Sagacity, as its true proponents know, comes in many guises, and in different ages manifests itself in a myriad of forms. We of the Ravenclaw, who take Rowena and her precepts as our paramount guides, we seek eternally, not to find, but to journey within, ourselves and the time and space we share. Thus we have not a password of any fixed manner, a rote remedy to the issue of access, but rather portals of perception, which any suited to cross may do so. We draw no line in the sand to declare undying allegiance, rather we weigh, and consider, and conclude what, on this occasion, is most meet.
This is not to say we lack conviction, but rather that our insight permits us to apprehend how another's differing position may be equally well-founded, and of sound construction.
This tower, with its windows, draws our gaze to heavens and earth alike, and helps us not tumble into the pit of pure self-contemplation, from which so little of any true worth arises. We look to see, and in seeking discover, uncovering those truths, personal and public, which lead us all our days, long after this place is but recollection.
Malakhai was sitting at one of the various desks within the common room, his quill scrawling across a length of paper. He was finishing up an essay that had been technically due last week but he had just found the perfect words for a few hours ago. He had late marks on just about every single thing in the gradebook and it was a wonder he had ever even got to sixth year, but maybe it was because of the quality of the work. Maybe the professors saw the potential but were a bit irritated he never seemed to turn anything in on time. No matter, he didn't really care. He doubted this was the route he was going to go down in the future anyway. not if he got into Alohomora like he wanted. After failing his Silencio Auditions years ago, he had practically given up, but hearing about Alohomora and it's therapeutic perks gave him new hope. Maybe he could get over his stage fright and follow his dreams after all. But first things first, finish this essay and swing by the Transfiguration professor's office.
Astrid flounced down the spiral staircase that led from the female sanctioned bedchambers and hopped off the last step with grace and agility. Spying Khai working relentlessly at his essay only incited the need to interrupt which she promptly did by sprawling on one one of the velvet royal blue chaise lounges, her slippered feet moving to gently rest on his lap. "You know if you just let yourself fail, you could be closer to the rest of us and maybe we could even graduate together," she teased before tilting her head to the side. "Whatcha' working on? Transfig?"
Malakhai sneaked her a stink eye over his shoulder and finished his sentence, making a face at her feet in his lap. "As much as I love you guys and would totally visit you after I graduated, I'm eager to graduate in my year, thank you very much," he said. He leaned back in his chair and glanced at Astrid, tilting his head. "Yeah it's Transfiguration. It was due like last Tuesday but I'm sure Professor Van der Hoek won't mind. She never does anyway." He pushes Astrid's legs out of his lap and scoots closer to the desk. "What's brought you down here at this hour? Looking for some late afternoon shenanigans?"
She walks out to the crowd of familiar faces, of people she had met throughout the years, and into the common room. Nes paused, a bit disappointed it was so empty in here, but then her eyes landed on a fifth year. What was his name again? Oh whatever, did it matter? JJ or something? She walks to the cough and leans off on the back of it, attempting to read his letter from over his shoulder. "Watcha doin, DJ?"
Nes couldn't help but scoff. "What for? What could they possibly need to know about me? The last person I hooked up with? Oh, or maybe the last time I got detention?" She sneered at the idea, and walked around the couch to sit next to him. "They don't wanna hear from me, and I sure don't wanna talk to them, so." She shrugs.
"Nah. They're all nerds. Either they're studying in the library or they went to bed early. There is no in between with Ravenclaws." She answers with a smirk. "Except you I guess. And me. But I can swear I belong in Slytherin."
She casually shrugs. "I think so. It was four years ago, so." She sits back. "I'm not too worried. Like I said, its just a title. But maybe the hat is getting senile." Nes smirks at the thought. "I mean, it is over a thousand years old."
He quirked an eyebrow. "Does it? Hogwarts remains shielded from Muggles after all these years. Those staircases still move around year after year after year. You think that professors or House Elves or... someone is consistently replacing those spells? Who in their right mind would continue to make the staircases move about?"
"No. I think certain charms are kept up by the magical energy flowing through the air. By It's students and teachers. The people who are magical. But what happens if we all disappear? Hm? What would happen if our magic disappeared? How long do you think the charms would last? "
He shrugged. "Magic has been in the world since the beginning of time. No one knows how it originated. But, by that logic, the Hat is also in and among people and objects that are magical. So wouldn't that theory also apply to it?"
Nes shakes her head. "No. It's imbued with magic. Items are imbued, they cannot produce magic. They eat off of it." Nes, at this point, was sitting up and facing him. "Magic can only originate inside of people. Its why and how obscurials exist. It's why horcruxes, when they are imbued in a mundane item, make those items magical. The hat is not a person. It is a thing that feeds off of our magical energy."
She sighs. Nes is trying so hard to be patient with this kid, but she smiles a sort of quietly annoyed smile as she answers. "We let their magic decide. The hat is imbued with the combined magic of the four founders. Their magic energy isn't replaced, but is kept alive by ours. The energy coming from a first year is detected. Then its analysed to see which founder's energy it matches the best with." It made sense to Nes at least. "Magic energies have their own signature. Its how some people are caught for using their magic for bad things. "
He smiled and continued to brainstorm. "Or maybe it's like.... a quiz, that you sign at the end. Because the Hat does usually take your opinions into it, to some degree, even if it makes the ultimate decision."
He nodded slowly. "Truth serums... that would be interesting, given that if someone believes a truth about themselves... even if it were a lie, if they believe it to be true, they could still say such under the effects of the potion. So if the parchment were somehow created with truth serum in it... that could work..."