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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Probably predictably, Fraser's face was a mask of confusion. "Her last... album?" Was she talking about It's a Royal Knockout (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It's_a_Royal_Knockout)? Or... A-ha! Light dawned. "Do you perhaps mean the band Queen, with Freddie Mercury, Brian May and Roger Taylor?"

What? Even Fraser could sing along to Bohemian Rhapsody. Who couldn't?

Now it was Steph's turn to look Confused as Hell. "Freddie Mercury? That was the guy with the mustache, right? From Wayne's World? With the head banging?" Maybe?

((Reposted, because I realized Fraser didn't mention Royal Knockout aloud! Steph =/= mind reader. Thank God XD ))

Who the hell was Wayne? And what was head banging? It sounded painful. He blinked. "Well... yes, I do believe he did have a moustache. And he was the lead singer of Queen, not, er, Wayne's World. But what Queen were you referring to, in that case? I don't believe the Queen I was referring to has been involved with the-- the entertainment sector since the mid-1980's."

((No kidding XD Fraser's had enough of mindreading for one lifetime, I think.))

"No, no. The movie, not the band. Was Wayne's World a band, too? Like, a cover band? I bet they sucked." She scratched her head. This...this was very confusing. And that was coming from a girl who once fought deadly, gibberish-speaking, cloned midgets.

"Yeah, that's the Queen I'm talking about, too." Steph initially thought Fraser was talking about good ol’ Elizabeth, but it’s not like that queen had ever ‘been involved with the entertainment sector’. Stephanie was surprised that Fraser would drink to a rapper, albeit a very talented rapper. But hey, if that's how things worked in Canada, she wasn't going to judge. "But I don't think it's fair to say her career stopped in the mid-80's. If anything, she's had one heck of a comeback. What with Chicago (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicago_%282002_film%29) and all. Got an oscar nomination, I think."

This was a web that was getting increasingly twisted and tangled, and so much of it was going completely over his head. If this had been about, say, East Asian history, or French grammar, or even Shakespeare, he would have been perfectly fine, but popular entertainment -- especially popular American entertainment -- was totally out of his depth. Especially with movies that had come out quite literally after his time. He couldn't possibly be held accountable for things that had come out in his eight years of nonexistance! That just wasn't fair!

The point was, he was hopelessly lost. "What?"

Or maybe he was talking about the Queen of England. Did she ever put out an album? Or maybe Canada had a Queen. But the only Canadian royalty Steph had ever heard of Celine Dion, in what she assumed was a sarcastic context. Was Fraser toasting Celine Dion? Why would he do that? Nothing made sense.

"My head hurts." She started gathering up her books. "I'm going to go have some Nachos, and maybe the world will make sense again. How about we pretend the last few minutes of conversation didn't happen?"

"I.." He shook his head and waved a hand, then brought it to his temples, wincing. "Please, yes. I think that would be for the best." Fraser wasn't even sure what had just happened, but he wasn't sure he wanted to bother picking it out.

As she started packing up, he transfigured his soda into some bark tea and took a sip. "Anyway," he told her, resuming his earlier cheer. "Good luck, Stephanie."

Steph laughed, and flung her pack over her shoulder. "Good talk, then. I'll see ya around, Fraser."

She then left before any party could confuse the other by commenting on pop culture, nutrition, odd foodstuffs, and/or Celine Dion.

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