The Honor Spren

Orlando can be fun though . . . What are you doing there? Is it a business trip or something?

Mini collab between Mistrunner and Honor Spren. We meant to do more, but eventually it was just better to post it. Two Weeks Earlier . . . Clo had been wandering for a very long time. That was the only way she could explain it. She’d lost count of the days, she’d lost her watch, and all she had was a knapsack on her back and a pocketknife in her hand. She was a cat burglar, though she wasn’t quite sure if it could still be considered thievery when no one had been home for a very long time. Everything normal hadn’t happened for a very long time. Clo couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had ice cream. It seemed like a stupid little thing to think about. It was. Clo had been wandering for a very long time. She was bound to have a few crazy thoughts now and then. The last time she’d talked to someone who didn’t have crazy powers and a penchant for murdering people was back on the road however long ago, and he’d decided to go to that crazy city with a ton of Epics. Clo couldn’t remember his name. She assumed the guy had been killed by one of them by now. She kept walking until she finally caught sight of it. A beacon of hope and joy and wonder. A face, well worn and beloved by all, set behind three beautiful letters. KFC. The KFC, the old fast food place Clo used to work at before she’d moved away from Astoria. The food was pretty decent and there was probably some left if it hadn’t been raided too harshly. She grinned and broke into a run. She opened the door, and the little bell Smith had decided to install tinkled. It brought with it a pang of familiarity. She half expected the other employees- even the annoying ones- to pop out of the cupboards and yell “SURPRISE!" But she wasn’t here to reminisce; she was here to raid the place and see if they still had potatoes or something. She was opening the third cupboard with very little success when she heard the bell tinkle. Someone was walking in. They froze. Clo froze. So, naturally, Clo started laughing hysterically. Magnolia pulled her cloche down further over her head. Oregon was unnaturally cold for this time of year. Why anyone in their right mind would live here, she didn't understand. Not that she was in her right mind either. . . . Her stomach growled again. Why couldn't it just shut up? Sounded like a dying walrus. Sparking epics. Destroying cafés all the time. Just plain stupid, thats what they were. Stupid job. Why'd it have to be at a café? Epics must have a grudge against cafés. Magnolia fingered her pink highlights. "What was I thinking, getting highlights? Sparking highlights. It's your fault I have to steal food. Expensive little brats." Her irrational thoughts had just became mumblings. Not good. I need to steal more food. The tiny sane part of her corrected itself. Scavenging. It's called scavenging. You don't steal stuff. Not yet. She lifted her eyes and saw something beautiful. A KFC. Her mouth began to water. The sane part took over again and she started reasoning. The sign looked old and only one letter on the building still glowed. And . . . Never mind now that one's gone out too. It was obviously abandoned, but maybe one of the freezers was still sort of working and she could fry up some chicken herself. As Mag opened the door she heard a scuttling sound coming from the back. A girl, about her age was standing there, frozen by surprise. And when she laughed, Magnolia found the situation so bizarre and the last week so taxing, that she started laughing too.

So . . . This conversation happened at the dinner table today: Me: *passingly mentions a post by Kobold* MomSpren: "You know he's probably some 40 year old guy living in his parents basement?" Me: "No Mom, he's a 20 year old guy living in his parents basement. Gosh, get it right."

For drawing good cartoons and drinking rootbeer.

Okay then. I'll start the thread once I'm able to get off mobile.

This. I want to print out this quote and hang it on my wall.

I'm debating, should we start at Platform 9 3/4, or when kids get their letters and go to Diagon Alley?

I would love to explain my beliefs to your future kids, Voidus. On Harry Potter, my parents don't mind it at all. They like it, in fact. It was my dad who read the books to us, and they would always insist that we had to finish a book before we could watch the corresponding movie. I don't know who I'd be without memories of running around with other kids, waving sticks we'd cut from the trees in our backyard and shouting incantations. Our moms would occasionally turn around to call, "No unforgivable curses!" then go back to discussing homeschool curricula. Hmm, that became rambling. Basically, we find nothing wrong with make believe stories about magic.

I . . . I'm going to Virginia in June. For, like, 7 or 8 months. Storming Colors, why.

For drinking coffe whilst reading a . . . Newspaper? Is that what that little emoticon's doing? Anyway, it's wonderfully sarcastic.

What do you think of his policy to set any illegal earth kingdom immigrants on fire?

Yes, actually. I went there on the way home from Disney World. Would you care to put your location on the stalking guide?

Yes.

It was at this restaurant called The Catfish Place. They serve seafood marshfood and I only got it on a dare from my dad. But yeah, you can eat gator. I have some friends who go and hunt alligators to eat whenever their freezer runs out. I'm 97% sure its legal. I'll think about it.

I guess? And it'salready a given, but I thought I'd say it anyway: No sparkles.

While Mistrunner is being a ninja, :ph34r: I'm being King George and singing this song from Hamilton over and over. (This isn't the full song, but it's my favorite video.)

Yesss, salmon is the best in every single form. But no one else in my family likes it, so I almost never get any . . . Are you saying that if I make noodles with soy sauce and rice, I could finally get to meet you? I've had fried catfish before, it was on a plate with some other fried meats like frog legs, turtle, and gator. I don't like spicy either, for me though, the spicy thing I'll eat is orange chicken. And again, more proof we're brain twins.

I've been waiting for you to ask that.

Of Course!

I'm back. I don't want to do stats. I'll just rely on you guys to not make your characters over-powered. Eh, if we don't have any in canon evidence that brooms don't work for muggles, I think it should be fine. You know what they say, "If they tell you to make it across without stepping on the squares, just pull out that ruler and make sure none of them are rectangles." Besides, I don't think there are any extra curriculars that don't require magic. By artificery, do you mean spells cast on the broom to make it respond to anyone? Those might be a thing, right? I have always wondered what would happen if a muggleborn became a Slytherin. It's a good rabbit hole to go down.

Any year is fine. Since you volunteered as a Slytherin, could I make the humble request that one of your characters is a prefect? And you guys can start posting character descriptions now. Lorelei Marchbanks Year: 1st year House: She was surprised to receive Slytherin Blood Status: Halfblood Appearance: Gray-green eyes, chestnut brown hair, pale skin. Personality and interests: She's quiet around new people but talkative when she gets to know them. She likes to sing. Paloma Warren Year: 4th year House: Ravenclaw Blood Status: Blood Traitor Appearance: Amber eyes and black hair. Her skin is a light tan. Personality and interests: She would be that one person on the dance floor dancing alone with no shame. She loves flying and is the Ravenclaw keeper.