Pokémon Wizard
By James The Fox
Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling
Pokémon belongs to Game Freak and Nintendo

"Wow, Pottermore is awesome. Two words: Dem backstories."

Harry: "Poor McGonagall." (sniffling)

"I actually dislike the Dursleys a little less now. Madness."

"I am going to use details from Pottermore as they come up, if they are applicable to the PKMN Wiz Fanon. Also, I have a Tumblr."

Harry: "What."

"Yes. Search for James the Fox on Tumblr, then come and ask me anything, I guess… I'll be posting stuff like one-shots, progress updates, advice about fanfics, and replies to questions there. But enough about all that. On to the Fic!"


Chapter H-7: Of Impressions


"Is that really him? I mean, he's got the scar, but…"

"I wonder where he's been all this time…"

"Forget that, you see those… things… with him? What are they?"

"I dunno. I've never seen them in my Care of Magical Creatures textbook…"

Harry tried to ignore the students murmuring about him as he nibbled at the bacon that had appeared at the table while his Transfiguration textbook laid beside his plate. He had been hearing things like this since he got up. It's almost like they think I'm some kind of living legend… Harry paused. Oh, right. They kinda DO…

It didn't help that he had brought out his Pokémon so they could eat as well, giving them more reason to point and whisper to each other. However, he noticed two kinds of reactions, possibly denoting whether the children in question were raised amongst non-magical people world or not: Some children, like Hermione had, paid relatively little mind to his partners at first, probably just accepting it as another part of the magical world. The other first years, and every student who wasn't a first year, eyed the Pokémon with suspicion and worry: they weren't normal, even for a magical society.

Of course, Harry mused to himself, all of the first years have one thing in common: they're going to end up late to every class they have, because this school has a SICK sense of humor!

It had started with Harry taking the stairs Cedric had led the first years down earlier to come up not in the entrance hall, but on the seventh floor. Going back down it took him to the fourth floor, then the spiral staircase he'd found took him to the third floor, and another stairway took him all the way to the fifth floor…

The castle, or whoever was in charge of it, seemed to think that changing the entire layout of the castle was some kind of funny joke. Everything had changed positions from the night before. Worse yet, some of the changes didn't even make sense. I go down a flight of stairs from the fifth floor, and expect to end up on the fourth floor or at least lower than when I started, NOT to find myself on the seventh floor! That just… just doesn't happen! It's like the descriptions Ocean-Blue Master Cynthia gave of the Torn World… Wait… Harry pulled out a pen and a notebook with "Observations of the Other World" scrawled on the cover from his bag and quickly found a blank spot on a page, writing in: Hogwarts Geometry Hypothesis 2: Connection between Torn World and Hogwarts? He was about to continue when a hand tapped him from behind.

"Isn't it a bit early to be doing homework?" Harry startled at the question from Cedric as he sat to Harry's right.

"O-oh, this isn't homework. Well, it kinda is… I'm just writing in some notes about the Wizarding World. I've been taking note of possible connections between this world and the Pokémon World."

Cedric raised an eyebrow as he looked at the notebook. On the pages were several little scribbles of various notes written in as incoherent and messy of handwriting as any he had seen before. "You sure you shouldn't be in Ravenclaw? Inquisitiveness is pretty highly valued over there."

"The Sorting Hat said something similar, like I had a shoe-in to any one of the houses. I have a big goal, and a lot of bravery, and a thirst for knowledge…" Harry glanced towards the Gryffindor Table, seeing the two students he'd spent a train ride with the day before. "But the hat said something about my friendship being my source of strength or something…" Harry grabbed a slice of toast, leaving the bacon to the side. "So he put me here."

"I see," Cedric said. "Well, I look forward to seeing you make our House proud."

Harry shot him a look. "Look, um, Cedric, I'll try my best, but, well, I'm nothing special and─"

"Er, not as Harry Potter or anything, but as one of us." Cedric backpedaled. "I'd say the same to any first year (and probably will…). It's just that Slytherin has won the House Cup six years running, and their seventh years are intending on making this a clean sweep. Needless to say, I don't like how much they're bragging about it." He sighed. "If we're going to pull an upset, we need to be exceptional this year. If we earn as many points as possible, and get in virtually no trouble the whole year… Obviously a reach goal, but I'd like to see us at least come close."

Harry smirked. "You sure you shouldn't be in Slytherin? Ambition like that is pretty highly valued over there."

Cedric's face looked sour for a few seconds, and Harry had been sure the older boy had gotten something stuck in his throat, but before he could call for help Cedric chuckled a little nervously. "I guess, but I'm not quite as cunning as those snakes in the grass…" There was a pause broken only by the sounds of silverware clattering and the voices of students talking with each other. "Hey, uh… Did you have trouble getting down here? I can't help but notice that I left after you and got here before you."

Harry noted a change in subject, but decided not to pursue whatever was bothering him in lieu of the potentially useful line of questioning Cedric had moved onto.

"Yeah, I did. You wouldn't happen to be able to help me find my classes, would you? I spent twenty minutes going in circles between the second and sixth floors when I thought I was going straight downstairs."

Cedric laughed. "Yeah, Hogwarts can be like that. I've got time till my class starts, just let me grab some other Hufflepuffs and─"

"Mind if I grab Ron and Hermione? They might want some help too, and they're my friends."

Cedric nodded. "Of course, a friend of yours is a friend of ours."

Harry thanked him, standing up and snatching a pancake to put in his mouth. "Alright, guys," Harry addressed his Pokémon, who had just finished eating food Harry had passed to them from the table. Ralts burped contently. "I'm going to grab Hermione and Ron, and tour the school. I think you can stay here, but don't make any trouble, and don't leave the Great Hall. I don't want you getting lost and causing mischief. Or, if you want, you can come with me, though I'll have to put you in your Pokéballs when classes start.

No way am I staying here. You could get in trouble without me, so I'm coming with you, Harry. Ralts smiled, hopping onto the table and then onto Harry's shoulder.

I miss Mommy if I stay here! Mantyke bounced a few times, jumping into Harry's arms.

Hoothoot shrugged lazily. I see some rafters I can rest in. I do hope there's a place for me to go flying at night… She flew up to a nook just beneath a rafter, giving her shade from the sunlight, and began dozing off.

Snorunt and Remoraid looked at each other, one shuddering despite the room temperature and one stuck in an icy glorified fishbowl. Yeah, no. We're coming with you, said Remoraid, as Snorunt froze up the opening on top of the bowl, allowing the fish Pokémon to roll the ice ball around to follow the group.

Tyrogue walked up to Harry. I will not abandon you, Mother.

Harry smiled in reply, and went to collect Ron and Hermione.


Ten minutes saw Cedric and a large group of first years emerging from behind a painting, having climbed up from the fourth floor to the second floor via a secret passage to show yet another quirk of the castle's fluctuating design. At the moment, the walls were adorned with thousands of paintings, some of which could only barely be seen from where they sat near the improbably high ceiling. Suits of armor stood guard over the winding halls, and tapestry of wizards doing great things could be seen everywhere…

… And students and animated décor alike were wincing and covering their ears from the wailing coming from behind a door that seemed to be leaking copious quantities of water.

"… Finally," Cedric continued his lesson loudly, already regretting the choice to come to this floor, "No matter how much the structure of the castle changes, there will ALWAYS be a way from one floor to the ones above and below it. They will be marked with some similarity between them." Cedric looked about quickly. "For example, right now there are two staircases here with blue carpeting and marble statues on either side. The one that goes up takes you to the third floor, and the one that goes down takes you to the first floor. This is one of the most reliable ways to travel from one floor to the other: When you need to get there, look for the pair..."

Make it stop! Make it stoooopp… Ralts gritted his teeth as he started staggering about. It's like Zubat's Supersonic… Snorunt shivered harder than ever, Mantyke started to cry, and Remoraid shuddered as the icy sphere around him began to crack. Tyrogue pushed his fists together, closing his eyes as though trying to ignore the sound.

Harry noticed his Pokemon's discomfort and quickly pulled out his Pokéballs, returning them with haste, except for Remoraid, who was still relatively safe inside his icy ball.

"What is that noise!" Ron cried out, his face scrunched up in pain. "Is it even human!"

"That's Moaning Myrtle!" Cedric yelled back. "She's got problems, apparently, has had them since before I was a first year. There's a reason no one ever uses the girl's lavatory on this floor. Let's get somewhere quieter." Cedric ran down the stairs with the marble statues and blue carpet, and the others followed. As they went down the stairs, the carpet seems to change from blue to red, and the bottom of the stairway was flanked by suits of silver armor. The wailing had faded. Cedric rubbed his sore ears, grimacing from the pain. "So, um, any questions?"

Hermione raised a hand immediately as Harry let his Pokémon out again, with Snorunt quickly getting to work repairing Remoriad's method of transport. "Is there a reliable way to travel from the first floor to the third and vice versa… Without passing through the second floor?"

Cedric laughed. "Well, there's a roundabout way, we'll have to go to the fifth floor…"


Harry made sure to thank Cedric profusely for the tour several times over the next few days, as he had managed to do what was impossible for most first-years: be on time for every one of their first classes.

Of course, these classes were often as odd as the castle itself. Transfiguration on Monday afternoon was perhaps the most surprising of that week to Harry; only a handful of Pokémon were able to change shape (and one of them was legendarily the ancestor to almost all other life) and yet there was someone who could be a cat (not a Meowth, or a Persian, or any other Cat Pokémon, but just a cat) one second, then a person the next! Her next feat had truly blown Harry's mind apart as a desk became a living pig then turned back to a desk.

"Buh… buhh… How…" Harry stared at the now-inanimate desk until the Professor coughed loudly.

"Pay attention, Mr. Potter, and perhaps you will learn how," McGonagall replied sharply but not unkindly.

The notes Harry took didn't seem to get him any closer to being able to explain what had happened, but it did aid him as he worked at turning a matchstick into a needle. Harry caused the matchstick to catch fire first (along with his desk), but by the end, he was able to get both sides to be sharp, though it resembled a toothpick with red on one tip more than it did a needle, a feat she claimed only one other student in his year had managed.

The Double Herbology class with Gryfindor that met every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday morning, on the other hand, had seemed significantly more familiar than any other class, thanks to Harry's work on his mom's Pokémon Ranch, taking care of many different Grass Type Pokemon. There were several odd plants in Greenhouse 1, and although there was nothing quite like the more magical plants Harry had read about and been eager to see, it still had a sense of discovery that Harry relished.

However, it did not distract him from the goal he had set for himself. After class on Tuesday, Harry met with the Herbology Professor: his Head of House, Pomona Sprout.

"A club for raising these 'Pokémon' creatures?" Prof. Sprout asked as she held Ralts before her with a quizzical look on her face. "He's quite cute, but I don't know the first thing about Pokémon, let alone where we'd even be able to find any for students to raise…"

"That's not a problem, Professor. Back home, I spend a lot of time running an organization to find families for Pokémon Eggs that no one has the time to take care of. I'd have to put students through a basic competency test to make sure they can take care of Pokémon, but that's simple enough that most ten-year-olds can complete it."

"Running a club, any club, is a difficult, stressful business. Are you certain you can handle…" Professor Sprout paused. "… Wait, you RUN this organization? How big is…"

"Big enough that I often have to make trips from one region to another. I get some help from a lot of volunteers, hundreds in fact, but I still do a lot of legwork as well as paperwork. I know how tough running a club like this will be, and I'm committed. They say Hufflepuffs are able to handle hard work, right?"

Sprout looked Harry in the eyes, and upon seeing something Harry couldn't quite figure out in them, she smiled. "Very well then. This Friday, we'll see Professor Dumbledore about starting this 'Pokémon Trainer's Club' of yours." She put Ralts back in Harry's hands. "Now, I'm sure you don't want to miss lunch, so off you trot. You'll need your energy for History of Magic."

Harry quickly thanked her and left, and spent that lunch starting up preparations for what would soon be the second most popular club in Hogwarts (With Quidditch ahead and Gobstones just behind).

Harry's excitement turned out to be barely enough to keep him conscious through History of Magic, which every student in Hogwarts agreed was easily the most boring of all of the classes. This was a disappointment to Harry, who had hoped to hear more tidbits concerning the ancient past of what many mythologists in the Pokémon World called 'The Banished World.' Instead, he heard endless droning about Goblin revolts and Giant wars, to the point Harry was certain the old ghost running the class was in fact repeating himself… Something that Harry would quickly confirm in the coming weeks: entire lectures, repeated ad nauseum. The good news was that at the same time, nothing short of getting out of your seat or shouting at the top of your lungs was enough to break the ghost out of his stupor, which meant that this was essentially free time, as long as you weren't disrupting the professor. This became a blessing from Arceus for Harry very quickly.

Harry also considered himself lucky that he didn't have that class on Friday, as he was certain that between Herbology, Charms and the late night Astronomy classes, Thursday was filled with work for Harry and he didn't feel like losing a day to Prof. Binn's lectures.

Charms was more akin to what Harry had been expecting from magic given by Arceus than Transfiguration: Psychic powers like levitation, bursts of energy, or even Embers from the tip of your wand were similar to the powers Pokémon exhibited. Harry took to the Tickling Charm the little Charms Professor, Flitwick, taught the class like a Pidgeot to the air.

Astronomy on the other hand, was interesting to Harry in how similar the night sky was to the Pokémon World's. There was the Wise Kingler, just next to what Professor Sinestra called Hercules, but whom Harry knew as the Veilstone Huntsman in despair, about to cast his weapon, a "sword," to the ground. To the south Harry could make out the Sturdy Steelix of Sunnyshore, whose brave sacrifice saved an ancient people from a tidal wave. Ironically, Sinestra labeled it as Eridanus, which was a river here. It was interesting to Harry to see the same sky in an entirely new way, but intimidating to see just how different this world was from his own.

In all of the excitement, Harry had almost forgotten about the relatively unremarkable day he had had Wednesday, with a focus on Friday's upcoming Defense against the Dark Arts class with the spineless-seeming Prof. Quirrell and, after that, the final preparations for his meeting with Dumbledore.

Of course, almost forgetting can be quite ruined when something reminds you. On the way back to the Common Room after Charms on Thursday, he saw a group of first year Gryffindors lead by Ron practically fuming as they began to make their way back to their dorms.

"Hey Ron, Hermione!" Harry called out, and it took another call for the two to notice him.

"Oh, hey Harry." Ron said as he walked up to his friend, followed by Hermione.

Hey, Bidoof-face. Ralts called to Hermione.

"Hi, Ralts, how are you?"

Ralts smiled. Not as good now as how I was five seconds ago. Thanks for that.

Hermione giggled at Ralt's happy tone, picking him up. "That's good to hear."

"So, how have you guys been? What class did you just come from?" Harry asked.

Ron groaned. "Double Potions with the Slytherins… What a nightmare."

Hermione frowned. "You shouldn't be saying that about teachers…" Her voice was hesitant, as though she didn't quite agree with her own words.

"I'd heard horror stories from the twins about Snape, but the real deal is ten times worse!"

Harry frowned. "Potions, huh."

"Hufflepuffs had Potions yesterday, right?" Ron asked. "You know what I'm talking about, right?"


Yesterday…


Harry walked into Potions Class, plenty early, and found a seat near the front, where he could easily see the board. By this time, most of the first years had figured out how to move through the castle with some efficiency, so it surprised Harry that not many Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws had arrived yet. It was five minutes later, about a minute before class started, when they all started packing in at once. More than a few were giving Harry odd looks as they quickly filled up the back seats.

Then, the man of the hour arrived: Severus Snape, Potions Master. With robes as black as a Ghastly's core, he swept by the students, making for the front desk. Harry watched as the took up the roll sheet, and read down the list of names. Harry was half-dreading the inevitable pause that just about ALL of his teachers had given so far when they came to him, and indeed it came, but what happened next was almost refreshingly different from the other reactions.

"Ah, Harry Potter. Our new…" He gave an unnerving glance at the bespectacled student with eyes emptier than the inside of a Shedinja. "… Celebrity. How quaint." He quickly moved down the rest of the student's names, and paused for quite a while. "… You are here to learn the exact science of potion-making. You'll be doing very little with your wands in this class, for this is no simple, obtuse form of magic; this is a subtle art, intricate in design, delicate in execution, but unparalleled in usefulness, and in beauty. I doubt you fools will understand this power. But those of you who do will find yourselves seven years from now bearing a unique and sought-after talent. I will teach you to bottle fame, to brew glory, and…" He gave a small sneer. "… Even stopper death, if you have more talent than the fools I usually work with."

Harry frowned. Creepy… Well, at least he takes pride in his work. Maybe he's a nice guy under all that creepy.

"Potter!" Prof. Snape called, his voice barely above a whisper but heard by all. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Wow, pop quiz already? Gonna have to remember to reread my textbook before class. "Let's see, Asphodel… Wormwood… That's a draught of…" Harry scratched his chin. "Something… Oh, it induces sleep, right? Can't quite remember the name, but-"

"The potion's name, Potter, is the Draught of Living Death, named so because of how deep a sleep the drinker falls into. You would do well to remember the name as well as the function, as there are over 10 Potions with similar but different effects, dosages, and different uses, such as the Dreamless Sleep Potion for medicinal purposes and overconsumption of a Drowsiness Potion or a Draught of Peace… We wouldn't want someone in an endless sleep because you forgot which was which. Now, let's see if you can do better on this question: if I asked you to collect a bezoar from its natural habitat, where would you look?"

Harry frowned. A Venasaur? No, a bezoar. I've never heard of it. Arceus, he's really going all out on these questions… "… Sorry, sir, I don't know what that is, let alone where to look for it."

Snape's eyes flickered towards Harry for but a moment, and Harry was sure that the temperature of the room had dropped. "I see. For future reference, the bezoar can be found in the stomach of a goat, and will protect against most poisons. I'll give you one more chance. What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Harry's frown grew deeper. "Er… one's used to protect against something, and the other's for hurting wolves?"

The professor's gaze had become colder than the room itself. "Now, now… Fame isn't everything, is it, Potter?"

To the class' surprise, Harry nodded immediately. "Of course, and unfounded fame is worth even less." He smiled. "I haven't even done anything yet, and people are gawking like I'm one of the Elite Four. You've taught a valuable lesson to this class. Good job!" Snape looked taken aback. Harry raised an eyebrow. "… Er, but you know this is a Potions Class. Maybe we should continue with Potions, instead of personal growth?"

"One point from Hufflepuff for your cheek, Potter." Snape turned to the board behind him, and began writing an assignment. "… But you are correct. Monkshood. Wolfsbane. There is no difference, except in the name, which can also be aconite. It is good for joint relief, but only when massaged into the joint itself. If ingested, it is a deadly poison." He paused in his writing. "Well, why am I not hearing quills on parchment? Did no one write ANY of that down?"

Harry raised his hand as he finished copying Snape's words on a notebook. The class was suddenly noisy with writing.

"Potter, put your hand down, you look like a fool," Snape snapped without turning from the board.

A few minutes later, the professor stepped away from the board. "Your assignment is on the board. You have the rest of the class to make a cure for boils. Form into pairs." He sat at his desk at the head of the class, and watched the students begin their work even as he went through several papers.

Harry quickly found himself a partner, a dark-haired Ravenclaw named Michael Corner, and began the process of putting the ingredients in carefully. The boy was surprisingly silent as he followed Harry's instructions. It was only as Harry set the brew down to cool midway through that he started to speak.

"Geez, Potter," Michael muttered. "You're much better at actually brewing potions than remembering stuff about them."

Harry chose to take that as a complement as he inspected the textbook. "I've got experience in cooking stuff. Be they Poffins, Pokeblocks, food, or Potions, I'm darned good at mixing ingredients and coming up with a good outco-" Harry stopped talking, got up, and walked past him to Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff in another group. Harry quickly grabbed Ernie's hand. "Er, sorry to interrupt, but the slugs should wait until the Potion's a little cooler."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, you have to put the flames on a low heat and simmer before adding the slugs. I'm not the best at remembering things, but I was literally just reading the instructions."

Ernie's partner, a Ravenclaw girl, was also reading the textbook. "He's right, Ernie. Sorry, should have told you that before you started."

Harry smiled as he returned to his seat. "Sorry. Hufflepuff loyalty, couldn't let a fellow student mess up. What were we talking about?"

Michael smirked. "Cooking, and how you're better at it than memorizing."

"Well, yeah," Harry stifled a laugh. "Just give me a bit, I'll have the text memorized… eventually.

Snape had been watching, and begrudgingly muttered something under his breath. A floor up, the Hufflepuff point-glass gained a single grain.


"Er, Harry?" Ron asked. "Potions? Snape? Scary?"

"Nope, I'm not sure what you're talking about, Ron." Harry scratched the back of his head. "I mean, he kinda threw a pop quiz out at us, then said something about fame not being everything, but after that he sorta just sat there and watched us like a Sneasel. He seemed alright to me."

"… You two are mad, you know that?" Ron asked. Hermione pouted as she held a struggling Ralts affectionately, and Harry shrugged.

"Maybe. I'm a wizard in a magical school that constantly shapeshifts in a world separated from my own, it'd make about as much sense as anything else. Hey, wanna head over to Hagrid's after lunch on Saturday? I got an invitation."

Ron sighed. "… Sure."


"So, Severus, I hear you had your first class with Harry yesterday. What did you make of him?" Professor Dumbledore was in his Office, looking into the new aquarium he had placed in his office. Like many magical containers, it was bigger on the inside than it appeared on the outside. Inside the aquarium was the Magikarp he had received the day he met Harry. It was swimming rather aimlessly, periodically spasming about oddly.

Swim must swim swim must swim danger MUST SPLASH MUST not danger just mom swim must swim…

Snape was standing in front of Dumbledore's desk, eyeing the odd fish. "Potter… He's not like I expected. Oh, he's a fool; he can't be his son without being a fool…"

"But?" Dumbledore prompted.

Snape was silent.

swim must swim swim must danger MUST SPLASH MUST SPLASH MUST not danger just odd thingy swim must swim…

Dumbledore sighed. "I understand; you so desire to hate him, for being James Potter's son, for looking just like him…" Dumbledore stroked his beard. "But have you seen his eyes?"

bird danger MUST SPLASH MUST SPLASH MUST SPLASH MUST SPLASH not danger just looking…

Snape had actively tried to avoid meeting those eyes the whole class.

swim must swim fun time SPLASH FUN SPLASH SPLASH FUN fun time over swim must swim…

Dumbledore continued. "They're her eyes, I'm told. Even more than anyone could have dreamed. More than could be expected, considering how little he knew her and considering his memory loss. He may share his father's appearance, but his spirit and personality is Lily to the letter. His other teachers all seem to agree, although Quirinus has yet to meet him…"

swim must swim danger SPLASH MUST SPLASH not danger just scary mom-friend swim must swim…

Snape frowned. "Perhaps. He aided a student while we were brewing a boil cure… I almost wish he'd been in the same class as Longbottom, would have avoided that horrible mess…"

Dumbledore smiled, pulling out a small fruit. "There's thinking positively… Now we just need to hear our Defense Professor's point of view… Ah, speaking of… Keep an eye on him for me, will you?"

"Quirrel, sir?"

"Yes." Dumbledore waved his wand, cutting the fruit into small bits and levitating it into the aquarium.

swim must swim danger SPLASH MUST no danger food FOOD FOOD SPLASH FOOD SPLASH FOOD FOOD FOOD food gone swim must swim…

"I frankly don't trust Quirrel of late. Something seems odd about him. I let him into the school so that I may keep an eye on him. Keep your friends close, your enemies closer."

"Sound thinking."

"Indeed. However, I cannot keep watch on him all the time, so I ask you to be my second set of eyes. If my intuition is correct, he could pose a threat to the school, and to Harry."

"Leave it to me, Headmaster." Snape said with no hesitation. He looked at Dumbledore and the Aquarium. "… Headmaster, is that spasming… normal for that fish?"

Dumbledore frowned as Magikarp flopped about in the aquarium. "… I'm not sure. Perhaps I should invite Harry into my office tomorrow, immediately after his class, to ask about it. He would know more about it than I do."


Harry would be surprised to be summoned up to the Headmaster's office prematurely the next day after Defense…


"So yeah, Tumblr. I'll be posting chapter update announcements on Tumblr, along with a sketch relevant to the Fanfic being updated. Today's update picture features Harry and his team, as I see them. I'm totally taking requests for what character (and their team, so maybe spoilers!) I draw up next chapter."

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"Er, right. I apologize for not updating as much over this summer. Hopefully this last month will-"

Sora: "Kingdom Hearts 3D. Pokemon White 2. MLP: FiM Season 3. Korra. Xenoblade Chronicles. School. Get a Job. Mario. The Dark Knight Rises. Your original concept. Phoenix Wright. Your Tumblr…"

"Ah. Well, I'll see you next… year? Maybe? Um, anyway, see ya next time!"