Apr. 29th, 2006

[identity profile] dib-worm.livejournal.com
(( Continuing from here. Closed this time, sorry!))

After receiving Nny's owl, and with Luna's still on his mind (and planning to talk to Adam about ALL of it later) Dib mounts his broom and kicks off into the afternoon. It's grey today, hazy and slightly cold, but the fresh air feels good and he breathes in deeply. He drifts up high, well above the castle.
[identity profile] zimthemighty.livejournal.com
((OOC: Long story short. RL got in the way, couldn't really think of something, finally got some free time and an idea. Let's rock))

At the gate of Hogwarts, time and space warped, jiggled, wrinkled up its nose at something distasteful, and then spat out Zim, a green, three foot tall alien in Hogwarts robes and wearing a wig and fake eyes to disguise himself as a human. He vaugely remembered applying to this place during the time his pak was on the fritz and leaving Gir behind to prepare the way. As he sorted through his memories, he came upon a plan, a wonderous, glorious plan.

He would learn what the humans called magic. This strange and powerful force that could do so much, and then he would use it to crush the Dib and deliver this planet to the Almighty Tallest. Of course, he would have to find where it was the Dib human seemed to have disappeared to first, but no matter.

"Six mooses, Dib," he said. "Six of them!!" He laughed out loud, ignoring the stares of any watchers. "Doom, Dib!" he crowed, "fresh, minty, DOOM! AH HA HA HA HA HA!"

Straightening his robes, he checked his time thingy, what the humans called a pocket watch and nodded to himself. The teleporter (no trains filled with the filthy, noisy, human spawn for him, oh no) had delivered him correctly to the proper coordinates and he grasped his trunk and began the hike up to the castle.

Two things had escaped Zim's notice, so intent was he on his mission. One was that he was there at the proper time, but it was morning and not night, and two, which to be fair, he didn't have a calender so he couldn't have known right off the bat, but he'd materialized in the middle of term.

"GIR!" He bellowed as he reached the main doors. "GIR! WHERE ARE YOU!"

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