arts magical

[occluminous]

Bella has been living in the dorms for two days when the term properly starts. The buses begin arriving and discharging the students who didn't need to arrive early just in time for them to join the early attendees for lunch. Bella is sitting at a half-full table, reading her Charms textbook and prodding at one of her notebooks with the hazel wand. The vine one is still in her hair; she uses it for most things (to the extent that there is a 'most things', but she's getting a jump on her assignments) but she's giving the hazel a try for this particular charm. It's supposed to make the notebook refuse to open for anyone but her. Poke. Poke. "Claudo!"

Her notebook snaps itself shut abruptly. She opens the cover, closes it, passes it to the girl on her right and gets her to try, observes that it does not open. She puts the hazel wand back in her sleeve.

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[nobodyelse]

Sherlock nods.

[occluminous]

"But I don't care about whether I'm weird or not if being weird would make me better," says Bella. "I mean, I might care a little, if people made fun of me, but I think being a vegetarian is probably not strange enough to be a big deal there."

[sparksflying]

Tony opens her mouth.

Tony closes her mouth.

Tony says, slowly, "...Has anybody told you about house elves yet?"

[occluminous]

"...No?"

[nobodyelse]

"They are a species of magical creature with humanlike intelligence, significant magical ability, and an obsessive need to act as servants."

[occluminous]

Bella stares at Sherlock openmouthed for a long, long moment.

"...Go on?" she manages finally.

[nobodyelse]

"What more do you want to know?"

[occluminous]

"How did they get that way? Are there lots? Do they like it or just have to like some people have to wash their hands and stuff?"

[nobodyelse]

"I have never met an elf," says Sherlock.

[sparksflying]

"They're a lot rarer than humans, but not that rare," says Tony. "A lot of the old pureblood families have a few around, and some big institutions like schools or the wizard rail."

[occluminous]

"So there might be some here," says Bella.

[sparksflying]

"Probably," says Tony. "If food appears in front of you at meals, that's elves."

[occluminous]

"...Yeah, it does. I should meet some elves and find out if they're okay and if they need help and if they need help I'll learn how to help them," says Bella, writing this down in her notebook too.

[sparksflying]

"Good luck," says Tony.

[occluminous]

"Thanks! D'you want to help, if I find something that needs doing?"

[sparksflying]

"...I guess? I mean, I don't really know how. Or even what I'd be helping with."

[occluminous]

"Well, me either, that's why I'm going to find out," says Bella.

[sparksflying]

"Okay. So if you come up with something I actually can help with, and there's no good reason not to, I will."

[occluminous]

"Cool!" says Bella. "What about you?" she adds to Sherlock.

[nobodyelse]

"Oh, as Tony, of course."

[occluminous]

"Awesome," Bella grins. "Tony, you done eating? I can show you where we live."

[sparksflying]

"Sure!"

[occluminous]

Through the halls they go! "Our hall is called Analisa Hall," Bella says. "Which one is Sherlock in? Maybe he's close by."

[sparksflying]

"I forget," laughs Tony.

[occluminous]

"Oh well. Here we are."

The door has construction paper stuck to it with magic, and the construction paper is markered up with: ANTOINETTE STARK, ISABELLA SWAN.