012 - [Voice] / [Action]

[sacrificemyself]

[When Ron wakes up this morning, he vaguely remembers that he'd had his journal in his bed next to him. Reaching out for it with his eyes still closed, he wonders why he can't find it and moves to roll over.

FWUMP!

Unlike most times when he falls out of bed and jolts awake with an obscenity, this time it's a whine that leaves his lips. Shaking his

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[gamblinghigh]

[If he stops to look on his way out to the lake, he'll find a thestral stretching its wings in a clearing. Setzer's finally got the walking on four legs part down, so he's ready to move on to the last set of limbs.]

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[sacrificemyself]

[The dog pauses, shocked. A thestral. Wherefore is there a thestral in Luceti? Must slowly scoot over to investigate.]

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[gamblinghigh]

[That's a question Setzer himself would like the answer to, assuming he knew the proper name for what he was. He doesn't seem to have noticed (or maybe just isn't bothered about) Ron's approach so far though.]

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[sacrificemyself]

[He frowns, or at least, frowns as much as he can; he only recognizes the thestral for what it is based on Harry's description, having never seen one visible to him before. He just assumes that, after everything he'd seen....

But this is no time to think about it now, since this might be Harry or Neville. But he's not willing to give away his predicament to a stranger, so he does his best to act like a dog as he continues to approach, albeit warily.]

Um... arf?

[hisdarkmark]

[Lucky for Ron, Draco hasn't bothered opening his journal today and thus completely missed the redhead's message.

Unfortunately for him, he's also sitting down by the lake. Yes, that lake. He's busy entertaining himself, letting his Snitch fly around and lazily catching it. The thing's a bit faulty, it seems.

However, he suddenly feels like he's not alone and so he turns his head, spotting the terrier and just...well, staring. You'd think he'd put two and two together, but as far as Draco knows there's nothing wrong with the village. It happens when you don't pay attention.]

And just what do you think you're doing, dog? [It's more out of curiosity than malice, at least.]

[sacrificemyself]

[Oh bloody he-... really? Of all the people, did it have to be him? Unfortunately, canine features aren't quite as expressive as he's used to, so the dog just looks a little tired as it edges towards the bank.

Hm... now how to get the water without leaning so far that his newly-tiny body doesn't just fall in. Well, he can manage, and he'll get his water, and maybe he'll even be able to give Malfoy a couple of scratches afterward and get away without having to hear Harry's mouth about how they should get along. Yeah, this could turn out all right.]

[hisdarkmark]

[Of course him of all people. It's because the universe hates you, Ron. Still, Draco's watching the dog as he edges to the lake for his drink.]

What? A bowl's not enough for you? I'm not sure if I should be impressed by your good judgment, or amused by your snobbery.

[sacrificemyself]

[It's just Luceti that hates him; the universe is mostly ambivalent. At any rate, Ron shoots Malfoy a fairly irritated look, though irritation doesn't really read well on such a usually-friendly dog's face.]

Woof.

[It's almost sarcastic - or maybe it is sarcastic - and he turns his attention back to the lake. Isn't the tide supposed to come in or something?]

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[cruxofapotter]

[An ugly, manxome creature is bumbling through the woods as well today. Beware the Jabberwock, my... terrier best friend? Being out in the woods is dreadful boring though, so Harry will at least try to play with the nearby dog.]

Hello there!

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[sacrificemyself]

[Have a really surprised yelp, Jabberbuddy. Because this little doggie's seen some weird things, but you're taking the cake. Be thankful that he's aware of how tiny he is and so isn't set on attacking so much as staying away from those claws.]

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[cruxofapotter]

[A cross between a dragon and a troll probably looks better. But he sounds a bit nervous.] It's okay! It's okay! I'm not going to eat you or anything.

[He raises a claw in what's meant to be a calming gesture, but it's hard to be friendly with a giant claw.]

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[sacrificemyself]

[He backs away, surprised to find that he's growling a little. No, Ron, don't go on the defensive with the big scaly thing. You're a terrier. The only way this could be worse is if you were changed into a chihuahua.

So he just looks up at the big winged thing, looking innocently curiously when he's really a couple of steps away from peeing on himself, which would really make him more dog-like anyhow.]

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[magicalsoulcat]

[Magical boy turned dog, meet boy turned magical cat. This kitty is standing on a big floating musical note above you as you walk through the woods.]

Hey. Dog. [And he'll just wait for a response.]

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[sacrificemyself]

[... what. The. Ever-loving. Hell? Okay, so... maybe all animals can talk, and they just don't feel like it, where he's from. He always knew that Crookshanks cat that tried to eat his pet rat was a cheeky bugger.]

Er... hi? Cat?

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[magicalsoulcat]

Huh. Last I checked the talking animals around here didn't have British accents.

[Unless he just hasn't met them yet. He stretches out on the musical note and floats lower, just watching the dog. He's bored and he supposes it might be the cat in him that takes some amusement in mocking a dog with his cool magical powers. Yeah, he's very comfortable on that floating thing.]

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[sacrificemyself]

I'm not the one with an accent.

[He tilts his head.]

What the hell are you floating on?

[voice]

[byebyehalcyon]

Oh no! Was something supposed to happen? I'm exactly the same!

[voice]

[sacrificemyself]

Consider yourself lucky.

[voice]

[byebyehalcyon]

It's not fun?

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[sacrificemyself]

Fun? I've been turned into a mongrel!