The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen had been quite occupied of late with various diversions, but even he could not avoid the occasional journey through the frequently-shifting halls of Hogwarts, halls which invariably seemed to lead to the Sorting Room (especially on occasions when it held a new arrival). This was another of those occasions, it appeared, and on passing the familiar doors the Baron paused a moment, glancing inside, noting nothing but a seemingly misplaced book with the words 'Don't Panic' written on the cover in a font unquestionably designed to be reassuring. Although not given to cleaning items up- this was a job for house-elves- the Baron drifted in to take a closer look, his immense bulk floating a couple inches above the floor by means of a suspensor harness hidden beneath his opulent red robes. Was this some piece of strange Wizarding or Muggle propaganda, perhaps? The cover certainly appeared designed with a purpose in mind, which was somewhat interesting. It was a very reassuring font.
The application beside the book had nearly gone overlooked, given the Baron's belief that the Guide was merely an errant bit of literature. But the application appeared filled out, which warranted a second glance. The nature of the answers was curious indeed- almost as if the questions had triggered some delivery of information from the volume beside the application, and the magical quill had transcribed the 'answers' like usual. . . was this book actually some sort of thinking machine in the form of a book?
Speaking to inanimate objects was not something that the Baron was given to, and so he felt a bit silly speaking to a book. But nevertheless, he felt it would be amiss not to try, in light of the application. Thinking machines were interesting, as his own civilization had banned them on penalty of death. Thus, he inquired as a test, "You are the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? I've never heard of it."
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Date: 2012-04-05 01:20 am (UTC)The application beside the book had nearly gone overlooked, given the Baron's belief that the Guide was merely an errant bit of literature. But the application appeared filled out, which warranted a second glance. The nature of the answers was curious indeed- almost as if the questions had triggered some delivery of information from the volume beside the application, and the magical quill had transcribed the 'answers' like usual. . . was this book actually some sort of thinking machine in the form of a book?
Speaking to inanimate objects was not something that the Baron was given to, and so he felt a bit silly speaking to a book. But nevertheless, he felt it would be amiss not to try, in light of the application. Thinking machines were interesting, as his own civilization had banned them on penalty of death. Thus, he inquired as a test, "You are the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? I've never heard of it."