"You can't be two houses, you can only be one," Brooklyn protested, crinkling her nose with a soft giggle.
"Why not?" Alex challenged as she left the bathroom with a damp washcloth, and proceeded to gently take Brooklyn's chin in her hand so she could wipe away the smudges. "I think it should be Gryffinclaw. Like...a griffon's claw. That sounds better."
"They--pleh!--they have talons like--pleh!--like birds," Brooklyn replied, making a bit of a face and sticking out her tongue whenever the damp cloth got near her mouth. "What house are you, Miss--pleh!--Miss Alex?"
"Me?" Alex squinted one eye closed and pursed her lips, pretending to think it over. "Probably...what would you call a Hufflepuff, Slytherin hybrid?" She had to fight back the urge to laugh at the way Brooklyn's eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped comedically, but she used the moment of shock to its full efficiency and made quicker work of scrubbing her face while she was squirming less. "You're thinking of all Slytherins as mean and evil I bet. Mostly, though, I'm probably a Hufflepuff. Just a very ambitious Hufflepuff."
Her face now clean, Brooklyn pursed her lips thoughtfully and swiped any residual dampness from her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I guess that's okay. Long as you wouldn't be a Death Eater."
"Never ever," Alex promised, swiping an X over her heart with her finger before dropping the washcloth in a tray and retrieving the jacket she'd draped over Brooklyn earlier to put it back on. "I'd be very pro-muggle. Cross my heart. Dr. Strand has no idea what we're talking about," she observed with a laugh, fussing her collar into place. "You should see if you can talk him into reading the books. Or at least watching the movies."
"They're really good," Brooklyn assured Richard with an almost somber nod. "Hermione is my favorite. I dressed up as her for Halloween last year. She's very, very smart and she gets the best grades in her classes alway. If I were a Gryffindor I'd want to be one like her."
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"Why not?" Alex challenged as she left the bathroom with a damp washcloth, and proceeded to gently take Brooklyn's chin in her hand so she could wipe away the smudges. "I think it should be Gryffinclaw. Like...a griffon's claw. That sounds better."
"They--pleh!--they have talons like--pleh!--like birds," Brooklyn replied, making a bit of a face and sticking out her tongue whenever the damp cloth got near her mouth. "What house are you, Miss--pleh!--Miss Alex?"
"Me?" Alex squinted one eye closed and pursed her lips, pretending to think it over. "Probably...what would you call a Hufflepuff, Slytherin hybrid?" She had to fight back the urge to laugh at the way Brooklyn's eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped comedically, but she used the moment of shock to its full efficiency and made quicker work of scrubbing her face while she was squirming less. "You're thinking of all Slytherins as mean and evil I bet. Mostly, though, I'm probably a Hufflepuff. Just a very ambitious Hufflepuff."
Her face now clean, Brooklyn pursed her lips thoughtfully and swiped any residual dampness from her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I guess that's okay. Long as you wouldn't be a Death Eater."
"Never ever," Alex promised, swiping an X over her heart with her finger before dropping the washcloth in a tray and retrieving the jacket she'd draped over Brooklyn earlier to put it back on. "I'd be very pro-muggle. Cross my heart. Dr. Strand has no idea what we're talking about," she observed with a laugh, fussing her collar into place. "You should see if you can talk him into reading the books. Or at least watching the movies."
"They're really good," Brooklyn assured Richard with an almost somber nod. "Hermione is my favorite. I dressed up as her for Halloween last year. She's very, very smart and she gets the best grades in her classes alway. If I were a Gryffindor I'd want to be one like her."