So said the sign the elves were putting up. That extra bit of Ravenclaw tardis-like space had really been useful. Zex admired the large tubs (with shallow ends for the shorter students and elves), the fluffy towells, the lockers, and the emergency supply of rubber duckies. The last bit puzzled him, but the elves seemed to think it was important
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"BY GEORGE!" he cried, looking in horrified fascination at Zex and his tentacles. "What are you?"
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"I'm a VUX!" Zex carolled proudly. "But- ah don't worry, I don't share the prejudiced views of most of my species. My name's Zex and I'm a prefect of Ravenclaw."
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He had gotten to Ravenclaw in record time, but stopped short upon taking in the very bizarre sight of Zex. After taking a moment to recover from the shock, he pointed an accusatory finger in Zex's direction. "No, no, no, no, NO! We do NOT celebrate diversity by using a costume to cover up our blackness, or our Hispanicness, or our Indianness or our femaleness...or our gayness!" He gestured at his chaps. "Sir...or madam...be PROUD of who you are! Strip down to your true race and ethnicity and nationality and homosexuality and jump naked into that hot tub!"
(Never mind that his own fiance was a tall, round-bellied purple monstrosity with a triangular antenna on its head.)
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Given that Michael had never actually been called the first three descriptions, he was genuinely tickled, and it showed.
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"I'm not wearing a costume, though." Zex gestured to himself with one tentacle. "I'm not human, I'm a Vux." It would be nice if the human would appreciate his Vux body as much as Amaranth did, but it was probably too much to hope for.
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