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Years, perhaps too many, had passed since Brendan had fled the Northmen at Kells, following Brother Aiden. The Book had been at last completed, and Aiden departed to the next world, leaving the Book, and the faithful cat Pangur Bahn, in Brendan's care.

He knew it was time to return to Kells, the abbey, and the forest beyond. Perhaps only to overgrown ruins, but...

Well, the Book had taught him many things, hope principal among them. He packed up his meager belongings, the Book, and Pangur, then set off inland, away from the far south coasts and towards the first and only true home he had known.

He must have gotten turned around, deep in the moorlands. Mist everywhere, and when he turned, suddenly...

A room? Where was this place? Brendan surely knew a little about the magic of this land; he'd experienced it firsthand in his youth, but this surely wasn't Aisling's work. She'd never come indoors on her own.

But, unlike with Crom Chruah, this place didn't feel threatening. Pangur Bahn, on the other hand, had a rather different idea, her white fur sticking out in all directions as she clung with all claws to his shoulder.

"Hush, Pangur, we're in no danger here," he soothed, hoping he wasn't making a liar of himself. He stepped cautiously into the room. The desk and quill, for all that it was standing up, was familiar enough. A quill pen he could handle.

( Even if the words were strange, the quill was comfortable in his hands. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______Brendan______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Brendan______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____Brendan______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______Brendan_______"