Literacy is truly outrageous! [Jem, the Master, and open to whomever]

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Jem was never happy without a cause. Weirdly enough, in the wizarding world there were no fashion moguls ready to throw charity galas on their yachts, or if there were, they hadn't been clamoring for an appearance by Jem as the headliner. Nor were there any mysterious millionaires itching to hold a contest for the best music video, with a mansion as first prize (perfect for housing a lot of orphans). Why didn't life at Hogwarts match up to Jerrica Benton's ordinary life? Pumpkin tarts and Alohomora! had their interesting points, but without some cause to champion, Jerrica/Jem had begun to slip into the proverbial doldrums.

Her house-elf backing band kept asking whether she wanted anything. A mopey Jem couldn't possibly be right. She needed to get back to her bubbly, effervescent self. Without Rio or her girls to cheer her up, what could she do?

The breakthrough came when one of the elves offered to bring her a book from the library. Suddenly, Jem remembered.

There are people in the world who don't know how to read!

Some of them might even be at Hogwarts?

Literacy was a favorite cause of Jem's. She'd already held a carnival in Philadelphia to promote adult reading, and [SPOILER ALERT FOR '80s CARTOON] even convinced one of the Misfits to give reading a try!

But how to champion literacy in a place without carnivals, Philadelphia, or the Misfits?

In the end, Jem wound up in the corridor outside the Great Hall, sitting at a table draped in all the colors of the eight Hogwarts Houses, with a big stack of See Spot Run-style primers, and a huge sparkling banner hung overhead:

Reading is Rad!

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[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

Well, the treats might actually have worked on grimy Luddite agitators, although the rides probably wouldn't. "Do you solve all of your troubles by just being aggressively smiley at them?"

[glamhologram.livejournal.com]

"I don't think of myself as aggressive." Jem purses her lips. "I'm proactive! Like any '80s girl, I have agency and power. I run my own business" that she inherited from her father "and I base my career in the power of self-expression" through cosmetics and clothes.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

The Master hadn't spent much time on Earth in the 80s. A shame, really, bits of it sounded quite entertaining. "Oh yes, you're the propaganda dealer, I hadn't forgotten. Think of any interesting new messages to send, or is it all 'oooh baby baby'?"

[glamhologram.livejournal.com]

"I am working on a new song," Jem admits. "About the power of imagination. It doesn't have a hook yet. 'Ooh baby baby' might fit!"

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"How stunningly imaginative," he observed dryly. "Have you discovered Autotune yet?"

[glamhologram.livejournal.com]

Jem looks blank. "Is that the new Devo side project?"

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Devo was bland and insipid," he sneered. "If you're going to be spreading vapid pop music I hope you can at least bring something clever to it."

[glamhologram.livejournal.com]

Devo, bland and insipid? Surely the Master must at least dig "Whip It"? Vapid pop music is pretty much Jem's stock in trade.

"The most important thing is for a song to come from the heart. Cleverness is just the icing on the cake."

A cake's still yummy without icing! Wait, is it even possible for Jem to eat and maintain that impossible figure?

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Please tell me you don't write your own lyrics." At this point, he was tempted to challenge her claims to literacy, as well. "I imagine rhyming is trickier when you have the vocabulary of a pre-teen."

[glamhologram.livejournal.com]

"My sister Kimber is our lyricist," Jem retorts. She's proud of Kimber! "She's ... not here, that's all."

Sadness.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Is she the one with the clever icing?"