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My birthday actually passed while I've been around on The Board, I just never told anyone. Look, I'm not going to judge that you're now grown up, unlike fairies and ghosts. It's a transition, you don't suddenly grow into a suit and start typing away in an office. There's my two cents.

Quite literally nothing is different. Well, apart from the fact that you can now be prosecuted as an adult, so I hope you got all the fun stuff out of the way already.

Have a towel, because I've already started the Douglas Adams reference, and it'd just look silly if I didn't finish it now. Also, your birthday may be somehow related, I don't know.

Woohoo I love poke-shipping! And shipping in general I just like reading relationships and seeing there developement.

Lookin forward to the next chapter, hope the geth gets to joyn in on the funz ;)

A/N Thanks to MidnightMariposa097 for their loves! I rote pt 3 for all yallses!

"Fiineee," wined Luxury "I guess sticking around won't hurt to much"

"Good" said Dr. McNinja

At this point Gandalf said "The hell are you doing man there's only 9 of us. Begone!" and he threw fireworks at him but Dr. Mcninja did a double backflip to dodge and threw shruikens at Gandalf.

"Noooooooo" yelled Legolas but at that time Harry Potter showd up. "Protego tibi" and the shruiken bounced off the shield spell.

Everyone was in awe. "I am the most powerful wizard in the world" Harry said brandishing the Eldar wand "And by the way I'm comming to. Let's leave Gandlaf behind all he does is abandon people partway through the story for no reason"

Gandalf shrugged. "I can't argue with that logic. Good luck." And the new 13-member Fellowship set off. Gimli had no comment whatsoever because more powerful people would offset the unluckfulnessity of the number 13.

I love dis storie and look forward to more! Zeb mustlose all innocence and your the one to make it happin!

((GMA here, I decided to become something worse than my previous incarnation.))

Or buy another one. =]

You put it all together and give us John Uskglass, Master of Hogwarts, and I'll do my best to finish my post-JS&MN 'seriously, Arabella would never stand for that' story.

I mean, first I'll have to read the large section that already exists, figure out what was going on in it and what all the references are ('pall-rats'? Was... was I going somewhere with that?), and then try and make sense of my notes for the ending... they start, ominously enough, with: Place the moon &c...

Anyway: trade ya?

hS

My suggestion is to just roll with it and laugh at our badfic author alter-egos.

That... is pretty cool. ^_^ I kind of expected a cat, but y'know, I was into horses as a kid, and it makes sense for something born of my happiest memories, which would tend to be out-of-doors, feeling free and on top of the world. {= )

I do wonder how I can tell it's a dun stallion, though. Maybe it's brown, or bay, or dappled. A Patronus silver no matter what. O.o

~Neshomeh

And who are these Xeleppeon and Bluescreen people? Are they your OCs? Sorry if I asked an obvious question; I'm kinda sleep-deprived. *yawns*

Seriously, though, I hope Cornelius gets that vacation. (And that my character can cone, too :P)

It's only mentioned in passing, but all magic used by humans in JS&MN is basically communing with spirits using treaties, favours, and half-forgotten alliances put into place by the Raven King. If Scotland has any magic at all, this is how it happens - so the trees and the rain in the Forbidden Forest are as much subjects of the King as their Saxon counterparts.

I think I just played myself. =]

Also, there's no proof that Uskglass is Norman, and personally I favour the idea that he was the son of a Norse colonist in the north of England whisked away to Fairyland at a young age. It's heavily implied that his majesty uses fairy magic, and as for why Norse? "I reached out my hand; thought and memory flew out of my enemies' heads like a flock of starlings." Thought and Memory are English translations of the names of Odin's ravens, Huginn and Muninn.

A great man once said that "There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish once in a while." With that in mind, here's a box of Lucky Charms cereal bars!

Have a shovel that digs up knowledge of how to survive!

(don't ask why I haven't used it myself in the last four years)

An/ tahnks MidnightMariposa097 && Amomynous for ur revuews!

"We're going to have go to back in time to before the badfic got the Avatar pregnant and make her pregnant ourselves!

Jaycacia blinked. "What?"

The Avatar blinked. "What?"

"It's the only way!" stated Zeb. "We can't make the baby go away or else we could destroy the entire time continuum!"

"He's right you know," said the Avatar, putting away her guns. "That's what would happen if you took my baby."

"Thanks, partner." Zeb smiled at her. "But if we go back and make her have a different baby in her instead, then everything will be fine! And also Acacia will never be born, so you won't have to have a bad mother."

"Wow," said Jaycacia, "that makes a lot of sense. But how are we going to go back in time?"

"Oh that's easy," said the Avatar. "I have a Tardies which we can use."

"But you can't come!" said Zeb. "If you see your past self that would destroy the time continuum!"

"But no it won't," said the Avatar. "Because that was before I regenerated so I looked different (a/n here babie wos okae wehn she regnertated so dot' worrt!)."

"Oh okay then," said Zeb. "Let's go!"

So Jaycacia and Zeb and the Avatar went to the Avatar's Tardies and got into it. "Engage!" shouted the Avatar, and the Tardies read her mind and transported them back to when the Avatar got pregnant with the badfic. Then they stepped out and looked around for her.

"Oh no!" shouted Jaycacia, pointing at where the Avatar (a/n teh old on mot the nev one!) was getting into bed with the badfic. "We're too late!"

~

Acacia leant on the windowsill, gazing out at the city. "You know, there's a poet around somewhere who insists on comparing Rome to a woman - beautiful, wise, faithful, all that."

Jay looked up from the roasted dormouse she had been dubiously prodding. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Acacia looked down at the page in her hand. "Sometimes I wonder if he's ever met a real woman."

"Hey, now, that's not fair." Jay surreptitously wiped her greasy finger on her sleeve. "There's lots of- some- there's got to be at least one woman who's really like that."

"I'm reading Jaycacia Thornbyrd stories." Acacia carefully tore off a corner of the paper and began to fold it in half repeatedly. "It's not exactly conducive to faith in humanity..."

You are now a responsible, well-adjusted, and productive member of society. Congratulations!

If, for some reason, you are not a responsible, well-adjusted, and productive member of society, please report to your nearest Adulthood Education Center for remedial training.

(One of us! One of us! One of us!)

Okay...

GRAB THE CHAIR, BOYS! WE'VE GOT ANOTHER BUCKET-KICKER!

HIT IT!

Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death!

Okay...

GRAB THE CHAIR, BOYS! WE'VE GOT ANOTHER BUCKET-KICKER!

HIT IT!

Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death!

Okay...

GRAB THE CHAIR, BOYS! WE'VE GOT ANOTHER BUCKET-KICKER!

HIT IT!

Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death!

Okay...

GRAB THE CHAIR, BOYS! WE'VE GOT ANOTHER BUCKET-KICKER!

HIT IT!

Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death!

More specifically: if John Uskglass is Norman, does he accept the Scottish annexation of Lothian in 1018? If not, then - at least until the Treaty of York in 1237 - everything up to Edinburgh is English in the Raven King's eyes.

Bearing in mind that the only Scottish founder of Hogwarts was literally named Ravenclaw (and has a French-sounding name besides), I think he could make a compelling case.

(And okay, yeah, Hogwarts is apparently well north even of that boundary. But I maintain the point about Rowena, and I think it wouldn't be at all out of character for the Raven King to have an outpost in foreign territory.)

hS

“You've brushed your teeth," He says, staring at me.

"I used your toothbrush."

His lips quirk up in a half smile. "Oh Sirius Black, what am I going to do with you?”

It might not really work. It's mentioned in JS&MN that Scottish wizards talk up their superiority to the English variety, and Hogwarts is about as Scottish as it gets - an enormous, draughty stone lump slap bang in the middle of nowhere, and also in the middle of a forest and/or bog, depending on who you ask. Would the castle, whose practitioners are so very different to those of English magic, even recognize the authority of the Raven King?

Er, answers on the back of a postcard, please. =]