 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash smiled. "Cool. Sammy. I'm sure I've heard it somewhere. It would have been embarrassing if I'd gotten that wrong." She did not expect a prize. Her prize was the satisfaction of being right and keeping to her standard of not forgetting stuff. "Muggleborns facing discrimination." This time she said it slightly louder, but so that only Sammy could hear it. "Well I know that I want to do that. But I don't know what my job will be. Maybe I'll play video games, or be a lifeguard, or a healer, or a musician, or an athlete." Again she said all the muggle-related things only loud enough for this very nice and likeable kid, and not for the world outside this room. "I like playing pop music, and love songs, and sad songs. On the piano or singing. If I was playing guitar, or electric guitar, or violin or cello, I'd play something else, probably." Yep, Ash did not procrastinate. That's how she had time to do all the things. Like sports and arts and music and school and friendship and brooding and looking cool.
Sammy had a calming effect, did he know? Between the music and Sammy and her art notebook, there was enough relaxing stuff for Ash to be slightly calmer than usual. If someone walked into the room right now, she would not have accidentally punched them in self-defense. Which was a real achievement. |