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Milo had never liked these feasts, particularly those that came at the start of the term, when the shock of returning to the castle sent his mind skittering hither and thither, and the likelihood of unintentionally untethering from this plane was at its peak. Those were the most unproblematic untetherings, with uncertain prospects of returning.
Still he was here, kneeling sideways on the bench, odd-socked feet folded over each other behind him, eyes on the Sorting whenever they weren't drifting towards the side of the Hall. Milo had reserved the places on either side of his own by placing two upturned goblets on the bench, a technique that had not failed him yet. He had not, he realised then, told either Mercer or Mitsuki exactly who was there to be Sorted tonight... nor that such a person existed in the first place. Unless he had.
Keeping one ear on the proceedings, Milo twisted around, keeping one knee on the bench and planting the other foot beside it, his arm hooked, gargoyle-like, around his leg. He watched the arrivals, the greetings, and the smiles, and he blinked hard, and stared hard, and said nothing.
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