A Random Congregation of Merlin-like Characters
Merlin stood behind a podium. "The Random Congregation of Merlin-like characters will now come to order. I am Merlin, wizard and advisor to, most recently, Arthur Pendragon, King of the Britons."
"I am Gandalf the White, wizard of Middle Earth and advisor of all the inhabitance, elves, dwarves, river folk, men and hobbits alike," said a man, much like Merlin, but with a large, shiny stick.
"I am Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I also hand out advice when needed."
"Yoda, I am. Jedi of the Force, I teach. Wise, I am called. But, learning, I am yet."
Dumbledore smiled. "Lemon drop, anyone?" He offered everyone the sweets from his back pocket. "I must say, it's a pleasure meeting you all. Especially you, Merlin, it is always exciting to meet a legend."
Merlin smiled. "Thank-you."
"Symbolic, these lemon drops are. Both sour and sweet, they are. Like this, is the Force."
"And the quest to Mount Doom."
"Mount Doom, sounds like somewhere Voldemort would reside," responded Dumbledore, his wise eyes smiling.
"Evil did once reside there. Sauron and his puppet Sauroman were defeated in the Battle of Black Gate, the ruse and deciding encounter."
"I must say, I envy you Dumbledore. Teaching children must be easier than teaching kings. Power corrupts, and swiftly so."
"Ah, but you do not teach the children of your enemies. Thou, I believe you have taught your principal foe, as have I."
"I was good friends with my adversary, until he turned to Sauron."
"Taught young Skywalker the force, I did. Pained and angered, he was. To the dark side of the Force, he crossed. Sorry, I am."
The author watched with increasing boredom. "Next time, the congregation will be less…stable."
Giggle. That was fun and rather low key. Next-up: A Random Congregation of Fops. You know it's gonna be good. Then, A Random Congregation of Angsty Characters.