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HP-Gryffinclaw

"Danny, look!" I glanced up from my book to see Logan running into the Great Hall, bouncing like he'd had four cups of caffeine.

In his hand was a piece of parchment with scribbles all over it.

"Look!" He exclaimed again, slapping the paper down in front of me.

"At what?" I frowned. The paper was covered in blue ink, but there were no actual words or drawings.

"It can from a quill that doesn't need to be dipped into ink all the time!"

"And where did you get this quill?"

Logan pulled a cheap BIC pen out of his robes. "From Minnie Gava."

I sighed. "How much did you pay for it?"

"Three sickles."

"You moron. It's called a pen, it's a muggle thing. This probably didn't even cost one sickle for her to buy."

"Oh." Logan looked down. "But Minnie said-"

"Exactly. Minnie said and she's basically a con artist."

"Right...Well I'm going to keep it anyway." Logan announced, stuffing the pen into his robes.

"You do that. Now go eat breakfast." I turned back to my book, grabbing a piece of toast from a passing tray and nibbling on it.

Logan walked off, then I heard footsteps behind me again.

"Hey, I forgot to ask you," Logan started.

"Yes?" I set down my book again, sighing. At this rate I'd never finish it before Lauren.

"What's the probability of getting seriously injured from jumping off one of the staircases?"

I made a face. "Why?"

"Just wanna know." Logan smiled in a way that was probably meant to be innocent, but came off looking more mischievous.

"Well, are we talking the big center hall or one of the side stairways?"

"Big center hall."

I calculated the probability quickly. "98.4 percent chance you will injure yourself. And it's a 95 percent chance added that you would break something."

"Guess I'll just have to be that 1.6 percent." Logan said cheerfully.

"Do you know how statistically incorrect that is?"

"No."

"Of course not. Don't die." I went to open my book again.

"Hey, did you figure out how to wire that muggle TV so we can use it here?" Logan sat down next to me.

"No, I haven't. I'm almost done though."

He nodded and got up, running over to the Gryffindor table.

I rolled my eyes and opened my book again, diving into the world of Sherlock Holmes.

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"How far are you?" Lauren asked when I sat down next to her for potions class.

"Chapter fourteen."

"Hah! Chapter sixteen! Thanks for getting it for me, by the way."

I nodded. "So Minnie got to Logan."

She smiled. "You can't blame the girl, she's just trying to raise money for a decent cause."

"Yes, but she could do it some other way...." I remembered Logan's question about the stairs suddenly.

"Hey, did Minnie challenge Logan to something today?"

"I don't know, why?"

"He asked something stupid and it sounds like what she'd do."

Lauren frowned. "What was it?"

"Parkour off the staircases."

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"Hey, Logan, where are you going?" I shouted.

"I'm putting your percentage to the test!"

Oh Lord was this going to end badly.

"You can do that later, man, I got the TV working and I want to show you movie."

Logan made a face, debating. "Okay, what's it called?"

"Iron Man."

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"Minnie keeps telling me that Tony's a Slytherin." I said as we watched the screen. "I told her he's obviously a Ravenclaw because he's smart enough to build that entire suit out of scrap metal in a cave while under heavy surveillance. She always argues that he's ambitious as all get out and that's why he's a Slytherin but I think that smarts trump ambition. Besides, ambition could just be eating a whole pizza in a minute or fitting a whole doughnut in your mouth in one go. And then there's the fact that-"

Logan cut me off. "I dunno man, I don't think they're either of them."

I turned to glare at him. "Then what is your opinion, Dirk?"

"Really, last names? I think, Jefferies, that he's a Gryffindor."

I frowned. "Why?"

Logan shrugged. "Well, just look at his suit."

"What about it?"

"Red and gold, dude. Red and gold."