“SPOOON!”
The cry was followed by a deafening crash as a gigantic man in blue plowed headfirst into the solid flagstones of the Sorting Room, hard enough to leave sizeable cracks.
Yes, the Tick, Guardian of The City, the Mighty Blue Avenger, has come to Hogwarts. And landed on his head.
Woozily he sat up, clapping a hand to his forehead. “Ugh,
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Thus it was that she vamped into the sorting room, whistling a song. She looked around for someone to admire her, spotted the Tick, and made her way over to him, taking a cursory glance at his application.
"You didn't offer a bribe," she commented. "But I'll vote you somewhere if you promise to protect me from evil. Particularly evil in the form of sugar doughnuts." She batted her eyes and attempted to look adorable, which, at least in her own opinion, was an easy feat.
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"Tell me citizen, are there many evil baked goods here? Bread bombs? Muffin mines? How long has The Breadmaster been plying his wickedly delicious trade?"
Sadly for Cathy, the Tick's idea of adorable stopped somewhere around puppies and kittens. The opposite sex was far to complicated for his rather one track mind to grasp.
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Tick began circling the room, looking for a way out. A nigh-invulnerable superhero can only crash into the walls a dozen or more times before he finally realized he can't get out the way he usually does.
"Say.. how do I get out of here anyway? I can't fight evil in here!"
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"You have to talk to the Hat," she said. "And he'll put you in a house with a name you probably can't pronounce. Then you can leave." It was a surprisingly helpful answer, coming from Cathy.
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"A hat? That talks? Is it another villain, attempting to keep me from my nightly patrols? You can't stop justice!"
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