Nolan
A map would help with that
Mon Sep 18, 2017 12:54
108.48.162.157

While Myffi was talking about RMI, Nolan continued eating his cheeseburger. It was good, but it would’ve been better with deep-fried pickles. Or just normal pickles. Nolan didn’t see any on the table though, so he was just out of luck. Maybe the house elves who did the cooking took requests. His family didn’t have a house elf—their house was way too young for that—but the Ramsey grandparents had one. His name was Gauis and he was very old and a little deaf these days. Not that Nolan ever talked to him. He just kind of ignored the house elf when he saw him doing stuff around the house.

Okay, so he was right, no robes was the norm. “Right, then I’ll just,” he began. He half-stood, putting all the weight on his right leg because it was easier, and took the robes off and bunched them up on the empty chair on his other side. “I agree, they’re just inconvenient.” He’d just wear the robes in classes, then. Nolan had been looking over the classes being offered at RMI and sweet Merlin, there were a lot of them. And a lot of teachers. At home they’d just had two teachers to cover all of the subjects. Mr. Bonney taught offensive and defensive magic, history, and transfiguration, and Mrs. Bonney taught herbology, potions, and household magic. So half the classes RMI had didn’t even exist at home. He still had a few days before his schedule was set in stone, so the fourth-year was planning to sit in on a few classes to see what they were like.

Myffi said some more stuff about ingredient sources, and Nolan was a little curious but it sounded like asking would open a can of flobberworms, so he didn’t. Myffi apparently didn’t like Rob, but Nolan was pretty sure Rob was the best person he’d met here so far. He was Nolan’s head of House and he just seemed really cool and funny. Nolan was considering taking potions just because he liked Rob that much.

Was she asking about flying on a broomstick or about why he came here? Nolan hoped it wasn’t the latter. What was he gonna say, “on account of the murder”? Nope. Although if she was pureblood she might already know. It had been in the papers. But she hadn’t recognized his last name so it was probably fine.

Nolan went with the first interpretation of her question. “I don’t do much broom-riding,” he admitted. His limb remnant was an awkward length for it; you really had to hold your thighs together to stay on the broom and Nolan only had one and a half thighs. If he wanted, he could probably have a special prosthesis made for flying on a broomstick. He had one for horseback riding that harnessed into his special stirrup. If they were staying on the ground then he could go without a prosthetic at all, but they had to weight the saddle so it wouldn’t slip, and sometimes it confused the horse when the rider didn’t have two legs. In the air Nolan felt better with two legs, although he was proud to say he hadn’t fallen off a horse since the time they’d had to amputate his leg for falling off a horse. “My family has a winged horse ranch in Oklahoma, so I ride a lot and fly on some of them. But not a whole lot of broomstick experience, nope.”

  • There's no knowing where we're going - Myffi, Mon Sep 18 05:59
    She beamed when he seemed to enjoy the cookie, although he was adamant that it wasn’t a cookie. Myffi chuckled lightly as she acquiesced, “Fine, snackjacks it is.” She left the paper bag open on the... more
    • A map would help with that - Nolan, Mon Sep 18 12:54
      • Apparently Myffi had been ambiguous. She’s meant to ask Nolan about why he’d come to RMI, not whether he habitually rode a broomstick. It was totally useful information to have about a person of... more
        • They were now off the subject that led down a road toward him talking about his fratricidal family, and on a road that meant he got to talk about his horses. Good. “It’s the same principle as normal... more
          • The undiscovered parts might be better - Myffi, Wed Sep 20 14:22
            “That’s a lot of horses,” Myffi understated. She couldn’t even imagine how big this ranch was, but forty horses was a lot of horses, especially for ones with wings, because, well, they were bigger.... more
            • We’ll have to be explorers - Nolan, Fri Sep 22 09:58
              “Nah, we just use boundary spells. They go up about five miles above the ranch. So the horses can fly around all they want in the borders but the air gets, like, thicker if they try to leave without... more
              • I'm in - Myffi, Sun Sep 24 11:41
                Myffi was relieved to discovered that winged horses didn't need their wings clipped to stay in a ranch. She'd never considered boundary charms, but then she'd never had a reason to. You had to be... more
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