[ Idly Legolas wonders if Gandalf would be capable of something similar. After all an almost live looking fireworks were a non-issue for him so perhaps neither were edible frogs. Or rather frogs made of food.

Gratefully he takes the box offered to him, yet still with a much distrustful look levelled at it. ]

Indeed. Not many see it, that is not many beyond our Realm, the people we lead and care for. Beyond them, not many are willing to see past the surface... and perhaps it is for the best, for a King ought to be respectable, but they think him heartless at times.

Or at least, they used to for a time.

[ He shakes his head, these people could not be any more wrong.

The explanations, however, have his rapt and undivided attention. A story, of a sort, something new to learn and something he has an actual interest in. Much like he once upon a time listened to Gimli speak of his people and his culture, now Legolas listens to Hermione speak of similar. ]

I see. Who it is that decides which house a student belongs to?