Free Fact Booth
There were two things that Jeremy was looking forward to about camp.
Number one, to get to experience what it was like to be a part of the Department of Mysteries, of course.
But Number two...a month of face-time with the Hogwarts students. A month to prove that he was different. A month to show that he didn't belong where the rest of his family did. He loved them, and he was sure Slytherin house was just fine. But Ravenclaw was the house for him. He just knew it.
Now all he had to do was prove it to everybody else.
He had already tried introducing himself to individual students, but it was just too slow. He really didn't know which ones had the most sway with the sorting hat. He needed a much larger campaign, if he wanted the news to get back to school.
The idea had came to him in a flash. Ravenclaw was the house for the smart, for the clever. All he needed to do was prove to as many people as possible how smart and clever he really was. Would it help? Maybe not. Would it hurt? Definitely not.
So the boy had lugged over a spare table that it seemed like nobody was using. On it, he'd placed a number of quills, ripped parchments, and, the cherry on top, some cups of hot coffee that he'd brought over diligently from breakfast. Jeremy had sipped his Dad's coffee once and thought it was one of the worst things he'd ever tasted, but his sister and her friends had always gone crazy for it, and they went to Hogwarts, so maybe it was popular there. He hoped they would go fast, because he couldn't do magic yet, and couldn't really do anything to keep them warm.
On the table was also a sign:
"FREE FACTS! AND COFFEE!"
The 'Get Jeremy Into Ravenclaw' campaign had begun.
"Facts! Get your facts here!" the boy yelled out, taking a seat. He really didn't love talking to a crowd, but you had to do what you had to do. It would be well worth it if one student walked away thinking that they could put in a good word for him, with the headmaster, with the sorting hat, or with Rowena Ravenclaw's ghost, if Jer could be so lucky.
He'd heard his father say that if you're not paying for the product, then you were the product. He hoped that nobody else had dads that needed to schmooze people for a living.
Jeremy has set up a fact booth. Write down something on a piece of parchment and Jeremy will tell you a fact about it. The facts may or may not be accurate. One fact, and one cup of coffee per person. No redos.
(Any interactions welcome, no need to get a fact)
Free Fact Booth
Even if Jo hadn't recognised Jeremy's voice, she probably would've been willing to bet that the idea of a free fact booth had him behind it. He was just that kind of nerd.
Now, Jo didn't really need facts--she was perfectly capable of sourcing her own facts by going to the library or finding an expert on a topic--but she was curious to see if anyone had taken up Jeremy on his offer, and she wanted some of that coffee that Jeremy was advertising. Coffee was just one of those grown up things that protagonists in books were always subsisting on, which meant that if Jo wanted to be a spy or auror or anything cool at all that required lots of work over long nights, she probably needed to get used to it.
"I do be needing this," she announced as she approached the booth, and snatched one of the cups before Jeremy had a chance to retort. She took a careful sip as she glanced around his setup, and grimaced. If only coffee wasn't so gross... But she was determined. Fake it until you make it, as granda liked to say.
"What happens if you don't know a fact about the thing they ask about? Do they get something?"
Now, Jo didn't really need facts--she was perfectly capable of sourcing her own facts by going to the library or finding an expert on a topic--but she was curious to see if anyone had taken up Jeremy on his offer, and she wanted some of that coffee that Jeremy was advertising. Coffee was just one of those grown up things that protagonists in books were always subsisting on, which meant that if Jo wanted to be a spy or auror or anything cool at all that required lots of work over long nights, she probably needed to get used to it.
"I do be needing this," she announced as she approached the booth, and snatched one of the cups before Jeremy had a chance to retort. She took a careful sip as she glanced around his setup, and grimaced. If only coffee wasn't so gross... But she was determined. Fake it until you make it, as granda liked to say.
"What happens if you don't know a fact about the thing they ask about? Do they get something?"
Free Fact Booth
Jeremy had to admit this plan wasn’t going as swimmingly as he hoped, 'cause for the moment nobody seemed to be flocking to his alluring setup and the first person who finally did was one of the last people he was hoping to see. Jeremy scowled. He really needed to set conditions on these things. ‘Free facts! Free to everyone! Except for Jo! (And Kahira).’
“Those are for customers only!” he grumbled, as Jo snatched a coffee. He hadn’t really thought anybody his age would even WANT the coffee. He hoped that would help bring older students. Judging from the look on Jo’s face he wasn’t even sure she DID like it - he squinted at her, wondering if she had taken it just to take something from him.
But the real problem was Jo wasn't even a first-year yet, just like him, so how was SHE gonna help him?
“No they don't get a prize or anything," he said, deliberately, trying to muster his patience. "It's not that kinda booth. And anyway it's not gonna be something they’re gonna have to worry about, because I know a lot about a lot of things,” he said, confidently. "Now you got your coffee, can you go now? They won't come if you're standing here." he said, drumming his fingers on the table, and trying to peer behind her.
"Next!" he called, ignoring that Jo was still standing there.
“Those are for customers only!” he grumbled, as Jo snatched a coffee. He hadn’t really thought anybody his age would even WANT the coffee. He hoped that would help bring older students. Judging from the look on Jo’s face he wasn’t even sure she DID like it - he squinted at her, wondering if she had taken it just to take something from him.
But the real problem was Jo wasn't even a first-year yet, just like him, so how was SHE gonna help him?
“No they don't get a prize or anything," he said, deliberately, trying to muster his patience. "It's not that kinda booth. And anyway it's not gonna be something they’re gonna have to worry about, because I know a lot about a lot of things,” he said, confidently. "Now you got your coffee, can you go now? They won't come if you're standing here." he said, drumming his fingers on the table, and trying to peer behind her.
"Next!" he called, ignoring that Jo was still standing there.