((OOC: To avoid godmodding issues, Drosselmeyer's canonical story spinner abilities (i.e., writing stories that come true) have been voided by the magic of Hogwarts. Of course, he can surely find other ways to mess with people's lives...))An old and eccentric man strode through the Sorting Room doors, a red cloak flowing from his hunched shoulders
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Never mind that Turlough's probably done it before too.
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Drosselmeyer scanned an appraising eye over Turlough. "Still, you might be interesting yet. What's your story?"
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"I like you."
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"There's nothing more insufferable than a boring character, adding nothing but insipidness to the plot." Drosselmeyer nodded in approval of getting rid of such a nuisance. "This 'Death Note' you mentioned--what is it?"
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"How would you like to hear a fairy tale? I've written an excellent one with a prince, a knight, and two princesses. And for the villain, a raven with a heart as black as his wings." Drosselmeyer smiled in what he felt was a charming and winning manner.
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He paused in case Wishbone might want to interrupt with some reaction or question, the way children were wont to do.
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How did he fit in the Sorting Room? Well ... the Sorting Room had a really high ceiling? And also, T-Rex was capable of going to the mall and driving a car and using a computer and stuff, all while being an ordinary (if awesome) tyrannosaurus. So, somehow he could do these things and it was okay.
"So, where do you get your ideas from?" He wasn't afraid to talk shop with a fellow storyteller.
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"I find real people to be very inspirational. I like to draw on their stories for my work."
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She came to stand in front of Herr Drosselmeyer in an elegant black dress, her exquisite necklace draped around her neck, the emeralds glinting in the light. The dress had an impromptu plunging neck line, that China felt perhaps drew too much attention to her assets, but the dress had been such an eye grabber -- the house elves did well.
She extended her pale hand, "Hello Mr. Drosselmeyer, it's a pleasure." China smiled, her black tresses framing her face, and emphasizing her pale blue eyes. She found him a lovely distraction from her own application.
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"I am delighted to meet you, my dear." He took her hand and kissed the back of it with a gentlemanly flourish. "I suppose you are another one of those poor souls taken away from your proper story and spirited here. I would love to know a bit more of your tale, Miss." His smile actually managed to look rather pleasant and charming instead of maniacal.
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"Ah, my story. It's a long one I'm afraid, Mr. Drosselmeyer, and quite frankly, a boring one that would sooner put you to sleep than thrill you." China smiled, narrowing her eyes appreciatively. Her eyes twinkled.
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"Ah, yes, I understand quite well." He clasped his hands together and rested his chin on them. "Young people like you haven't had as much time to lead exciting, troubled lives the way we old ones have. I've hardly any tales worth telling from the time I might have been your age." People's pasts had a way of coming out one way or another, so Drosselmeyer simply smiled and didn't press. For the moment, he'd rather put his potential princess at ease and look forward to discovering the details later.
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