Sunset’s book of research notes looked like an ordinary book, but it wasn’t.
After a trip to a stationery store in London for purchasing of cheap yet perfectly adequate quality material, it now looked like it only had a hundred pages to write in when closed, but when you opened it and started flipping through the pages, suddenly you found thousands of them, blank, lined, graphed, and anyone looking through it had a strangely easy time to find what they were looking for, thanks to some additional spells.
Sunset stood in a currently unused classroom, with the chairs and tables stacked against the wall, and a until recently dusty blackboard against the far wall.
She flipped through her book and tugged at one scribbled paper, which made it come away easily, and started unfolding it more times than seemed possible, until it was large enough to cover the entire board, whereupon she fastened the paper against it, and started studying it.
A chaotic collection of scribbles and notes in Modern Equestrian, rough illustrations, and lines criss-crossing between them was her attempt to map out what she knew of alicorns, why she was certain that magic was the key to becoming one, as well as, and this was of course the part with the least amount of information, how one goes about making it happen.
In fact, there was no information about it.
“It can’t just be knowing enough magic,” Sunset said to herself as she paced slowly back and forth, shooting glances at the map. “Celestia said that Starswirl was her teacher, and he wasn’t an alicorn.”
She played with the idea that Celestia had lied to her, but dismissed it. Celestia was not entirely opposed to misdirection, but she did not lie like that.
With a thumping sound, the book she had borrowed from the library came down on a table, and she flipped it to the section she was after.
“The unicorn is a magical creature which roams the wilds of large parts of Eurasia. It resembles a horse with a horn on its head, but possesses an otherworldly grace that humans have difficulty describing, and are found to be hauntingly beautiful- why, thank you,” Sunset said, raising an eyebrow, as she read to herself. “Uhm… does it say why? Eeh… strange.” She flipped a few pages to skim ahead, but shrugged, and continued from where she had left off.
“The unicorn is a being of purity, goodness, and healing. Uh, sure, why not? Although it is recommended to avoid their ire, as they are quite dangerous when provoked or when woods and creatures under their protection are threatened. Yeah, watch out. One of their most distinguishing abilities is that they are very difficult to capture. Interesting. Adult unicorns are averse to the close presence and especially touch of men and… boys? And… prefer the touch of… young maidens… oooo-kay?”
Sunset blinked a few times before flipping the page back to make sure she hadn’t accidentally started reading about something else, before clearing her throat.
“... Although unicorn foals accept the touch of men and boys, as well.” Sunset looked down at her young body. “Uh… I guess we’ll see how that turns out. The… unicorn has several magical properties, most notable among them for wizardkind is that their hair, either from their tail or their mane, can be used as a core of wands. The horn of a unicorn is believed to be the channel for their magic- you don’t say? Poaching of unicorns is highly illegal- yeah I should hope so, although it is still known to occur, as powdered unicorn horns can be diluted into immense volumes and still remain a powerful ingredient in potion-making… yeah- touch me and you’re gonna buckin’ lose something,” Sunset muttered, slightly disturbed, and took a few breaths before she continued.
“Even more peculiar is the blood of a unicorn, which looks like liquid silver, and functions as an extremely potent restorative for humans.” Sunset blinked at the text. “However, drinking a unicorn’s blood will affect the drinker with a curse. Very few accounts exist of drinkers of unicorn blood sharing the experience of the curse, although it is generally agreed that the effect is quite horrific.”
Sunset stared at the book for a long while.
“... Huh.”
“Oh, hello, Sunset.”
Sunset’s hands half-shot out towards her own book in a jerky motion, before she realized that the speaker, Draco Malfoy, couldn’t read any of it, as it was written in Equestrian, and while he might get curious about the language, the damage was already done.
“Hello, Draco,” Sunset said, trying to get her mood to return to normal through force of will.
Draco was strutting into the room, uninvited, although Sunset couldn’t really say he couldn’t, seeing as how she was just occupying a random classroom.
She did notice that he looked rather pleased.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Studying. Researching,” Sunset said, waving it away as uninteresting. “Just a little… project.”
“Mm, I see,” Draco said, and his smile grew. “I’ve just been made Slytherin’s seeker.”
“For the quidditch team you mean?” Sunset said, feeling pleased with herself for following along so closely.
“Yep. My father bought a set of Nimbus Two-Thousand Ones, for the whole team.”
Sunset made a quick search of her memories for price tags she had seen in Diagon Alley, and gave a low whistle.
“That’s quite a sum,” she said, and continued to herself in a low voice, “I could live on that for years.”
“It really is, but my father has that kind of money,” Draco continued, not having heard Sunset’s last few words.
“So I’ve heard,” Sunset said, nodding.
“Oh, yes, how was your summer? Your ehm… you couldn’t live with your family anymore, right?”
Sunset nodded. “That’s a kind way of saying it.”
“So where do you live when you’re not at school?”
“I rented a room at The Leaky Cauldron,” Sunset said, speaking the truth, though not all of it.
“Really? We went through there and I didn’t see you,” Draco noted.
Sunset shrugged. “I must’ve been out.”
“Mmm. But… you know… I could always ask father if you can stay with us, if you’d like.”
Sunset froze, and weighed her options.
On the one hand, judging by Draco’s family’s wealth she’d be living in the lap of luxury, with the finest food, servants taking care of her, and probably more than one library full of magical lore.
On the other hand, yeah, definitely no on that.
“Sounds better than a dusty old inn, doesn’t it?” Draco continued.
“I’m not unaccustomed to luxury,” Sunset said, and waved around at the stones of the walls. “This isn’t the first castle I’ve lived in.”
“Really?” Draco asked, looking curious. “What kind of castle? And where?”
Sunset took a breath as she pondered how to respond to this. “Eh… just… a castle, far away.”
“Who else lived there?”
The high princess of Equestria and its militaries’ supreme commander, the immortal guardian of all her people, the alicorn of the sun and thus the lifebringer to her lands, and the highest executive of the united homeland of all pony tribes, which brings stability to surrounding lands with its sheer presence, and prosperity with its friendliness. Other than that, countless ambassadors and foreign dignitaries, Equestria’s High Command, pretty much the entire royal guard, as well as members of other branches of the military which uses the castle as their headquarters, not to mention innumerable functionaries; everything from the chief royal landscape architect to Celestia’s personal spymasters. Add to that how the CSGU is technically within the castle grounds, so that you can also count professors, researchers, and the students attending the finest education in the land. All that and more.
… Oh… and Cadence.
“Uh… quite a few others.”
Draco raised one eyebrow. “Wizards and witches?”
Sunset nodded. “Students and practitioners of the arcane arts, certainly, and many other magical beings.”
“And where was it? What country is it in?”
This was becoming tricky for Sunset. The muggles had explored the surface of their world quite thoroughly, and while wizardkind seemed to be rather slow on the uptake when it came to their non-magical counterpart’s discoveries and advancements, she assumed that they at least knew that all the lands above sea level were mapped out.
“A, uh… land that rarely makes contact with the rest of this world,” Sunset ventured.
“But where?”
Sunset chewed her lip. “It’s uh… not a matter of distance, per se.”
Draco was about to ask more questions, when a large, black shape swept into the room.
“Ah, Draco, and Miss Shimmer,” Professor Snape said, managing to sound very cold towards Sunset.
“Professor,” Sunset said, neutrally. On the inside, she was beating herself for her sloppiness, wondering how she could’ve missed his scent, and how much he overheard.
“Hello, Professor. Thank you for kicking the Gryffindor team off the quidditch patch for us,” Draco said, before catching himself and glancing back at Sunset, who was trying to look as casual as possible while reaching up and trying to detach her messy research-map from the board.
Snape smiled. “I thought it would be best if there were fewer… unknowns during the next game. Speaking of which,” he said, and walked up to Sunset’s map, and grabbed one end. “What is Miss Shimmer up to?”
“Researching,” Draco proudly supplied.
“Yes. Researching,” Sunset echoed. She already didn’t like Snape, and the recent discoveries made her all the more wary of the wizarding world in general, and especially him.
Snape glanced at the open book. “About unicorns, I see. Denizens of the deep woods?” he said, and turned to the large paper still partially attached to the blackboard. “And of subjects I don’t recognize as school work. How curious. I wonder… if perhaps the work of Miss Shimmer finds itself completely within the boundaries of school rules. I know her house has a particular penchant for stepping outside that.”
As he spoke, he grabbed the edge of the paper as if to help Sunset with removing it, but didn’t let go of it, instead holding it firmly.
“None of any rules I know of. Thank you, professor,” Sunset said, as she tugged the paper out of his hand, making him glance down at the paper he hadn’t expected to be enchanted to make it ripping-resistant.
As Sunset quickly folded the paper up the size of her book, now falling under the definitions of grimoire, Snape kept going. “Then again, in my experience, Gryffindors can be counted on to not even know the rules in… the… first… place,” he said, as Sunset rapidly thumbed through a few thousand pages of her book, which she had emblazoned with her cutie mark on the cover, to find the proper place to insert the rolled up paper.
Snape’s eyes narrowed, while Draco’s went wide. “We haven’t learned any spell like that so far,” Draco said. “Did you learn it on your own?”
“Yeah. Just a little studying in my spare time. Good day, Professor,” she said, as she moved out of the classroom.
Draco hurried after her.
“Oh, and you should have seen what happened earlier on the quidditch pitch. That clown Ron Weasley was going to cast a hex on me to throw up slugs,” Draco gushed, and Sunset further committed to always being ready to cast a shield spell on herself. “But his spell backfired and it hit himself instead!”
“Ew,” Sunset winced.
“I know! It was hilarious!” Draco said, laughing.
“Why would he try to cast that hex on you in the first place?”
Draco waved that away with a slightly sneering expression. “Probably something to do with that Hermione Granger not enjoying being called what she is.”
“... Overly enthusiastic in class?”
“Uh, yes. Precisely.”
“Well… sounds like quite a bit of drama,” Sunset carefully ventured. “I’m not sure if I'm glad or sad that I missed it.”
“Yeah, you really should’ve that Weasley with the slugs coming out of his mouth,” Draco giggled.
Sunset shook her head. “Not before breakfast and, uh… frankly, not after either,” she said as they came to the great hall. “Well, I’m going back to the tower. I’ll see you around?”
“Yeah. See you.”
Sunset sauntered along the corridors towards Gryffindor’s tower, taking her time as she figured out what to do next. She still had research to do, but she shelved that plan, not liking the idea of Snape walking in on her doing the exact same thing again after she just packed up in front of him.
Coming out of a bathroom with an impatient expression was Ginny Weasley, who shot an annoyed look at the door.
She turned and saw Sunset walking by right next to her, and jumped in surprise. “Oh! Hey, Sunset.”
“Hello, Ginny,” Sunset said. “What’s up?”
Ginny lowered her voice. “Hrmm… that ghost in there.”
“Oh,” Sunset said, and they kept walking before she continued. “Yeah. That’s Moaning Myrtle.”
The smaller girl looked back at the bathroom door before they rounded a corner. “She was acting like I was out to get her.”
Sunset shrugged. “That’s nice of you. I mean, being miserable is what makes her happy,” she said, at Ginny’s questioning look.
“So… Do you just hurl insults at her whenever you see her?” Ginny asked, skeptically.
“No, but I’m not really in the business of making people happy either.”
Ginny gave Sunset a sideways glance, then smirked.
“So you’re in the same class as Harry? Uh, Harry and Ron? And Hermione?”
“That’s right.”
“Oh… What’s it like?”
Sunset glanced at Ginny. “What’s it like being in the same class as Harry, Ron, and Hermione?”
“Uh, No, I mean, uh… What's class like?”
“Hmm… They’re, uh, they’re fine. About half of them are anyway. Hey, don’t you know all about this? How many older brothers do you have? Five?”
“Six. But like you said, they’re all brothers.”
“What? Are you wondering if it’s different for girls?”
“Well… no, but… I’m just wondering what someone who isn’t my brother says.”
Sunset quickly had to think up what would make more sense for someone who wasn’t already well-trained in the arcane arts studying their first year at Hogwarts.
“Hmm… If you take a few hours every week to try and stay ahead of schedule, everything will go much easier.”
“That sounds like Percy.”
Sunset recoiled. “What a horrible thought. I mean, don’t worry about grades at all. I don’t. You just won’t have to worry about teachers hovering over you if you stay ahead. But don’t get too far ahead.”
Ginny giggled, but before she could say anything, Sir Nicholas floated through a wall, holding a roll of paper and looking agitated.
He paused when he saw them, and floated up to them.
“Ladies, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I must ask, do you consider me to be decapitated?”
“Yes,” Sunset curtly and truthfully answered, having heard of Nick’s denial to join the Headless Hunt, and not missing a beat.
Ginny glanced at Sunset, much less certain, and answered nervously. “Uh… yes? Yes.”
Nick took a breath, and tried to look dignified. “I thought so. Thank you,” he said, and gave a stiff flourish with his hand, before continuing on through a wall.
“... Wow. A lot of the ghosts have issues,” Ginny noted, as they moved on.
“I think it comes with the territory.”
“And the moving stairs, and the changing corridors, and the hidden passages, and the passwords, and Peeves!” Ginny continued. “Why is it like this? No one told me.”
“It’s a strange castle, and I think people like it that way,” Sunset said, as she waved a curtain away to reveal a secret passage that Ginny hadn’t learned of yet. “Probably a sort of hazing mentality, where you try and keep initiates on their toes. I’ve never understood it myself, but you’ll get used to it.”
“Was it hard getting used to it?” Ginny asked, sounding a little nervous.
Sunset glanced back at Ginny as they emerged in a corridor leading to Gryffindor tower. “Whatever the answer is, I should say no.”
“Can you believe how Ron and Harry arrived though?”
Sunset chuckled to herself. “Those clowns. Yes I can believe that.”
Ginny smiled at herself and played with a lock of hair. “Is Harry getting into trouble a lot?”
“Uh…” Sunset thought on this for a moment. “There were some rule-breaking, some detentions, and some rumors that they fought dark wizards, so yeah, I guess so. You know all about that, don’t you? Ron was with him and Hermione.”
“Yeah, yeah he uh… sorta told us about it?”
“Sorta?”
“Well, Fred and George just heckled him whenever he tried telling the story.”
“Oh. Yeah they would.”
Sunset found the conversation mostly comforting, but there was a tenacious sound in the back of her head she was only vaguely aware of, until an inkwell bounced off her head, and spilled its content over her hair and robes.
Ginny put her hands in front of her mouth, and gave Sunset, who was staring ahead and looking coldly unamused, a horrified look.
A loud cackling sounded above them, and they looked up to see Peeves the poltergeist floating above them.
“Students- poo-dents! Who dents them? Why it’s Peeves, with ease, and tricks up his sleeves! Aaahahahaaaa…”
Peeves shrieked with laughter as he floated through the ceiling.
“Oh… are you okay?” Ginny asked Sunset.
Sunset took a deep breath, and nodded, spilling more ink onto her clothes. “I’m fine,” she said, and stood in silence for a moment. “I’m going to wash this off,” she said, and turned around and marched off towards the showers.
Not that she actually needed a shower, but she felt this was an appropriate time as ever to have one. It also allowed her to make sure she didn’t miss any spots when the magicked the ink out of her hair and clothes, which was easier when disrobed and with access to a mirror.
Once cleaned off and dressed, she stepped out into the corridor again, and considered what had just happened.
Perhaps she was biased when she felt that this world was more dangerous than Equestria, but perhaps she wasn’t. And if she was not, she had just been ambushed in a dangerous place. It was by a prankster, sure… this time.
And the reason she was ambushed was because she had been socializing- being friends with people.
Sunset took a deep breath as she contemplated this, walking through the corridors of the castle, unseen by students and teachers, down into the dungeons, and into the empty potions classroom. There she retrieved a small, used potions bottle from the trash bin by Snape’s desk, and walked out again, up towards the third floor of the southwest wing, a part of the castle with low activity, but which Sunset knew was the favorite haunt of House Slytherin’s ghost.
“My Lord Baron,” she called out towards a somber-looking ghost floating through a wall, catching him before he vanished through another one.
The Bloody Baron looked at Sunset in surprise, before turning and elegantly floating up towards her, taking off his wide, ostrich feather-adorned hat with a flourish and holding it to his ruffled, silver blood-stained shirt while bowing.
“My lady,” he wheezed, as he righted himself, and held out his hand invitingly, which Sunset accepted, then gently brushed his ethereal lips just above her knuckles, sending an icy chill up Sunset’s forearm. “What can the Baron of House Slytherin do for a friend?”
Sunset raised her eyebrows. “A friend?”
“A member of House Gryffindor,” the Baron explained.
“Oh? I’ve detected a sense of unfriendly rivalry between the houses,” Sunset noted.
“Oh, verily,” the Baron sighed. “The low spirits of the ghosts of Hogwarts are not just because we are dead. We remember a time when the disciples of its founders did great things together, the wisdom of the houses combined.”
“Even Gryffindor and Slytherin?”
“Especially Gryffindor and Slytherin. But enough of such matters. The bitterness will fade and come again. We have seen it many times. Now, how can I be of service?”
“I’d just like to find Peeves.”
The Baron’s expression darkened, and Sunset noticed that his hand slowly started moving towards the hilt of his sword. “Has he overstepped himself once more?”
“Perhaps. I’m not sure where the line is, but I’d like just one word with him.”
“Mmm, I sense that honor is at stake. I shall… speak… with him,” the Baron said, and moved as if to float away.
“Actually, I was hoping to take care of this myself,” Sunset interjected.
The Baron stopped, and gave Sunset a scrutinizing look, and not altogether wholesome look.
“The stones of this castle whisper of one of great ability who walks its halls once more. I would urge you to consider the nature of mastery, and to not forget to look inward.
“Peeves is lounging around outside the astronomy tower. I can hear his self-congratulatory cackle even now.”
Sunset, for her part, was also giving the Baron a not-entirely-friendly look, before taking some effort into breathing out the tension, and nodding at the ghost.
“Thank you, Lord Baron.”
The Baron’s expression also softened, and he gave another bow. “I unlive to serve.”
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Sunset indeed only had one word for Peeves. That word was “Stay.”
She sauntered up the stairs towards Gryffindor tower, contemplating the nature of factional animosity. Was quidditch, the house cup rivalry, and the actual physical divide between the houses during spare time a product of tribalism, or the other way around?
Many times during her life, Sunset had been exposed to the sentiment of her needing to have friends, and not just from Celestia. If she humored those wishes, what was actually being asked of her?
What kind of friends did she need? How many? How encompassing were her friendships to be?
The people wishing her to have friends would scoff at the idea of rejecting friendship altogether. Sunset would consider the opposite, to be friends with everyone in all realities to be even more ridiculous, so the correct number would be somewhere in between that.
… And could, would, or should she reject people who were enemies with each other? If yes, wouldn’t that mean picking sides in conflicts she had no interest in? If not, who would it fall to to solve hostilities between her hypothetical friends? Herself, probably, and it was not something she looked forward to.
Sunset took a deep breath, still not convinced of the worth of the whole idea.
“Password?” the fat lady asked.
Sunset paused.
“Do you feel that your relation with the students is a little too transactionary?” Sunset asked her.
The fat lady hummed to herself in her seat, and called to someone outside the frame of the painting. “Violet! When was the last time a student expressed concern for me?”
“Nineteen-eighty-six!” a voice came from the side.
The fat lady turned to Sunset. “Not too transactionary, but see it as a credit to yourself that you ask if you wish. Why do you ask?”
Sunset shrugged. “Not sure. Maybe I’m exploring new sides of myself?”
The lady chuckled. “You’ve got quite an old girl inside you, don’t you?”
“Some people have a strange relation with time. No requests then?”
The fat lady hummed, and selected a bottle from the collection on the table in front of her. “Perhaps find a painting of a lime. I hear it works well with this,” she said, and lifted a wicker-wrapped bottle. “Gift from the governor in the west before he passed away from dropsy.”
“I’ll keep an eye out,” Sunset said, as the Fat Lady opened up her portrait, and walked into the common room, passing by Ginny, sitting next to her brothers.
“Hey, Sunset,” Ginny asked, looking up from her Standard Book of Spells. “Did you get it all out?”
“Yep,” Sunset simply said.
“Get all of what out?” Fred asked.
“Uhm… Peeves was…”
“What?” George pressed.
“He… dropped a bottle of ink on Sunset.”
The twins grinned at each other. “Oooh, and we missed it.”
“More exciting things have already happened since,” Sunset noted, and turned around to walk up the stairs to the dorm, fishing out the old potions bottle from her robes, and smirked a little at the contents. “Hasn’t it?”
Peeves, for his part, was still trying to figure out what was going on, which was difficult when squeezed into a container a fraction of one’s volume.
“I think I’ll keep you in here for a few days,” Sunset noted, mostly to herself, as Peeves wouldn’t hear anything in his little habitat. “See if you learn anything from it. If you don’t, then you’ll wish you were dealing with the Baron instead of me.”
I honestly doubt that Peeves will learn anything out of his expierience
I thought you did well here. One doesn't usually get to see the ghosts in their elements. Something tells me Draco is going to have some rough choices coming up in his future. Snape found out some important information here, assuming he knows what to do with it. Sunset is definitely growing. I have definitely missed this story during its absence.
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Yeah, character growth and relationships coming up, but they have to be drawn out across years, which is the tricky part. Snape did get a look at Sunset's writings, but she would've written her notes in Equestrian, so Snape couldn't read it. Like all the other things that people have picked up regarding Sunset, it's more that that they learn that there's something unusual about her, but but now exactly what- the fact that she's actually a sapient unicorn from an advanced civilization on another plane of existence is still not anything anyone could ever guess.
Thanks for the update!!!
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Haha. That punchline got me.
I enjoyed the time with the ghosts, don’t often get to see much of that.
Mathematical musings on the proper number of friends! What’s more to say? It’s great!
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Yes, how does one analyse the concepts and values of friendship while actively trying to disengage with it?
Thanks for another update! I love seeing Sunset being Sunset here regardless of any kind of overarching progress.
As always, I love this update. Always happy to see best girl in action.
'Treading water' or no, I really enjoyed this! It was... 'cozy', for lack of a better term? Either way, the update was certainly welcome!
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Thank you. Best human indeed
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Thank you too. Just being comfortable can be satisfying too I guess
great chapter.
You know, this is an easy out you could take to skip the majority of this year, right? Sunset gets petrified.
Then a chapter or 2 of Celestia worrying about no replies coming threw and maybe Snape snooping inter her things because of a misunderstanding I think I see coming from this chapter, before boom, end of year.
Might seem a bit anticlimactic but something to keep in mind if you run out of things to right about for the second year
Any way, I'll continue to eagerly await any updates, even if they take a while.
I think most of the students and some of the staff at Hogwarts would pay very well to learn that spell Sunset. Hopefully sooner or later Sunset gets it through her thick head that she does needs friends because she needs someone to talk to.
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Yes, she's best girl, but she has competitor with two Ps, two Es and three eyes(reference to Sunset's Backstage Pass) - Pinkie Pie.
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Discors did. At least for six seasons.
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He'll figure out about Sunset being uni?
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And that's not a bad idea, but I have some parts that I wanna fit into this year that sounds promising in my head, I just gotta make the pacing work between them.
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Verily, though her first attempts might not be all that successful
Absolute poggers
hahahaha YES that chapters ending was brilliant
Yessssss
Never did much care for Snape though I feel sorry for Sunset after what Peeves pulled even if it seemed like a minor nuisance to her with her easily cleaning it up. I can't wait to see what Peeves does or says when he gets free. Really happy to see a new chapter, keep up the great work!
I always thought it was to force the students to be adaptable despite how how rigid The Wizarding World Society is.
Ahahahahahahaaha! Take that Peeves!
So the Baron ghost, I noticed that the blood on him was described as silver, and our girl here just read something related to that. Is she going to connect those dots soon, I wonder.
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Probably float away in terror. And thank you
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I assume that it's because Rowling thought it was one of the things that made Hogwarts a whimsical, magical wonderland. Still, pretty good explanation.
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Mmm, I was hoping that wouldn't cause confusion, but no, the blood is silver because the ghosts are silver. I assume that the baron was killed violently and that's his own blood on his shirt.
I mean, that it's actually unicorn blood could be a cool reveal, and if I can make something interesting with it, that'd be neat.
I always wondered why the Poltergeist had any form whatsoever, most common beliefs on the subject indicate that a Poltergeist is shapeless and has no real body, but just acts out in their environment... if I recall correctly. Oh sure, the movie Poltergeist and its sequel said there was a gloomy looking priest turned lunatic spirit that was the root cause of all the troubles, but that's irrelevant, so seeing Peeves with a name and a body and seemingly the profession of poltergeist just feels odd.
I mean I know its direct from the source, but as time moves on I question why Peeves even exists. He serves no direct elements to the overarching plot and barely appears in many of the novels from what I can recall, if anything Peeves is more of a Plot Moving Idea forcing certain encounters between the trio and the like and honestly there isn't much of an explanation as to why he is the way he is or what he did in life to be turned into a Poltergeist.
I guess basically I'm just wondering if the only reason he's a Poltergeist and not just a regular ghost is simply because he can interact with physical objects... something that I don't believe any of the other Ghosts in Hogwarts can do. And personally he's really a rather pointless character at the end of the day having no impact on the plot or anything else in the grand scheme of things. Personally, unless a prophecy was involved, I would have had somebody exorcise the troublesome pest centuries ago if I were a Headmaster at Hogwarts.
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Peeves was never alive. Or always alive, depending on your point of view.
You can't permanently kill Peeves, a new one will spawn even if you succeed. Plus this one is incredibly powerful and easy shatters any heavily enchanted containment jars wizards tried lock him up in (factoid from expanded universe).
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As someone who has seen the concepts and creatures in Harry Potter portrayed very differently in other products, I say some things don't have a universally accepted shape, and different people are rigid or accepting in their interpretation of different things. I'm mostly wondering why women and girls who use magic are called "witches" in the Harry Potter universe when, as far as I know, wizard is a genderless term.
Now, I know what you mean, but there are no strict rules here. If we wonder why Peeves exist, we can wonder why other minor characters exist, and then we can wonder why secondary characters exist, Etc, etc. I know "the rules" of writing say that every scene has to set up things for later, advance the plot, or inform us about the character, but those rules have to be very soft or I'll dismiss them outright, because if we interpret those rules rigidly, we take things to a silly extreme. Just as why we wonder why minor character exist, we can wonder what the point of Quidditch is, and we can wonder why we had to see Hagrid and Harry shop in book 1 rather than just summarize it, and if we keep going like that, all that's left is a synopsis of the story, and then there's no point. Peeves exist because flavour and worldbuilding.
Perhaps 'mass' in the Peeves-in-a-bottle section should be replaced with 'volume'. While one has to assume the ghosts have some mass, being able to directly interact with the physical world, it is probably not quite as relevant here.
Other than that, thank you for another great chapter. It was worth the wait, as always
I loved this
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Whoops. Yeah, good catch. And thank you
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Thank you too
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It did indeed occur to me that it might just be his ghostly hue. It could be cool to do something with that, although I don't know your plans for that character.
Did the Baron ever speak at all or interact with the cast during the books? Your portrayal of him was pretty neat. Plus it's neat to see hints that it wasn't always house protagonist, house antagonist, and two filler houses.
Just say my maji community tried to hide from muggles so hard you need a special mirror to access your castle
Sunset found the conversation mostly comforting, but there was a tenacious sound in the back of her head she was only vaguely aware of, until an inkwell bounced off her head, and spilled its content over her hair and robes.
Ginny put her hands in front of her mouth, and gave Sunset, who was staring ahead and looking coldly unamused, a horrified look.
A loud cackling sounded above them, and they looked up to see Peeves the poltergeist floating above them.
“Students- poo-dents! Who dents them? Why it’s Peeves, with ease, and tricks up his sleeves! Aaahahahaaaa…”
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More exciting things have already happened since,” Sunset noted, and turned around to walk up the stairs to the dorm, fishing out the old potions bottle from her robes, and smirked a little at the contents. “Hasn’t it?”
Peeves, for his part, was still trying to figure out what was going on, which was difficult when squeezed into a container a fraction of one’s volume.
“I think I’ll keep you in here for a few days,” Sunset noted, mostly to herself, as Peeves wouldn’t hear anything in his little habitat. “See if you learn anything from it. If you don’t, then you’ll wish you were dealing with the Baron instead of me.”
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Hmmm.......
Prediction: Pain.
Mwahahaha....haha...(cough cough)
Addendum:
I just thought of this. When the twins and other students find out what Sunset did to Peeves, I imagine they will prostrate on the floor - bowing and scraping towards Sunset.
"We're not worthy!
"We're not worthy!
"We're not worthy!"
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I'm working on some ideas that he might enable, but he won't be a major player I think.
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No I don't think he did. No real characterisation, but I remember in one book how Nick floats off to talk to the Baron about Peeves, which hint that they're cordial at the very least, and they might even be friends, so I ran with that. Glad you like it
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Which is partially true. Sunset doesn't want to intrigue Draco any though
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In regards to the twin, you might have picked up on something that no one else has commented on yet.
If I understand the gist of what Peeves is and where his energy comes from, according to canon, I would think that if Sunset keeps him in that bottle too long, a new one will form within the castle.
Heh, as annoying as Draco's constant attempts at flirting with Sunset are, I do so much enjoy watching her utterly fail to recognize them for what they are. It's great to see another chapter out! I can't believe I somehow missed the notification for so long. And what's this? Sunset has managed to the impossible and is 'teaching' some manners to Peeves? I wonder how long that'll last? As well as her new partial interest in making at least a few friends among her peers. That's not even mentioning why Snape is suddenly sticking his nose into her personal research like that (Gryffindor vs Slytherin mentality notwithstanding). Could that be just a ploy on Dumbledore's part to 'discreetly' spy on their most mysterious student?
So many fascinating twists, possibilities, and plot points! I wanna know what happens next!!! Please update again VERY SOON!!!
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I don't remember that coming up in the source material, but for this fic, Peeves is trapped until he's let out.
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Glad you like it. I'm gonna try and keep them coming. I'm having new ideas for this schoolyear that I'm currently polishing in my head, but hopefully I'll be able to write more soon.
Congrats, you've been... reviewed? Mentioned? Something.
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It's hinted at in the books when it's said that Peeves isn't a proper ghost. The rest is lore and a bit of speculation. In short, Peeves is a poltergeist created by the psychic energy of the student body. Ergo why they can't simply get rid of him.
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Cool, I guess. Thanks for letting me know.
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I quickly scanned for his name in the books, but I didn't find anything like that. I did find a part where Fleur says that they'd get rid of any poltergeist in Beuxbatons.
Ooooooooo! New chapter! Nice! Love how you tie things together!
Very good world building chapter, hopefully you don't take too long next time, I want to Finnish this HP story :D.
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I hope so too, but, you know, one can never tell for sure.
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Thank you.
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Our first introduction to Peeves is right before the sorting in the first book when a group of ghosts enters the little room where Harry and all the other new students are waiting. [Page 115 in my book.] They are arguing about Peeves. One of the ghosts says "My dear Friar, Haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost..."
In an explanation by J K Rowling, she makes the statements
and
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In her thinking Peeves is a poltergeist, not a proper ghost, and he is generated by the student body.
In short, it's impossible to get rid of him.
Let us hope your trap is better than the one caretaker Rancorous Carpe devised in 1876. His trap exploded.
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I remember, but I will not attempt to base my story on anything other than the books. No movies, no sequels, and no twitter feeds.
Absolutely loved the chapter. ~The parts with Peeve's and the Baron was just amazing, and I can't wait to read the fallout of Sunset bottling up Peeves.
I think this my favorite harrypotter x mlp crossover fic. Its sooooo good hoping this story continues.
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Thank you, glad to hear it
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Thank you, I'm certainly planning to
How did I miss a chapter of this amazing story being released?
Huh... Hope that Thestral is fine, considering it was completely consensual... Peeves, on the other hand, that little goofball can enjoy residual potion effects. Although I am curious about what the Baron would think of Peeves' current predicament, I can only imagine something about justice and honor.