"Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business."
Tom Robbins quotes
Chapter 7
That's What You Get for Taking Secret Paths
The room was eerily silent. Not for lack of people, for there were plenty. Intoxicated old men falling over themselves and using their drinking buddies to prop themselves up, young drinkers crawling across the floor, and a couple of women just hanging out in the corner, looking like they had just gotten off a long shift at work. And most of the bar's occupants were openly gaping at Chancy. Not that she blamed them all that much. She did just come out of a wall that was blaring Womanizer. 'Thank Merlin that it closed up behind me' Chancy thought sarcastically. She took a look around at the people who have still not moved an inch.
"Take a picture, it lasts longer." A camera flash blinded Chancy momentarily after her comment. A growl escaped her as she rubbed her eyes and sat up from the position that she fell back in. Her brain finally made a connection between the drunken people and the rack of bottles. "Oh lovely, I'm smack dab in the middle … of a bar? Why is there a bed in a bar, of all places?" The blonde sighed exasperated and swung off the bed. She made for a door, but didn't exit before stating an afterthought, "Don't answer that question. I really don't want to know."
As she made her way outside, Chancy registered the noise of shrieking and what sounded to be explosions. Less than a second after she could see a massive fireball rise above the roofs of houses in the far off building. A mushroom cloud followed not long after. She could make out shapes in the sky darting away from the source of the blast. She squinted as they came closer and could just make out the shape. People in cloaks and pointy hats riding broomsticks started landing on the turreted roofs of nearby buildings. Chancy's eyes widened in realization.
"Crap! I'm in Harry Potter!"
Chancy walked up to a stranger (why not? They might have candy) who was standing solitary against the setting sun. It made for an impressive figure, or of someone who was really depressed and had nothing better to do. The man turned to her and scoffed, "You look like an idiot. Stop wasting my time and go away." He shook his midnight hair and turned away. When he looked at me for a second I think I even saw a tattoo on his face. Guess my next statement will be spot on.
Very affronted by his false observation Chancy retorted, "Well you look emo, but I didn't say anything. Hey! Look! Is that your friend?" At the sight of the approaching figure I started bouncing on the balls of my feet. I just love to meet new people!
"Crap." (Well doesn't he have a mouth on him?) The black haired boy (now called Cookie) looked like he was about to bolt. Because we just couldn't have that, I grabbed Cookie's arm and waved excitedly at the newest arrival.
"Hey kid! Is Cookie your friend?" Cookie looked around a bit for someone else before realizing that I was talking about him. He seemed a bit put out at the nickname but just 'hned'. Wonderful, just what we need. Another Sasuke Uchiha. Hey, the kid is close enough to actually see now! And boy was he blabbing on and on and on. Hmmm.. he looks somewhat familiar.. add some glasses… put a stupid look on his face… add a maids outfit (don't ask. Seriously. Don't)…
"GINTA!" I let go of Cookie and glomped Ginta. Then I picked him up and swung him round and round and- Oh Shit! Here comes Candy! "Bye Ginta! Nice seeing you and al-"
"Bye Chancy! By the way, this is Alvin, not Cookie!" Ginta had to shout because I was at the end of the street by this point. I can really get a move on when it comes to Medusa. Huh, she's a bit more of a harpy actually. She was screeching pretty loudly. I think I saw glass crack back there.
"CHANCY! Get back here and change back my hair!" Woah. Who knew that Candiss was so tetchy about her hair? It was a pretty nice.. umm… mold green. All in all, a pretty typical day. I think that a game is happening tomorrow. Something about war. I hope there's popcorn.
