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"I still know I'm right," Eli assured him about his chances of getting into Auror training. He had also added that, in spite of the Sorting Hat's not having put Zeke in Ravenclaw, he was smart. ("So," he'd said, "maybe the hat doesn't always get it right.") Eli also asked him, though, if he had been sad not to have been Sorted into Ravenclaw rather than Hufflepuff.
"No," Zeke shook his head. "Not at all." While he didn't mind the students in Ravenclaw that he knew, he also couldn't see himself as one of them, either. Hufflepuff was, in his view, where he fit best—and he was glad to have been put there along with Eli. "I'm too… disruptive for Ravenclaw," he joked. Sure, he'd toned down his clowning as he had gotten older, but a lot of the Ravenclaws didn't seem as though they cared to take a joke.
On their bet, Eli said that Zeke would have to owe him at least thirty Dragots, based on what happened with the play. Thirty Dragots was pretty steep, Zeke thought, and it was something that Eli had clearly realized after another moment. "But wait—if I'm wrong," Eli started.
Zeke grinned. Yeah, thirty Dragots wasn't sounding so great, was it? Especially on the paying end of the deal.
"Let's make it ten," Eli decided, "I'm dry." It was just in time for the curtain to open.
"Deal," Zeke whispered back. Ten Dragots, then.
Elijah Theron Fleming
Fin?
"No," Zeke shook his head. "Not at all." While he didn't mind the students in Ravenclaw that he knew, he also couldn't see himself as one of them, either. Hufflepuff was, in his view, where he fit best—and he was glad to have been put there along with Eli. "I'm too… disruptive for Ravenclaw," he joked. Sure, he'd toned down his clowning as he had gotten older, but a lot of the Ravenclaws didn't seem as though they cared to take a joke.
On their bet, Eli said that Zeke would have to owe him at least thirty Dragots, based on what happened with the play. Thirty Dragots was pretty steep, Zeke thought, and it was something that Eli had clearly realized after another moment. "But wait—if I'm wrong," Eli started.
Zeke grinned. Yeah, thirty Dragots wasn't sounding so great, was it? Especially on the paying end of the deal.
"Let's make it ten," Eli decided, "I'm dry." It was just in time for the curtain to open.
"Deal," Zeke whispered back. Ten Dragots, then.
Elijah Theron Fleming
Fin?