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Originally Posted by Felixir  Almost everything there is to know. Almost everything. Something about this statement was somehow more believable to Daxton than those who had told him they knew everything, and obviously more helpful than those who claimed to know nothing at all. And if all that was true, about his parents and growing up in Hogsmeade (it had to be there, Daxton knew for certain that that was the village), then that meant that this boy had essentially declared himself to be very useful. Shame his parents didn't still work at the school, though... that might have come in handy.
Daxton had gone back the turning the liquorice wand over in his hands, though he was still listening closely to what the other boy was saying. He did very much want to hear about all of those things, and here he was sat with someone quite willing to share it all.
After pulling the very slightest of faces at the mention of Quidditch (that had been, he had deduced, the topic that had caused the Tate girl to commit a common assault on his notebook, but he still stood by the fact that all sports were boring and stupid), Daxton nodded at David Truebridge, and tapped his own ears to indicate that he would listen. Because he was not handing the notebook over. Not a chance. Not after Genny Tate.
... In fact, on the topic of Genny Tate, she had mentioned a boy called David. For a brief moment, Daxton wondered if this was the same one. But 'David' was a common name, at least in his normal, non-magical world, and that wasn't enough to prompt him to ask. There would be plenty of time to work it out, in any case, and ask for confirmation once he was sure.
As for his name, Daxton knew that this was the point in the conversation where he provided it. He flipped to the front of his notebook to where 'Daxton Prince' was printed neatly, and showed it to David.
Now. Information. Get on with it. He wanted to hear it all. Did the goblin-boy not like Quidditch either? Davie noticed the slight, very subtle facial change at mention of the topic, and he warmed toward this boy just a little. He was a terrible flyer himself; flying just didn't seem natural since he didn't have feathers and brooms were terribly rickety and thin. Plus most quidditch players had big egos and tiny brains.
But Hogwarts, he could talk about that school all day. "Daxton," he read the name aloud, "it's nice to meet you. So, you want to talk about Hogwarts." Or, rather, listen to him talk about Hogwarts. Huh. Davie had never had such a captive audience before, nor had he ever given a lecture. But since both Truebridges were former professors, giving a talk about a subject he was an expert on seemed to come naturally to him.
"As I'm sure you've read, Hogwarts was established by the four founders, each of whom put characteristics of their favored students into a hat. The hat is pretty cool, actually, I mean, literally cool, when you put it on. I've tried it before but it wouldn't tell me which House I was suited to. Anyway, that's the first thing you do when you get to Hogwarts: you try on the Sorting Hat in front of everyone, talk to it a bit in your head, because it can read your thoughts, and then you go and sit at the table it directs you to. These people are your new Housemates. You try to earn points in classes for your House, and the House that earns the most points at the end of the term gets the House cup. It gets REALLY competitive some years." Or so he'd heard.
Davie took a breath to see if his audience seemed interested, bored, or neither by the topic of Houses. "So far I've only met Ravenclaws who already go to Hogwarts." These 'Claws being Kyroh and Kate. "I think they're smart. The Head of Ravenclaw is the school librarian, so most Ravenclaws must like to read." Right? Wouldn't that make sense? "I hear Hufflepuff is the House for well-rounded people, or ones that don't stick out as ambitious or brave or brainy. My mum is a Hufflepuff, and honestly she's like all of those," except brave. "My dad is a Slytherin. That House is full of purebloods, they say, and people who really care about heritage and pride and tradition and all that junk." Obviously Davie could care less for those things. "The Snake Head of House is the School Healer, and she is STRICT. She also has no sense of humor and she's very bossy. Just so you know, it's hard to stay on her good side." Again, this was all hearsay from his mother the former Headmistress, and a few things from his dad the former Slytherin Head of House (however briefly).
So, what else did Daxton want to know? "I don't know a lot about Gryffindors," he informed the other boy, tapping his chin slowly as he though, "but I heard their Head is a nut. Nutty about astro...astrology? Astronomy? One of those two." He also had a pet rock his mum liked to make fun of, but Davie was definitely NOT going to tell Daxton a story about that. "Um, each House has a ghost too, and they can float through walls and poke students who aren't studying and if one passes through you, by accident or on purpose, it feels like somebody just dumped a bucket of ice water on your head." In case he thought of trying that out of curiosity. It was NOT as fun as it looked.
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