hh_mirror | Raistlin Majere ((unpopcorning, canon update))

((Bringing Raistlin back with a canon update to boot! And one of these days, his mun will learn how to format on the first damn try!))

A man in black robes staggered to his feet outside of the popcorn room, clearly disoriented. He snarled a word of magic, creating a thrumming wave of energy that surrounded him like a shield. Raistlin Majere, Master of the Tower of High Sorcery, had returned to Hogwarts. The mage looked down at his robes, jet black and normally of the softest fabric, trimmed in ornate silver runes now sodden with grease. He plucked at a sleeve with with an expression of disgust.

He was back. Raistlin tore his hood back and gave an inarticulate scream of rage. He had passed through Shoikan Grove unharmed and claimed the Tower of High Sorcery as his own, all of it’s secrets and magic were his. The spellbooks of Fistandantilius were his, he was learning the most powerful secrets of arcane magic. Yet the magic of this school had pulled him back against his will.

His spell components were ruined, but he could call on enough magic to burn the grease from his robes. Anyone passing by would see a cranky looking wizard standing in the hallway, smoking.

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The library. The bizzare narrations.

Memories were clicking back into place as he peered at Igor for a moment before giving him a thin smile. “Merely removing the grease. It seems that even with my new power I am not immune to the wiles of the Hat.”

((I should know better than to delete.))

"Oh, right." He still had the impulse to douse Raistlin in water. "Haven't seen you for a while, but then I've been busy."

((uncooperative LJ! :P))

Raistlin considered his surroundings, his eyes narrowing as he read the Popcorn plaque. Now he realized what happened. Not only had he been spirited away against his will, he had been popcorn?

"I don't know how much time has passed since I.." he waved at the glass case, not able to bring himself to say 'since I was popcorn'.

"Have you had much success with your work?"

"Not so much" Igor mumbled, looking glum. "I was close once, but the house-elves tidied it away."

"Away? You went travelling?"

He shrugged slender shoulders, "I must have. I returned home, time passed and I was again called here. I am stronger, my magic is more powerful but I am still unable to stop the Hat from treating me as some sort of pawn," he said with a scowl. "The grease is an.. unwelcome by product."

"I am sorry the elves did that. I wish I had learned something in my studies to help, but unless magic would help.." he offered.

Igor sniffed, smelling the oil. "The hat dunked you in...or..." he trailed off, realizing the question would be too rude.

"Magic- I don't know to be honest, I, I should be learning more of it." He leaned forward, confidentially. "From what I can tell, Hogwarts has a very limited security system. If we were attacked by laser-carrying atomatons I seriously doubt that even magic would stop them. Some kind of catapult or maybe a weapon for the squid- that's what I was working on." Realizing he was probably rambling, he cut himself short. "Maybe I should have a talk with the squid first," he finished, lamely.

Raistlin flicked a bit of ash from the sleeve of his robe, irritated. “I don’t know. I don’t know why I was covered in such grease or why it brought me back here against my will.”

His eyes gleamed at the thought of a good magical challenge. “A good fireball has been known to stop many things in their tracks. I have a dragon orb, used to speak to the minds of and summon dragons on Krynn. Perhaps we can make something similar to contact the squid if translation or telepathic charms fail?”

Igor's eyes widened. "Dragons? Those dinosaur-like things? Hey, that might work- cethalopods are supposed to be intelligent." He gave an earsplitting grin. "That's so...cool. And even if he won't talk to us, there must be some dragons around here."

Raistlin wouldn't know a cethalopod if it fell on him, but he nodded. "It is used for the dragons of Krynn, I'm not sure what effect it would have on the dragons here. I get the impression they are not.. the most sociable of creatures. But the magic may work for the squid, or a charm may alter the effects somehow."

"I don't see why not..." Igor was stoppe in his tracks, considering the squid. "How does it work?"

He gave Igor a somewhat odd look. "Magic. It was crafted by the wizards of the Order to control and speak directly to the minds of dragons."

Raistlin pulled a glass-looking marble from one of the many pouches at his waist. It began to grow in his hands, until it was the size of a large ball. The surface shimmered and outlines of dragons were just visible in the surface.

"It's magic" meant very little to Igor. He almost said yes, but how does it work? But one look at the swirling surface and the flying lizard creatures took his breath away. "They fly like that all the time? They just- stay up?" He looked up at Raistlin then back down at the orb, frowning. "I doubt the squid would be represented there, but maybe it would be easier to just have one of these monsters protect Hogwarts? There may be some around here, right?"

Raistlin closed his eyes for a moment, balancing the orb between his fingertips. "The orb senses dragons here. 2 are not far from the school. They are not like the dragons of Krynn, but perhaps we can enlist them. When dragons are properly motivated, they can be quite fearsome in battle."

Igor stared into the orb, scarcely daring to breathe lest he should upset Raistlin's concentration.
"How-how do you motivate them to guard a castle?" He asked at last. "Cattle prods?"

He shook his head, putting the orb back in its pouch. "It depends on the dragon. Some are good and would do it because it is "right". Most require different motivation. Should we go out and ask them?"

Still captivated by the swirling orb, Igor could only look up and nod his agreement. "How do we go out, then?"

Raistlin Majere ((unpopcorning, canon update))

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