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HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?!

You have isolated your victim to study it at length, seeking to become them. You are nearly satisfied you know your chosen subject, ready to take on its form, leaving the poor soul to rot. You crave bottomlessly to be more, more powerful, more skilled, more inspired, and being them will be so much more interesting.

They will tell you what they think, they will tell you what they feel, they will tell you what they see. Are all these shapes useful? Will they let you know them? Will they tell you more about them?

For you must see more. You have not yet seen enough. You must rise--

--to the occasion at the

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[ white noise and the telltale scratching sounds of a mic on cloth sounds before the picture blooms too-bright white. it refocuses quickly, as the frame wobbles before steadying.

the sky beams blue above, the cold-clear cloudlessness of a winter day. ]

All righ'? Can yeh see me, Wonderland?

[ the impossibly-large man stands back a few paces, almost tottering as he goes. he fidgets, pulling at his rough brown jacket as if somehow magically it'll make it fit. ]

Some o' you may know me, but if not, er-- you can just call me Hagrid. Back at Hogwarts, ehm-- where I work, see, I'm a teacher. [ and doesn't he look proud, pulling at what we'll have to pretend are lapels? ] So I was thinkin', why not just keep on teaching? So, on that note, I have something very special for you today.

[ he steps to the side, mostly out of view of the camera to reveal the ugliest little creature you've ever seen. it sits upon a tree trunk, moaning to itself as tears stream down its face. ]

Ain't it beautiful? Never though I'd see one with my own two eyes. This is called a Squonk. Pitiful little things, they are. You've got to be careful, or they'll cry themselves to nothin'.

[ and it seems that now that he's been exposed to the world, the squonk gets more liquid with every passing second... ]

[Archer peers into the feed. The man's size and height seems intimidating, but Archer doesn't seemed to be too impressed by even the creature on screen. He bites down the urge to wrinkle his nose, but one raised eyebrow is his only facial reaction to the creature. It seemed to be crying...

He clears his throat.]

What purpose does this creature serve?

[So far, it seems to be only an annoyance to the Servant's ears.]

Purpose?

[ for a moment, hagrid's steam wavers. the purpose, he thought, had been very clear. he stutters for a moment, struggling to find words in answer to a question he hadn't expected. ]

Er-- the purpose. Right. That ... is a very good question. [ nope he's gonna need another moment, here. ] And, er, what's yer name, fella?

[Crying themselves to nothing? Is that really a purpose to be had? Seemed rather pitiful to the Servant. Maybe there was some deeper purpose to a creature who cried all the time. A source of food for other creatures? It certainly didn't look like it had the means to defend itself.

Archer listens to the man stumble over his words.]

Archer.

[ hagrid mumbles something beneath his breath and the word 'malfoy' though muffled, can probably be made out. ]

Well, Archer, I'm glad you asked what purpose little Squonky here serves. [ don't say its purpose is to melt. don't say its purpose it to melt. ] He's, er, well-- he's a reminder that some things need lookin' after.

[ hagrid stands a little taller, proud of his answer. unfortunately, his face gets cut off in the frame in the process. ]

[Okay, that answer does earn a small tug at the corner of his lips. A hint of a smile. But it's fleeting for the most part. Archer himself knew that sentiment very well. To take care of and protect. But taking a mage was very different than caring for something that cried non stop.

Both eyebrows raise upward.]

Whoever has to take care of that must have quite the patience. [Props to you Hagrid.]

( There's a very relaxed posture in Mara's reply, something commanding strength and confidence. The Queen in her never lies still, even if this is not her world, or her people. Mara can't sit still - not when the threat of Oryx still lies ever present. Even if he isn't here it doesn't mean safety, not when her being there also lacks her efforts in the war )

That is an interesting creature.

( Her voice is barely above a whisper. Soft and gentle, but strong. Every bit as commanding as the posture that goes with being a Queen )

However does one cry themselves to nothing?

[ oh, now this is a reaction hagrid can get behind. he lights up a bit now, coming back to the device so that he can properly see his new student. ]

Well I haven't had much time to study him, but it's got to be some kind of transmogrification he's born with, see.

[ he wrings his hands a bit, nervousness peeking out from behind the excitement. ]

An interesting ability. Useful if able to be used properly.

( If they can come back from that nothing- more to disappear for a time and then reform. That would be useful. As long as no dark rituals were involved )

You're familiar with many such creatures?

Oh, nice. [ Soos has literally never seen anything like this animal in his life. It's unusual. And disturbing for some reason he can't totally put his finger on? A guy gets used to having these kinds of things in his life, though. ]

Looks like you're kinda losing it there though, dude. [ Oh man, he hopes this thing doesn't die. That would be really sad. Can Squonks be saved from their own despair??? ] Are there like. Anti-crying steps for these guys or...?

Huh?

[ it takes a moment for hagrid to register the warning, before his large body spins around toward the squonk and he gives a high shriek the likes of which you wouldn't expect out of such a man. ]

Squonky! Oh, you poor thing. It's all right! Oh, don't cry. See, it's just a machine-- [ to soos ] --I thought it would be OK, see. Nobody's really here, it's just a little screen! Nothing to fear, nothing to fear...

If you need me to look away, I'm totally on it. [ As much as putting his hat over the device so the video blacks out can contribute. ]

You got this, Squonky! Get that privacy for days, dude!

[ It wasn't even a moment before a sour voice spoke out, his nasally tone deadpan regardless of the strange creature being shown. ]

And why exactly did you think making me have to see that would teach me anything? . . . The only thing I learned was to not look at this screen so much.

[Even after that, it seemed he wasn't done complaining.]

Why would you want to find that thing anyway?

Well, what do you mean? Look at 'im, the little fella.

[ though hagrid doesn't turn to look, in an effort to keep it from completely dissolving. he'd hoped using the device to show him off would help prevent the anxiety-meltage. ]

He's gorgeous, ain't he? Nothing like him in the world!

Well, at least there's only the one.

[ His eye begins to twitch at the constant sound of crying coming from the device. ]

What do you do to make him stop?

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