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[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

Simkin was bored. Very, very bored. This was probably not a good thing, especially since he'd spent the last few months as either a whomping willow, a teapot, or a broom. This meant that he'd exhausted one of his favourite things to do.

The others of course were harassing Joram (sadly, the Dark and Gloomy One was not here), and causing endless amounts of trouble; and Simkin was in the mood to cause trouble for any and all who crossed his path. Being the anthropomorphic personification of Magic had its uses sometimes, especially in a school of magic.

First, perhaps he'd go find the Hat. After all, there had been some talk about the Hats forming a quidditch team. Maybe there were more hats out there now, and they could.

"Perhaps, as the Comtessa de Violet used to say, this place could use some decorating. Or was that the Comtessa de Decoret, who said that this place could use some violating. Never can remember that." He said, in bored tones as he strolled down the hallways, looking for someone, or something to amuse him.

"Yes... violating..."

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[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Hallo," said Adam as he ran across the young... man? "I haven't met you before."

[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

"Egad!" came the exclamation, followed by an inaudible explosion. Suddenly, where there had been the young man, there was a teapot. And it was talking.

"I say sir, it's awfully loutish of you to sneak up on me like that. The name's Simkin, by the way. Are you sure we haven't met?"

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam laughed. "I wasn't sneakin', I was walkin' by. And I'm sure I'd remember someone who turned into a teapot. My name's Adam. It's nice to meet you, Simkin. I'm sorry if I startled you."

[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

The teapot vanished, and Simkin reappeared, as a human. He looked Adam up and down, and nodded to himself. "Well, at least you have manners, dear boy. And sometimes, manners can do miraculous things, as the dear Count de Morbhan said after training his gorilla to use cutlery. Or was it his wife that he trained?"

Simkin paused for a second, as if in thought. "Anyway, it's not that important. What brings you into these hallways?"

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Quite used to being called dear boy, Adam smiled. "Yeah, my mum and dad were real insistent that I learn good manners." He ignored the comments about wives and gorillas. Simkin was certainly an exuberant sort.

"I was headin' outside for a walk. How about you?"

[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

"Moi? Simkin? Just wandering around. I've spent the last two months as a broom. And you'd not believe how boring that gets. Honestly, you'd think all that flying around, and quidditch and the like would be interesting, but no. It's all go here, sweep this. Fly here, don't fall. Orders orders orders. And before that, I was a Whomping Willow. A little more entertaining, but still very "Hit this, smoosh that." And before that, I was the teapot. So I'm looking to see who's new around here. Or at least those who don't know my name. It's a curse, being liked by everyone in the school. Especially when everyone used to know my name. But of course, that was Thimhallen, not this land beyond the mists. I knew Merlin, you know? Back when he was Merlyn, pretentious old goat. Took a whole bunch of magi over to the other side, took most of the magic. Or was that the other timeline? I can never remember." He's not apparently stopping for breath.

Honestly, Simkin could go on all day, and probably will if you don't interrupt him, Adam.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"No, I can believe it. I can believe anythin'." Adam was very clear on that point. "Sometimes I try not to, 'cause then it tends to happen. But I'd think bein' a person would be more interestin' than bein' a broom or a whompin' willow or a teapot, though I like all those things. People can talk to other people, and find out all about them. There's nothin' more interestin' than that. I know of Merlin. Never met him pers'nal, though."

[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

((Argh. I have Feegle-voice in my head now. Make it stop.))

"Everyone knows OF Merlin. THink he's such a bigshot. Which is true. But, enough about me, and Mr. Bigshot. Tell me about yourself, dear boy. You've been awfully polite, and not just told me to shut up, which is what the Dark and Gloomy one always did. So I feel it's only fair if I let you have the spotlight for a time." He grinned at Adam "After all, we're all about fair here at Hogwarts. Tell me about this believing things, and then them happening. That sounds awfully like a constant wish spell gone wrong. As the Baroness Browning once accidently caused. Of course, she got her wish in the end. Her husband had a heartattack, caused by having his mistress turn into some sort of tentacled beast. Most disconcerting when you're... well... you know"

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

((*laughs* I wish I could.))

"Oh, I don't tell anyone to shut up. That's no fun." He ran a hand through his hair. "Me? Um, no, it's not a spell. It's just that reality kinda loves me and wants to be what I want it to be. Side effect of ownin' the world, I guess." Adam smiled depreciatingly. For some reason he couldn't get the mental image of a tentacled beast out of his head.

[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

((I gotta run. Will continue later on tonight (for me anyway). Adios))

"Believe me, dear boy, I know the feeling. But you just have to remember to have fun. If reality's going to follow you around like a pet, just remember to feed it, and make sure you take it for good, long walks." He grinned at Adam; the boy was obviously likable. He may die eventually, but honestly everyone seemed to. Might as well enjoy them while they're here, after all.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

((All right. I'll be around. :D))

"Oh, I have lots of fun. And you don't hafta worry 'bout it. I'm takin' real good care of things. No apocalypses yet." Adam liked Simkin. He looked at the world a different way.

"'Scuse me for askin', but are you immortal? I only ask 'cause most of my friends are."

[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

"Excellent, oh Bright and Cheerful One. I'm glad to hear that someone looks after the place. It'd get a tad boring if there was nothing whatsoever, which is what generally happens after apocalypses." He paused, and looked at Adam as if asking 'Are you serious?'

"Immortal? Dear boy, of course I am. Or at least my fashion sense is." Beat "Do you like my outfit? I call it Style and Sensibility." Notice he's avoided the question.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Well, there'd still be Heaven. Or Hell, dependin' on who won. That's the plan. But it might not be The Plan. It's a little complicated. But I'm keepin' things as they are for now. I did bring back the whales and raise Atlantis and make a nuclear reactor disappear and grow the rainforests back once, but I fixed all that and now I mostly let stuff stay the same."

Adam did notice that he avoided the question. But he didn't say anything. If he really wanted to know, he would. "I like your outfit very much. Better than an old t-shirt and scruffy trainers." He held up his foot to show his worn shoes and grinned.

[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

"There'd quite possibly also be me. If only because existence revolves around me, and so if anything exists, so do I." Simkin laughed at this, and then looked at Adam, like a wolf eyeing off an injured deer.

"We can fix that, dear boy. I've got a couple of ideas for you. There's Youth and Yardgrass, Or possibly Tar and Twilight. You might be able to get away with Sweat and Sex as well. Care to try?"

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"That's funny," Adam replied, "I thought that was God. We must come from dif'rent places then, I expect, 'cause existence can't revolve 'round two people."

He smiled and looked at his clothes. "I dunno what those are, but I'm tryin' to stay away from the third one. What's Youth and Yardgrass? That sounds more like me. My last name's Young and I like playin' outside. Well, I guess you can't call it playin' anymore when you're all grown up..."