As they headed toward the pie palace Jaspar smiled down at his cousins eager questions, it was weird to think that he was about to be an upperclassman while his cousin was a first year. Jaspar still thought of himself as a little kid, still remembered his first year like it had just happened. The reality of growing up was still lost on him though as they continued their conversation. Chuckling at the very narrow descriptions of the house Jaspar shook his head. Locks of long blond hair fell into his face until he swept them to the side and spoke up. "Not all of the moons are, you will meet some nice ones. My friend Anne is an Ombrelune, she is cool." Jaspar liked being able to say 'my friend...' out loud, it gave him a reassuring feeling he wasn't totally used to but Anne had never not been his friend. Not really. The two had bonded almost instantly over their love of science and logic. "Pretty sure I'm not a tree hugger?" He questioned with a soft smile before finishing the thought. "The Papilonlisse's are very creative and imaginative, these are good traits to have."
Jaspar hoped that he wasn't ruining all of Theo's hopes about school. He though the butterfly house would make him happy, not the other way around, but Jaspar could relate. "Before I was sorted I hoped to be placed in Ombrelune with Anne." He confessed, the words rolling off easily even though he'd never told another soul about it. Jaspar had always been under the impression that the smartest students were in Ombrelune and when he didn't make the cut it had almost crushed him. Soon enough however he learned it had nothing to do with his intelligence level but rather how far he was willing to go to use his intelligence. "It is possible, would you disagree?" Jaspar returned his cousins Question about houses with another question before they reached the door of the pie palace. It looked like a little castle, like something out of a Cinderella story book, and thus the giant pumpkin sitting out side was not out of place. "Of course we will still be friends, houses are just where you sleep."
Little flags rippled in the wind from each of the towers of the palace, each with a picture of a different kind of pie printed on them. The smells from the palace made Jaspar's stomach rumble as he turned toward the pumpkin, distracted. Turning his cousin toward it as well Jaspar reached out and pointed at the sign hanging from the carved out door of the giant pumpkin. "Look it says we can go inside." The French words clearly said they were welcome inside and Jaspar wasted no time moving toward it. "I rode one of the horses in the Derby actually, did not do very well though." Climbing into the pumpkin and waiting for his cousin to follow Jaspar looked around at the inner lining of a massive fruit. "Did you know that Pumpkins are technically fruits, not vegetables, not a lot of people know that." He pondered allowed as he trampled through the inside of the pumpkin door and into the hallowed cavern. After they were both inside Jaspar was remiss to hear the door closing behind them and an alarm going off.
"All hail the Pumpkin King!" A magical voice rang out, it turns out they were on the wrong end of an elaborate sales demonstration. "Buy a pie and save the trapped wizards!" Jaspar groaned at the thought, his face turning as red as a tomato, as he heard people laughing and moving about outside of the shell. He ran his hand through his hair, getting the sticky pumpkin goo he'd transferred from running his palm along the wall all into his hair. It stuck straight up but Jaspar had no idea. "I guess were not going to get that pie after all."
Leaning against the wall and not caring exactly how sticky his back side was getting Jaspar resigned to spending a few hours trapped in the pumpkin.
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