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Flora opens the door to her dorm room.
Her room is not there.
Instead, there is some sort of bar.
She eeps.
"What's going on?" she asks no-one in particular.
Well, since nothing bad is happening, she will just come in to investigate.
She's a Ravenclaw. She has a right to be curious.
She comes up to the Bar and says, "Anybody there?"
Hello. Can I interest you in a drink? First one's free.
Flora jumps.
"What? Where did this come from?" she says quietly.
"What? Where did this come from?" she says quietly.
I'm the bar.
Flora stares for a moment and decides to just go with it.
"What kinds of drinks do you have? And why am I here instead of my dorm room? Did I activate some sort of secret passage?"
"What kinds of drinks do you have? And why am I here instead of my dorm room? Did I activate some sort of secret passage?"
I have all of the kinds of drinks. The door to this bar occasionally substitutes itself for other doors on an unpredictable basis. When you depart, you will find yourself in the time and place at which you entered.
"All the kinds? Hmm. Maybe a mug of hot chocolate? With marshmallows? Haven't had any for a while now...
How would that even work? One of Gamp's Laws states that you can't conjure food..."
How would that even work? One of Gamp's Laws states that you can't conjure food..."
Hot chocolate appears.
I am not using the sort of magic to which Gamp's Law applies.
I am not using the sort of magic to which Gamp's Law applies.
Flora sips the hot chocolate.
Her eyebrows shoot up. "This is some of the best hot chocolate I have ever had! Thank you!" Even her exclamations are quiet.
She sips at the hot chocolate some more. "Can us humans learn your sort of magic? Or is it for magical bars only?"
Her eyebrows shoot up. "This is some of the best hot chocolate I have ever had! Thank you!" Even her exclamations are quiet.
She sips at the hot chocolate some more. "Can us humans learn your sort of magic? Or is it for magical bars only?"
It's inherent to being a magical bar, sorry. I'm glad you like the hot chocolate.
"It's really nice. Oh well," says Flora.
The door opens, and Amy bounces through.
"Ooh, ooh, is this another magic thing? I found another magic thing! Whee!" she twirls. "So, what is this magic thing?" Amy asks Flora.
"Hello. This is a magic bar, and its door substitutes itself for other doors at random. The bar can talk, in napkins. And it gives you your first drink for free. Apparently."
The door opens, and Amy bounces through.
"Ooh, ooh, is this another magic thing? I found another magic thing! Whee!" she twirls. "So, what is this magic thing?" Amy asks Flora.
"Hello. This is a magic bar, and its door substitutes itself for other doors at random. The bar can talk, in napkins. And it gives you your first drink for free. Apparently."
I'm a she, says the bar.
Flora gasps and starts apologising profusely. "Oh, I'm so, so sorry, I have never met a magic talking bar before. I hope you'll forgive me, Miss Bar?"
Amy says, "Aww, don't worry, I'm sure Miss Bar won't mind that much! And can I get some kind of fruit juice maybe? Surprise me. Coins can only do very specific things."
Amy says, "Aww, don't worry, I'm sure Miss Bar won't mind that much! And can I get some kind of fruit juice maybe? Surprise me. Coins can only do very specific things."
Just 'Bar', please. And no harm done. Juice appears.
Amy drinks some juice. "Yay, something new for once, thanks M- Bar!"
"What kinds of coins are you talking about?" asks Flora.
Amy explains minting and shows Flora some of her coins. They are bright yellow with glints of orange.
"...Can I mint myself? This seems very handy."
"Sure, here you go," says Amy.
Flora mints herself, then pinches her ear. She gets a triangle that looks like a light pink rose petal. "Oooh!" she exclaims quietly and starts examining it.
Amy asks, "What kind of magic do you have?"
Flora says, "Wixen magic. You have a wand and you cast spells with it, you can also make potions and so on."
Amy makes herself a witch. "What kind of wand do I need? I can make one!"
"I'm not really sure. I know that for best results, a wand needs to be made of a magical wood, contain part of a magical creature, have all the right runes, and have a binding substance, which is usually a potion. Say, Bar, do you sell wands?"
"What kinds of coins are you talking about?" asks Flora.
Amy explains minting and shows Flora some of her coins. They are bright yellow with glints of orange.
"...Can I mint myself? This seems very handy."
"Sure, here you go," says Amy.
Flora mints herself, then pinches her ear. She gets a triangle that looks like a light pink rose petal. "Oooh!" she exclaims quietly and starts examining it.
Amy asks, "What kind of magic do you have?"
Flora says, "Wixen magic. You have a wand and you cast spells with it, you can also make potions and so on."
Amy makes herself a witch. "What kind of wand do I need? I can make one!"
"I'm not really sure. I know that for best results, a wand needs to be made of a magical wood, contain part of a magical creature, have all the right runes, and have a binding substance, which is usually a potion. Say, Bar, do you sell wands?"
I'm afraid I can't sell magical objects.
"Aww. Okay, do you sell books about wands? And books about magic in general?"
I certainly do. Do you have one in mind?
Flora lists some titles for Amy, then realises she could get some for herself, and lists some very obscure specialist books.
Bar provides!
Flora sits down to read immediately.
Amy's stack is rather large. She puzzles over the problem and makes a Bag of Holding.
Amy's stack is rather large. She puzzles over the problem and makes a Bag of Holding.
You will, mentions Bar, run up a tab if you remove those books from the establishment without paying for them.
The door opens. It's some extremely pale girl with black hair and black eyes.
Like, extremely extremely pale.
The door opens. It's some extremely pale girl with black hair and black eyes.
Like, extremely extremely pale.
"Oh. Can I just conjure gems and pay in that?" asks Amy. She doesn't want to leave her books behind.
She spots the pale girl. "Hello there, this is a magic bar! It sometimes happens instead of doors. Like, there was a door and then it happened."
Flora looks up. "I don't suppose you're another kind of magic?"
She spots the pale girl. "Hello there, this is a magic bar! It sometimes happens instead of doors. Like, there was a door and then it happened."
Flora looks up. "I don't suppose you're another kind of magic?"
Yes, you can.
"I... did notice the part where I opened a door," says the pale girl. "Another? As opposed to...?"
"I... did notice the part where I opened a door," says the pale girl. "Another? As opposed to...?"
Amy makes a square and conjures gems.
"We swapped already, so we're both, but, I'm a witch, that is, I have a wand and can cast spells -" Flora levitates one of Bar's napkins, "- Amy's a mint, that is, a person who can make coins, like so, -" she demonstrates a triangle, "- and you have to hurt yourself to make them, but they grant wishes! Including making people into mints. So, do you have any magic?" Flora is smiling now. It's a tiny smile. Still.
"We swapped already, so we're both, but, I'm a witch, that is, I have a wand and can cast spells -" Flora levitates one of Bar's napkins, "- Amy's a mint, that is, a person who can make coins, like so, -" she demonstrates a triangle, "- and you have to hurt yourself to make them, but they grant wishes! Including making people into mints. So, do you have any magic?" Flora is smiling now. It's a tiny smile. Still.
"...Yeah, but it's nothing like that, any of it," says Pale Girl, stepping farther into the bar. "I'm a kama and a hearer and a wizard."