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[misterprongs]

Who: James Potter.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: U.S.S. Paisley.
When: Now!

[ james has been aboard the Paisley (and quite enjoying himself!) for quite some time, but he's a little homesick. for one, he has no wand, which means he can't perform most forms of magic. james is a clever wizard, and has been trying to perform a bit more wandless magic. which is what he's doing now as the recording airs, showing james staring at a pen on the dashboard of the Paisley. which is wiggling.

yes. wiggling.

after a moment or two, james sighs and reclines in his chair, and the feed flickers off just to flicker back on, because this time, it's on purpose!]

Hello, good sirs, madams, and those who identify otherwise.

[ with a grin. james misses his friends, terribly. he misses his school. he wants to go home. but until he can achieve any of these things, he's a bit bored, so -- ]

Has anyone got a good story?

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[misterprongs]

want me to tell one then?

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[reconstitution]

If you want.

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[misterprongs]

[ james switches to audio for this bit because wizardry fairy tales are a bit too long for texting. ]

So there was an old man -- a brilliant wizard who brewed a lot of potions and antidotes for the community. If there was ever a problem in his village, he had a solution -- he was just a brilliant old man. The old man had a son, and as old men tend to do, he passed away, leaving his son nothing but his old pot that he brewed the potions in. And the old pot had a note attached to it, along with a single slipper, and the note said, "In my fond hope that you will never have to use it."

Unfortunately for the old man, his son was a bit of a stupid git -- he hated non-magical folks -- Muggles -- and generally didn't want to help anyone but himself. So over the next few weeks, lots of people came to his door to ask for help. And the son closed the door on every single person who came to ask for help. The first woman who came to knock had an awful case of warts, and the moment the son closed the door, the pot grew a foot and a whole lot of warts, and began hopping around and making a proper ruckus. Another person comes along claiming that he's lost his donkey, and when the son ignores him, the pot begins to bray like a donkey -- so on and so forth, you get the idea.

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So what happened to the son? Did he start helping people.. or did he ignore it again?

[ Congratulations, James. You have captivated the Winter Soldier's attention with a wizard fairy tale. ]

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He ignored it for quite some time, unfortunately, and with each ignored patient, the symptoms grew worse. Eventually, though, the son gave in and helped the ones he had scorned -- and with each helped person, the symptoms went away. Finally, the pot allowed the son to put the soft slipper onto the foot of the pot, which silenced it, and the two were able to work together in harmony.

[ use your magic altruistically, fellow james ]