A Curious Place...

Discussion ((For Arlen Arkenstone))

2009-06-29T19:54:54Z

Aloysius draws the study doors closed and triggers the soundproofing spell he keeps ready, for those opportunities when Courtney seems likely to listen in. The room is large and filled with floor-to ceiling bookshelves that hold as many magical items as books, and plush couches and chairs. A tall fireplace dominates on end of the room, and his desk is close by this. Despite the comment about furniture, the old warlock gestures Arlen to find a seat, trusting him to use his own judgment. He retrieves his tea from a side table and moves toward the fireplace, scanning the room for any spying house goblins. “I’m sorry to pry into your personal… adaptations, but I’d like to know all I can about a man I’m entrusting my life to.” He would say into whose hands he’s putting his life, but that seems an awkward choice of words, under the circumstances.

a_crumrin @ 2009-06-24T23:48:00

2009-06-25T03:49:51Z

I suspect Courtney would not forgive me for even asking.

Always something.

2007-07-16T16:21:27Z

Things have been quiet in the Crumrin household, or comparatively so, for months. This leaves Aloysius with vague feelings of apprehension as it cannot possibly last, and he is aware of the recent arrival of fog in the Nexus due to the announcement at PRIME being brought home to him by his niece. He tangled with the gateway to Silent Hill once, and has no wish to do so again. Courtney has promised to be terribly careful, so all that he can do is wander his rooms and fret, pacing in between his usual research and writing. He was beginning to like things quiet, and the lack of a need for secrecy around his houseguests is a welcome relief.
His days are quiet, spent mostly in his study alone until Courtney comes home from school for the day. There is often a mangled little grey cat in a chair by the fire for company, and he is almost content, or tells himself that he is. there is a twinge in his chest when he paces that worries him, and now the fog. It's always something, and somewhere deep in his soul he is glad for the break in the monotony. Life since his grand-nephew brought his family has been anything but dull, and the adventurer in his soul welcomes that.

Loneliness

2007-04-04T17:53:00Z

There is, he thinks to himself, clearly some sort of curse at work here. Being a true Crumrin means that one is destined for a life of endless troubles and demands, while the alternative course of the bloodline is clearly to spend one's life in mundane idiocy that denies any but the most bas and commonly accepted conventions of belief.
He has been unwilling to admit it to Courtney, but he had vague hopes for her father once. There was a summer the boy was brought to visit, barely walking, and stumbled upon one of the house goblins. He ended up playing with the creature for a good half hour before being discovered and Aloysius wondered. Time ran away from Aloysius, as it is wont to do when one is sequestered in a sanctuary of books and isolated from the world. The next time he encountered Courtney's father he was a grown young man, who scoffed at the silly barely-remembered fantasy of toddlerhood. All that had remained was a sense of fondness for the place, and so he brought his daughter, when he had one, to visit on several occasions over the years. The chance to vacation without the cost of a hotel may have had something to do with these visits, but it was still more sociability than most of Aloysius' relations gave him. Perhaps if he had kept a closer contact, offered some tutelage, things would have turned out differently. No matter, Courtney was not handed her birthright, but fought for and sought it. For all that she had suffered she had more of her great uncle's respect than anyone else he knew.
He lived alone once, content with the company of house goblins and an extensive library. Now the house echoes with emptiness, aching for the loss of one girl.
Aloysius wanders the halls on a break from legal texts, venturing to the kitchen only to make tea or a sandwich. In the library he can at least pretend she is still here, somewhere else in the house lighting things with her reckless energy.

Leaving for Radley Hall

2007-01-11T02:49:09Z

Some time in the night, Aloysius thinks to put the radio on. Sleep will not come and the endless cups of tea are keeping him up regardless. Courtney's parents have spent days ensorcelled to not notice her absence, hardly for the first time. This is hardly conducive to changing a habit that was established years ago, and he's aware of it, but can hardly be bothered to care by now. When the evacuation warnings come on he notifies them, helps bundle them away in their own car and lets them think he is right behind in his. By midmorning he is alone in the house, listening to the radio, watching the cars just visible crowding up the main road, and waiting. One of many trips in his restless wandering of the house takes him past a mirror, and his reflection makes him pause.
The man that looks back at him seems very old indeed, disheveled, gaunt, and defeated. With the radio turned up to be audible from his rooms, Aloysius takes the time to shower and shave, and dresses neatly.
By the time he leaves the house that evening he is walking tall and straight, dressed in the usual fashion for his walks. Only a look at his eyes shows a man who fears he has already failed.

Tea and thoughts (For Lan)

2006-06-07T16:49:20Z

Feeling slightly overwhelmed by the responses, a dazed young Aloysius makes his way back to the house. He has a few hours still before anyone will be home, and Courtney is likely to be the first in the door anyhow. It seems unlikely she'll be bothered by a visit from Lan.
Tea is put on, and Aloysius sits at the kitchen table to record his thoughts on the responses in the Nexus in a small journal, and await his guest.

One last act...

2006-06-07T15:13:49Z

The white stag is free. School is nearly out for Courtney. The work for the magic to revert Aloysius is very nearly done, a two-part affair that will first restore his mind, then his body. They’ve even had Miss Crisp check over the work. It would be good to not be a prisoner in his own childhood home, shut up in his rooms until the house is empty for the day, but Aloysius is perhaps not so eager to return to who he is meant to be.
When the spell first went wrong and he found himself on the floor in too-large clothes, with a girl claiming to be his niece, he assumed he was merely displaced in time. The more he heard about who he was meant to be, the more he wished that were so. In his own current state of mind, Aloysius is a young man with a girl he fancies, some faith in the Coven, and a whole world of adventures before him. To be told his destiny is to become a bitter old hermit still living in the same house he grew up in is a distasteful vision of the future, to say the least. To be told that it is who he is and will be returned to being, with no hope of a chance to change his life and avoid this outcome, is almost unbearable. Even in his youth, he’s trying to face this with some stoicism and a stiff upper lip, but when he’s left alone in the house all day it gnaws at his mind. It’s unclear how much of his temporary change he’ll remember once he’s back to normal. The brief change in perspective and insight may not carry over when he’s old again, or he may dismiss them as naïveté. Alone, feeling trapped in the house he grew up in, Aloysius frets. He can do nothing about the future. The only power he has is over the present, and his own actions in it. He can only live in the now, because in a week or two the version of himself he knows may be gone forever.
Without even taking a coat, Aloysius opens a gate and steps into the Nexus.

Interlude among the dead

2006-04-14T14:13:53Z

*Aloysius is left disgruntled by the restriction of not being able to pick up Ms. Crisp with the car for their task in the cemetery. Having him drive about town in such an easily recognized vehicle when they are trying to keep his transformation a secret would be detrimental. If the Aloysius they knew before was old-fashioned, the younger one is worse, having never even experienced the customs of the modern age. He accepts being driven by her only reluctantly, and is silent the whole way over. It should be some small consolation that his expression is one of serious thought, not sulking. He wears an older coat, unfamiliar as Aloysius’ usual one, and insists on being the one to carry whatever supplies they might need.*

((There you have it. The mun shall have his morning tea, and perhaps replies will become more coherent than this post.))

((closed to Lan and Courtney))

2006-03-16T17:40:28Z

Once inside, Aloysius whispers a brief incantation to keep Courtney's parents away from the kitchen, and makes straight for it. He is trying very hard not to look as shaken as he is feeling, but tea is decidedly in order.

The young Master Crumrin...

2006-03-13T17:00:22Z

Following his isolation in the study, and the resulting disaster, Aloysius proves difficult to manage. Where before he had to be coaxed away from his books, he now takes every opportunity to be out of doors. Out of consideration for Courtney's fear of people they know seeing him, he restricts his activities to wandering the woods, but it's clear the boundary chafes on his mind. He does spend his time indoors in the library, poring over the books with Courtney in an attempt to sort out what might have gone wrong, but several times she has gone downstairs in the middle of the night only to find a note on her door that he has gone out.
Hiding the transformation from her parents is less than difficult, as he was never very sociable with them to begin with. Miss Crisp is another matter, as she is too sharp not to notice Courtney is preoccupied during the school day. Between his restrictions on movements both in and out of the house, and his unfamiliarly high level of energy, The experience is grating on Aloysius and Courtney both.

Being reclusive

2005-11-28T17:30:20Z

*Aloysius keeps mostly to his study these days, striving to keep out of trouble, waiting for his power to rebuild itself fully, and recovering from the activities of the past months. He does try to keep a close eye on Courtney, but barely speaks to anyone else.*

Long night...

2005-11-04T16:07:33Z

*Aloysius does not return until early afternoon, exhausted again and leaning slightly on the swordcane. There is a large scratch in his cheek, his hair is somewhat mussed, and he is in a general state of disshevelment. He makes for the house with grim weariness, unlocks the front door, and heads directly for his rooms, leaning on the stair railing as he goes.
Underlying the exhaustion however, is a strong sense of embarrassment and humiliation.
The effects of the curse, or whatever it was, seem to be quite gone.*

Dangerous thoughts.

2005-11-01T15:56:25Z

After returning home from his wild wanderings with Courtney, Aloysius paces his study restlessly. He is more awake than he has been in long ages, and thinking...
The night is growing late, but he cannot sleep. He cannot stop thinking... Recent events are, of course, still foremost in his mind. If He, Aloysius, had not handed Templeton over to the Twilight King, things would not have happened as they did. He could have simply taken the man's life then and there, but the Twilight King came, and his claim preceded that of the warlock. The Twilight King took Templeton with him, deep into his kingdom, changed and tortured him and- lost him. Lost him to seek out Courtney and Aloysius and play his little games of revenge and all the while, the Twilight King was nowhere to be found. Every chance Aloysius had to make inquiries, he was brushed off with the message that the Twilight King was out, and they could not say where. Had he left before or after Templeton got free? Was he looking for his escaped prisoner? Templton was his ward, for whatever that was worth, and he got free, and the damage cannot be undone. Courtney will never forget what happened, and she does not feel safe now, and she is not... who she was. One step further has been taken to ruining her childhood, to hardening her against the world. Calpurnia suffered greatly, and is still recovering. Aloysius himself has been slow to recover from the battles.
These things should not have happened.
There must be answers, and Aloysius Crumrin will have them.

He goes out again, still forgetting his hat, but carrying the sword cane this time.

He will have answers.

Recovering.

2005-10-18T15:27:51Z

*It has been a trying few months. Between the damage from Templeton and the strain of holding the wards while Hermes was dying, Aloysius' recovery is slower than he'd like. He is not a patient man, and exhaustion seems to be his constant companion these days. Still, he is recovering; the days of sleeping some twenty hours have passed, and he spends most of the day in his study reading now. His power is returning more quickly than his physical strength, and he can manage his usual magic easily now. Only time and patience will relieve the deeper weariness, but the slowness of this irritates him immensely.*

((Just haven't posted in a while.))

a_crumrin @ 2005-10-08T11:38:00

2005-10-08T15:50:27Z

((Something seems to have gone horribly awry with our phone service, my characters may be unavailable until this is fixed. Many apologies.
[Posted to all character journals]))

And After...

2005-10-05T14:39:58Z

*He does not properly remember getting home, or into bed, and when he finally wakes some eleven hours or so later, it is with a start. Courtney! Calpurnia! Templeton... The memory comes back to him in a rush, even as he struggles to get out of bed, and he sits on the edge of it again wearily. This is a good thing, because he does not feel entirely steady on his legs.
Aloysius waits for his heart to stop pounding, then gets up with more dignity, and goes through the usual morning routine heedless of the hour. He showers, slowly, leaning on the wall, and shaves, and dresses. The first order is to check on Courtney, then eat something, then call Stockbrook and sort this out, then visit Calpurnia... He tries to ignore the knowledge that he is unlikely to complete this list before he is forced to lie down and rest again.*

Entirely Courtney's fault.

2005-09-28T17:14:42Z

Hrm.

Gust
~ 37% Water ~ 77% Wind ~ 55% Earth ~ 59% Fire ~

I want to live where the sky is big

Simple and free...

Let’s see... your personality reminds me of the...

...cool Sapphire, the non-red corundum, or its little brother, the Blue Topaz. Your colours are azure, indigo, and a bright yellow or gold.

Interpretation:

Out of the seven chakras, the Throat Chakra, which is associated with the element of wind and represents our desire to learn and communicate, seems to be predominant in you. Though this means you are probably the smartest one among your friends, it may result in feeling stressed or nervous or becoming too much of a perfectionist.

You can balance it by wearing a Rose Quartz</b>; its soothing attributes help unwind, enable you to "love thyself", and accept limitations.

A Tarot references concerning your predominant element:

If you are a young lass or lad and still unmarried your card is the Page of Swords. Young women, especially married ones, identify with the Queen of Swords, also known as the Queen of Spades. If you are a young, unmarried man, you are the Knight of Swords, and married or “mature” males are identified with the King of Sword, commonly known as the King of Spades. Ladies and gentlemen, here is your intelligent man you’ve been looking for.

These are the results you will get if you score highly on...

None of the four elements: Balance Wind: Gust Fire: Blaze Water: River Earth: Valley Wind & Fire: Thunder Wind & Water: Clouds Wind & Earth: Canyon Fire & Earth: Lava Fire & Water: Tornado Water & Earth: Trees Wind, Fire & Earth: Storm Wind, Fire & Water: Stars Wind, Water & Earth: Forest Fire, Water & Earth: Avalanche All four elements: Harmony

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 0% on water

You scored higher than 60% on wind

You scored higher than 20% on earth

You scored higher than 35% on fire

Link: The Elemental Balance Test written by Nitsuki on Ok Cupid

Because tea is nearly always in order...

2005-09-26T19:18:10Z

*Aloysius leads Courtney and Snape back into the house, privately amused by the tableau in the yard now that he knows there was no real harm done. He sets out three cups and fills the kettle.* "Courtney, my dear, there should still be cookies from the other night..."

Hrm.

2005-09-14T03:30:02Z

You may ask me six questions:
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.

I am doing this only because I asked Courtney hers...
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I promise to answer them if I feel like it.
((And feel free to ask OOC ones as well.))
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((Continued from Courtney's journal))

2005-09-07T15:42:53Z

*Aloysius stands in the kitchen, holding Courtney against him gently, unsure what to say in the wake of Snape's leaving. After a long moment, he clears his throat and asks wearily,* "Forgive me for hurrying off like that?"

a_crumrin @ 2005-09-01T21:30:00

2005-09-02T02:21:14Z

Calpurnia's been attacked. I'm going to the hospital to meet her.

Courtney, stay right where you are.

Mornings after...

2005-08-30T15:12:33Z

Following this...
*Aloysius wakes on the couch in his study, head muzzy, but feeling all the better for the first solid night's sleep he's had in weeks. He does wonder how he got to the couch, trying to recall when he actually fell asleep. Slowly it comes back to him that he never did lay down on the couch, but dozed off reading, as he so frequently does. He yawns and stretches, lazily pushing the blanket off, remembering Courtney was still in the room. He folds the blanket absently, realizing Courtney must have moved him to the couch after he fell asleep, and wondering how she managed to do it without waking him. He stands and stretches again, back popping, and wonders at how deeply he must have been asleep for her to not wake him, unusually deepy. He moves to the desk to fetch his cup for some morning tea- and pauses.
He frowns, brow furrowing, fuzzy brain beginning to waken fully and put the pieces together. Slowly, gradually, he begins to smile, then chuckle.
He will not tell her he knows. Oh no... let her think she has gotten away with the clever little trick. But tonight, he will make them both some tea...*

Visit from Woodrue

2005-08-29T17:20:14Z

Mid-afternoon a black car pulls up in front of the Crumrin house. Courtney darts in to fetch her uncle as she sees Woodrue get out.
Aloysius has slept some the night before, feeling reasonably reassured knowing his wards attack even the most basic item sent by magics that are not his own or Courtney’s. Still he is tired, pushing his way through as much research as possible. He shuffles to the door in slippers and housecoat to meet Woodrue at the door.
Courtney lurks behind him in the hall, watching.
Woodrue’s eyes flick to her as he takes off his hat, and he gives them both a tight, weary smile. “Morning. Or… afternoon, I suppose. I’ve had a long drive.”
Aloysius nods wearily, letting him in. “It’s been a long month. Tea?”
“Mm, just water, thanks. Miss Crumrin.” He nods.
“Hi.” She says tersely.
Aloysius shrugs, leading the way to the kitchen. “Suit yourself. It’s just the three of us here, you can speak freely.”
He looks relieved. “Your nephew and his wife are out of town, I take it?”
Courtney follows silently.
He nods absently, fetching a glass of water and gesturing for the other man to have a seat at the kitchen table. “Anything for you, Courtney?”
“I’ll take tea, if you’re having some.” She sits at the table with a proprietary air.
Woodrue looks nonplussed.
He gives Woodrue his glass of water, and sets about making tea. “Did you find out anything else?”
He sighs. “It’s difficult to be sure. There are pages and pages of files that will need to be translated. He studied languages, you know.”
Leaning against the counter, Aloysius folds his arms across his chest and sighs. “You know I never paid him much attention, and there’s no point in pretending that I did. Obviously there’s a few things about him that you didn’t catch on to either.”
His jaw tightens. “Please, this is difficult enough for me as it is.”
He frowns, nods, and looks mildly apologetic. “Sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m a little tired too. He’s been here. He’s been in Courtney’s head.”
“In… what??” He looks to Courtney, who seems to have found a fascinating spot on the tabletop.
“He has since been ejected by force.” Aloysius rubs his temples.
“What… did he want with her?” Woodrue frowns.
“To hurt her. To hurt me…” He watches Woodrue a moment.
“That’s all?” He looks as if he isn’t sure what to believe.
“He thinks Uncle A wants to take over the Coven.” Courtney says.
“And he’s out to stop me, which is ridiculous because I’d rather have as little to do with the coven as possible.”
Woodrue smirks faintly, then sobers. “I see.”
“He thinks Ms. Crisp is in on it, too,” Courtney puts in.
Aloysius raises an eyebrow, then turns to catch the teakettle. “I imagine that puts her in considerable danger, too.”
“What sort of danger? What exactly did he do?” He asks slowly, as if uncertain he wants an answer.
“To me? He didn’t get the chance. He… hurt Courtney. Physically as well as psychologically.” His jaw and hands clench, eyes flashing in anger.
“Aloysius, calm down…” He raises a hand, and both eyebrows.
“I got abducted, beaten, and briefly possessed. You want the details, I’ll write you a report, but lets not chat about it, okay?” Courtney says, seeming oddly protective of her uncle.
Aloysius takes a very slow, deep breath, pouring out two cups for tea. His anger crackles faintly in the kitchen, palpable to their magical senses.
Woodrue says nothing, looking wary.
Courtney goes over to her uncle, stroking his arm gently.
He calms himself forcibly, and gives her a fiercely protective smile. “Sorry. How… quickly can we get a translator for his files?”
She smiles back slightly and takes her teacup, returning to her seat with it.
Woodrue’s eyes narrow for a moment. “I’ve already written New York. There’s a scholar there… an old teacher of Templeton’s.”
“It would probably be good to pull in multiple translators on this if we can. Get through the files faster that way.”
“Mm. On the other hand, until we know what’s in those files, I’d prefer to limit the people exposed to them.”
Aloysius gives a frustrated growl, taking a seat with his own cup. “That’s a good point, but… we haven’t got forever. We have no way of knowing when he’ll be back…”
“What drove him off in the first place?” Woodrue drains his cup, frowning.
“As I said, he was ejected from Courtney’s mind by force. A friend of hers did… considerable damage to him, but he escaped.”
“Anyone I should know?”
“How about I just tell him you’re interested in meeting him and we’ll let him decided if he’s up for it? He’s… from out of town.”
Aloysius smirks and nods. “Courtney has made some… very useful friends.”
Woodrue winces. “Ah. That sort of friend. We’ll save that for later, perhaps.” He looks annoyed.
Courtney half-smiles.
“Any other news?” Aloysius sips his tea, leaning back wearily.
“I’ve only just gotten back in town. Do you have any theories?”
“The Twilight King… changed him, possibly he wanted to keep him alive as long as possible to make… his punishment last…” He speaks carefully, avoiding the theory of Templeton as a weapon against the coven for fear that could bring on war between them.
“Changed him…? He looks pained.
“He’s not really alive or dead,” Courtney says. “Sir… I think about the only piece of humanity he still has left is… is that he cares about you. You might be able to reach him, if no one else can.”
“Hmmm It might be worth a try. I know it would be painful for you.” There is, remarkably, compassion in his eyes this time as he looks at Woodrue.
His expression is blank as he looks from one to the other of them. After a moment, he says in a strained voice, “I’ll… consider it. Perhaps I should… be going…”
Aloysius looks down, slightly apologetic. “There are a lot of people at stake here. Please consider it Woodrue.” He stands slowly. “I will show you out if you like.”
“Yes… I… need some time.” He smiles weakly and stands.
He sighs, but leads him to the door with an apologetic expression still. “I’m sorry, I did not say it to upset you intentionally.”
“No, of course not.” He nods. “I’m over-tired, as well.”
“This is a strain on us all.” He smiles weakly and pats Woodrue on the shoulder. The gesture is awkward, but well-meaning.
He nods politely, looking slightly confused. “I’ll be in touch. Thank you, Aloysius.”
“Feel free to contact me at any time, day or night, if you come across any new information.”
He nods, “I shall.” He pats Aloysius on the arm briefly, evidently somewhat recovered. “And do tell Miss Crumrin I hope for her full recovery.”
He sighs, relieved by the return to relative normalcy. “Thanks. I will let her know.”
He nods and exits, making his way back to the car.
Aloysius watches him go thoughtfully, then shuffles back to the kitchen and sits down with another sigh. “That could have been worse.”
“Is he okay?” Courtney peers up over her teacup warily.
“As much as can be expected. It’s messy business.”
“I’ve never liked him much,” She sighs. “But it’s gotta suck.”
“My sentiments exactly. I guess it isn’t easy to hear about his son running around doing awful things.”
“I wonder… what went wrong.”
“I don’t keep track of Coven family’s lives well enough to tell you. I do know that as head of the Council, Woodrue is not the most attentive father. He made sure Templeton had a good job in the Coven, but that may have been as much to ease his conscience as anything else.”
“Templeton seemed to think he was the be-all and end-all of fatherhood. But I guess he didn’t have anything to compare it to.”
“No… and you know it can be dangerous, powerful budding magic-users left to their own devices with little or no guidance…” He eyes her over the rim of his cup.
“Are you tryin’ to hint at something” She jokes, smiling.
“Mmm. Count your blessings?”
She bites her lip, studying his expression. “I’m not like him.”
“No. Nor am I. Be glad for that.”
She looks away and fidgets a little, thoughtful.
“Hmm. I should have considered Woodrue’s position more fully.”
“How d’you mean?” She looks back cautiously.
“Well that could have been approached more delicately. I’m just no good at that kind of thing.”
“He’s a big boy. He’ll get over it.”
He smirks slightly. “I’m not that worried about him.”
She gets up to put her empty cup in the sink. “Uncle A? Do you think I could ever be like that? Really?”
“Like Templeton? No. But you could be very angry, and very dangerous in your own right.”
“…is that necessarily bad?” She gives him a worried look, almost childlike.
“Yes and no.” He gets up stiffly, to put his own cup away. “I am not a pure soul myself, so I’ll withhold judgment.”
“Heh. You think I ever was?” She asks softly.
He raises an eyebrow. “Ever? Well I’m assuming you didn’t cause mayhem at birth, but I didn’t really know you until you moved out here.”
“I dunno. I just wish sometimes I was a little different. Easier to- nevermind.”
He musses her hair. “I like you the way you are.”
“I know. I don’t think I could be any different anyway.” She leans against him.
He nods, hugging her to him with one arm in an absent gesture of affection.
She sighs and relaxes into the hug, feeling comforted.
“Do you have another lesson again tonight?” He leans against her very slightly.
She grins. “No, don’t think so. Why?”
“Just checking to see how quickly I need to move a bench out there. I don’t feel like a repeat of last night.” He cracks a grin.
She blushes, but laughs. “That was awesome. I thought he was gonna bite my head off.”
“I wouldn’t have let him. It was worth a try.”
“What’d you think of it all?” She grins, her melancholy forgotten.
“Interesting to see two magics so foreign to each other interact. Apart from falling over, I enjoyed it.”
“I’m surprised he only hit me with ‘legilimens’ once,” She muses. “He must’ve had something else to do.”
“Maybe he was intimidated by you.” He grins.
“Shyeah, right. If you knew what he does for a living you wouldn’t say that,” She laughs.
“Are you going to enlighten me?”
“You know the Harry Potter series? Books and movies?”
He blinks and nods slowly. “By reputation only…”
“He’s one of the teachers, and also spies on the major villain of that world, Voldemort.”
He blinks and nods even more slowly. “…From the book?”
“Yeah. Um, there was kind of… a mix-up in the last book where the good side thinks he’s turned bad. He hasn’t, though. Not this version.”
“…I see. So he… teaches for a living?”
“I meant the spying, but teaching a classful of bratty little wizards has to be obnoxious, too.” She stifles a giggle.
“Should I be reading these books?”
“Uh… your call. He doesn’t come off as very nice in them, though, just to warn you.”
“Ah. Well I’ll put it on my to-do list.” He shakes his head, leading the way back up to the study.

OOC

2005-08-27T23:54:59Z

((It is alarming to me how accurate some of these are.))

A_crumrin in Overturning Ideals

a_crumrin (Laurence Fishburne) has just one thing wrong in his life. With that familiar conspiracy theory ring, his one chance at the big-time is faring only as could be expected, and courtneycrumrin, his confidant (Queen Latifah), is framed for a crime that she probably didn't commit. butterworm (Nathan Lane) negotiates lunch. The weather has never sounded so interesting.

Produced by ianiceboy

Self-perpetuating indeed...

2005-08-22T17:36:50Z

Hrmph. Courtney made me.

1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
--Hypothetically, that is. o_O;
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
--If I can think of anything.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.
--Only if you want to. I never force memes to perpetuate. They do well enough on their own.