Well, the boat had gone poorly, but at least it was over. Giddy wiped at his mouth with the edge of his sleeve as unobtrusively as he could. His mother would have a handkerchief to hand, he thought, and it was not the first pang of homesickness - or sickness - he had felt but it was potentially the most public and he quickly blinked away his watering eyes. Finally, his time at the hat came and he took to the stool with all the dignity he could muster, wondering if it would be quicker to just ask to be put with Jammy.
"Describe yourself in three words."
Furrowing his brow, Giddy realised then and only then that this was not to be an actual test and that his confidence in his intelligence seeing him through would definitely make no difference. Easily surprised, he thought drily. And resilient, he added, thinking about his mother.
"Would you rather be able to change into an animal, change your appearance, or see the future?"
Changing into an animal was an impressive skill no doubt, but he had several relatives that could do that and he knew it could be achieved with some study. And his uncle Faustus had once told him about the concealment elements of auror training - and how they could go wrong - so that could be done too. The future on the other hand. I think it would be better to see what's coming, then you'll know what to do when no one else does. And then you were probably more likely to win.
"If you could invent a potion, what would it do?"
He had seen poverty and illness, and how their tendrils could reach out and affect others too but was there a potion that could fix that? Surely if there were it would already have been invented? It depends what people need.
"Imagine you see someone cheat in class. What do you do?"
Tell on them, Giddy thought with a sniff of contempt.
"Who is your enemy and how will you defeat them?"
At the moment his primary enemy was seasickness, but he doubted that was what was called for. Licking his lips he grimaced at the lingering taste and thought, again, of his mother and how she would make it better. Had that love always been guilt?
I don't know yet, he thought, but when I find out I'll let you know.
"Describe yourself in three words."
Furrowing his brow, Giddy realised then and only then that this was not to be an actual test and that his confidence in his intelligence seeing him through would definitely make no difference. Easily surprised, he thought drily. And resilient, he added, thinking about his mother.
"Would you rather be able to change into an animal, change your appearance, or see the future?"
Changing into an animal was an impressive skill no doubt, but he had several relatives that could do that and he knew it could be achieved with some study. And his uncle Faustus had once told him about the concealment elements of auror training - and how they could go wrong - so that could be done too. The future on the other hand. I think it would be better to see what's coming, then you'll know what to do when no one else does. And then you were probably more likely to win.
"If you could invent a potion, what would it do?"
He had seen poverty and illness, and how their tendrils could reach out and affect others too but was there a potion that could fix that? Surely if there were it would already have been invented? It depends what people need.
"Imagine you see someone cheat in class. What do you do?"
Tell on them, Giddy thought with a sniff of contempt.
"Who is your enemy and how will you defeat them?"
At the moment his primary enemy was seasickness, but he doubted that was what was called for. Licking his lips he grimaced at the lingering taste and thought, again, of his mother and how she would make it better. Had that love always been guilt?
I don't know yet, he thought, but when I find out I'll let you know.