Professor Wright
June 21, 2019 2:49 PM
Welcome to Orientation, New Students! by Professor Wright
The older students were possibly slightly surprised to see Professor Grayson Wright outside waiting to direct the first years and remind everyone that the prairie elves would take their baggage up to the dorms, but perhaps less surprised than they might have been two years earlier. He had, after all, done orientation one time before, which was why it had not surprised him that he had been the first choice to do it again when Professor Nathan Xavier was in a position where he could not do so as usual.To those – the first years and any transfer students – who did not know him, nothing about his appearance was the sort of thing to inspire surprise, or even much notice. He was of average height, with dark hair and eyes, and a face so devoid of distinctive features that it was quite possible the new students might primarily identify him as That Professor With The Glasses for a while, as he required the glasses just to get around the school without bumping into things and thus was not seen without them on occasions when he was conscious.
He also talked with his hands a lot, though this was less apparent than usual because he was busy using his hands to point the first years in the right direction as he separated them out of the students he recognized. Said direction was into one of the clearings in the Labyrinth Gardens, where a running fountain stood in the center and there were three tables off to one side, away from the roped-off entrances to other paths. On the first table was a number of folders, each the same forest green color as the students’ robes. These contained class schedules, school maps, and lists of the major school rules students would be expected to follow. On the next table was a variety of snacks – sandwiches, fruits and vegetables, cupcakes, cookies, and various other finger foods – and small plates to eat these on. On the third were small glasses and a selection of water, fruit juices, and fruit punch.
Once everyone seemed to be in or heading in the right direction, Professor Wright left the wagons in the elves’ capable hands and went to face down possibly the most daunting task he’d had since his first lesson: addressing the first years.
“Hello everyone – gather round, please, I don’t want to shout.” Or amplify his voice magically, as that would have been a bit much in such a small space with so few people to address. “Hello, good afternoon. I’m Professor Wright, and starting tomorrow, I’ll be your Charms teacher. Right now, though, I’m your Orientation leader, so – welcome to Sonora Academy.”
To some, it no doubt sounded like he was speaking slowly. This was because he was making an effort to speak reasonably slowly. Sonora had had quite the influx of students who did not consider English as their first language in recent years – in just the past few years, they had had Quebecois French, Russian, and German, with the Quebecois student also speaking Chinese. Even a name which looked like one thing might correlate to a student with a totally different set of language skills, so it was best not to assume too much.
“Sonora is a seven-year school where you will, if you stay with us all those years, gain a thorough education in magical theory and practice. You’ll start out, for your first year, with seven classes – Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, and flying lessons. You can drop flying lessons in your second year, and begin electives in your third year, if you want. In your fifth year, you’ll take your first set of major exams, the Critical Assessment of Talents and Skills, or CATS. After that, you may select classes to focus on, though you’ll need at least two to graduate and three if you want to pursue your education further after you leave Sonora.”
He thought that was enough terrifying exam talk for the limited attention spans of eleven-year-olds for now. “We know that you all come from different educational backgrounds now,” he said, because this was true. Some might have gone to Muggle elementary schools while others might have had specialized tutors for each subject while others might have had…more unorthodox training. Most fell somewhere on a continuum between the extremes of unschooling and specialized tutors for each subject. “Your professors all have office hours when we can give you extra help in our subjects if you need it, and Professor Skies, our Deputy Headmistress and your Transfiguration teacher, runs special sessions for anyone who needs help with reading and writing English more fluently, or with basic maths. You can see times for those in the schedules in your green folders – everyone get one of those if you don’t have one yet.
“Outside of classes, you’ll have some choice in how you spend your time. We have a variety of clubs and sports here, and you’ll see notices about meetings posted around the schools when the students who organize them are ready to start up for the year. Breakfast is from 6:30 to 8:30 a.m, lunch is from 11:00 to one, and supper is five till seven, but you can find snacks and drinks there between those times as well. Curfew is at ten p.m., and at that time, you’ll need to be inside your Houses – which are part of the main building, don’t worry. They’re four groups of rooms, and tonight, at the Welcoming Feast, you’ll be Sorted into one of them by dipping the blank badges you have now into a cauldron. If your badge turns blue, you’re an Aladren – the House that values learning and problem-solving.” He might have sounded a little proud there; he was a former Aladren as well as Head of the House. “If it turns red, you belong in Crotalus, the House for people who like to be well-prepared for everything. Yellow means you’re in Teppenpaw, the House for our diplomats – and a House which has done very well in the House Cup recently,” he added, lest Teppenpaw sound lame to them. “Finally, if your badge turns brown, that means you’re a Pecari, the House for people who always land on their feet and are always willing to take a chance. All the Houses have other traits, though, so don’t worry if you don’t think any of those things sounds exactly like you – there’s a place for everyone here at Sonora.
“Your House will have prefects, who are older students, and a Head, who is a staff member – I’m the Head of Aladren, for instance. They’ll all look after you while you’re here. Your House can earn points based on things you do – excelling in class or in sports, or showing responsibility, or somehow helping the school community and showing leadership. The House with the most points at the end of the year earns the House Cup, and sometimes other privileges – Teppenpaw House has hosted the Cup for a good while now, but last year, Crotalus came within one point, so it's anyone's game and I encourage you all to do your best to help your Houses give the Prairie Dogs some competition.” He decided, regretfully, that it would not be diplomatic to not-entirely-joke about how those of them who were Sorted into Aladren should try extra hard.
“If no-one has any questions about all of that, you can mingle and get to know your classmates for a while and have some snacks until we begin our tour of the mansion. If you do have any questions, feel free to come see me – and welcome again to Sonora.”
OOC (Out of Character) Note:
Welcome first years to Sonora! You can post a reply here to ask staff questions or meet your new classmates. This thread is intended for first year students to have a chance to try out posting and get acclimated to the site before we throw you into the big Opening Feast, which is open to the entire school population and can be a bit overwhelming.
Please remember that anything that happened in the Sandbox was just practice and did not actually occur. (You are welcome, of course, to use any background information you generated about your character during these exercises such as pets, accidental magic, etc, but they have not yet spent any time at Sonora or interacted with any classmates.)
If you enter your email address when you reply, you will be notified when someone responds to your post. This is optional but can be useful for helping you keep track of posts. Please do NOT check the box that says 'show email address,' as this will make it public and may result in spam.
Now, go forth, new first years of Sonora! Post, enjoy, have fun! Everyone here is happy to help out, so if you've got a question, put it on the OOC board or try to catch somebody in the Chatzy and we'll try to get you an answer as quick as we can. Have fun and we’re glad you could join us!
[Credit to Nathan Xavier's author for the content of this OOC notice]
Subthreads: That's me! I'm new, and a student! by Anya Delachene with Emily Lewis
Call me Freddie. by Friederike Albert Zauberhexen with Ellie Alperton
Hi and stuff. [Tag Dathan] by Jezebel Reed-Fischer with Dathan Fischer
Um, hello by Nicolas DiCaprio
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Friederike Albert Zauberhexen
June 22, 2019 2:28 PM
Call me Freddie. by Friederike Albert Zauberhexen
The world had opened up for Freddie. It wasn't just Germany anymore. Really, even Germany was big. The world's boundaries had shifted beyond the distance he could run before dinnertime and nothing could've made Freddie happier. He tried his best to pay attention to the professor who was talking to them about Things, but he already knew most of the information. Part of his language development had been to read through Hana's papers from her orientation until he could explain all of it himself in English. He knew she hadn't had the same advantage and didn't take it lightly, but also there was punch.When the professor finished speaking and people began milling about, Freddie made his way directly toward that gleaming bowl of red juice and poured himself a cup. It was exactly as sweet and wonderful as he had hoped, and he was sure he was going to adjust well to American food.
As interested in the people and all their funny faces as he was by the snacks available to him as well (okay, maybe not quite as interested in the people), Freddie decided his best bet was to linger there until someone else came over. Inevitably, somebody would. He wondered what they'd see.
Built with Hana's lank, despite his onvious height advantage over her, Freddie might've looked gawky trying to balance his cup of juice and plate of food, while also indulging in both. However, there was also a grace about him, and a confidence that came from knowing his own body well. He'd spent his life outdoors, working and playing with his body, and if his sinewy limba didn't demonstrate that, then his ice blue eyes, peering intently from beneath messy blonde bangs, certainly did.
Finally, it happened. A student approached. Or at least, a student was nearby. Freddie wasted no more time than it took to swallow his current bite before introducing himself.
"I'm Freddie," he offered in heavily accented English. "It is nice meeting you." He waved a little with one elbow, not able to shake hands with them both full.
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Ellie Alperton
June 24, 2019 2:29 AM
Call me Ellie by Ellie Alperton
Ellie ran her fingers through the ends of her hair, finding comfort in its silky smoothness. She could look at it as well as touch it, glancing at her shoulder out of the corner of her eye to get a glimpse of the reddish blonde strands. Two days before the start of Sonora, her hair had still been distressingly short. She had been trying on her robes and trying hair styles and getting more and more upset. Her goal for the summer had been to grow her hair down to ger shoulders but it had still been a long way off. Before being able to grow her hair out, clothes had been her biggest way of feeling like she was Ellie, and signifying to the few people that she trusted with that fact. Now she was due to start being Ellie full time but her clothes were going to be covered up. It didn't matter that the big green sack was kind of dress-like, and that no boy in her world would wear one, because in the world she was going to, everyone did. Her clothes weren't going to tell everyone she was a girl, which meant that everything else had to work even harder to, and even though she'd got her ears pierced over the summer, it didn't feel like enough, and however many pretty hair clips she put in it, her stupid hair was too short and she could just imagine them all saying that her name couldn't be Ellie because that was a girl's name and she was just a boy with bows on. Her mother had tried to assure her again and again that she looked fine but she didn't believe her. It was supposed to be a big chance at a fresh start, and it was about to all be ruined. Why hadn't she started growing her hair sooner? Why had she kept letting the worries about people at her old school get to her, so that now it might be about to spoil things at her new one? She had cried herself to sleep. And woken up with her hair reaching her shoulders.The Explainer Lady had said that sort of thing would be happening a lot less now that she had her wand and would be learning to control her magic. A lot of Ellie's early experiences of magic had involved changing her appearance (though usually just temporarily, which made her afraid her new hair wouldn't last) or bringing herself shiny, pretty princess things when she needed them most. For years, she had thought she maybe really did have a fairy godmother, and it was sort of sad to think that it would be a very long time before she could make that sort of thing happen again. Still, as a final act, making her hair grow was a pretty awesome one. She had had a two day crash course in brushing and braiding. Not that these were skills she had never practised, of course. Her dolls were always well groomed, and her mother let her play hairdresser on her too sometimes (brushing and styling, not cutting). Ellie had even done what she called fairy braids - those teeny tiny ones you could work on even fairly short hair - on herself at weekends or after school. Still, it was very different applying all those skills to you own whole head, where your hands had to work all upside-down and behind you and stuff. She had had a lot of fun trying though, and experimenting with different styles, working out what her first day hairdo would be. She had settled on a coronet braid, which left enough of her hair loose that she could run her fingers through it or look at it out of the corner of her eye, which helped remind her how she looked right now. Yes, she had to wear the stupid green smock, but even though her mom had insisted on purchasing one with 'growing room' she had also hemmed it so that Ellie's pink sparkly sneakers were visible, sticking out underneath it. The little pink gemstone studs she'd chosen at the piercing place flashed in her ears. And she had her shoulder length hair in a proper girly style. It would be wrong to say that when she had looked in the mirror, she had hardly recognised herself. It had been the opposite. The right person was finally staring back at her. It was just hard to keep that picture in her mind, not to slip back into assuming she looked the way she always had done. She sort of wished she could look in a mirror the whole way to school to keep reminding herself, but obviously that would look strange and vain. Instead, she kept touching her hair, or looking it at out of the corner of her eyes.
Even after all her practise, she had had to let her mom execute the hairstyle for her. Her fingers still weren't quite nimble enough, and this morning they had been extra shaky, which didn't go well with having a wagon to catch. She was sort of disappointed not to have managed to do her own hair but, as her mom had pointed out, she would have plenty of chances over the coming weeks, and it was a nice mother-daughter activity to share before she left. That had definitely made her not mind about doing her hair by herself, though it had made her sad in a whole other set of ways. She was excited for her fresh start, and to be Ellie all the time, and that magic was real, but she was still not sold on the part where it meant being away from her family, who had always loved and supported her. Her mom had checked out the school very, very thoroughly, and had lots of conversations with teachers to make sure that treating Ellie as herself was not up for discussion, and they were supposed to look out for her and support her, but it was never going to be like having her own parents around.
She still felt nervous when she had to go to the orientation place where she would start meeting her classmates. She listened to the teacher. He spoke slowly, which she liked. The more he talked, the less she had to, and his voice was very soothing.
Once he finished though, it was time to mingle. Ellie sort of wished they'd been thrown straight into doing a class. Admittedly, she would have no idea what she was doing there either, but of the two things she had come here to do - learn magic, and be herself - the former suddenly seemed much less daunting. She plucked at a little woven friendship bracelet on her wrist. It was in pastel pink, pastel blue and white, the colours arranged into little flowers. One of her friends at support group had made it for her. She thought about the person she was able to be when she was with them. It was easier, of course, because they were like her, but she could just tap into that and tell herself she could do this too. It wasn't just that those people were like her which made her strong but it was inside her too - when she was herself, making friends was easier.
That was the theory she was sticking too, anyway, but the first thing she needed was a drink though, because her throat felt super dry with nerves. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, there was already someone at the drinks table, and he didn't seem like he planned on moving. She would rather have hung out with the girls. Maybe he would rather hang out with the boys, and thus wouldn't really talk to her either. Elementary school had been pretty mindlessly tribal like that.
However, as soon as she was in his orbit, he was smiling and saying 'hello.' Juice Boy seemed very cheerful. And was waving with his elbow. Ellie smiled slightly. It was sort of hard to be intimidated by someone who was giving you an elbow-wave. Although the fact that this boy simply radiated being comfortable and confident did a fair bit to balance that out... She pushed back the voice that said she was going to get called out, get asked why she was using a girl's name or wearing girls' things. Because the very clear answer to that was because she was a girl. She ran a finger over her friendship bracelet.
"HiImEllie" came out as one long word. She took a breath. "I'm Ellie," she tried again, "Um, I need juice," she added, edging in closer to the table and managing to pour herself a cup without spilling. "It's nice to meet you too," she added, remembering that the boy had said this, although she looked slightly like she was addressing her cup.
OOC - I will add Ellie's faceclaim to her profile etc later but just to be crystal clear, the fears are all in her head, and no one would see anything except a girl.
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Call me Ellie
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Freddie Zauberhexen
June 24, 2019 2:48 AM
Will do! by Freddie Zauberhexen
Freddie nodded, understanding wholeheartedly. "It's good juice," he told the girl as he moved out of her way. As he did so, he noticed her sneakers and grinned up at her. She was nervous, clearly, and mumbling a greeting back to him, but he was far too excited to care.So far, everything was exciting here. He hadn't had high hopes for school to be exciting, other than the fact that it was in another part of the world, but he was being proved wrong by good juice and sparkly shoes so far, which was cool.
"My sister will love your shoeses. She likes a lot pink, too. And the... What do you call that?" He cocked his head, searching for the word. "It is like diamond? Well, she'd like it."
Freddie also liked sparkly things but not as much. Hana was different than he was, and she would be embarrassed that she couldn't get out the right words or get out any words past her accent. She'd told him how she'd met her best friend at orientation, so Freddie did have high hopes that maybe Ellie would be his best friend now too.
"I'm Friederike Albert," he offered in response to her name. "That is all the one name. It all goes in the front." He scrunched up his nose to show what he thought of that. "Now, I like Freddie."
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Ellie
June 24, 2019 9:54 AM
Yay!!! by Ellie
Ellie watched as Freddie grinned at her. Grinned or smirked? He was looking at her sneakers. Was he laughing at them? Or her? Was he going to say something?His sister would love them. Oh. Right. That was… nice.
"Glitter," she clarified, when he didn’t know the word for the sparkliness, lowering her cup and smiling slightly. She looked down to re-admire her own shoes, turning her toes in and out so that they caught the light. This action reminded her of Dorothy and her ruby slippers, especially as Freddie had compared them to diamonds. Diamond slippers sounded very fairytale princess. She wondered whether, if she clicked her heels together three times, she could be whisked back home if needed. That would have been nice. She was about to ask Freddie if he knew the Wizard of Oz, but then she remembered that wizard was the word for what he and the other boys here were, and that might sound like she was asking if he knew a real person (maybe the Wizard of Oz was a real person) and Explainer Elaine (Explaielaine?) had said that not everyone here would have grown up with the same stories had she had. They had their own. She had spent much of her childhood in the realms of Disney and Narnia, and was curious to find out what escapism looked like when magic was already real.
"Freddie is nice," she agreed, "I, uh... they both are," she added, because she didn't want to insult his full name, which was also perfectly fine. Although she understood what it was like when the name your parents gave you wasn't the right one, and how uncomfortable it could feel to be called that. It didn't mean there was anything wrong with that name, it just didn't fit you as well as they'd thought when they gave it to you. Her parents had never had a problem with switching her name. She supposed it helped that it had happened gradually. It had started almost like a game, for them anyway. She had tried to tell them several times that she was a girl but they had patiently corrected her as if she was merely confusing the words. In their defence, she had been at the stage of referring to every cat as ‘Jojo’ because that was their cat, and also prone to getting the words for ‘table’ and ‘chair’ mixed up. They had also not argued the point very hard when she had asked to be a princess for Hallowe’en. Once the dress was on, it didn’t make sense to call her by a boy name (not that it ever had but they were being slow on that point) and so she had got them to call her Ellie, and they had. And that had become the rule whenever she was wearing her princess dress. And steadily her princess dress had become the only thing she would wear outside of school… “Mine’s just Ellie,” she replied. He had so far not critiqued her name, and that made her feel better, although she had never noticed this potential pitfall with it before. The people who knew her as Ellie were the kind of people who wouldn’t question the thing a person introduced themselves as - what they said was their name just was. It had never really occurred to her before that Ellie sounded more like it was short for something else. Well, it wasn’t in her case. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how she’d arrived at using Ellie, but that was different from it being short for something. So. It just was. She was Ellie, and that was that.
“Is your sister at school here too?” she asked, deciding to pick up the other thread that Freddie had left her.
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Freddie Zauberhexen
June 24, 2019 3:27 PM
All good things. by Freddie Zauberhexen
"Glitter," Freddie repeated, committing the word to memory. It might be an important one if this girl was going to be his best friend, and everything would be better with more glitter so it was good to know either way. Maybe not everything.... But most things.Ellie looked like she appreciated the comment, which boded well, and he admired her shoes obediently as she moved them around to catch he light. They really we're quite nice. Pink wasn't so much his color, but it wasn't bad either.
"Yes, sister comes here," he agreed. "We will have the classes together. She is one older year than us." At least, he was pretty sure they'd be in the same classes. That was what the orientation stuff said anyway. "Do you have every siblings?"
He took another drink of juice, emptying his cup and setting it down so he could snack while he waited for Ellie's answer. He felt so comfortable here and he sort of wondered whether Ellie was shy or uncomfortable. He hoped it was the first one because then he could just be nice and help her relax. If she was uncomfortable, that would be harder to fix and much more in Hana's range of abilities.
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All good things.
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Ellie
June 25, 2019 8:48 PM
A few of my favourite things by Ellie
"That will be nice," Ellie smiled, when Freddie said that his sister would be in classes with them. It was sort of exciting to think she already had a connection, even if it was just a slight one, with an older student. One who would appreciate her pink sparkly shoes and might be able to help her a little bit if the magic was really difficult. What did it mean, she wondered, that she had classes together with the grade above? Was magic just so difficult that she was going to achieve nothing this year and just need to repeat it all next year? That sounded depressing."Yes," she nodded, when he asked about siblings, "I have a brother. He's great," she smiled fondly. Her brother would come up to her in the playground and whisper 'Hey Ellie' or when he was tying his laces during soccer, he'd pick little flowers and then bring them to her at the end of recess. It had meant that she could take a bit of being Ellie to school with her, which had made the whole thing suck less. The other way she did that was her viola. Mr. Brightly-Smith (who gave her lessons) lived a town over, had a husband, and was perfectly happy to call her by her preferred name and pronouns. He cared a lot more whether she'd been practising her scales than anything else. She took her viola to school sometimes so she could practise at lunchtime and be Ellie instead of having to hang out with other people.
"Do you know much about magic already?" she asked Freddie, coming back to her previous train of thought.
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Freddie Zauberhexen
June 26, 2019 5:18 PM
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes? by Freddie Zauberhexen
"You're just like us then!" Freddie cooed. "You have large sister and small brother and you are friend with each other. I am happy you have each other."Everything seemed pretty happy here so far, and Freddie was glad of that. It was encouraging to know that people were getting on with their families, particularly since Hana had said that not all of her friends were so lucky.
"Where does your family come from?" he asked, wondering what her life looked like. What did family look like here? He wasn't skilled enough with English to identify her accent and was really just glad he could understand her at all. He'd mostly practiced English with non-native speakers and with patients from all over the world, so he hadn't had consistent exposure to any brand of English yet.
Ellie's question struck Freddie as significant. He was hard pressed to identify which parts of his life were magical and which were not, because there was no separation for him and his family. There were some blurry lines about muggle and magical worlds even, since they were so remote that superstition covered most issues of secrecy.
"I don't know how to do much," he answered honestly. "My parents are healers and they know more, but we mostly do potions and things. The . . . what's the one with the plants? We do that a lot."
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Ellie
June 26, 2019 10:50 PM
Playing viola and not being misgendered by Ellie
Ellie was about to say that no, she had no older sister – it was just her and her brother – when she realised that was what Freddie meant. That in her family there was an older girl and a younger brother.“Yes,” she grinned, feeling very happy with this description, and with the fact that it gave her something in common with the boy in front of her. She knew it was such a small thing but it made her feel so accepted to hear him say that their families were just the same. She thought boys who had sisters might be nicer on the whole. Her own and Freddie certainly seemed to lend weight to that theory. They knew how to be kind and gentle, and were a little more willing to do that. She was sure that didn’t apply to all boys, of course, but she liked the ones where it did. It was also further reinforcement that Freddie regarded her as a girl. Not, of course, that he had any reason not to but it was just… It was just so comfortable. A lot of the anxiousness with which she’d approached was melting away. Freddie was very easy to smile at.
“My family is from Southern California,” she answered. “How about yours?” she asked. She had definitely been curious about this point, but she hadn’t been sure if it would be polite to ask. Freddie’s accent definitely marked him out as non-American and she didn’t want him to think she was asking in a bad way. Now that he’d asked first though, it seemed natural enough to return the question.
“I don’t know any magic. My family isn’t magical,” she added, looking a little worried again, “The explainer lady they sent us, she said that’s okay and that I wouldn’t be behind everyone else. But she said I won’t be allowed to do it at home either.”
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Freddie Zauberhexen
June 27, 2019 4:00 PM
Drinking my juice and making new friends by Freddie Zauberhexen
Ellie seemed so happy now and Freddie grinned, satisfied that he'd done the job well. He may not have had the healer instinct of his family, but he certainly was interested in caring for other people. He had little interest in exploring the world if it meant that people were going to be left in a trail of destruction once he'd gone. No, traveling and exploring almost invariably meant loving, and Freddie was going to start right this moment."Southern California," he repeated, a little embarrassed to admit that he didn't know too much about the United States. In all his time looking at maps of the world, he hadn't been terribly concerned about the individual states in his new host country, although he knew a little bit about Arizona. "Is that a separate place? Or some of California?" he clarified. "We live in Deutschl-- ah . . . Germany," he explained.
He wasn't sure who the "explainer lady" was, as no such person had been sent to his house, but he assumed that was part of Ellie's family not being magical. He nodded along, figuring that was probably the case and that that wasn't the most important part of what Ellie had said anyway.
"Lots of people here are the same as you," Freddie promised. "You won't be behind, and I can do help if you want. My sister will help me and you, too. Her English is . . ." he held up a hand and shook it to say it was so-so. "She would want you do help too. You can't do it at home because it's dangerous," he added nonchalantly, considering a piece of chopped fruit before taking a bite. "But sometimes you might do a mistake."
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