03-19-2017, 04:49 PM
Harry Potter was on a beach in Costa Del Sol, crouched down in the sand with his new friend Hnaaag the albino dreadlocked Wookie, sketching Qudditch plays in the sand.
"But dude," the Wookie said. "Why would even catch the snatch-"
"Snitch," corrected Harry patiently.
"Snitch," Hnaaag amended. "Why would you catch the snitch if you're behind by more than a hundred and fifty points?"
"Mercy, generally," Harry admitted. "But at that point, your job as seeker would be to block the other teams seeker until you can get back into winning position. In a four week match in Poland in 1674-"
"Surfs up," announced the Wookie. The pair rush to grab their surf boards and paddle out into the ocean.
Harry smiled as he popped up onto his board, his legs still shaky, but managing to stay atop his surf board until the first wave crashed.
"Orelay!" the Wookie cried anachronistically as Harry's head surfaced. "Dude, you're a natural!"
This seemed to be true. In the few short days since Harry had met Hnaaag and started surfing he had improved immensely, already able to stay atop his board and even ride small waves. He found it very calming and centering, and unlike flying he had his feet firmly beneath him.
"Hey brodude," said the Wookie after the next wave. "Where do you find flying brooms?"
"They're just regular brooms, with a flying spell on them," responded Harry idly. The Wookie nodded.
"So like, why do you put the flying spell on brooms?" the Wookie asked casuaslly, not wanting to sound stupid. Harry paused.
"I don't know actually," he said after a moment.
"Well," says Hnaaag. "Have you ever put them on anything else?"
"Like what?"
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Harry and Hnaaag glided gracefully over the waters of Costa Del Sol on their surfboards, occasionally touching down to catch a wave, then launch upwards again. They fell quite a bit; it was rather unlike a broomstick, the steering down completely with their feet, and nothing to hang onto. It was fun but, Harry decided, impractical.
The surfers floated down to the shore just as the sun began to set and walked over to a crowded bonfire. Harry smiled widely as the group called out to them happily. Although Harry was new, this group of local surfers had welcomed him without question.
Harry chose a seat to the right of Frank, an Abra who always had amazing weed. Leaning on the Pokemon's other arm was his girlfriend, Fen'iya, a curvy pink Twi'lek.
"Sup," said Frank, his eyes closed.
"Sup," said Harry, grabbing a sausage to roast over the fire. To Harry's left was Marla, a pretty Blue Caster Minion with a fondness for fireworks that Harry had been flirting with.
"Sup," Harry said to her. Marla smiled cutely.
"Suuuup," she replied.
"Sup?" asked Cheese Doodle, a buddhist warforged tuning the strings on his acoustic guitar.
"Sup," Harry said.
The group wiled away a few hours with such deep conversations, and listening to Cheese Doodle strum his guitar.
"Think its dark enough, bro?" Hnaaag asked eventually. Harry nodded, and rose to his feet. With a flick of his wand the bonfire was extinguished. The group got excited and moved in a semicircle around Harry. He looked back to see Marla's big bright eyes; she loved this part.
Harry held out his holly and phoenix feather wand like a conductor, and fired a bolt of white light high above the beach. His friends held their breath.
The ball of light exploded a hundred feet above them, and a shower of gold and purple sparks rained down harmlessly upon the laughing and screaming group.
Harry fired bolt after bolt of sparkling light, doing his best to recreate Fred and George's amazing fireworks. Flaming dragons snapped their jaws and swallowed sparkling pinwheels, crackling rockets exploded, and Harry thought Marla's eyes had never looked so pretty.
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Harry Potter sat on Hnaaags living room couch (also known as Harry's bed), smoking a big stupid bong, and watching a trailer for Rageface Part II: Shlurnbees on Dataverse.TV.
"You wanna go see that?" asked Frank the Abra, Harry's other room mate.
"Nah," Harry said as he stretched out on his couch. "I didn't see the first one."
Hnaaag the Wookie let out a tormented wail in his native Wookie tongue.
"Wuuuuaaaaarg! I forgot the Pepsi in the kitchen!" he admitted.
"Duuude, you need to just, chillax," said Harry wisely. With a flick of his wand, the ice cold Pepsi Cola drifted into the living room and into Hnaaag's furry hand. The dreadlocked Wookie was stunned.
"Bro," Hnaaag said is amazement. "You are really like, talented, you know? You should be selling flying surfboards, or fireworks, or like, floating things for people. You're meant for more than this."
Frank the Abra nodded.
Harry shrugged, yawned, and stretched.
"Nah."
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"But dude," the Wookie said. "Why would even catch the snatch-"
"Snitch," corrected Harry patiently.
"Snitch," Hnaaag amended. "Why would you catch the snitch if you're behind by more than a hundred and fifty points?"
"Mercy, generally," Harry admitted. "But at that point, your job as seeker would be to block the other teams seeker until you can get back into winning position. In a four week match in Poland in 1674-"
"Surfs up," announced the Wookie. The pair rush to grab their surf boards and paddle out into the ocean.
Harry smiled as he popped up onto his board, his legs still shaky, but managing to stay atop his surf board until the first wave crashed.
"Orelay!" the Wookie cried anachronistically as Harry's head surfaced. "Dude, you're a natural!"
This seemed to be true. In the few short days since Harry had met Hnaaag and started surfing he had improved immensely, already able to stay atop his board and even ride small waves. He found it very calming and centering, and unlike flying he had his feet firmly beneath him.
"Hey brodude," said the Wookie after the next wave. "Where do you find flying brooms?"
"They're just regular brooms, with a flying spell on them," responded Harry idly. The Wookie nodded.
"So like, why do you put the flying spell on brooms?" the Wookie asked casuaslly, not wanting to sound stupid. Harry paused.
"I don't know actually," he said after a moment.
"Well," says Hnaaag. "Have you ever put them on anything else?"
"Like what?"
✶✶✶
Harry and Hnaaag glided gracefully over the waters of Costa Del Sol on their surfboards, occasionally touching down to catch a wave, then launch upwards again. They fell quite a bit; it was rather unlike a broomstick, the steering down completely with their feet, and nothing to hang onto. It was fun but, Harry decided, impractical.
The surfers floated down to the shore just as the sun began to set and walked over to a crowded bonfire. Harry smiled widely as the group called out to them happily. Although Harry was new, this group of local surfers had welcomed him without question.
Harry chose a seat to the right of Frank, an Abra who always had amazing weed. Leaning on the Pokemon's other arm was his girlfriend, Fen'iya, a curvy pink Twi'lek.
"Sup," said Frank, his eyes closed.
"Sup," said Harry, grabbing a sausage to roast over the fire. To Harry's left was Marla, a pretty Blue Caster Minion with a fondness for fireworks that Harry had been flirting with.
"Sup," Harry said to her. Marla smiled cutely.
"Suuuup," she replied.
"Sup?" asked Cheese Doodle, a buddhist warforged tuning the strings on his acoustic guitar.
"Sup," Harry said.
The group wiled away a few hours with such deep conversations, and listening to Cheese Doodle strum his guitar.
"Think its dark enough, bro?" Hnaaag asked eventually. Harry nodded, and rose to his feet. With a flick of his wand the bonfire was extinguished. The group got excited and moved in a semicircle around Harry. He looked back to see Marla's big bright eyes; she loved this part.
Harry held out his holly and phoenix feather wand like a conductor, and fired a bolt of white light high above the beach. His friends held their breath.
The ball of light exploded a hundred feet above them, and a shower of gold and purple sparks rained down harmlessly upon the laughing and screaming group.
Harry fired bolt after bolt of sparkling light, doing his best to recreate Fred and George's amazing fireworks. Flaming dragons snapped their jaws and swallowed sparkling pinwheels, crackling rockets exploded, and Harry thought Marla's eyes had never looked so pretty.
✶✶✶
Harry Potter sat on Hnaaags living room couch (also known as Harry's bed), smoking a big stupid bong, and watching a trailer for Rageface Part II: Shlurnbees on Dataverse.TV.
"You wanna go see that?" asked Frank the Abra, Harry's other room mate.
"Nah," Harry said as he stretched out on his couch. "I didn't see the first one."
Hnaaag the Wookie let out a tormented wail in his native Wookie tongue.
"Wuuuuaaaaarg! I forgot the Pepsi in the kitchen!" he admitted.
"Duuude, you need to just, chillax," said Harry wisely. With a flick of his wand, the ice cold Pepsi Cola drifted into the living room and into Hnaaag's furry hand. The dreadlocked Wookie was stunned.
"Bro," Hnaaag said is amazement. "You are really like, talented, you know? You should be selling flying surfboards, or fireworks, or like, floating things for people. You're meant for more than this."
Frank the Abra nodded.
Harry shrugged, yawned, and stretched.
"Nah."
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