Originally Posted by Anna Banana

Brent just nodded in reply. He still couldn't imagine coming up those stairs all the time. Then the athlete in him came out, and his face suddenly shone with excitement. "You know what they should do? They should allow us to ride our brooms up here!" he said. "We could start on the ground and ride up through one of the open areas. That'd be awesome! Then I'd be really be jealous of you Ravenclaws and the Gryffindors." Then if for some reason there were people that didn't want to ride up here, they could always take the slow route.

The topic changed, and now he was being asked about Ilvermorny, a fact about Brent that apparently really interested people. "Yeah, man. We moved this summer," he answered. "I spent my first three years there." Whooooooa. "Dude! Really?" he asked. "That's awesome! What house were you in?" Because if he said Wampus, Brent would find it really strange that they were just now meeting one another. he nodded. "I know, man! It's taking some getting used to. So what'd you move for?"

Brent laughed. "Nice to meet you, Jacob," he said. "What year are you in?" He was kind of stoked about meeting somebody about his age that had also transferred from Ilvermorny.

Originally Posted by awakemysoul

"I didn't expect to meet anyone else who was a transfer, especially not from Ilvermorny. I thought I was totally alone!" Jacob grinned, relieved that Brent didn't seem to think he was insane after that outburst. "I was in Thunderbird. How about you? Wait," he said, looking at the other boy intently, almost as if inspecting him, "let me guess. You said you're an athlete, and now you're in Slytherin... Wampus, maybe?" It seemed logical, anyway. "Although maybe not, actually. It really doesn't seem like there's much of a correlation between the schools' houses, at least from what I can tell. If there were, I'd probably be in Gryffindor, I guess."

He shrugged. The Sorting Hat really did seem to have a mind of its own (never mind that that was sort of the point of it). Who knew what it was thinking with any given student -- besides that student, of course? "Things are really different, yeah. I miss ranch dressing..." Jacob said wistfully. It didn't seem like the UK knew how delicious ranch was, otherwise they would, you know, have it readily available.

"We moved because my dad got a job at the Ministry. He'd been trying to get a foot in the door over here for forever, so when they offered him a position, we packed up and left pretty much immediately," he answered. "How about you? What brought your family to this side of the pond?"

This was exciting. He was surprised at how naturally the conversation seemed to be flowing. Mark this as the least awkward social interaction he'd had so far this year, even counting the weird word vomit thing he'd done a few minutes ago. That might not be a good thing, actually. He should probably figure out how to not do anything weird at all... Anyway. Someone who understood the struggle! Yessss. "I'm a fifth year. You too?" he guessed. They looked about the same age.