[Here's a voice not many people have heard much of, mostly because it's a little more high pitched than normal.]

So um, I have a question. Does anyone know how to stop a curse? Like, how to stop being a girl if you're supposed to be a boy?

[He pauses, remembering Selphie didn't recognize him before.]

Oh! It's Roxas, by the way.

Dear magic diary that the entire world can read, so no, I shan't be writing down my innermost thoughts, you great dirty wanker,

I'm bored. I've exhausted my supply of spellbooks and I think if I see the words 'Defense', 'Dark' or 'Arts' again in the near future, I shall blast them straight from the page. Or hex the person's mouth shut who dared to say them in my presence.

I believe it might be time to check with Miss Margie again to see if she has anything more advanced available. Or at the very least, perhaps I should see about setting up a potions lab onboard. I'm dreadfully behind in that subject, which is utter bollocks considering it's the best one. I don't know that I'd be able to keep a readily available stash of supplies here, though. And probably working with potions on a wooden ship isn't the brightest idea.

Alas.

It's unfortunate that being able to Apparate isn't entirely useful in this world. I'm going to ask my mother to teach me anyway. It'll save me having to take a long trip from my quarters to the galley, in any case.

Potter disappeared again awhile back, I don't believe I mentioned it. Though none of you care, and you're right not to, because he's a tit.

Sasuke is gone now, too. And Itachi. I've no one to confuse with my chocolate frogs anymore.

Is that bloke with the dragon still here? I don't think I ever actually spoke to him, but Sasuke drew a picture of the dragon once. Even though it looked like a bug. Dragons in my world are generally quite vicious, so if that one is still here and hasn't yet set fire to the ship it's sailing on, that's really very interesting.

I'd like to see him.

- Draco Malfoy

P.S. Did anyone kill that Corpse King nutter?

[Truth to be told, Ragna's sense of time is close to non-existent; so far, he's managed to miss his own birthday, his anniversary of coming to this world, and god knows how many other important dates in-between. Even so, there's a time of the year that burned itself into his mind hard enough for him to remember it. Either that it's some sort of self-preservation instinct kicking in.]

So, uh... Anyone know some kinda place where one could hole up for a week or two? Preferably something with no windows or doors. And reinforced walls. Ones that wouldn't let shit pass through... like... something ethereal, for example...

[ . . . ]

... Y'know, in case of emergencies.

[You're not fooling anyone, Rags.]

Ain't nothin' better'n calm seas an' a strong wind. Bring the sails 'round full so y' catch it all gets y' goin' real fast, an' that's pretty damn awesome on it's own. Tie up a sturdy length a rope an' a broke up barrel with somethin' rigged up on it t' keep yer feet from slippin' off when y' jump in the water aft an' yer gonna have yerselves a real good time. 'S called wake surfin'! Give it a try, lemme know how it goes, sheheheh!

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