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Majesty is overrated by magicia
Majesty is overrated
Just a brief reminder to all that even the most majestic creatures can be quite silly at times.


(One of my older pictures that I recently discovered and decided was clean enough to post)
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“So you’re the famous Harry Potter eh?”





Harry eyed the older student that was staring at him expectantly. “I suppose I am. I’ve never gone by any other name after all.” This wasn’t strictly true, but the other students wouldn’t know that. Jeanne had cooked up more than one identity for Harry over the years, though most were benign.





“So what in the name of Merlin are you doing in our house?” The student demanded.





Harry shrugged. “It’s what that hat wanted. He eyed the wall behind the student. “Though I gotta say, if a magic wall is the extent of this house, then I’m definitely not impressed.”





The other boy flinched. “How did you-“





Harry cut him off. “It’s rattling, which if I remember the history book right, means it wants the password in the next minute or it’ll drop you down a trapdoor.”





The older boy whipped around and snapped out, “Fair fortunes!” The wall let out a grinding noise and slid open revealing a set of stairs leading down.





When he crossed his arms and did nothing else, Harry sighed and turned to the rest of the crowd of first years. “This, obviously, is the entrance to the Slytherin common room. It’ll only open with the password, which, of course, you shouldn’t give out to the other houses.”





Before he could say anything else, a low voice seemed to emanate from the common room. “Enston. Stop making a scene and let them in. Now.”





The boy flinched. “Yes sir. Everybody in!”





Harry smirked and decided to have a little fun. He drew a sigil and stepped in Purgatorio. Then he meandered down after the others.



~***~





The common room was green, almost to a fault. This was mostly due to the windows, which were apparently set under the lake, thus casting a strange green tint over everything. Aside from this, and the great fire roaring in the oversized grate, the room looked a bit like something out of an outdated home decoration magazine. Several overstuffed chairs were scattered about the room, and large sofas dominated all four walls. There was also however, a disturbing amount of snake symbols spread throughout.





Harry turned away from a particularly large example set over the fireplace as someone at the front of the room started speaking. “Welcome to Slytherin house. As many of you are aware, our house has a very…sour reputation.” The figure turned, apparently surveying the crowd. “I am your head of house, Professor Snape.”





Seen from Purgatorio, Professor Snape didn’t exactly cut an impressive figure, given that he was mostly translucent. He was tall, and his outfit reminded Harry of nothing so much as a bat at rest. Given his menacing tones, Harry was betting the effect was intentional.





“While you are here, you will abide by the house rules. You will have a curfew in effect, and I will know if you do not follow it. There are to be no duels, and no magical fights in the common room, for your own safety. As you can see, our common room is under the lake, and damaging the windows could have disastrous consequences.” Snape did another one of those turns, and Harry abruptly realized that he was looking for him but trying not to make it very obvious.





Harry grinned and leaned against a wall. Snape could search all night and not find him. He was more interested in finding the Umbra quarters anyway.





This proved to be somewhat less than difficult. There was a large portrait of an infernal hanging on the wall behind Snape, directly between the hallways that led to the dormitories. There was even a large crescent moon set into the wall above it. Upon closer inspection, Harry realized the Infernal was Madama Khepri, who had been the partner of his mother’s mother. Harry had never met the Infernal before, though he had seen some pictures in the Legetmeton.





Harry was jerked back to the present when Snape suddenly said briskly, “That will do for tonight. Before you adjourn however, we seem to be missing a student.” One of the students, Enston, Harry remembered, flinched and started looking around.





Harry sighed and taking pity on him, drew a sigil and stepped out of Purgatorio. Many people jumped, as Harry seemed to have appeared out of thin air. “You were saying?”





Outside of Purgatorio, Professor Snape turned out to be the professor that had been eyeing him at dinner. He was doing so again, but this time it was more like someone looking at a bug on the bottom of their shoe. “Potter.” He practically spat the name. “Why are you not wearing your robes?”





Harry shrugged and walked towards the portrait of Khepri, Snape swiveling to watch him. “I refuse to wear them. They’re an insult to the Umbra.”





Khepri crossed her arms and nodded, making several people start whispering. Apparently her painting had never moved before.





Snape’s expression did not change. “And what precisely do these Umbra have to do with you?”





Harry snorted. “Ask Madama Khepri. Better yet, ask my mother and my aunt.”





One of the first years piped up suddenly. “Your mum is the scary one in the black suit isn’t she? That’s what you said at dinner.”



Harry grinned. “Yes that’s her. Though she’s really not all that scary.”





Someone in the back coughed. “Says you.”





Harry’s grin widened. “True. But then I know her. I have more to fear from Muncher than her.”





“Muncher?” another student asked.





“My pet. He’s a Chain Chomp.”





There was a low grinding sound as the common room wall slid open. What followed was a distinctive jangling noise coupled with a rhythmic thudding that even had Snape looking confused.





Harry smirked. “Speaking of which.” There were several gasps and more than a few whispers as the Chain Chomp bounced into view, the crowd parting for it. Harry leaned down and rubbed the top of its head, still smiling. “Hey boy. How’d you get down here on your own?”





The chomp gave one of its strange low barks.





Harry frowned. You sound hungry. Haven’t you been fed yet today?” When the chomp growled, Harry laughed and punched several bricks out of the wall. “Here, you need more minerals anyway. The chomp barked and bit down on the bricks with a grinding crunch.





As it chewed noisily Harry gave it a gentle pat. “This is Muncher. He’ll eat anything, and that’s not an exaggeration. He’s also not all that fond of strangers, so if you want to pet him or something don’t try it without me, my mom, or my aunt there.”





Snape scowled. “If the creature is that dangerous, it cannot remain in the confines of the school. Students must not be put in danger.”





Harry fixed him with a scowl. “Yes, because everyone’s cats and owls tolerate anyone near them and never get territorial.” Snape’s expression went blank, and several people snickered. “Leave him be, and he’s not much of a threat.” Harry paused. “Well, so long as you watch your toes. He likes to nibble. Any questions?”





“Yeah. How’d you punch a brick wall?”





Harry shrugged. “Oh I’m just stronger than I look.”





At this Snape seemed to come back to himself. Aiming his wand at he wall he muttered a spell that restored the bricks. Then he turned to face Harry. “Rest assured, we will be having a discussion later.” He promised. “Do not damage the common room again. It is not an area for rough-housing. You are a wizard-“



“Witch.” Unlike any of the other infernal’s he’d met, Khepri’s voice had a distinct buzz to it, one strong enough to cut through Snape’s lecturing tone.





Harry grinned. “She’s right. We don’t use that term. Male Umbra are still witches.” With a shudder, he said, “I’d make a terrible Lumen Sage.”





“I should hope not.” Madama Khepri scowled, which only enhanced her resemblance to a beetle. “Do not even joke, son of Cereza. Their grasp is not for you.”




 



“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Harry assured her.





“What in the name of Merlin are you speaking?”





Growing annoyed, Harry let out a growl and whirled to face Snape. “Enough questions. I already told you, you want to know more about the Umbra, ask my mother.”





“Now see here-”





“Silence interloper!” Madama Khepri seemed to have become fed up herself, as she said it in English. “His secrets are not for you to learn!” the buzz of her voice manifested much more strongly in English. Switching back to Enochian she said to Harry, “This one likes to stick his large nose where it doesn’t belong.”




 



“I had guessed as much.” Harry grinned. “Do you guard the Umbra quarters then?”




 



Madama Khepri smiled back, showing her teeth. “I do. One of the castle servants brought your possessions in earlier. Apparently the area needed dusting.” There was a loud click and her portrait swung inward. In English she said, “Do come in my dear, and mind the steps. It’s a long drop.”





Harry leaned through the portrait hole. “No kidding.” He turned around. “Muncher! Here boy!”





The chomp, which had been bouncing around the chairs nearest the fire, barked and made it’s way over to him. Harry grinned and picked it up. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.” Over his shoulder he said, “Night all.” He jumped and landed several feet down the spiraling staircase, Khepri’s portrait snapping shut behind him.





There was what sounded like a muffled argument before something resembling a snarl sounded, followed by the noise of someone, most likely Snape, stomping away.





~***~



Aside from the fact that they bore obvious signs of long disuse, the Umbra quarters were quite nice. There was a roaring fire going in the main area, which looked like a more tasteful version of the common room, done mostly in black. There were also a series of rooms through a hallway, each of which had a luxurious looking four poster bed. The room closest to the main room had his trunk in it. There was also note on the bedside table denoting breakfast times.





Harry grinned and flopped down on the bed. “I think I might like it here after all.” From its place on the floor, the chomp barked and went to sleep.





~***~



What a waste of time. Bayonetta inspected her nails while she waited for the last of the professors to return to the great hall. The Headmaster had requested a staff meeting before bed. She suspected it was mostly so she and Jeanne could introduce themselves.





There was a slam, and a sallow looking man with a large nose blitzed into the room, looking like some kind of oversized bat.





“Ah, Severus, thank you for joining us.” The headmaster sat up in his seat at the end of the table. “I trust your students are settled in well?”





“Potter is going to be an issue, but otherwise yes.”





“Yes I noticed he wasn’t wearing any robes.” This came from a witch with a bun, dressed in tartan.





“He claims they’re an insult to the Umbra. He also claims to be one.”





The headmaster shook his head. “Impossible. The Umbra witch clan died out over five hundred years ago. There hasn’t been an Umbra witch here at Hogwarts in nearly the same amount of time.”





Bayonetta smirked internally. Shows what you know.





“Besides,” He continued, “There’s no way his aunt would ever have exposed him to their ways.”





Here Severus locked eyes with Bayonetta. “He also claims that you are his mother.”





Bayonetta smirked. “That’s correct. For almost ten years now.” She sat up straight. “I adopted him quite some time ago.” She fixed her gaze on the headmaster. “I don’t pretend to know everything, but I certainly know you, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Granted, the last time I saw you was just after halloween nearly ten years ago.”





Dumbledore frowned. “We have never met.”





Bayonetta stood and flicked her hand, drawing one of her guns. She used it to adjust her glasses before pointing it at the door. A quick squeeze of the trigger had a heart shape crunched into the wood. In the ringing silence that followed, she said, “I was there. I certainly didn’t bother to speak with you, but I was there. Let me give you a little refresher.” She turned to face him. “Dear Mrs. Dursley, this is your nephew, Harry James Potter, born the thirty first of last July. I regret to inform you of the passing of your sister Lily and her husband, James.”





Dumbledore looked slightly ashen. “You were there the night he was given to them.”





Bayonetta whirled. “Forced on them, you mean. You certainly didn’t wait around to see if she actually wanted him. Which she didn’t. She was more than happy to give him up.”





“He was her only nephew! Had it been her son, Lily would have been delighted to raise-”





Bayonetta held up a hand. “I don’t pretend to know either of them, but shared blood does not always equal familial love. She felt he was better suited with me.” She paused. “In fact her exact words were, “He’s probably better of with you anyway. You and the rest of those freaks.” She waved the gun at Dumbledore, grinning as most of the professors drew wands. “She certainly wasn’t enamored of you lot.”





The headmaster had gone a strange shade of white that put her in mind of badly mixed ice cream.





From her seat, Jeanne suddenly spoke. “Stop hiding in the shadows Luka, and just come inside.”





There was a grunt, and Luka slid out from behind the open window. Somewhat grumpily, he said, “How’d you even know I was there?”





A jet of red light launched at him. Bayonetta scowled and threw out a hand. There was a thrum of noise, and Madama Butterfly’s hand suddenly appeared in front of him, catching the jet of magic and tossing it up and down like a ball. Then it hurled the spell out the window. There was a distant explosion, and a yowl from several cats.





“Don’t do that again.” Bayonetta snapped. “And your hat jingles Cheshire.”





Luka adjusted the hat and grinned. “You like the hat.”





“It does suit you.” Jeanne said. “What are you doing here though?”





Luka grinned. “I was in the country already. Figured I’d drop by to say hello, and drop off a little present I picked up for Harry.” He handed a box to Bayonetta, then fist bumped Madama Butterfly’s hand. “Thanks for the save, Madama.” The hand gave him a thumbs up. “So this is Hogwarts. I gotta say, I’m not impressed. It’s got nothing on Vigrid.”





Bayonetta scoffed. “Vigrid was built up on religious sycophants and good deal of lies and slander. This place simply seems to be built to location specifics.”





“Fair enough.” He jerked a thumb at the headmaster. “This the guy?”





Jeanne frowned. “If by that, you mean the one responsible for Harry’s original placement, then yes.”





Luka huffed. “Not impressed by that either. He glanced around, settling on the witch in tartan, who still had her wand out. “You must be the Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall.” When she blinked, he grinned. “You should put that away.” He indicated her wand. “Bayonetta could thrash you nine ways to next Sunday.”





When McGonagall looked mildly affronted, he shook his head. “She’s an Umbra witch, and so is Jeanne. You’ve got nothing on them.”





McGonagall kept her wand focused on him. “Who are you?”





“Luka, journalist extraordinaire.” He executed a slightly mocking bow. Then he turned to Bayonetta, summarily ignoring her. “Are you sure about this?”





Bayonetta scowled and sat back down in her chair. “Not entirely. This place reeks of Paradiso and Inferno. Rodin says the lake leads downstairs. He didn’t know where the upstairs is.”





Luka crossed his arms. “My guess is the forest. According to local legend, it’s been forbidden to enter even before the castle was built. And it’s apparently one of the only areas that haven’t had much in the way of development around here. Sounds like prime real estate for them.”





“Ancient and unspoiled, that would do the trick.”





“Now what’s this about the Dursley’s? I haven’t heard that name since I had Petunia Dursley sign the guardianship transferral papers ten years ago.”





Bayonetta snorted softly. “I was just informing the dear Headmaster here about his inaccurate information about Harry.” She frowned. “Though I did hear a Dudley Dursley get called during the sorting ceremony. He ended up in Slytherin, I think.”





“Bet that letter went over well at home.”





Bayonetta sniffed. “Like a wingless rock, most likely.”





Finally, one of the other professors midway down the table broke in. “You can’t seriously be Umbra Witches. They died out centuries ago.”





Bayonetta huffed and hopped back on the table. “PDEE BURMA!” there was a thrum, and a whirlwind of hair erupted from her, making her vanish from view. The room shook as a massive portal opened, and Madama Butterfly towered into being.



Jeanne sniffed somewhat haughtily. “Care to say that again? Or do you need to see Madama Styx as well?”





A professor in a turban halfway down the table fainted dead away.



You're an Umbran Harry! CH8
PDEE BURMA is apparently the actual summon for Madama Butterfly. (I thought it was E VARMA) and it seems to mean first elder.

We'll see a much more in depth conversation between Bayonetta, Jeanne, and Dumbledore next chapter, as well as Slytherin's reaction to Umbra things in general, and get into classes. (Plus you'll see what Luka got Harry ;)
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The day of love was fast approaching, and most of the divine pantheon was getting into the spirit of things. At least Jack Frost thought so.


 


Roughly two weeks before the day, he met the Goddess of Love face to face for the first time. She had apparently come to confer with Lady Palutena, as it seemed that more of the humans tended to pray to her rather than the love deity. (This was clearly something that vexed her, though she hid it well, only saying that it made it more difficult when they took their love problems to someone else.)


 


Aphrodite it seemed, was an effervescent sort, as she pounced on Jack almost as soon as she realized who he was. “Jack Frost! Darling!” She enveloped him in a hug that immediately had him trying very hard not to freeze her in retaliation. He doubted Lady Palutena would have approved. “Goodness! I’ve been wanting to meet you for ages!”


 


Free of her arms, Jack took a moment to compose himself. Somewhat shakily, he said, “You-you have?”


 


Aphrodite burst out laughing. “Of course! Love and snow go together hand in hand, after all! Huddling together for warmth in a cozy shop, sliding straight into that special someone, it’s practically magical.”


 


Then she got a rather disturbing glint in her eye. “But you’ve been living here in Skyworld for a long time now! Surely you must have seen someone who catches your eye!”


 


To his horror, Jack felt himself blush, cheeks icing blue. “W-well, I kinda have been looking at someone.”


 


Aphrodite lit up at this and launched forward, grabbing his hands. Ignoring his resulting flinch, she bounced on the soles of her feet. “Who?!”


 


“W-well, he-”


 


Thankfully Palutena arrived before he had to say any more. Before he could fully process it, she had distracted (and removed) Aphrodite from him. As she led her away, Jack breathed a sigh of relief.


 


~***~


 


Much later in the day, Lady Palutena caught up with him. “I’m sorry about that Jack. I hadn’t realized she’d already arrived until Pit told me she’d caught you.”


 


“Is she always like that?”


 


The goddess sighed. “Yes, but not usually to this degree. It’s really only this bad when it’s closing in on Valentines day. Something about the increase in prayers and the general mood causes her to ramp things up. It’s not really her fault.”


 


“It’s okay. She just came on kind of strong.” Left unsaid was that thing he was really objecting to was her very hands on attitude. Aside from Pit, Lady Palutena was perhaps the only other person who could touch him without sparking some kind of reaction.


 


Palutena gave him a look. “I think you might be understating again. Just remember she means well.”


 


“Yeah. She got all excited when I said that I did have my eye on someone.”


 


Palutena smiled. “She’s quite enthusiastic about her job.” She paused. “You are planning on confessing to that special someone aren’t you?”


 


Jack shrugged. “I-I don’t know that I even have a clue how to go about it.”


 


Palutena smiled. “I think you just need some confidence. Maybe you should watch how the humans do it.”


 


As this tended to be a standard solution from Lady Palutena for many of what she termed Jack’s “Mortal Problems”, Jack was unsurprised to hear it. This did not make it any less of a valid notion however.


 


As he turned to go, Palutena suddenly spoke. “Jack.”


 


“Yes, Lady Palutena?”


 


She smiled. “If it comes from the heart, You’ll have little to fear.”


 


With that cryptic advice, she left, still smiling.


 


It didn’t occur to Jack until much later that she obviously knew about his own object of desire.


 


~***~


 


Several days of observation yielded little, aside from the fact that most humans liked to present flowers to their significant others.


 


On the fourth day, Viridi caught him at it.


 


“Why are you watching those hairless apes? They’re good for a laugh once in a while, but that’s about it.”


 


When Jack bit his lip, she sighed. “Let me guess, Palutena put you up to this?” When Jack nodded, she scowled. “I know she says humans are closest to the gods, but not everything they do has a parallel to us.” Ignoring Jack’s halfhearted protest that he wasn’t a god, she plowed on. “Besides, you’re supposed to be above them, you know that.”


 


“Lady Palutena says I was human once too.”


 


Viridi waved a hand dismissively. “Yeah, but you got better. Why were you watching them anyway?”


 


Unsure how to answer, Jack settled for a roundabout response. “I met Aphrodite a few days ago.”


 


Viridi’s expression changed to something resembling sympathy. “Oh geeze, you met her in full Valentine’s mode, didn’t you?”


 


“Lady Palutena said she’s not always like that.”


 


“She’s not, but that doesn’t make her any less of a hassle to deal with.”


 


“Hassle?”


 


Viridi rubbed the back of her head, looking annoyed. “She thinks it’s cute to make random animals fall in love and mate. Never mind that I take my animal husbandry very seriously. Her last creation was the Jackelope. I had a hard time explaining that one to Gaea.”


 


“Was she angry?”


 


Virdi grinned. “Nah. She made the Platypus by accident herself, so she let it slide. She did have a chat with Aphrodite about it though.” Then she frowned. “I take it you decided to learn more about her holiday?”


 


“Sort of. So far all I’ve really learned is that they like to give flowers to people they like.”


 


Viridi made a face. “Oh yeah, I’d forgotten they do that. They even claim that there’s a language to flowers.” When Jack eyed her, she huffed and snapped defensively, “Don’t look at me! They came up with that nonsense all on their own! They think yellow tulips mean true love, for crying out loud.”


 


Jack frowned. “So far all I’ve seen are roses.”


 


“Eh. Those are classics apparently.” She scowled. “I’m not entirely convinced that the flower giving isn’t one of Aphrodite’s sleeper schemes, but she claims they came up with it all by themselves. The candy giving is all her though.” She put on a higher pitch that sounded remarkably like the love goddess. “A sweet for your sweetie!” she scowled again. “Puh-leeze.”


 


“You don’t sound all that impressed.”


 


Viridi snorted. “I’m a goddess. I’m above all that human stuff.”


 


“Pit would disagree.”


 


“Yeah well, he and Palutena are attached at the hip. At least Pittoo has more sense.”


 


Unable to help himself Jack snorted. “I guess so. He joined your army didn’t he?”



“Darn straight!” Then she blinked and elbowed him. “Hey! Was that a shot?!”


 


When Jack started laughing, she gave him a half-hearted shove, almost dislodging him from the fluffy cloud they were on.


 


Controlling himself, Jack settled for a grin. “So you know why I’m here. What are you doing here, Mistress Viridi?”


 


To his surprise, Viridi reddened slightly. She grumbled for a moment before finally sighing. “Fine, I’ll just say it. I was worried. Palutena contacted me and said she hadn’t seen you in a few days. And the last time that happened…”


 


“Was the volcano incident.” Jack finished. “You know every time I drop off the map is not cause for alarm.”


 


“I know that.” Viridi said shortly. “But you can’t blame me for worrying. When you get in trouble it can be spectacular.”


 


“For the record, I was not the one who even started that mess. That was the spring and summer sprites.”


 


“Yeah and I gave their seasonal masters an earful over what their sprites had been doing under their noses. But you did make the volcano erupt.”


 


“It was self defense! They sent some kind of dragon after me!”


 


Viridi rolled her eyes. “It was a water serpent, and you unleashed a previously dormant volcano on it. Cooked it good too.” She shook her head. “Just…head home and give Palutena some peace of mind. If she’s not worried bout you, then I don’t have to be either.”


 


Jack grinned. “Yes Mistress Viridi.”


 


~***~


 


Ironically, Jack felt that the best advice he got on the situation came from Medusa.


 


It turned out the Goddess of Darkness was prayed to as often as Lady Palutena when it came to love, though for very different reasons. Jack discovered she was the one who had to deal with the jilted lovers, and the ones wishing heartbreak on others.


 


When Jack expressed his surprise, Medusa gave him a toothy grin. “Aphrodite used to do this, but she really doesn’t have the spine for it.”


 


“You seem to enjoy it.”


 


Medusa’s grin widened. “Well, revenge is a personal specialty of mine.” He watched as she sent another curse spiraling down from the heavens. “So your disappearing act was so you could go people watching?”


 


“It wasn’t intentional! I just…forgot.”


 


“Got caught up in your own thoughts you mean.” She shook her head, and one of her snakes hissed at the motion. “Just remember, watching the humans is all well and good, but they aren’t us.” She put her hands on her hips. “None of us ever got anywhere by being shy and retiring. And we certainly never did it by waving around candy and flowers.”


 


Then she gave him a more normal smile. “If you’re confident and be yourself, then there’s nothing to worry about. A little gift might be nice, so long as it’s made from the heart. We did have to make a few bribes back in the old days.” She frowned slightly. “Though it is a little strange the humans celebrate love on a day the man it’s named for was stoned to death.”


 


“What?”


 


Medusa grinned. “Oh yes. You haven’t heard that yet have you?” She smirked and explained, something that lasted well into an hour, and gave Jack serious doubts about human rationale


 


~***~


 


In the end, the job wasn’t as difficult as Jack had imagined it to be. On Valentine’s day proper, Jack went searching, acutely aware that Aphrodite could be somewhere in the temple rafters. (She had proved to have a disturbing propensity for ninja skills, and for following him everywhere.)


 


He found Pit in the gazing room by himself. This by itself was odd, as Lady Palutena should have been there that time of morning, watching the world. Pit was carrying a small box and looked distinctly red. Upon seeing Jack, the blush deepened slightly.


 


“Uh, hi Jack! Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”


 


“I guess so. Seems about average for here. Lady Palutena’s not up yet?”


 


Pit turned redder. “No she’s up. She’s distracting Aphrodite.”


 


Jack blinked. “Distracting Aphrodite?”


 


Pit nodded, wings flexing distractedly. “You saw how she gets. The day of is the worst, and I really didn’t want her commentary when I did this.” He held out the box, looking very nervous.


 


“Pit?”


 


The angel’s blush had returned, full blast. “Would you- would you be my valentine?”


 


Jack opened the box to find a red jewel shaped like a feather. Closer inspection revealed it to be a sort of broach, similar to the one that clasped the shoulder of Pit’s chiton. “Where did you get this?”


 


Pit licked his lips. “I- uh, carved it out of one of my tunic clasps.” He rubbed the back of his head, looking slightly sheepish. I sort of broke a few before I got the hang of it.”


 


Jack smiled and attached the feather to his cloak, watching as Pit’s face brightened. Then he held out the box holding his own present. As Pit unwrapped it, he said, “This makes it a lot easier for me. I thought I was gonna have a real hard time doing this.” Pit held up the snowflake and eyed it. “It’s a clasp too. I made sure it’d never melt.”


 


“It’s warm.”


 


Jack grinned. “Yeah, I learned a new trick.”


 


Pit grinned back and took his hand, smiling when Jack didn’t so much as flinch. “So I was thinking we’d go ice skating today.”


 


Jack frowned. “Can you even keep up with me?”


 


Pit shrugged. “Never done it before, so I doubt it.” He grinned. “Still, there’s a first time for everything, right?”


 


Pit ended up with a lot of bruises, and some very sore knees, but said having Jack’s hand in his made it all worth it in the end.

Feathers and Snowflakes
My entry for the valentines contest at :iconpitlovers: . Sorry for the wack-a-doodle spacing, not sure what caused that.

this is related to my story Child of Light, Where Jack Frost (Of rise of the Guardians fame) is found lost and alone by Lady Palutena, and brought to Skyworld. And yes, Medusa is around again, and as cantankerous as ever.

Aphrodite is mentioned in the uprising game, specifically as the goddess of love, and is apparently responsible for the angel bow. Her main problem is that she tends to have something resembling seasonal effective disorder, but in reverse, and only around her holiday

As for Jack, his time spent wandering the world alone has created something resembling Haphephobia (Phobia of touching or being touched) He's not actually afraid, but his body can't quite process it, being that it went so long without except with Palutena and Pit, who have given him lots of practice with them.

Hope you enjoy everyone!
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I work in retail. Those of you who know me and where i work, (You know who you are) will not be surprised that once again, something unusual happened there today.

It seems that both my best and worst memories tend to have their footholds there.

Today's was certainly not a good one, but I wouldn't rank it as bad either exactly. We'll go with food for thought.

A customer happened to see a gay couple at the store kiss.

I myself am not a big fan of PDA, though this was quite tame. Thus, aside from perhaps a token expression, I pretty much ignored it. (Which I would have anyway. I'm not the type to come up and air my opinion to perfect strangers about their behavior when its something as simple as a little kiss.)

The customer however, must have seen my expression, because she remarked to me, "Those Gay and Bisexual demons have no place in God's world." Apparently she was under the entirely mistaken impression she was speaking to a kindred spirit. (And also had no idea I worked there, I no longer need to dress the part when not on the clock.)

I like to consider myself fairly even tempered. Easy enough to aggravate, (Who isn't one way or another?) but slow to truly infuriate. But I have to admit, that statement struck a nerve.

I responded with, "And yet they are allowed to be born, exist, have sex, have children, and make families without being smited by a bolt out of the heavens."

The customer responded, "They are guarded by Satan's might."

"Are you really trying to tell me that you think Satan is mightier than God?"

Things degenerated after that (On her end) and I just walked away.

It did give me pause, that in this day and age, where Love and Tolerance are supposedly the words of the future, that there can exist such a level of hatred amongst us for one of our own kind. Whatever we do, we are still human beings, unless something changed recently that I'm not aware of. Whatever we have dangling betwixt our legs (or not) doesn't change that.

It is in our nature to leave the family we grew up with to start our own. What difference does it make if it's with another man or woman? If we're happy with who we are and what we have, that's all that really matters, or so I've always thought.

Honestly people, we're stuck on this planet together anyway, let's try to get along. Something tells me that's all the big man up there isreally trying to get us to do.

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Jim
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I am a major nut about Photography, and take many pictures. In my spare time (Whatever that is) I also write.

I am also an administrator on the site Potions and Snitches.net, a Harry/Snape Gen fiction archive, which focuses on the non slash relationships between the two.
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Cold-Creature Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
It arrived TODAAAAY!!! *throws confetti* Which is so lucky- I'm driving outta here in... 3 hours ;3;  
I wish you could've seen my glee- I should've done an unboxing vid- but I had no idea it was your's because it said it was posted within Australia-- ? weird >.>
So I cracked it open- in the post office- cause I'm impatient- and was over the moon when I saw the artbook- I collect them btw -  I have easily 50- but Frozen wasn't in my collection yet!!! ;D Ah, thank you! 

I'm also now using the ribbon from the wrapping to do my hair XDD So it'll travel with me to the UK XDDD
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magicia Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2015  Student Photographer
Yeah I think Customs is to blame for that. I can assure you it shipped from Pennsylvania:D

I'm glad you liked it! ope you had a good birthday, and have a great time in the UK! Woohooooo! :cake:
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Cold-Creature Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Custommss!! *shakes fist*

I had a fantastic birthday thanks--- I'm loving the UK so far- although I have a serious headache from the lack of water on the 12 hours flight--- >.> And customs in the UK scared me to death XDD 
I didn't know the address I was staying at- and was really late to collect my luggage  >.>
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magicia Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2015  Student Photographer
Nothing like a rocky start, lol :D

I distinctly remember the first time I traveled out of state. The hotel had overbooked, the Plane actually went BACK to the runway to pick up people, and then we were stuck on the tarmac at the new airport because another plane broke down and we couldn't taxi in.

After that it went pretty smooth, lol

You gonna see the clocktower?
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xXAMemetic-EngineBXx Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2015  Student General Artist
Hey, did ya get my PM on Fanfiction.net about that fanfic?
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Cold-Creature Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy Birthdaaaaay!!!
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magicia Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2015  Student Photographer
Thank you! It was AWESOME! :D
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Cold-Creature Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Yeah!! What did you get up to? XDD 
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magicia Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2015  Student Photographer
went to see a movie, ate out, the whole nine yards. and Bowling, which is not something I normally do, but hey gotta live a little :D
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xXAMemetic-EngineBXx Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2015  Student General Artist
Yo! You ever read your PMs on Fanfiction.net?
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