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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 2:08 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 2:21 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 2:38 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 2:58 am
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Magda felt her shorts buzz and turned around, picking her phone out of her pocket while she eyed the nearby area for any sign of vibrating trolls. When she read the message, she looked up and searched for the dragon dorms - they were visible from her position, but high up on a hill and very fancy looking. She knew that castle-like dorm building, with all of it's high peaks and ridiculous structure, would be a perfect hanging out place!
She flapped her wings hard, lifting up into the air. Her flight was slow and languid, so that when she got near the dorms she was able to drift from one window to another. She looked for Malik, and saw too many people who were not Malik, until she finally hit the jackpot. There he was!
She hopped up higher into the air, and flipped around as she dropped in order to catch her clawed feet on the top of the windowsill. This left her hanging upside down just outside his window, which was, in her opinion, a fine example of hanging out.
"Hello, Malik!" She called out from outside of his window.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 3:15 am
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Well that had been unexpected. Malik had to steady himself from the shock of Magda suddenly appearing in his window, hanging upside down nonetheless. He hadn't expected her to get there so fast, but now that he realized it was actually her he scrambled towards the window trying to open it as his minis bustled around his feet.
"Yes, yes we have a visitor," he grumbled to them, trying not to step on them as he pushed open the window for her. "H-hello. I honestly didn't expect you to use the window," he laughed, helping her through it. With her giant wingspan he was worried she may get stuck. Sir Reginald perched on Malik's shoulder, staring Magda down as he helped her in.
"I know my room isn't the most interesting of places, but hopefully you won't be too bored. If you do get bored we can always change locations."
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 3:26 am
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Magda flourished dramatically when he opened the window, but her excitement soon turned to confusion when he tried to pull her inside. She did not seem willing to go at first, but if Malik wanted her inside of the room, instead of hanging outside of his window, then she felt the urge to comply.
"What's wrong?" She whispered, as she shimmied her way in and popped her wings through behind her, one by one. "Didn't you want to hang out? Or, oh, are there low beams on your ceiling?" She craned her head up to look for them.
"Why would I get bored in your room?" She finally answered, turning her head back down to look at him. "You're in it. Oh, precious little ball of fluff, hello friend!" Her attention had been caught by Sir Reginald. "What's your name?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 7:51 pm
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She couldn't speak for the professor, but she had met her in passing enough to make a guess. She shrugged noncommittally. "Seemed like she wasn't the type to mind, but I would ask her first too, just to be sure. I don't want you getting in trouble for me." Still, Magda seemed to covet the book, pressing her hands across it with interest. "Or I could just sit in your room all day and read it here. Ha! Don't mind me, I'm just part of the scenery. I'm absolutely positive that won't get awkward at all!"
She finally gave him back the book, and let her hands fall idly to her side.
"I love every story." She informed him quite seriously. "Stories are the very best things there are in this world. You can make an entire world just by telling a story. You can even make life! That's what we are, don't you think? A scary story?" She'd already lost her focus, and was looking at the other books. "I probably have a lot of things that would be considered hobbies, but reading is my very best favorite thing. A good book and a good imagination can take you anywhere. But sometimes I'd like to go places and make memories of my own, too. Like this place, for example!"
She took in a deep breath, and savored the moment. "There. A memory worth retelling."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 7:03 am
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"That is...actually very insightful. I'd never thought of it that way. Thank you for sharing that," Malik smiled, placing the book back in its spot on the shelf. Magda was far more creative than he could ever really hope to be, and just a very intelligent ghoul over all. He felt bad forgetting that sometimes, but luckily she was always there to surprise him and remind him. He really envied her creative mind and wished he could think the same way, but years of his parents expecting different things from him had killed a lot of his creativity. Maybe he could slowly get it back, little by little. It was worth a shot, and with Magda around it would be easier. At least he thought so anyway.
"We should write our own book or something. Make fantastical stories. It would be fun," he joked, playfully nudging the taller ghoul.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 11:28 pm
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Malik's joke was not taken as one, because it was clear by the look of overwhelming joy on Magda's face that she thought this was the best idea ever. "Malik, we should! We could write the most wonderful story ever written. It would have everything, just, just everything in it! Pirates, ghosts, sea witches, scareling armies, talking mushrooms, a flying cat, some singing flowers, and oh, oh it would all be so real, it would be like - "
She realized where her thought was leading her before she'd actually said it (a trait that did not always manage to save her in time, but it did for once, and for that she was glad). Her cheeks turned a dark hue of blue, and she put her hands on her mouth to muffle the giggle that started to escape.
"But of course they wouldn't be, because it would be on paper, and only in our imaginations." Imagination, in the hands of a child of Wonderland, became reality far too easily. She did not want him to get the wrong idea, here. Because she just had, and it set her to giggling in a way that refused to stop.
Still, frantic giggling was par for the course. She was, after all, just a touch mad.
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