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“So,” Jason frowned at the homework he was grading. “I just got sorted by a hat, the latest educational decree says all teachers need to be sorted into the school houses for some reason. I mean it does give someone some insight into me, about my values and whatever.”
On the other side of the communicator screen was the Batcave. The communicator was something that Tim had created to get around the no muggle technology wards around Hogwarts. It was using a worrying amount of Tim's bastardization of alien and human technology. It consisted of a pile of wires connecting to several humming or vibrating boxes with a worrying amount of warning lights scattered throughout.
Dick frowned, “A hat?”
“Yep, a talking wizard hat that likes to make up new songs to entertain the students at the beginning of each new year. It introduces the four houses to the new students, or well to the muggleborns, as the other kids have heard all about the houses and many already had prejudices about the four houses already.”
“Well,” Damian leaned into view, “What did it determine?”
“It couldn’t pick only one. Adults are apparently a lot harder to sort. So I’m a combination of a Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. I’ve been declared a Ravenpuff.”
“You did not demand to changed the joining of house names to Huffleclaw? Really going by anything puff.”
Jason rolled his eyes at his youngest brother, “Apparently it thinks I was a Ravenclaw before developing Hufflepuff values, so I’m stuck with Ravenpuff and my,” Jason snorted, “House colors are bronze and yellow. The scarf is… interesting.”
“Huh,” Tim looked up from his latest project, “I wonder which house or houses the rest of us would be sorted into.”
“Pretty sure you're some kind of Slytherin. I could see if the Sorting Hat wants to take a field trip. It was pretty excited to sort someone when I showed up to be sorted.”
Dick grinned, “Well if they sorted you because you're teaching there, us other Jason Hoods should get our own houses and scarfs. I wonder what house colors we'll get."
Tim nodded, “It would be practical as well. Since we all have to look like Jason now that Umbridge passed educational decree thirty-six. Which banned Polyjuice from being used in Hogwarts. So, we can't keep claiming to be using it. Getting those charms from Zatanna was a great idea."
Jason smirked, "Of course it was, it was your idea."
Tim ignored him, "We could wear the scarves when we take on the role of Jason Todd to clue the students in and I doubt she can get a decree passed about the professors wearing different colored scarves."
Tim smirked, "And if she does, well we can move on to a new clothing item until she’s banning socks or even eyeshadow.”
Jason shrugged, “So far I’ve only inspired three educational decrees so I wouldn’t mind increasing that number. I’ll try and grab the Sorting Hat before I dial back the time turner and come home to patrol tomorrow. We’ll see what happens.”
Damian nodded, “That will suffice.”
Jason glanced over at the contraption Tim had made, “I’m going to hang up now, a bunch of the lights have turned red and something is probably burning cause one of the boxes is smoking.”
“Fuck,” Tim growled, clicking something in his project together. “I’ll have a new one for you tonight. Beta version seventeen point three is almost ready anyways.”
Hanging up Jason turned back to the scrolls he was grading with his red pen. He didn’t care what educational decree eight said. He wanted his writing to be legible. He may be forced to write with the weird pen Tim created to make his writing look like it was written with a quill, but wasn’t going to actually write using a (redacted) quill.