[ it's a lot of information, but luke treats it like searching on the internet: he absorbs the information, feels overwhelmed, and picks and chooses the words that pop out in front of him. usually, it's the keywords he's after. he thinks he's plucked the important bits from her. but he nods, to himself, brows raised, and voice almost finalised, as though he knows exactly what she's speaking of — and he's beginning to, with every moment she goes on one of her passionate rambles. ] Huh. So, Purebloods are the uptight, rich people with their noses inserted up their asses. [ luke pulls a face, lips pursed, as though this description is on par with the sky is blue. ] Good to know.

But what House were you in? [ it sounds almost like the cabins, being sorted into a god's house. but luke doubts all the witches and wizards and whatever comes in between were sorted into cabins at this magical school of hers based on their parentage. did she get sorted into the house of muggleborns, like he, the son of hermes, had been sorted into the house of hermes? ]