hh_mirror | Open RP: Library Fort

Time moved... strangely, at Hogwarts, or at least it did for Constable Fraser. Things seemed to blur together a lot more here than they did in Chicago, or even out in the Yukon; which was how it got to be the middle of May before he realized that 1) he'd somehow missed the anniversary of his former partner's disappearance and 2) he'd missed said former partner's birthday for the first time ever.

These two facts were a little distressing, and had made him a little melancholy, but he decided to be pro-active about it. It had been just over two years since he'd last seen Ray the Former, but that hadn't stopped him from making presents for the last two birthdays, and it certainly wasn't going to stop him now!

The library, apparently, wasn't quite as safe a hiding place from the new Ray as he'd once thought, but it was safer than either their room or the Gryffindor Common Room, and he figured if he angled himself just so... A-hah. Positioning himself behind a veritable fort of books and old Quibblers, sitting just so he could see the library door, he set himself down and began to toy with what looked like string and beads and pieces of wood.

He wasn't exactly hidden; he was trying to avoid Ray for the moment, but he probably would have welcomed any other company.

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"Well... no, I don't think so. He doesn't have any brothers." Fraser had the feeling Strong Sad wasn't actually talking about Vecchio. He wasn't sure he wanted to intrude, though... Maybe that was a normal brother thing? He didn't have any brothers, and he'd only met his sister for the first time a year ago; he really had no idea how normal families worked, especially not normal hippo families.

Moment by moment, Strong Sad was losing him a bit more. He gave him a sort of a wooden look. "Of course," he echoed. "Do-- do you mean Martin Van Buren? The ex-President?"

"Oh, sure. Old Kinderhook. There are many busts of him if you know where to look," Strong Sad said easily as he added another bead and then worked another knot into his creation. "eBay is a veritable bust heaven. I once won a bust of the Geico gecko with a last-minute bid of seven dollars and twenty-six cents!"

Given that Fraser didn't know eBay or Geico, much less the gecko, much less the Cheat, he was very confused right now. "I, ah... I see." His brow creased, indicating that no, he really didn't at all. He decided it was worth asking a few questions. "This 'e-Bay' is an auction house, then, I take it? What, exactly, is a cheat?"

His hands had stilled, temporarily, on their interweaving; Strong Sad had his attention for the moment.

Strong Sad was quite used to no one understanding his blather - or, worse, throwing dodgeballs at him or simply abandoning him in the middle of it. In fact, it was a bit shocking that Fraser hadn't yet attempted to throw any beads at him or choke him with one of the strings.

"Oh, yes, eBay is an auction Web site. You can get almost anything on you want on there. Do you have an e-mail address? I can link you to this one seller's page. He's a veritable arts and crafts warehouse!" When you come from a place where the only store is Bubs' Concession Stand (http://www.hrwiki.org/index.php/Bubs%27_Concession_Stand), eBay was a must!

"And it's The Cheat, not a Cheat, and...well, I'm not really sure what he is or where he came from. But he's here at Hogwarts now." Strong Sad sighed heavily. At some point, he knew he was going to suffer hard because of that. "He's about knee high, yellow fur with black polka dots...kind of square shaped. My brother says he hatched from a giant egg containing a lifetime supply of fishsticks (http://www.hrwiki.org/index.php/flashback), but...well, I think it was actually French toast sticks."

If Strong Sad thought he was making any more sense now, he was sorely mistaken. Well, okay, the first part was relatively clear, if a little... well. "Uh, yes, I do have an e-mail address, but I wasn't aware that Hogwarts had an internet connection. There are no phone lines in the building, so far as I know." Which, when you came from 1999, was the end-all be-all of internet.

"And..." He hesitated. "Well, this isn't really arts and crafts, you see. The dreamcatcher is an ancient symbol of Inuit folklore." It felt a little odd to be getting defensive against a miniature hippo. He wasn't sure how he felt about this exchange. Maybe he'd fallen asleep and was having a vision quest? Although this definitely wasn't like any other he'd had.

"I... see," he murmured, not seeing at all. "And are giant eggs containing French toast sticks particularly common where you come from?"

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