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Wandering John finally located his quarry: someone with mystical powers. And an obnoxiously large and cheerful red bow.

He flops in a nearby chair. "Hey. How's things?"

"Hi!" Kiki grins. "Quite well, thank you. That is, well for the mystery." She gestures at the TV. "Dixon Hill is stuck on this train where someone was killed, and he's doing a very exciting job figuring out whodunit. Less well for my homework, obviously. How about you?"

"So... you're avoiding homework by watching murder mysteries?

"More or less, yeah," Kiki says. "I should be writing an essay for business class but..." She shrugs. "Normally I'm not a big procrastinator, but it's Dixon Hill."

Patrick Stewart, as Dixon Hill, has just replaced his revolver and is smoothing the brim on his fedora. "Man, but he is cool," Kiki adds.

((I wasn't even able to finish that comment. *kicks computer*))

"Yeah, I should be working on stuff, too, but... it's all good. I don't think I've seen Dixon HIll before, but he looks like a smooth mofo--er, character."

John lets a few more minutes go by before turning to Kiki. "Listen, um. I've got a question. Or a favor. Or something. I dunno. Do you know anything about seances?"

"Seances?" Kiki's attention is fully away from the TV now. "I've heard of them, of course, and witnessed one once, but it's not a branch of magic I've studied at all. e never got into it in my family. It's a really tricky area - very touchy, because it can brush so closely into necromancy, which can be really dangerous." Kiki looks thoughtful. "Is there someone in particular you want to contact? I can try looking into this for you."

"I'm just wondering." He takes a deep breath, and exhales. "I'm just trying to find my mom, as stupid as it sounds. LIke, if she's dead, and then I know, then I KNOW, y'know? But.. I'm not sure if this'll work."

"Do you know anyone who'd know more about it, then? Cuz... yeah. Sorry do just be all 'seance' but... yeah."

John tries not to think about necromancy.

"No, I understand, really," Kiki says softly. "I'm not sure what I would do if my mom were just... missing, and I had no idea what happened to her." Kiki twists her fingers together in a knot.

"I'm sorry I don't know anyone else, other than the other witches here in the school, who would be capable of it, but will you let me look into it? I can ask Aziraphale at the bookstore if he'll let me read the books in the cabinet on contacting the other side, and I might be able to find something useable."

Kiki pauses. "Come to think of it, have you talked to Aziraphale? I don't know how far his powers extend, but...he has a way of knowing things. Can you come by the store tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure, I can stop by the store tomorrow," he nodded, then stopped. "Um, what store? And what powers?"

(woo! thanks for the kikihelp. One step closer to John freakin' out. :D)

"You don't know?" Kiki says, surprised. "But then, I didn't really know, either, for a long time, only just guessed...

"Mr. Aziraphale runs the used bookstore across from the park, near Wolfram and Hart," Kiki explains. "I work there, and I should be there tomorrow. Mr. Aziraphale is usually there, and sometimes his friend Mr. Crowley is there too. They both have extraordinary powers - you see, Mr. Crowley is a demon, and Mr. Aziraphale - he's an angel."

"Angel?! Demon?! Like, wings and horns? That's not possible." John thinks for a second. "Okay, here, it's possible. But still. Wow. The hell?"

"So you think he could help me? Anyone else, offhand, that you can think of? Sorry, I'm interrupting your TV."

"It's ok," Kiki waves a hand at Dix and his fedora. She can't help but smile a little at John's reaction. "I don't know about horns, but the wings - at least Mr. Crowley's - are real."

She sobers quickly. "As for others who can help? Mr. Aziraphale will surely do everything he can to help. It's not exactly Mr. Crowley's line of work to do the same," Kiki muses. "Who else have you talked to? Harry is a wizard, but he's got so many classes he can be difficult to get ahold of, I know...Lily Evans and her boyfriend Draco Malfoy. She seems nice enough, but I doubt you can expect any help from him. Paige, maybe, or Phoebe?" Kiki suggests.

"Hrm. I'll have to check them out. I think Draco's in the JA with me... which, come to think of it, I haven't been going lately."

"THanks for the heads up."

(afk for a few, may be back tonight, may not. slowplay?)

"Well," Kiki says diplomatically, "Maybe Draco and I just don't mix well."

"I don't think Draco and anyone mix particularly well. He's just not good kitchen stock, y'know? I'd like to see a Metal Cook episode with Draco as the secret ingredient. Well," John said, sheepishly, "not like cannabalism, but you know."

(niiight)

Kiki bursts out laughing. "That's a good way of putting it!" She shakes her head. "Poor Draco."

"I'm sure he's good at what he does, but I'm just not sure what that is. Wait. He's a wizard or something, right? I should ask him, see what he knows about this. And it's not like I can just waltz into Hades and check the death records or something."

"Wellll... if it's to cultivate an air of professional snarkitude, then he is extremely good at it," Kiki says. "And yes, he's a wizard. He and Harry were actually at the same school together before coming here. I'm pretty sure Harry knows just about nothing about this sort of thing - at least not from any classes, so I'd think Draco would be the same. But this sort of magic is rather more in Draco's line, I'd guess, so he might know something."

"Having a seance isn't so much waltzing into Hades and looking up a name in a file cabinet," Kiki confirms John's assessment, "it's rather more like calling out a phantom librarian to have them go in and find out for you."

"Hrm. I never thought about it like that. And it's not like they have computers, but like the olde schoole card catalogue. Man. I wish I could just ask Death or something."

"And yeah. I wonder if Draco's snark is genetic or something?"

"Yeah, and these librarians? You definitely don't want to get caught being noisy, or putting something back in the wrong place," Kiki warns. "That's a good point - why wasn't Death able to answer your question?"

"Wait. Death?" John is confused.

"Sure, the student? Likes to dress in frilly things and condoms?" Kiki expands. "Oh wait - I think you need to have certain traits in order to see him - magical sight or something. And he's a teenager still, so he might not be in all the full know of everything going on in the afterlife, come to think of it," Kiki adds.

"Wait a second. Wait a freakin' second. There's an ~~Anth-Morpork~~ anthropomorphic Death?! As a STUDENT!? What. The. Hell??" John wonders where teh hell he's been (and why he hadn't been paying attention in Shop class)

:D

"Yeah, really. I think he took Professor Beeblebrox's fashion class," Kiki adds. "Or maybe he just dresses that way all the time."

"Wow. And I never knew. Crap. I didn't even know that was an option."

He looked down at the book in her hand. "So do you want to go through with this, then? I mean, what all's involved?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but I can look into it. I'd really like to help you, John, because I think it's absolutely ridiculous that people disappear around this place all the time and nobody even cares. ~~And also we already started playing the seance, heeh!~~" Kiki looks determined, and a little upset. "I'll try to see if Mr. Aziraphale will let us work this in his shop. It's less... disrupted than the dorms."

"Okay. That sounds like a good idea ~~since we're all starting and stuff~~. And I don't think that dorming it would be safe. Too distracting."

"Right," Kiki agrees. She looks back at the television, and even the dashing Dixon Hill is looking a little flat.

"Whenever you are ready to come by is fine," she adds. "But after noon would probably be best, since it will give me time to prepare."

"Okay. I'll drop in after that." He asks for directions and such.

"I need a dashing hat like that."

[Facing the park, on whatever Street, and get there going thataway.]

Kiki gives John an encouraging smile. "I think every guy needs a fedora," she says.

"Yeah, they're so dashing. Like that Michigan Smith dude, in the movies."

"Oh yeah!" Kiki agrees. "And it's great that he never loses it, even when he falls over a cliff or off a bridge. Every good hero never loses their hat."

"It's like it's stapled to his head. I wonder if they get some sort of hero surgery, get snaps or something in their heads that match the snaps on the hats? Or... head/hat magnets?"

"I always figured it was an eleastic cord tied to their collar," Kiki answers. "But you know what they say: Movies is magic!"

"I know. They're so unrealistic, though. I mean, there's no way that some of those things could actually happen."

"But that's what makes them so great," Kiki grins. "And it's funny you should say that in regards to thie school, where anything can happen, and usually does."

"Yeah. This place is just too wierd sometimes, y'know?"

"You're right on that. But you know, I'm really liking it here. Sure, there's monsters, and then there's students who are worse than the monsters, and on top of all that there's Bristow, but... weird as it is, I'm enjoying it."

"YEah, it feels like home, oddly. Of course, I'm used to a home with more firepower. Eh, not a normal home life, y'know?"

"Normal," Kiki observes, "is kind of relative. Especially here." She watches the credits for Dixon Hill scroll past the screen, and suddenly feels the weight of what she was to attempt tomorrow cutting through the comforting distraction of their inane chatter.

"I," she says softly, "I should go." She closes her notebook and stands up. "I'm going to need some sleep to be ready for tomorrow," she swallows. Crossing the room, she pauses at the door. "I'll do my best, John, but... I can't make any promises, ok? Except that - I'll really try." She gives him a smile and a small nod of encouragement. "I'll see you tomorrow. Good night."

"Hey, I'm suprised you even want to try. I know it's sudden and all. Um. Thanks."

John watches about an hour more of the tube and leaves.

4th Floor Common Room - Evening

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