Fifteen ★ Anon Text

[wasthemaster]

[All things considered, this is really, really not the right time to be asking this question. A lot of things have happened in the last few days that have left him completely rattled, but if there's one thing Draco Malfoy is good at, it's compartmentalizing.

As such, despite the fact that he has Voldemort on his case, Severus is freaking out and there's the whole other set of issues with himself and Jade and the fact that people from home keep turning up, he's focused on something else entirely.

Loki. The god, not the traveler. On the one hand, he quite likes the trickster god if only because he can appreciate someone being cagey and taunting others. On the other hand, he really hates when it's being used against him. The god has given him a mission, and though he should be worried about other things that is his main focus.

…of course there were some things that were said during their conversation that have left him unsettled. Did he really not know how to have fun in this place anymore?

Honestly. That was just pathetic. It's even more pathetic that he can count his actual friends on both hands. That's…really, really not going to help him in this case. And because it's pathetic to him he's turning on the anonymous text feature for once.]

As I'm sure most of you have realized, this place is quite limiting, not to mention occasionally dangerous. [Here's looking at you, mirror-verse.] However, I've an important question to ask you all.

What do you do for fun in this place?

Inquiring minds wish to know, etcetera, etcetera.

[Now just let him sit back quietly and judge all of you as he thinks this through.]

Oh. And leave your name and which house you're in. You know. To make sure the answer isn't completely biased.

[Some time later, this list begins to pop up as well:

Odin: 3. Sigyn: 5. Freyr: 4. Loki: 2. Heimdall: 3. Hel: 3. Thor: 1. Baldr: 1]

Comments

[unsparing]

They only exist in fairy tales where I'm from. You want to see a unicorn then you're strapping on a horn onto a horse's head carved out of some kind of foam and painted over.

That's as real as they come.

[wasthemaster]

I'm sure my kind only exist in fairy tales where you're from, too.

...isn't that some form of animal cruelty?

[unsparing]

Wizards and witches. You got that right. They save that sort of stuff for movies and books.

Not really? It's like strapping on a birthday hat on a kid's head. You telling me that's some form of child cruelty?

[wasthemaster]

...is it that obvious?

Cruelty, no. Humiliation, yes. I think that's just as bad to be honest.

[unsparing]

I take it your parents never threw birthday parties for you as a child. No blowing out candles, no wearing the party hat, no streamers and balloons...?

No singing happy birthday to you?

[wasthemaster]

Of course my parents threw birthday parties for me as a child. They just weren't ridiculous or childish.

[unsparing]

Not childish? Why the hell not?
That's the whole point of being a kid. To be childish.