Summary: Anti-Cosmo, wanting a powerful ally, goes to Pixie World in the hopes of befriending the ruler.
"So I've been thinking," Anti-Cosmo said. He was floating in front of Anti-Wanda in her room. Neither wore their school uniforms, but instead their much less bright, normal clothing.
"That's great!" Anti-Wanda interrupted. "I've been told I need to think more. Can you teach me how to?"
"I guess," Ati-Cosmo replied. "Anyway, I've been thinking about how hopelessly pathetic I am."
"You're not pathetic," Anti-Wanda said. She didn't know exactly what it meant, but she did know that her friend used it to describe a lot of things that he doesn't like, like their magic.
"Thanks, but lying won't get us anywhere," he said. He then started to monologuing. "At our current abilities, we won't be very successful at anything at all. Anti-Fairy World won't ever be in my grasp, but instead, it'll stay in the hands of that idiot. I can't let that happen, so we need to get more power. You may be thinking 'so we're getting more powerful anti-wands', but to that I say nay. Believe me, I've tried that plan enough times to know that anti-fairies cling onto their magic more than they would life itself. Instead, I see that we need an ally! By combining magic, if we get an army, even the most powerful person would be inferior; a classic example of quantity over quality. Granted, quality is still useful, so I narrowed it down to siding with one of the species of the tri-firma. We can't reach any of the other magical species anyway, so it works well.
"Well, that would leave anti-fairies, regular fairies, and pixies. Anti-Fairies are all wusses and they'd never stand up to Anti-Binky, so they're out. Fairies hate anti-fairies so much that they'd never team up with us, even if it is to take down another anti-fairy. That leaves pixies.
"I don't like pixies, but I don't like anything, so that doesn't really matter. What matters is that nobody likes pixies. The only thing they're good for is taxes, and they're outrageous with their prices that it's almost not worth it; key work almost. Their geniuses! The perfect businessman. The perfect partners in crime. All we need to do is befriend them, wanna help me?"
Anti-Wanda smiled. She loosely followed Anti-Cosmo's ramblings enough to know the point of it. "Of course! I'd love to make new friends! I've been told I need to make more, and that the new ones shouldn't be bad role models. Are pixies bad role models?"
Anti-Cosmo shrugged. "I can't listen to an audiobook about them without falling asleep, so there's only one way to find out."
"And what way is that?"
Anti-Cosmo raised his wand. "By going to Pixie World."
Anti-Wanda raised her wand too and they poofed downstairs. Anti-Shnozmo screamed and poofed away when the younger anti-fairies poofed in front of him. "Wow, Pixie World looks a lot like my living room!" Anti-Wanda said, amazed.
"Our magic is too weak to go to pixie world," Anti-Cosmo explained, "But together, we can poof downstairs where my dear brother was placed. I think he'll be back."
Anti-Blonda poofed in front of them. "You can't go to Pixie World!" She protested.
"Why not?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"Yes, sibling of Anti-Wanda, why not?" Anti-Cosmo added. "What's the worst that could happen? The pixies bore us to death with their math? That can't even happen because we're immortal, and we won't even be bored to sleep since it's so bright there. Pixie World is boring, therefore safe, and in turn, is perfectly suitable for us to go to. I fail to see the harm caused, so please, enlighten me why you forbid your poor sister from doing the thing she, at this moment, desires most?"
Anti-Blonda blinked in surprise since she didn't expect an actually sound argument. "Um, well, you're still terrible so you'll probably figure something out."
"Like what? My magic couldn't even poof outside in one motion, so what damage could I do? Also, could you send us to Pixie World? I don't think our original ride's coming back."
The anti-teen sighed. "I don't see why not," She admitted defeat. The wand in her hand raised, but then she glared at the younger anti-fairy "But if anything happens to my sister-"
"Yeah, yeah. I've heard it before. Could you tell my brother that I hate him if he ever shows up again?"
Anti-Blonda glared harder, not liking being interrupted. Her wand glowed blue anyway, and the two anti-children were poofed away.
Anti-Schnozmo reappeared not long after and looked around. "Where'd they go?" he asked
"Pixie World. Also, Anti-Cosmo hates you."
"Okay. Wanna talk or something until they want us to bring them back?"
Anti-Wanda poofed away from him in reply.
"I liked Pixie World better when it was my living room," Anti-Wanda said. Her and Anti-Cosmo were flying above the gray sidewalk. The pixies flying around barely paid notice to them.
"I did too. This is brighter than I thought," Anti-Cosmo complained. He was looking around at the skyscrapers beside him, and stopped in front of the largest building with a giant gray sign above the door that said in bold, times new roman, silver print 'Head Pixie's Department of Evil Doings and World Runnings'.
"Why'd ya stop?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"I just realized that I have no idea where I'm going," Anti-Cosmo said. "Do you think this is it? I think it's the biggest here."
Anti-Wanda shrugged.
Even with his friend's very helpful insight, Anti-Cosmo still wasn't sure. He sighed, "Well if it's not we could always try again." The two of them flew into the building. The pixie behind the front desk was nothing special in the slightest. "We need to speak with the Head Pixie," Anti-Cosmo demanded with bounds of fake confidence.
"Do you have a conference scheduled?" the pixie asked.
Anti-Cosmo smiled at his correct assumption. "Yes," he said.
"Wait here," the pixie said. He poofed away in a gray cloud.
"That was great!" Anti-Wand praised.
"Indeed it was," Anti-Cosmo said.
Little did they know, many stories above the pixie saw completely through their lies. "Sir," he told his boss. The head pixie was much more triangular shaped compared to the square pixies and he wore round wired glasses that showed off his dull purple eyes instead of the usual flat shades. His hat and suit, although identical in design and color, were larger than normal with a gray star floating above his hat. Thin black hair that was starting to grey was hiding under the giant cone-shaped head ornament, but some still peaked out of the sides. "Two young anti-fairies are demanding to speak with you. They're lying about having a conference scheduled. Should I eject them?"
"How young?" the head pixie asked.
"Assumed by their looks, the male is approximately two years and eight days of age and the female is approximately eighty-three years, seven months, and twelve days of age."
Head Pixie tapped his fingers together in lite thought. "One more thing of note," the pixie said, "both of their eyes are uncharacteristic among Anti-Fairies." His boss raised an eyebrow in slight interest. "Rather than the typical red color, the female has pink eyes, the male has green."
"Green?" the head pixie questioned.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"That data is insufficient."
"I see… Send them in."
"Of course sir." The pixie poofed away from his boss and went back in front of the anti-children.
"That was great!" Anti-Wand praised.
"Indeed it was," Anti-Cosmo said. "It's all because of confidence."
"Really?"
Anti-Cosmo shrugged. "I don't know. I listened to this business book once, but I hated it, so I didn't get very far in it. What it kept on saying was 'confidence is the key to success', so I'll fake confidence until I either get kicked out or get what I want."
Anti-Wanda smiled. "I like that plan. Can I do it too?"
"Sure."
"Awesome! What's confidence?"
"It's the feeling or-" Anti-Cosmo started to say, but he was cut short by the pixie poofing back. "I'll tell you later." Anti-Wanda gave a thumbs up in reply.
"The head pixie will meet with you now," the pixie said in his usual tone. He raised the grey circular wand and poofed the two anti-fairies to the room he just came from.
Upon seeing the leader of Pixie World, Anti-Cosmo's eyes shined with excitement. He'd never felt closer to getting the supreme power source he'd always wanted.
Anti-Wanda stared blankly at the head pixie. "Your hat is nice. I wanna hat like that, but I like dark blue better. Can I have a dark blue hat like that?" She asked.
The head pixie ignored her. His focused moved between the eyes of the two anti-fairies before him, until they settled on Anti-Cosmo's. "What brings you here?" he asked emotionlessly. It sounded like he didn't care.
Anti-Cosmo smiled confidently again. "I wish to strike up a deal with you and it all starts with Anti-Binky being in power for far too long. He's a very old, brash, violent, and idiotic leader that does actions on impulse rather than logic. As a logical man, I think that you should see the issue with the leading style." Anti-Cosmo stated pacing in the air as he spoke. "Anti-Fairy World won't last much longer under his tyrannical rule. That is why I have deemed myself worthy for the throne. Every other anti-fairy doesn't have enough bravery to stand up to Anti-Binky," Anti-Cosmo pointed to himself, "but I do.
"The only complication is that I, nor my allies, have enough power to overthrow Anti-Binky. That is why we have come to you, Head Pixie. With the power of the third most puissant wand in existence and a whole army of pixies that listen to you're every word, together we will most definitely succeed in overthrowing the anti-fairien government! It won't cost you much, and in turn, all anti-fairies will be allied with pixies!
"Together, we can take over Fairy World, Earth, then the universe!" Anti-Cosmo laughed evilly. "One would rarely pass up an almost certain promise of half the universe for basically nothing. What do you say? Do we have a deal?" The young anti-fairies' hand was held out to be shook.
The head pixie tapped his fingers together in thought. "Perhaps," he replied. Anti-Cosmo's smile widened. It fell back a little as the leader of Pixie World pushed his hand down. "But, there will be conditions and a contract to make sure all conditions are properly met. There will be no handshakes of agreement until then."
"I wouldn't expect anything less."
"Good." The head Pixie pushed his glasses up. "Now, we need to take a customary blood sample from both you and your business partner."
Anti-Cosmo's confident demeanor was torn down by his surprise. "Wait, what? Why?"
"Do you want an alliance or not?"
"Yeah, but," Anti-Cosmo glanced back at Anti-Wanda, who had been trying to get the other pixie to smile anything while he talked. "Anti-Wanda, are you fine with some of your blood being taken out of you?"
She gave up on her goal with the pixie and looked at her friend, giving a thumbs up. "Sure! I love blood, but Anti-Blonda doesn't let me play with it anymore."
Anti-Cosmo looked back at Head Pixie. "Okay."
Without hesitation, Head Pixie lifted his gray circled wand. A poof appeared right next to Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda, from which came two average pixies with empty needles in their hands. The Anti-Fairies held out their arms for both chambers to be filled with somewhat light blue, thick blood. As fast as they came, the two pixie's and their newly acquired blood poofed out again.
"It'll take five to ten hours until a proper contract can be written up. I will poof you back here when it's finished. Don't leave Pixie Incorporated."
"Ten hours? How long is that?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"Ten hours!? What are we supposed to do here for ten hours!?" Anti-Cosmo questioned simultaneously.
The head pixie ignored Anti-Wanda again so he answered Anti-Cosmo instead. "Young pixies intern for fun," he said. He poofed a pixie uniform on both the anti-fairies, shades and all, then poofed them away.
They reappeared in an office with hundreds of pixies doing paperwork in cubicles. "Intern?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"A student or trainee who works, sometimes without pay, at a trade or occupation in order to gain work experience. I assume we're unpaid."
"What's that mean?"
"Well-" Anti-Cosmo started.
A pixie interrupted him. He looked like most other pixies, but his black hair was a bit longer in the front and styled upwards. "You two are interns?" he asked. "Could you make me plain green tea?"
"You got it," Anti-Wanda smiled. She lifted her bright blue rattle, but instead of poofing up tea, it cued over. "Nevermind."
"Our magic is physically incapable of making tea; it's too fancy for it. We can only poof up water. And minimal amounts of that," Anti-Cosmo explained to his friend. "We'll have to find a tea making thing first."
"The staff's kitchen is down the hall, after a left, after a right, another left, then left, then-" the pixie started explaining. He was cut off by a completely average pixie.
The pixie pushed up his glasses. "You're interns? Get me black coffee."
Another one from a cubical right in front of the last piped in too. "I also request black coffee."
A chorus of other pixies all asking for black coffee came.
Anti-Wanda raised her rattle again, but Anti-Cosmo pushed her hand down. "We can't poof up coffee either. We'll go find the kitchen and assume it has a coffee maker."
"Okay," Anti-Wanda agreed. The two started off to find the kitchen.
Over two hours later, they return to where they started in the office. In that time, they got lost, found the kitchen, made thousands of black coffee's, and distributed it to all the pixies on the floor. Now, they only had two coffee's left. Anti-Wanda handed the one she had to the pixie with upturned hair. "There you go," She smiled.
"I asked for green tea."
"I dunno what tea is, but it is green. Really really really dark green. I like dark colors, and green. Green makes me smile. So do animals. Anti-Cosmo gives me lessons after school on how to kill some Earth animals, and it's real nice." She rambled to the pixie.
As she did that, Anti-Cosmo handed the last black coffee to a pixie floating by. "And for you, my good sir, I have prepared a perfectly bland but bitter batch of a black beverage classified as coffee."
"It didn't ask for coffee."
"Yes, but coffee with my great intuition, I knew you'd want some. I acted upon it before it even became necessary."
The pixie stared at Anti-Cosmo as he sipped his coffee. "I appreciate your work. You're promoted to being a team leader."
"Cool. Do I get paid?"
"No." the pixie said and poofed away.
Anti-Cosmo looked at the cubicle all around him. "Team leader, huh? I'm an amazing leader!" He turned to the pixie closest to him. "You, start tracking the fluctuations in Fairy World's magic supply."
"Why?" the random pixie asked.
"It'll save this company thousands of dollars in the long run, trust me."
"Okay," he complied. Anti-Cosmo sounded like he knew what he was doing, so why question it? The young anti-fairy went to the next closest pixie. "You need to find out the ever wish that was granted by fairy godparents in the last five days."
"But that task was assigned to Miller."
"Miller's fired. Now hurry or you'll be fired for costing the company thousands of dollars with your dilly-dallying."
"Right, sir," the pixie said. He quickly started checking the wishes made by godkids.
"Good," Anti-Cosmo replied. He floated to the next cubicle to spew some more random orders that the pixies will listen to since he is team leader, and his voice, despite being high pitched and childish, has such an important and assertive tone to it.
"And then a huge wall of snow appeared, so I just floated there until all the snow suddenly disappeared," Anti-Wanda continued to tell the pixie with upturned hair. He wasn't really listening though. He watched Anti-Cosmo as he told nonsensical answers to his coworkers.
"How did your friend get promoted straight from intern to team leader?" he questioned.
"If you mean Anti-Cosmo, then I don't know," Anti-Wanda replied. Her eyes shined with excitement at a sudden realization. "Wait, I do know! Confidence!"
"Confidence?"
"Confidence. It's a feeling, and that's really all I know. I also know that Anti-Cosmo has lots of it and is great at it. He's great at everything."
"He's only five. Surely he can't be great at everything."
Anti-Wanda lifted up her glasses since they were starting to fall. "But he is great at everything. And he's older than five. He's two."
"I've worked hard for three thousand years to get to this position. Your intern partner and his 'confidence' is exploiting the flawless system and should be reported."
Anti-Cosmo flew to Anti-Wanda's side before she could say anything in reply. "Good news Anti-Wanda, I got another promotion!"
"Oh boy! What does that mean?"
"It means instead of a lowly and pathetic 0 dollars an hour, my salary has been doubled to an outstanding 0 dollars an hour! I also got moved from being team leader to being foreman."
"Can I get one of those promotion thingies?"
"Well," Anti-Cosmo smiled, "Being a foreman, I can try to work something out."
The pixie glared slightly at Anti-Cosmo through his dark glasses. "Forman is the foreman of this sector and has been for twelve hundred years. You couldn't have possibly taken his position, anti-fairy."
The anti-toddler looked at the pixie beside him then back at his friend. "Who's this?" he asked.
"I don't know. He says you aren't great at everything though."
"My name is Sanderson," the pixie said. "I'm the manager of this floor of Pixie Inc."
Anti-Cosmo floated down so that he was standing on Sanderson's desk and walked to be in front of said pixie. "Well well well, manager you say? And how long did it take you to get this far?"
Sanderson didn't answer, so Anti-Wanda did. "Twelve thousand years," she said.
"It was only three," Sanderson corrected.
A smug smile slowly spread across anti-Cosmo's face. "If you say I'm not great at everything, Pixie, Then I'll show you that I'm infinitely better than you are at your job. What you accomplished in three thousand years, I'll accomplish more than in less than three thousand minutes. And that Forman you mentioned, he was fired since a two-year-old anti-fairy was better at his job than he was. I could only imagine what they would do to a manager if the same thing happens."
"I can always have you fired for not being qualified for a job," Sanderson said. His emotionless voice had a hint of annoyance in it.
The young anti-fairy grabbed the still full coffee cup off Sanderson's desk and started twirling the drink inside. "Oh really? Fire me, if you can." He took a drink of the coffee but spit it back out since it tasted terrible. It was supposed to be an intimidation tactic but since it failed horribly, Anti-Cosmo pretended like nothing happened and swirled the coffee again. "But that's a big if. If my impeccable knowledge of business fails me, and if you succeed in firing me, then Head Pixie himself, who put me here to begin with, will most likely fire you. So I'd hold back on firing me if you know what's good for you." Anti-Cosmo said. He put the cup of coffee down, accidentally putting it on the edge of the desk making it fall off and break. "And you should clean up your office."
Under the dark glasses, Sanderson's glare deepened and followed Anti-Cosmo who floated away with Anti-Wanda by his side.
Hours pass. Anti-Cosmo started seeking out the upper management of the business to get promotions fast, and he kept getting them. From foreman to shift manager to assistant manager right under Sanderson. Since Anti-Cosmo didn't care much about business, he had no idea what he was supposed to be doing, but as he rambled his way up the ranks, his confidence became more and more real. All the while, Sanderson watched Anti-Cosmo fake his way up to his position. When Anti-Cosmo became assistant manager and decided to hang out in Sanderson's cubical, the pixie tried his best to ignore him, even as the child started making crumpled balls out of his paperwork to try and throw it into the trash can. It didn't help that he missed every shot. He was also sitting on the flat grey desk, kicking his legs like a stereotypical kid.
"Shouldn't you be playing business with your anti-fairy friend?" Sanderson asked eventually.
"She drank a lot of coffee and fell asleep. I'll wake her up when HP calls us back in for our deal," Anti-Cosmo answered. He balled up another piece of paperwork, but this time threw it at Sanderson's head instead of the can. It actually hit the target that time. "This is fun. I should have inturned years ago. Maybe if I did my promotions would stop being multiplications and I'll make more than 0 dollars. Well, who needs money anyway, right Sandy?"
"Don't call me that."
"You know, Sandy, when I get home I'm going to add you to my list of people I know: Tolerable to hated. You'll be on the tolerable side. 14th place. How'd you like that? Huh, Sandy?"
Sanderson went back to ignoring him. Not long after a pixie poofed into their cubicle. "Head Pixie disagreed with and pushed the COO in a pit of fire. You are next in line. After a quick interview, we will decide whether to promote you or not."
A small smile came onto Sanderson's face, but it was washed away as soon as Anti-Cosmo shot up off the desk. He floated to his rivaling pixie's side. "As assistant manager, I'm taking this interview too." He stated matter of factly.
"Okay," the interviewing pixie said. "Why do you want this position?"
Sanderson straightened his suit a little. "I've admired the head pixie for 36 thousand years. Being his second in command would mean everything to me. I will follow every command, no matter how hard or nonsensical and will never question the head pixie."
"I want it mostly out of spite," Anti-Cosmo responded.
The pixie nodded and started writing stuff on a notepad. "Describe yourself in five words."
"A hard-working, loyal individual," answered Sanderson.
Anti-Cosmo smiled and crossed his arms with confidence. "A hired COO."
Sanderson rolled his eyes, unnoticed. "That can't possibly be a valid answer," he remarked.
"Anti-Fairy, you're the new COO. Move everything to your new office in the next five minutes." the pixie poofed away.
Sanderson's mouth opened slightly in utter astonishment and dismay. 'How… He's not even a pixie."
Anti-Cosmo floated back onto the desk. "Well, I'm awfully talkative today, so I'll try to make it concise. Confidence is key, and confidence is also a feeling. You should know better than I that pixie's have problems with feelings. If life is a bunch of cages, with your goal being freedom, you pixies spend decades lock picking each cage, one by one. Someone like me can bring out a key and unlock thirteen at a time. Pixies are utterly replaceable. I, on the other hand, am much more unique than I ever wanted to be, and not in a good way, but it's still good compared to you. I'm much less replaceable. Think about that next time before you use the word anti-fairy as an insult. Actually, I don't care about anti-fairies, so think about that next time before you underestimate my power, because I will take over the universe, even if I'm a bumbling buffoon, and I will not listen to one more person telling me I can't. I wish you the worst of luck at your manager job. Now, I'm off to go be the best Commander Office Operator this company has ever seen."
"That's not what COO stands for. That also wasn't concise."
Anti-Cosmo poofed away to his new office as COO.
"Sir, the results are back on the anti-fairy blood. It wasn't a result of the supernatural, a curse, a traumatic backstory, or a problem with the fairy counterpart. The two Anti-Fairies just happen to have both of the alleles for the very recessive and rare non-red eye coloration," a pixie said.
The head pixie floated in thought. "So it was genetics. Fascinating. That's dull enough to be to my liking." He poofed up a full, twenty-page long contract for Anti-Cosmo to sign.
"Another thing," the average pixie said, "Somehow the male anti-fairy got promoted to be COO."
Head Pixie looked at the contract in his hands. "I assume I underestimated him." He poofed the contact so that it was longer and all the words were changed. "For someone with such intricate business knowledge that knows how to go from intern to second in command in the span of seven hours, a contract where we aren't close to equals could ruin our deal of being the almost certain rulers of half the universe for basically nothing. Bring him and his companion in here. Tell them the contract should be to their liking."
The pixie nodded and poofed away. A minute later, Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda poofed into the room. The former was fixing his tie while the later was slouching and rubbing her eyes tiredly.
The head pixie haded the contract to the green-eyed anti-fairy. "You're business skills are commendable. I'm willing to negotiate any changes you wish to make."
Anti-Cosmo nodded. "Yes, I see." He flipped a couple of pages over, closely examining each one. At one point, he lifted up his sunglasses so he could see it directly, but he immediately regretted it and put them back down. "One question, do you have this in an audio form?"
The head pixie raised his eyebrow slightly. "No. Why?"
"Well then, can you read this whole contract out loud for me?"
"Why?"
"Because I like the sound of your monotone voice and want to listen to it for twenty-six pages," Anti-Cosmo lied.
Anti-Wanda yawned. "I thought it was because we can't read."
"That may play a factor in it," Anti-Cosmo mumbled.
"You can't read?" Head Pixie questioned. "That's awfully convenient..." he poofed the contract so it gave the pixie's full control of the whole universe with every anti-fairy, including Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda, to be their slaves. "...since I enjoy reading. It says that if you sign it, Anti-Binky will no longer rule Anti-Fairy World."
Anti-Cosmo crossed his arms. "I don't believe you. Pixies are notorious for their fine print, so I won't sign a thing until someone unbiased towards me reads this."
"Then I guess you won't sign a thing. You're magic is clearly subpar and you're education is obviously lacking. An even deal with you would be the worst decision this company has ever made. Sign this contract right now or you're fired."
The bright blue rattle in Anti-Cosmo's had was pointed triumphantly at Head Pixie. "You can't fire me," Anti-Cosmo said smiling, "Because you never hired me. Same goes for Anti-Wanda. So poof up my brother I guess because we're not threatened."
"You're right. You two were never hired so we don't even need to fill out paperwork." In a cloud saying 'security', the head pixie poofed up two large, muscular, but still dull and boring bodyguard pixies. Each one grabbed an anti-fairy. "This deal is over. Get out of pixie world."
The two pixies poofed outside of the building and threw Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda with all their might, landing the two anti-fairies right in front of the pixelated dull purple bridge directly outside of Pixie world.
"So, are we going to take over Anti-Fairy World or not?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"We'll do that on a later day. The pixies are useless and boring. Although, they made a rainbow bridge just like Fairy and Anti-Fairy world, which I was responsible for, so I practically rule the universe already! I don't want to share half of my precious universe with those blockheads anyways. And if I learned anything today, it's that coffee tastes terrible and that I don't need pixies to be successful, I just need the most powerful magic I can get my hands on."
"If I learned anything today," Anti-Wanda added but didn't say anything afterward.
"Okay then. Moving on, how should we contact our siblings to bring us back home?" Anti-Cosmo asked his friend.
"We could yell really loudly."
"I think we should just float home."
"That works too."
"I need a new COO since that anti-fairy turned out to be a disappointment." The head pixie said.
"The next in line is Sanderson. Do you want to promote him?" a pixie asked.
"Okay."
A/N: And everything worked out in the end. Also, you know how I said last time that the chapters might come out faster? I lied. Anyway, what were you're thoughts on this chapter? Review them. Currently, I don't have any plots involving HP and Sanderson in the future, but I do have pixie plots. If you want HP and Sanderson, too bad. Unless you suggest a story idea that I think would work. Review those too. Till next time.