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[dragonbadfaith]

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?

Comments

[Voice]

[summing_it_up]

I dunno, my parents named me! I didn't have control over that part.

I do admit I'm a little on the thin side, but still!

[Voice]

[dragonbadfaith]

You could always change it. Unless that's not a thing you can do where you're from.

What's your middle name? Cough, perhaps? Hiccup Coughing Sneeze. The third. It has a nice ring to it.

[Voice]

[summing_it_up]

...You know, we don't have to meet.

[This is said flatly, but he does continue after a moment.]

If you really have to know, it's Horrendous.

[Voice]

[dragonbadfaith]

Oh alright, mate, I'm only taking the mickey out of you, don't get your knickers in a twist. Look, it can't be any more horrendous than Hiccup is. Just tell me.

[Voice]

[summing_it_up]

No, my middle name – it really is Horrendous.

[Voice]

[dragonbadfaith]

...Ah.

Okay. Possibly I should have seen that coming. Right. Sorry, then. Where in Merlin's name are you from?

[Voice]

[summing_it_up]

Eh, it's fine.

I'm from an island called Berk. It's not a very big island, so I doubt anyone else has heard of it.

[Voice]

[dragonbadfaith]

Berk. No, I'm sorry, it doesn't sound at all familiar. But you have dragons, though, so I wonder if it has a Wizarding population.

[Or it's just another world altogether, but it's sometimes still weird to think that that's a possible thing.]

[Voice]

[summing_it_up]

No, no wizards or magic over near where we are. It's mostly Vikings. Berk's just, ah, isolated. Cold and isolated.

[Voice]

[dragonbadfaith]

You wouldn't know if there was, we tend to keep ourselves separate from the Muggle community. They don't even believe magic exists.

[...]

Wait, Vikings? Merlin, so you're from ages ago.

[Voice]

[summing_it_up]

Muggle? You mean, like, normal people?

I...guess? I'm not really sure how time lines work here.

[Voice]

[dragonbadfaith]

Normal implies there's something odd about my kind. I meant people who can't do magic. That's what we call them.

The timelines are a disaster, quite frankly. My mother is here, you see. Only she's seventeen, which is something I don't think I'll ever completely get used to.

[Voice]

[summing_it_up]

Makes sense. And I didn't mean it that way, but others might. When you don't get to see magic every day.

What– really? That has to be awkward.

[Voice]

[dragonbadfaith]

Others do, I'm aware. But then I find it normal when magic is used every day, therefore Muggles are odd to me. They're just so oblivious, I can't fathom it. But that's neither here nor there.

It really is and I'm trying really hard for it not to be, but -- she's my mother. But she doesn't know me. And I can't try to pretend she's someone else because she looks exactly like the woman who raised me for sixteen years. It's...frustrating.

[SIGH.]

[Voice]

[summing_it_up]

Makes more sense that way, at least.

Ooh. Um. [A few beats pass.] I dunno what else can be said about it, but. Hey. You're trying.