A Memory
November 10, 2020 10:29 PM
Dragons don't need brooms. by A Memory
The silvery figure that appeared in Cascade Hall one afternoon between classes was small, hardly noticeable. That was made even more true by the fact that it was actually under one of the tables. A small plushie dragon, no more than a foot long, was squished slightly in the middle, as if held by a very tiny invisible hand. It bopped up and down and made tiny roaring sounds. Nearby, a Golden Snitch - silver in this case, and also plushie - floated in front of it."Rawr!" the dragon said in the high sing-songy voice of a small child. "You are no match for me! I am a dragon!"
The Snitch wiggled in the air. "Ha ha ha!! I laugh in your face, dragon! You are no match for me for I am a Golden Smitch- Snitch! My name is Circle."
The dragon wiggled in response. "Pow!" the dragon said. He must have shot a mighty burst of flames because Circle fell from the air and landed on the floor beneath the table, squishing slightly where the invisible owner had pressed it down as if to make sure it would stay. "You are now melted because I am a dragon!" There was a dramatic pause and some vague shrieking sounds in Circle's voice, a higher version of the dragon's. "And my name is. . . . DRAGONMAN."
"Oh nooooo," Circle cried, wiggling again. "I have been defeated by Dragonman! Nooooooooooo!!!"
The dragon, apparently struck with remorse, walked - well, moved up and down on the floor - over to Circle and one tiny plush arm was pinched before it extended and patted the snitch.
"It is okay, Circle. I am ver' mighty," the dragon said, before both faded and disappeared.
OOC: I'm taking some liberties here - normally, memories cannot include the person whose memory they are, but I figured very small children would attribute their own voice acting to the creature they were dubbing for and have thus gone out on a limb for this one. For plot! And for fun! And because it's so cute.
Subthreads: Subthread 1 with System, Katey Willow
Subthread 2 with System, Nathaniel Mordue
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Katey Willow
November 15, 2020 2:25 PM
Do they need lunch? by Katey Willow
Katey had overslept this morning and hadn’t had time for breakfast, so by afternoon, she was running pretty low on energy. Combined with the fact that she had been darting around the Infirmary since she got there, reorganizing and re-cleaning to head off the approaching flu season - a few weeks off yet, but Katey liked to be prepared - and she was in absolutely dire need of a coffee. The Cascade Hall was the closest resource for that, so with a reluctant glance and a Prairie Elf left to watch for anyone who might come in her absence, she took off for her prize.The Hall was pretty empty, so with a large mug in hand, Katey allowed herself a moment to rest and took a seat at one of the open tables. To her surprise, she heard a tiny voice a moment later, seeming to come from beneath the table. Slowly, she stood up, pushing her chair behind her. Then she jumped down to the floor very suddenly. “Gotcha!” she grinned, expecting to see one of the staff kids.
But there was no child. Just two small, floating shapes. Both were silver, and one was an almost ghostlike version of a Snitch. The other, which appeared to be the source of the tiny voice, looked like a child’s toy dragon. The two items interacted, the small voice seeming to bounce between them, slightly different but still sounding like they came from the same person. Katey, still on the floor, crawled closer beneath the table, mesmerized, and just watched the scene play out.
After a moment, they faded away, leaving only the medic down on the floor. She remained there a moment, propped up on hands and knees, staring where the silvery items had been. What were they? She ran through everything possible she could imagine, but nothing she knew of seemed to quite fit.
Someone came up behind her, and when she was alerted to their presence, it startled her, and she jumped up a little too fast, hitting her head on the table. “Agh!” she cried involuntarily, her hand raising to the injured area as she backed out fully and stood up. “Um, I was just…” she started nervously, then diverted, her brain rattled in more ways than one. “Did you hear anything weird?”
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Nathaniel Mordue
November 16, 2020 10:29 PM
Golden Snitches go out of their way to avoid brooms. by Nathaniel Mordue
Nathaniel no longer found it completely impossible to make it through two classes in a row without obtaining coffee in between them, but he still preferred not to risk it. Sometimes, though, things went wrong, and today was such a day. He was still, he thought, more or less sentient as he ducked into the Cascade Hall for a refresher after two classes which had run together, but he was highly skeptical that he would get much further without being reduced to the capacity of an inferius. As this was not desirable, he made haste to leave the second class, the better to reach the dining hall during his break.Three years of depending on it, and he still didn’t really find it a terribly pleasant experience – a relieving one, but not a pleasant one. Indeed (though he would never admit it, as Dr. Greene had warned him about this very thing), he thought he probably felt worse than he would have on his own, as the listlessness was now actually accompanied by physical aches and pains. However, in his fifth year, he’d had no choice but to bully through the then-near-constant fatigue, and this had been the only way, and one thing had led to another….
He thought vaguely, not for the first time, about seeing if he could locate one of the school elves and convince it to simply give him the actual beans to swallow instead. Assuming, of course, they would work properly without being actively chewed on, that was an unpleasant thought –
"Rawr!”
Nathaniel turned, startled, unsure what he had just heard. It had been a voice, yes, but he had thought he was momentarily alone. It had also sounded like a child, and there shouldn’t have been a child running around, if one had escaped the professors’ quarters, he should probably attempt to locate its parent and return it, before it got itself hurt, but where….
Something silvery caught his eye, and he dropped to one knee to investigate, whereupon he found the source of the silvery light. It was…a dragon. And a snitch. That could talk. And sounded like a small child. What in the world?
Momentarily distracted from most everything but the puzzle, he watched on as the two…was it really simulated combat, he wondered, if he couldn’t really tell what they were doing, except that the dialogue had indicated the dragon melted the Snitch? That was less combat and more reality, except that the snitch kept talking after being melted. That was quite a feat, he thought with amusement, half-smiling as the dragon went to console its former foe.
The two images faded away, and Nathaniel chuckled to himself, Assuming he was not going really mad – which he did not think he was – then that was a clever bit of magic, really. He looked around, wondering who had done it, and if they had also set it to work on its own somehow, and in any case, why they had done it. Was it supposed to be a prank, he wondered? He’d heard that some people found playing tricks on other people amusing, but his failure to understand why it was amusing was one of the proofs that he had no sense of humor. Was it a trick if it was nice? Was it an attempt by someone to amuse someone? Perhaps practice for the Concert in some way? That made sense, he decided, reaching up to put a hand on the table to push himself back to his feet. Someone might have been practicing charms for the concert, or charms they wanted to offer to a group for the concert, and that was one of them, whatever it was….
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