“You have to take the quiz.”īunce snorts. “Not officially,” he says, and he points to the laptop. I run my hand cooly through my hair and smirk at him. “Of course you’re a Hufflepuff, Snow,” I say. “Penny is a Ravenclaw,” Snow says, nodding towards her. I raise an eyebrow at her and give her a disappointed look. “You don’t know your Hogwart’s house, Basilton?” I’m not taking anymore of your quizzes.”īunce’s eyes widen.
I slide the laptop onto the bookshelf and turn to him. He huffs and crosses his arm, glaring at me and then at the laptop in my hands. “We don’t know Baz’s Hogwarts house,” he says.
Snow makes a grab for the laptop, but I swipe it up from the table and walk away from the couch. “What don’t we know officially?” She asks, sitting down on the end of the sofa. But apparently, that means nothing because a laptop is being shoved in my face.īunce walks in and gives us a questioning glare as I yank the laptop out of Snow’s hands and sit it down on the coffee table. But after finding out that I’m a pigeon, and that my superpower is invisibility (and the countless vampire jokes that ensued shortly afterwards), and that I’m apparently never getting married because I’m not a fan of tacos, I had to put my foot down. I took a few of them at first, of course, just to humor Snow. And she’s not the one being begged to take them all after he’s done.
Bunce says that useless knowledge doesn’t exist, but she’s not dating Simon Snow. The sorting kind: “ What kind of bird are you?” “ What would be your superpower?” “Pick a taco and we’ll tell you at what age you’ll get married.” (Incidentally, that one said he was already married, but I’m not suspicious.) It’s all totally useless knowledge. No, it’s the useless quizzes he seems to love so much. Simon is obsessed with quizzes, and not the educational kind, or else he may have done better in school.