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The latest species additions were placed by the sorting hat. One by one they took their seats at their respective house’s tables. After it was over, Quicksilver “McKay” fumed.
“I can’t believe it!” He stared across the hall at the Gryffindor table dumbfounded. “That sorting hat is an idiot!”
Lastlight “Michael”, who sat on the other side of Quicksilver, raised an eyebrow confused. “What? I thought you wanted to be in Ravenclaw?”
“No, I do! That’s not what I was talking about.”
“Then what?”
He gestured to the blonde replicator at the opposite table. “Why is RepliCarter in Gryffindor?! I mean Carter is clearly a genius!” After a moment, he paused, self-conscious, and amended, “..I mean not to my extent.. but close!”
Guide “Todd” shrugged. “Guess Replicators are.. brave?”
Lastlight frowned in thought. “But are they really though? Their machines?”
“Machines with feelings?” Guide grunted then added in a low gravelly voice. “Well, the Asurans are basically human replicators that could fight any side, so maybe that’s why?”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “But still.. Gryffindor? Don’t have enough brave people in the galaxy already?”
Lastlight’s eyes narrowed on the Gryffindor's table. “At least they now have people who aren’t just brave and stupid.”
“It’s about time.” Guide grinned teasingly.
“Sheppard’s a real leap before you look kind of guy.” Quicksilver added absentmindedly, then reluctantly agreed. “Maybe having Repli there will talk some sense into him.”
Guide frowned when he saw the Gryffindor boys, Cameron, Ronon, Sheppard, and O’Neill already trying to start a fight with the Slytherin boys Ba’al and Apophis.
Some helpful Hufflepuff Nox sprung into action, trying to soothe the dispute.
Quicksilver stood up to get a better view, then shook his head. “Why are all Gryffindors bullies?”
“Because their leaders are bullies and everyone just follows suit?” Lastlight added and Quicksilver shrugged in agreement.
Guide raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s in their DNA?” He paused when Lastlight and Quicksilver looked at each other for a moment, then both gave him a look. “Well, not you guys.. I mean..” He glanced away awkwardly. “You’re both Wraith now and all..”
Queen Death took her seat, after having some sort of dispute with a Hufflepuff Hoffan about how best they think the Wraith should deal with their feeding hands, even though the Wraith have made it quite clear it’s none of their business. “What are we talking about?”
“The Gryffindors.”
Lastlight shrugged. “Yeah, they are kind of brave and stupid.”
She rolled her eyes. “Ugh, Tau’ri.”
Quicksilver paused, then sighed reluctantly. “Well, all the Tau’ri were stupid compared to me while I was one of them, so yeah.. I guess I can agree, but maybe try not to make it sound like a speciest thing?”
“Why not?” The Queen asked with a raised eyebrow. “The Gryffindor Tau’ri are speciest against the Slytherins, and the Hufflepuff’s, like the Asgard, think they're above all the other species and that we’re all children in comparison, despite the fact the Wraith are centuries old and have vast experience and knowledge from living that long life with a connected and shared hive mind.”
“I.. I suppose some of that is true, but..” He self-reflected a moment, a being of two races. He couldn’t help feeling like some unity had to be around the corner. Something to end the species hostility. “Isn’t there a way for us to get along? Some compromise?”
“Don’t take it personally, Quicksilver.” She patted her scientist’s arm. “You’re one of us now. Just watch, and observe the galaxies for a few millennia in between hibernations. You’ll come to realize that the races of both our galaxies will always be at war. Always be divided. Civilizations and ‘gods’ rise and fall, but they’re always replaced. Goa’ulds dominate then die, only to be replaced by Ori, only for them to be replaced by the Lucian Alliance. It’s a never-ending power vacuum that must be filled, so nothing ever changes. The cycle always starts anew.”