A young lion cub scampered across down the hall. He didn't know where he was, but he wasn't too worried. This was an adventure. It was going to be really cool. And Nala was going to be so jealous
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Simba spun quickly to face the approaching human. He looked up at her warily, his tail flicking. Abruptly, he decided not to mind her, and plopped down on his haunches.
"Of course I do," he said as if it should be obvious. "At least, I think so. I've never seen one, so I don't know. We don't have them in the Pride Lands."
"They're little, least compared t'a lion like you, an' they're furry an' sweet, but they're also kinda helpless," she explained. "I've got one that's a pet, named Peter. Woul'ja promise not t'eat my rabbit, an' we'll call that your bribe?"
He cocked his head slightly and blinked up at her thoughtfully. Rabbits sounded like they would probably taste good. But it wasn't like he was starving -- he didn't see the problem with making an exception.
"Sure," he said with a smile. "I promise if I see him, I won't eat him."
Simba turned toward this newcomer, sputtering slightly in surprise.
"What? No. Ew, just faces? No. That'd be... weird." He shook his head and looked up at the male human. What a bizarre question. "Why do you ask that?" It seemed like all anybody cared about around here was his diet.
Was that a lion? Oh, and he was so cute! Lola was absolutely delighted. Aw, look at his little paws and his little fuzzy head and everything...
She sat down on the Sorting Hall floor (she was an angel; she didn't have to be cold) and held out her hand to Simba, smiling brightly. "Wow, you're a Gryffindor if I ever saw one. Where did you come from, then?"
Simba stared at her hand warily for a moment, and then edged closer, sniffing it. He glanced up at her. She didn't seem like a threat at all. And she smelled nice. He licked her hand gently and then sat back on his haunches.
"From the Pride Lands," he said proudly. "In Africa." His gaze flitted about the room for a moment, before returning to her. "Where's this?" he asked. "And who are you?"
Lola had never been licked by a lion before. It felt pretty much like being licked by a cat, except that Simba's tongue was warmer and sort of... wilder. She scratched him behind the ears and smiled.
"You've come a long way. This is Hogwarts, which is a magic school in Scotland. It's a bit further up north than Africa." Lola continued petting him calmly, her skin glowing very faintly with gentle, welcoming angelic vibes. "My name's Lola Sanchez, but you can call me Lollie if you like. All my friends do."
Simba looked up as yet another human approached him. This place was just crawling with them. At the question, he looked puzzled. How had he got here? "I... don't know exactly. I was just out prowling as usual, and then suddenly there was this big castle... So I came inside, and then I was here."
"Some people've said that happens, yeah. Suddenly they're here, instead of wherever they were before." The Nobody held out a hand. "I'm Demyx. Nice to meet you ...?"
The cub's tail and ears flicked upward as he instantly became alert. This thing looked like it would qualify as "furry and sweet and kind of helpless." He crouched slightly as he studied it.
"I don't know -- anything. What kinda stuff do you want?" He cocked his head. "Your name isn't Peter, is it?"
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"Of course I do," he said as if it should be obvious. "At least, I think so. I've never seen one, so I don't know. We don't have them in the Pride Lands."
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"Sure," he said with a smile. "I promise if I see him, I won't eat him."
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"Hello there, little guy. You don't happen to eat faces, do you?"
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"What? No. Ew, just faces? No. That'd be... weird." He shook his head and looked up at the male human. What a bizarre question. "Why do you ask that?" It seemed like all anybody cared about around here was his diet.
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She sat down on the Sorting Hall floor (she was an angel; she didn't have to be cold) and held out her hand to Simba, smiling brightly. "Wow, you're a Gryffindor if I ever saw one. Where did you come from, then?"
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"From the Pride Lands," he said proudly. "In Africa." His gaze flitted about the room for a moment, before returning to her. "Where's this?" he asked. "And who are you?"
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"You've come a long way. This is Hogwarts, which is a magic school in Scotland. It's a bit further up north than Africa." Lola continued petting him calmly, her skin glowing very faintly with gentle, welcoming angelic vibes. "My name's Lola Sanchez, but you can call me Lollie if you like. All my friends do."
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((OOC: Is it all right if Demyx recognizes Simba by reputation? As a real person from another world rather than as a fictional character.))
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Simba looked up as yet another human approached him. This place was just crawling with them. At the question, he looked puzzled. How had he got here? "I... don't know exactly. I was just out prowling as usual, and then suddenly there was this big castle... So I came inside, and then I was here."
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"I don't know -- anything. What kinda stuff do you want?" He cocked his head. "Your name isn't Peter, is it?"
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It didn't sound too helpless and sweet though, if it wanted to kill things. He looked at it warily.
"Um... Killing what?"
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