FLASHBACK.

[trickswithsticks]

"GRYFFINDOR" screams the Hat.

Leah tears it off her head and chucks it directly at the teacher as she jumps down to the floor and strides off to the appropriate, table. The noise is already getting on her nerves and her scowl that's just her neutral expression stays put, not caring for the loud cheers or the people leaning to get a better look at the tiny girl in the too-big robes. She has eyes only for the food.

There's only one space left that's big enough for a person, so that's where she ends up.

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[theweasleysheir]

Jo is still trying to decide if she approves of the food here. It is definitely nothing like home. All the golden platters and fancy serving things. And the food itself.


It wasn't terrible. Or near terrible.

And somehow that made it all the more terrible.

[trickswithsticks]

After Leah's slowed down to picking at her plate and then just ignoring her plate, she leans back in her chair and watches the floating candles, wondering about spell that's keeping them up.

She glances around the table, and grabs a salt shaker, tossing it up and down in her hand thoghtfully.

Then thinks better of it, replacing it on the table. The staring third ears are still staring.

And occasionally muttering to each other about weirdoes.

[theweasleysheir]

Even if half the table is immersed in catch-up and food, they all move too much and they're all new. And Jo keeps following what they are doing. In what are less than covert glances, that don't conceal her disinterest.

She's so used to knowing her surroundings better. Even if she had heard about this place from nearly infancy.







A lot in the last few years, when her Mom would blister her Dad's ears for pointing out it didn't matter how many muggle schools kicked her out because she was bound for Hogwarts.


Seven years. Seven years.



How many minutes had she been here again?

[trickswithsticks]

"How does the spell that holds the candles up work?"

What? If it won't be appropriate comapny behaviour to throw things at them, she's bloody well going to ask.

[theweasleysheir]

"It is pretty cool, isn't it?" That was the sudden voice from across the table. A little girl with picture perfect black ringlets.

"We learned to float feathers last year," Another boy piped up, not too far from them. Maybe a year older.

Jo is listening, but she isn't so much commenting. She's trying to remember if she actually knows the answer to the question.

[trickswithsticks]

"Yeahbut," Leah insists, the words coming out as one, "How does it work?"

The people around them, mostly younger years give her confused looks. Then the boy who piped up smiles patronisingly. "Magic.

"You'll learn how to do it in class, don't worry."

Leah wrinkles her nose at him, as if he just said the stupidest thing in the world.