The young woman who walked into the Sorting Room carried a bow and quiver of arrows on her back, but ignored those in favor of a knife with a large garnet set in the hilt. She looked to be about twenty, and very fit. Her curly brown hair was chopped close to her head where it wasn't pulled back into a tail, and her tanned skin was laced with pale
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"How does a dog cast spells without talking?" Maddie asks.
Hey, look, she qualified the question...the poor girl has accepted that dogs can cast spells... This place has gotten to her.
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Blind Seer nipped gently at Firekeeper's leg. "Dear heart..."
She sighed and scratched his ruff. "Be polite, I know. Would you like me to answer the rest?"
In the New World, where they had been born and raised, magic had been a horribly taboo thing, and it had been rather traumatizing for Blind Seer to realize that not only did he have a magical ability, but that it was spellcasting. He had since come to terms with it, but it remained a prickly subject. He huffed. "For now, be guarded, please."
Back to the woman, Firekeeper said, "He has learned some. It is enough."
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Maddie's foot is having a love affair with her mouth. Such a pity, it's not the best romance, but it's the most consistent romance in her life.
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She shot him a look, but followed his advice. "We know a lynx, a wolf, a jaguar who cast spells. Some others. Another jaguar who sees future. Talents are not only for humans."
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The pixie flew over to the application, gold dust scattering in his wake. He landed lightly on the paper and paced it's length, scanning it only briefly. The application never told him anything important, but he felt that someone should read it anyway.
"Hey," he said finally, coming to hover in front of the woman. "Welcome to Weirdsville."
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Firekeeper waved her hand in front of her instinctively at first, trying to ward off whatever buzzing thing was coming at her. Such encounters usually only ended in discomfort for her. But this thing spoke in the human tongue, and when she peered closer, it looked for all the world to be a tiny human, with wings. Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, glancing down at Blind Seer. His eyes were fixed on that spot as well, so she was probably not imagining the tiny winged human's appearance. That was both heartening and extremely disconcerting.
"Weirdsville?" she repeated, no trace of irony evident in her husky voice. "Thought was Hogwarts."
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He hovered near them both, but well enough out of reach, his hands on his hips. Jenks wasn't angry, he was used to such behavior from bigger folk and had become used to it a long time ago.
"Aaand that was a joke. It is Hogwarts, but it's probably gonna seem weird as hell to you."
The pixie turned his attention to Blind Seer, "Please tell me you chase cats."
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Blind Seer flattened his ears indignantly. "Tell him that I chase whatever I please, and catch most of it because unlike inept and cowering dogs, I am a magnificent hunger."
Firekeeper translated exactly, and could not keep the smirk out of her voice.
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Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain.
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's,
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein." The Hat was probably aware that Firekeeper was not a werewolf. However, it was unlikely that it cared.
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Blind Seer's hackles raised in surprise, and he let loose a startled whine. "What odd sorcery is this?
Firekeeper held stock-still, wary. She had encountered enchanted objects before, but they had not talked. "Is you possessed?" she finally said. "Spirit?"
It could make a certain amount of sense. The Meddler had been a spirit who possessed another--though that other had been a body with an injured brain whose former self had apparently fled, and not an object of clothing.
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((I'm so sorry for taking forever. I'll make sure I get the notifications this time!))
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Welcome to Gryffindor!
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