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Started February 07, 2018 by @remarkab.le

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There's an entire meme franchise about Hagrid telling Harry that he's a wizard!

Lol I was temped to actually name my lizard Harry so I can say "Harry, yer a lizard." Instead his name is Dominic

unfinished chapter

A young man stepped into the building. He was wearing a dark suit. It was decorated with intricate patterns, and was ironed perfectly. His body was adorned with silver jewelry that wasn’t too flashy, but was enough to catch somebody’s eye if he walked down the street.
He didn’t blend into his environment too well. The man was standing with perfect posture in the entrance of a small convenience store, where the paint was peeling off of the walls and the air smelled like gasoline and cigarettes. A woman at the counter had been staring at him for some time, brow scrunched as if she was concentrating.
“Need something?” she [ayy tumblr] She was surrounded by pots of wilting plants and flowers. The woman used one hand to fiddle with the shriveled and stiff petals of a rose, the other to tap her nails slowly on the wooden counter. The man met her gaze.
“I’m okay,” he said. She stared at him suspiciously for a few more moments before turning away from him.
“Alright, well I’ll be in the back room. If you need me, just yell.” The man nodded, stepping forward. He scanned the small store, searching for something useful. A lot of the shelves were mostly empty, candy bars scattered here and there. The only thing that seemed to be fully stocked was the front counter. It was littered with personal items, cigarette ashes, and dead plants. The man frowned at the mess, about to turn away when something caught his eye.
On the shelf behind the counter was a compact mirror. It sat open, framed with gold and the glass reflecting the light. He stepped toward it quickly. That was exactly what he was looking for.
He leaned to the side, peering into the back room. The woman was shuffling through some papers, humming quietly to herself. He smirked, walking behind the counter and reaching up for the mirror. He swiped it off the shelf, smiling to himself.
It was cold and a bit heavy in his hands. The man snapped it shut, slipping it into the front pocket of his jacket and turning to leave, his small smile turning to a beam. He had finally succeeded in getting his hands on a dimensional mirror.
Suddenly, he felt a harsh tug on his hair. He yelped, feeling himself get pulled back away from the door. He heard a voice behind him.
“Where do you think you’re going with that?” it said. The grip on his hair was released, and he spun around to face the woman that had been behind the counter before. He tensed, backing away from her. She stepped toward him.
“What, with this?” He said, pulling the mirror out from his pocket and holding it up for her to see. She immediately lunged forward and tried to snatch it from his hand, but he held it up out of her reach. She jumped up, but still couldn’t touch it. He smirked down at her. “Having a bit of trouble, shorty?”
“Shut it, blondie,” she growled. He chuckled, waving the compact around above her. The woman glared up at him, tying her strawberry blonde hair back in a messy bun. Her grey-green eyes glittered with anger and mischief, and the smallest of smiles tugged at the corners of her lips. The man blinked, confused.
She then grabbed his tie with one hand and pulled herself up. She braced her other hand on his shoulder and pushed her body up to reach the mirror. The woman grabbed it from him, then let himself drop back down the wooden floor.
The man was speechless. It had happened so fast, he wasn’t sure what to do or say. She smiled at him, putting the mirror in her pocket and placing a hand on her hip.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to steal personal things from people you’ve just met?” She asked, tilting her head to the side, holding her hand out. “I’m Amber[Lumic], by the way. I own this store.”
“Nice to meet you,” the man replied hesitantly, shaking her hand. Amber smiled at him. Her soft pink lips contrasted her smooth porcelain skin. Her face was edged with perfection, as if it had been produced in a factory. The only thing that seemed to be in the way of that was the thick scar that ran from the arch of her eyebrow to the corner of her mouth.
Amber blinked. “Are you going to tell me your name?” she asked. He thought about that for a moment.
“No, probably not.”
“Fair enough. Can I ask why you were trying to steal a personal item of mine?” She said, holding up the compact mirror. He looked over at it, and felt the urge to reach out and grab it.
“Do you know what it is?” he asked, gaze not straying from the mirror. Amber chuckled.
“Of course I know what it is. It’s mine, after all.” The man nodded. “It let’s a sentient being travel to parallel dimensions. I just can’t figure out why you need to do that.”
The man glared at her, stepping back. “Of course you wouldn’t know, we’ve only just met,” he said. His body began to emit transparent gold flames. They were soft and barely visible, but Amber had noticed them. She tilted her head curiously, trying to figure out what they were.
“Can’t you at least humor me? You tried to steal my mirror, so you owe me something,” she pointed out, turning away from him. She walked around the back of the counter, entering the back room. “Get back here and answer some questions for me, and I might consider forgiving you!” she called to him. He cautiously made his way to the back of the store to meet her.
There were more dead plants and flowers in the back room than he could count. Some of them still held on to a bit of vitality, while others looked as if they were about to crumble to ashes. He felt a chill looking at it.
“Don’t worry about that,” Amber said, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder. He jumped a bit, looking at her. “It’s just Dark Magic. We drain the life force of plants and convert their energy to perform spells and whatnot.”
“Dark magic… ” he repeated, voice low. “I believe I’ve heard of that before, but I’ve never really seen it.” Amber’s eyebrows raised.
“Really? It’s everywhere in this city.” Amber pointed up at the lights. “We use it for things as basic as electricity,” she paused, picking up a wilted flower from a table, “to raising the dead.” She pressed her thumb and forefinger to the bottom of the stem. Green flames wrapped around the flower, licking at the petals. Slowly, it gained its vitality.

@RedEeveestar then he would be a "lizard wizard"

Lol yess that would've been perfect

I know what I'm naming my next lizard now

I'm the only person in the world who's never read Harry Potter.

Nah, I haven't read it either lmao

IM NOT ALONE
whispers I've always felt like an outcast among other readers

Same honestly. Everytime somebody finds out that I've never read Harry Potter it's like they look at me like a different person XD

Yes. Yes. Yes.
It's like some sort of hidden cult only readers go to and Harry Potter is the main theme.
"Wait. You're not a part of this. This whole time-"
"I read."
"But, but, but…"

Loll so true

It's like you're expected to read it. Harry Potter is like the god of books. (And Narnia, but that's another conversation.)

((Off topic: Want to see the biggest rock in the eastern USA?
Forty Acre rock South Carolina.
IT'S SO BIG))

The fact that people pressure me to read Harry Potter has made me not want to read it at all

I know. If the fandom is that messed up then, what good are the books? Why drag yourself into that drama.
I'm keeping to what I have. No use starting a what, eight-year-old book series that has mostly been spoiled by everyone and is too long to get into now.

MiBoiSycore I remember my mom read the books aloud to my brother and I when we were little but we stopped partway through one of the books (the fifth??) because it was moving too slowly and we were bored. I barely remember them and I haven't read them on my own since. Everyone always seems so scandalized when I say I haven't really read the books. It's like a crime or something.

@Francis Yep, book five moves pretty slowly.
I read the Harry Potter series in maybe 5th grade? It was good but not as good as Lord of the Rings/the Hobbit

@Mindful_Bison I haven't read those either. Or seen the movies. Oops?

"Maam, do you have your license?" The officer barked.
What was this? What did i do? "What?" I squeaked.
"Do you have your license?" He repeated.
"Yes." I fumbled through my bag and handed him the card. "Here sir."
His eyes bugged. "Hey rookie, come see this." He called to the other cop.
A younger man walked over. "Yessir?"
"This is the worst crime ever committed. If you ever see this, report it immediately." The younger one only nodded. What did i do? What's going on? Why am I being arrested in a library?
"W-what did i do?" I asked.
"You never read the Harry Potter series. Maam, come with me." He took me by my arms and dragged me out of the library. "No- no my books!"
"They're worthless."

XD

I read a couple pages of the first book once (for both Harry potter and Lord of the rings), but then I got bored cause there were a ton of pages (and I was young and had attention span of a flea). But my brother and Dad watched all the movies with me around, so I got to see all those.

i looked up the attention span of a flea and found it was 30 - 90 days… my dude you have the longest attention span ever

Really? Woah, I didn't know it was that long. I more have the attention span of a goldfish then, lol (This one I actually looked up to double check, and it's apparently 9 seconds. Which is pretty accurate for me, lol).

i spent 20 minutes laughing my ass off when i found that.

Actually my lang. arts teacher tells us every day that scientists say humans now have an an attention span of less than a goldfish.