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( The problem here was, so far as Ellie could see it, was that there were people. Too many people, a claustrophobic press of Transports jammed in so that she felt like she suddenly had some idea what it was like for cattle to be run through the crush. Whether or not they were all destined for an abattoir was another matter entirely.
Not just that, but they weren't the right people. Some of them seemed decent enough, but they weren't her human safety blanket or the guy that kept them all going, or the one that she could always feel superior to. (To be honest, it was a relief none of them were Lee.)
This might be why she is addressing the network from one of the bombed out buildings rather than her place, which she hasnt visited for a few days. Ellie's just surrounded by debris, dirt and water damaged walls, though some of the prior are concealed by some pretty massive piles of paper. She's propping herself up on her elbows, not looking right at the device. )
I was wondering what there is around here in the way of record keeping. I mean, these things have got a lot on them, but something other than that. Pens, paper - the tangible stuff. In case the network fails, or something.
There's probably already something, but I haven't had time to figure all that out yet. And maybe if there isn't, we should make one. Record the people who have been here, what they know, experiences and stuff. Not just stuff that happens here, but before. Or, um, elsewhere, I guess. Wherever home is.
( Despite this being a video broadcast, and deliberately so, she has to yet glanced at the camera. She does now, very briefly, but there is a definite guilty expression to it. Ellie opens her mouth again, but thinks better of it. )
Not just that, but they weren't the right people. Some of them seemed decent enough, but they weren't her human safety blanket or the guy that kept them all going, or the one that she could always feel superior to. (To be honest, it was a relief none of them were Lee.)
This might be why she is addressing the network from one of the bombed out buildings rather than her place, which she hasnt visited for a few days. Ellie's just surrounded by debris, dirt and water damaged walls, though some of the prior are concealed by some pretty massive piles of paper. She's propping herself up on her elbows, not looking right at the device. )
I was wondering what there is around here in the way of record keeping. I mean, these things have got a lot on them, but something other than that. Pens, paper - the tangible stuff. In case the network fails, or something.
There's probably already something, but I haven't had time to figure all that out yet. And maybe if there isn't, we should make one. Record the people who have been here, what they know, experiences and stuff. Not just stuff that happens here, but before. Or, um, elsewhere, I guess. Wherever home is.
( Despite this being a video broadcast, and deliberately so, she has to yet glanced at the camera. She does now, very briefly, but there is a definite guilty expression to it. Ellie opens her mouth again, but thinks better of it. )
[video]
[Cedric nods.]
Yeah! Extraordinary wizards are given an honour called the Order of Merlin, named after him. And legend has it that he attended the same school I did, hundreds of years ago.
[video]
( But she sounds more awed than actually accusing him of lying. )
That's crazy. He's a legend. An actual legend, that's just crazy.
Okay, so how much of those cliches about witches and wizards are true? Broom sticks, black catt...?
[video]
[Cedric gets the message. He laughs lightly, planting his chin in his hand to think this over. What were Muggles usually taught about wizards, again...?]
To start, we don't all have green skin and crooked noses, obviously. Though our Potions professor does have greasy hair and a hook-nose.
We do fly on broomsticks. There's even a sport played on brooms. I was a team captain.
Some of us have cats, but they're not always black. At Hogwarts we're allowed to pick one of three animals for our pets: a cat, an owl, or a toad. Hardly anyone picks a toad these days. Cats are popular for companionship, but most wizards have owls. They carry our mail for us.
And we do wear robes and cloaks. I had to learn contemporary fashion on my own because most adult wizards dress dreadfully when they can't wear their robes. There was a wizard wearing a bizarrely frilly dress wandering around the World Cup last year.
[video]
vigilantesuper hero and a wizard! )Oh, an owl for mail would be great. Does anyone have tawny frogmouths? ( Not a priority, Ellie, but they're Australian and amazing looking so she is honour bound.
CLOAKS AND ROBES. ) Do you have pointy hats?
( So much for keeping herself from asking that question. )
[video]
[He grins.]
I'm sure they're the favourites of the Australian wizarding community. I'm afraid I don't know much about them, though. And yes, we have pointy hats---but they're only for very special occasions. Extremely formal.