Someone had made cookies, and Alexis collected several and put them on a plate to take with her to the rec room, enough to share while she checked out what kind of dubious reading material the bookshelf wanted to give her.
"Oh, hey Draco, what's...up." She'd started out cheery, with a smile, but tapered off when she got closer and saw just what he was looking at.
"Oh," she said, cringing just slightly and drawing the word out a little. "That's - yeah, that's gotta be weird."
"There are so many of them," he admitted distantly, a rare moment of honesty slipping free while he wasn't paying proper attention. He couldn't explain why this felt different than the movies or the books. With those, he could almost trick himself into believing he'd stumbled across bits of history books, memoirs and historical film footage. There was no mistaking this.
Clearing his throat and blinking away the haze, he pushed steadily to his feet, leaning over to gather the magazines so that he could put them away on the shelves where they belonged.
"Apparently the bloke with Potter's face did a stage production with his bits all flopping about. Now I know what to think about, if I ever really need a laugh."
"Yeah, it's...pretty popular where I come from," Alexis said, setting down the plate of cookies so she could help Draco pick up the magazines. She didn't think most people, herself included, ever really thought about what fictional characters would think about stuff like fans and magazines and all that if they just happened to be real somewhere.
"Equus," she replied almost automatically, then smiled a bit sheepishly. "It was pretty well known, since it was, you know, Dan Radcliffe. I remember when it was on Broadway."
"Spectacular," he muttered, shoving a stack of them onto the shelves, "You know, a working wand would be rather useful, at the moment. I could burn them all to cinder without risking all the precious souls inside."
"Evanesco would probably come in handy, too, but I guess it wouldn't be as dramatic," Alexis said conversationally as she returned her own collected stack of magazines to the bookshelf a little more carefully than Draco had done. "There, now they'll probably change to something else when the next person looks for a book. Want a cookie? I think they were just made today."
"Oh, hey Draco, what's...up." She'd started out cheery, with a smile, but tapered off when she got closer and saw just what he was looking at.
"Oh," she said, cringing just slightly and drawing the word out a little. "That's - yeah, that's gotta be weird."
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Clearing his throat and blinking away the haze, he pushed steadily to his feet, leaning over to gather the magazines so that he could put them away on the shelves where they belonged.
"Apparently the bloke with Potter's face did a stage production with his bits all flopping about. Now I know what to think about, if I ever really need a laugh."
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"Equus," she replied almost automatically, then smiled a bit sheepishly. "It was pretty well known, since it was, you know, Dan Radcliffe. I remember when it was on Broadway."
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