He might not have got squashed though. Some spiders...well, they're extraordinarily resilient. Survive pressure of slippers millions of times beyond their own body weight.
*settles in next to him, shoulders comfortably close* I would love to tell you one. Now...you don't mind it's not an allegory, do you? Because sometimes they sneak up on me, but I'm not very good at them.
*smiles* Alright. I'll tell you one of my favorites from when I was small.
Once upon a time, when the ice was still cold and deep but summers were sunny, there was a god named Baldur. Second son of the All-Father, he was...well he was just good. Loved and sweet and caring and kind. Just that sort of person, you know? Bit like Neville. A Longbottom sort of god.
*bites back a smile to say primly* Until I am doing more than just thought stepping out, I shall thought step out with whom I please. Though Neville certainly deserves better.
Well...he just went around being lovely. There's a plant named after him, because ita was this lovely, pure good white just like him.
But then one day, he had a dream about his own death. And it was the sort that wasn't just a dream, you know? His mum, the goddess Frigg, knew something was up an' that it was a prophecy.
*grins broadly* Ooooh... Luna likes two boys! Naughty girl.
*pokes her side playfully*
*gets quiet at the sound of a prophecy and furrows his brows* So he had a dream of his death? You're not going to kill Neville off in this story, are you?
*blushes* I didn't say I did! Just...that if I were, it'd be alright.
He had a true dream about his death. And...I'm not the one writing the story, Harry, the story just is what it is. But it turns out okay.
So Frigg, you know, his mum, she went around and was determined to make sure his dream didn't come true. Baldur just kept on the way he was before, because he decided not to let it bother him.
So Frigg went 'round to all the animals and all the plants and all the rocks, and made each one promise not to hurt Baldur. And of course they all agreed, because who would want to hurt him?
*smiles softly* He is terribly brave. And his hanging baskets are very beautiful.
*nods* I will warn you before character death, so you can close your ears off if need be.
But, see, no one except for Loki. D'you know about him? He's a terrible trickster. A con man. He...if Peeves were a student and also a Nordic god. And he was determined to kill Baldur, just to be contrary. He was that sort of git.
So he went searching the earth, trying to find a way to make mischief.
I'm sorry about Mr. Arachnid, Harry.
He might not have got squashed though. Some spiders...well, they're extraordinarily resilient. Survive pressure of slippers millions of times beyond their own body weight.
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He might've been Mrs Arachnid for all I know, I guess. It just... it was so important at the time. *sighs and ruffles his hair*
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I'm sorry you didn't have anyone to tell you stories, Harry. That you had to make up your own.
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It's sort of silly to get that wound up over a dead bug. It's all right. I mean... right. It's all right.
*looks a little sad*
It would've been nice to have someone to tell me stories. You could tell me a story now.
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*smiles slightly* I am excellent at stories. Would you like to hear one?
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*nods slowly, leaning into the touch a little*
I bet you tell brilliant stories. If you have one to tell me, I'd love to hear it.
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No, I don't mind an allegory. Any story would be nice. I don't think anyone's told me a story before.
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Once upon a time, when the ice was still cold and deep but summers were sunny, there was a god named Baldur. Second son of the All-Father, he was...well he was just good. Loved and sweet and caring and kind. Just that sort of person, you know? Bit like Neville. A Longbottom sort of god.
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A Longbottom sort of god? *teasing* You know... I might start to think you're thought-stepping out on Ron if I didn't know better.
Okay, so what did Baldur do?
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Well...he just went around being lovely. There's a plant named after him, because ita was this lovely, pure good white just like him.
But then one day, he had a dream about his own death. And it was the sort that wasn't just a dream, you know? His mum, the goddess Frigg, knew something was up an' that it was a prophecy.
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Ooooh... Luna likes two boys! Naughty girl.
*pokes her side playfully*
*gets quiet at the sound of a prophecy and furrows his brows*
So he had a dream of his death? You're not going to kill Neville off in this story, are you?
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He had a true dream about his death. And...I'm not the one writing the story, Harry, the story just is what it is. But it turns out okay.
So Frigg, you know, his mum, she went around and was determined to make sure his dream didn't come true. Baldur just kept on the way he was before, because he decided not to let it bother him.
So Frigg went 'round to all the animals and all the plants and all the rocks, and made each one promise not to hurt Baldur. And of course they all agreed, because who would want to hurt him?
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I think it would be all right. Neville's rather brilliant, you know. Very smart with plants, and terribly brave.
*rests his head back on her shoulder*
Okay, I'm trusting you to warn for character death, though. I don't want Neville to die!
*nods*
Right. No one would want to hurt Neville!
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*nods* I will warn you before character death, so you can close your ears off if need be.
But, see, no one except for Loki. D'you know about him? He's a terrible trickster. A con man. He...if Peeves were a student and also a Nordic god. And he was determined to kill Baldur, just to be contrary. He was that sort of git.
So he went searching the earth, trying to find a way to make mischief.
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I knew that poltergeist was trouble!
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