Subject: Oh, lookit! An opportunity to write my prospective agents.
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Posted on: 2016-10-30 18:06:00 UTC

Wait, I don’t actually need that anymore. I got Permission now and can write them whenever I want to. Still, it’s a challenge, so here we go. (You may want to read this first.)



Increasing hunger is not a good distraction when one tries to find the cafeteria; it had delayed them further, making their hunger increase even more in an endless loop. Only when they had started to discuss recent developments in the Potterverse, they had suddenly found themselves in a large room full of tables and chairs, with a counter and some vending machines on one side. Hieronymus still wondered how he had not noticed passing a door, but a door was certainly there, since he had nearly been thrown out through it by a horde of angry agents when he had tried to jump the queue. After going through all this, Hieronymus was quite impatient when Androia, who had sneakily moved forward while half of the agents who had been in the queue were occupied elsewhere, finally put two dishes on the table. He grabbed the fork, but then he started.

"Are you sure that this is meatballs with mixed vegetables?"

"Yes, I am," said Androia, taking the seat next to him. "Why do you ask?"

"’cause it’s moving."

"Really? Mine only moves when I stir it." Androia stirred the food with her spoon to demonstrate the effect.

Hieronymus watched his dish suspiciously. "I hope this isn’t another meatloaf incident." He poked the vegetables with his fork. "What the F–"

"Watch your language! "

"–lying Featherduster is that?!"

A pair of triangular, furry ears peaked out between the broccoli, and a pair of wide, dark eyes lured form under the cabbage.

"Awww," cooed Androia and reached out to shift the vegetables aside and scratch the tiny head. "Who's a cute kitten? Who's a cute kitten? Are you a cute kitten? Yes you are! Yes you are!"

The kitten sneezed and shook off the carrots and cauliflower. Hieronymus glared at the mess on the table.

"Isn't it the cutest?" Androia asked her partner.

Hieronymus frowned at her. "Who are you, and what have you done with Androia?"

"Hey, I am trying to develop some personality traits. At home, I was never allowed to do that. It was all running and fighting and casting spells, and the occasional flower-picking to gain proficiency."

Oh, crap. That’s what happens if you don’t keep your Player Character on a short leash.

Androia picked up the kitten carefully, and started scratching behind its ears again. "Aren't you just the cutest? Yes you are! Yes you are! You're gonna come live with us now, okay?" The kitten purred. "I know! You'll love it. We'll give you food, and you can sleep in my bed, and – oh! You need a name."

"Look," said Hieronymus carefully, "we can’t keep it. Seeing how we always skip months of HQ time while we are on a mission, who should be in charge of its litter box?"

At another table, Apecian nudged his partner. "Did you hear that? This plagiarizing b–"

"Stop!" Michael interrupted. "Give her some slack, she’s still learning."

"But that plagiarizing beast took all my words to put them in the night elf’s mouth!"

"Oh, that you meant. So you think it’s a copycat, then?”


HG, never resisting an opportunity.

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