Dawnstar stepped into the time portal the Legion had opened in Superman's Fortress of Solitude, leaving the 21st century behind. Light enveloped her, and she stepped out
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"Anyone can be a little bit clever or a little bit witty!" Ron offered. "You just have to meet someone who had the right sense of humor for you. And I think your name for the bar is right proper word play. Because it's The Reservation because you might need one to be seated there... or you might have reservations about eating there because of the health codes violations." The redhead thought for a bit more, before announcing, "Miles of possibilities!" although he could only think of two.
"Oh," Ron answered, feeling a bit awkward. "Sorry, then." He tried to think of something to make her feel better. "At least he's not popcorn!" Like Ron's girlfriend! But Primavera being popcorn was also a nice way to avoid a really awkward break-up, so it wasn't all bad.
Briefly it occurred to her the young man might be joking. It had happened before, especially when she was younger. But if so, he had an exceptional poker face; she was inclined to think him sincere.
Ron just shrugged. "I don't know, but it's been going on, on and off for the last few years. And sometimes the worst people ever come back from it, rather than the ones you might actually miss. That just is not fair, I think."
He pointed to his own forehead, to indicate her headgear. "I like your, um..." What WAS that?
"My headband? Thank you. It was a gift from my mother."
((I have no idea why, but D started out with a very wide headband and it's thinned down to practically invisible over the years. Some artists do still try to put a suggestion of a band under her hair.))
"My wings, of course." She ruffled her feathers in illustration. "I suppose my Legion flight ring would do well enough in a pinch, but I prefer flying the old-fashioned way."
"Hey, those aren't just decorations! Sorry about that. I was at a club in Munich where girls would just wear things like that while carrying bright sticks and drooling." Ron patted his chest proudly. "I am Hogwarts' flying instructor, so it's my job to know everything about flying. I know Muggles use giant machines to fly, not cars, though, and birds and you use wings. But what about your flight ring? Wouldn't that put too many bodyweight on one digit? Could lose a finger that way!"
Ron once had a rat that lost its fingers, and he had always felt sorry for it. Until it was revealed to be a wicked, creep of a traitor. Who was a grown man, and Ron let him sleep in his bed. Nasty.
"No, the ring is - I'm not exactly sure how the ring works, truth to tell, but it changes gravity around you when you will it to. It creates a force-field of some kind, I think. Brainiac 5 could probably tell you in exhaustive detail." Because he designed the rings, and because he does like to explain things.
That a man Ron's age was a professor did not surprise Dawnstar, who had worked in one way or another most of her life - it was young people who didn't work that always left her grasping for topics of conversation. "You mean shuttles and starships, of course, but what are Muggles?"
"See, my way is nice and simple. We use brooms, and they are charmed to fly. I don't know much about gravity, I think that's a Muggle thing. Are Muggles alright with you playing with their gravity like that?" Ron didn't understand Muggle science, which is probably a good thing. Because if he had, he would have been spinning in circles over comic-book physics.
Ron blinked at her to a long while. "No, I haven't heard of those ones! I'm talking about airplanes." Ron held out his arms to mime the flying gesture. "They're like huge trains, only the tracks are made by going really, really fast. They basically fling each other across the world. Isn't that mad? Oh, sorry!" Ron clapped a hand on his forehead. "Muggles are people who don't know magic. Well, who don't know magic, and never will. And whose parents don't know magic. And they're the people who fling themselves around the world in trackless trains."
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"Thank you. I have met someone whose sense of humor fits mine, but he is...a very long way away." Ten centuries away, to be precise.
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Briefly it occurred to her the young man might be joking. It had happened before, especially when she was younger. But if so, he had an exceptional poker face; she was inclined to think him sincere.
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He pointed to his own forehead, to indicate her headgear. "I like your, um..." What WAS that?
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((I have no idea why, but D started out with a very wide headband and it's thinned down to practically invisible over the years. Some artists do still try to put a suggestion of a band under her hair.))
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"It's real nice." But Ron had to ask, "Do you get bothered by moths a lot?"
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Ron once had a rat that lost its fingers, and he had always felt sorry for it. Until it was revealed to be a wicked, creep of a traitor. Who was a grown man, and Ron let him sleep in his bed. Nasty.
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That a man Ron's age was a professor did not surprise Dawnstar, who had worked in one way or another most of her life - it was young people who didn't work that always left her grasping for topics of conversation. "You mean shuttles and starships, of course, but what are Muggles?"
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Ron blinked at her to a long while. "No, I haven't heard of those ones! I'm talking about airplanes." Ron held out his arms to mime the flying gesture. "They're like huge trains, only the tracks are made by going really, really fast. They basically fling each other across the world. Isn't that mad? Oh, sorry!" Ron clapped a hand on his forehead. "Muggles are people who don't know magic. Well, who don't know magic, and never will. And whose parents don't know magic. And they're the people who fling themselves around the world in trackless trains."
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