or in this case, my adolescent reading - a few weeks ago I was looking up sunrise/sunset times around the globe, as you do, and discovered that the sun doesn't go down until after 8pm in early September in Scotland.
And my brain immediately was hijacked by the realization that even if they sorta run through everything, and don't allow any downtime between one student and the next, there's no freaking way they're finishing the Sorting Hat ceremony any time before 10pm. After nine hours on a train with minimal supervision. And that's if you assume the smaller size Hogwarts where there can't be more than 50 of them per year.
They have to get the older kids seated, explain things to the first years, and then if we assume exactly two minutes per kid - bam, there's an hour and a half gone, right there.
So if you're still writing or reading fanfic at Hogwarts, enjoy this little fact bouncing around your brain! It does not work! There's no way it can work! Those kids would riot from hunger, and probably more than a few of them would cry. I don't care how much candy they ate on the train, it wouldn't help. It never does.
Of course, fixing that still wouldn't fix the fact that it's all more than a bit toxic, but I knew that already.
And my brain immediately was hijacked by the realization that even if they sorta run through everything, and don't allow any downtime between one student and the next, there's no freaking way they're finishing the Sorting Hat ceremony any time before 10pm. After nine hours on a train with minimal supervision. And that's if you assume the smaller size Hogwarts where there can't be more than 50 of them per year.
They have to get the older kids seated, explain things to the first years, and then if we assume exactly two minutes per kid - bam, there's an hour and a half gone, right there.
So if you're still writing or reading fanfic at Hogwarts, enjoy this little fact bouncing around your brain! It does not work! There's no way it can work! Those kids would riot from hunger, and probably more than a few of them would cry. I don't care how much candy they ate on the train, it wouldn't help. It never does.
Of course, fixing that still wouldn't fix the fact that it's all more than a bit toxic, but I knew that already.