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"Well?"

Ix just mumbled something and slid further down in her seat.

"She likes Barenaked Ladies and Train," Charlotte informed Richard. At Ix's stunned look, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, I hear you sing in the shower all the time."

"I intended to present them to Marina too. What sort of song would you prefer? Sad, cheerful? I even have got some French ones, if you're interested."

That was the moment when Marina jerked her head back at her partner. "Wait a moment. Me too? I don't remember saying I'd sing. And what about giving me songs to sing?"

"Well, it is a karaoke, so you could give it a try. Besides, how many songs did you have the occasion of listening since you discovered magic?"

"Technically the full name is Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou, or Daily Life with Monster Girls..."

He was interrupted by Jesse's greeting. "Uh... Doctor Livingstone, I presume?"

"She looks lovely," she said, hoping she didn't sound as shocked as she felt. She turned back to Valon. "What is Monster Mu... Musume? I have never heard of it."

Just then, Jesse, having lost sight of the Doktor in the crowd, looped back around and rejoined his partner. He walked right past Valon, stopped at Alleb's side, then spun on one heel and tipped his hat with the head of his guitar in one smooth motion. "Howdy," he said.

Charlotte glanced at her partner and tapped her chin. "You know what you need to do?"

"Er... no?"

"Well, it is karaoke night..." Charlotte waved at Richard. "You said you had some song ideas, yeah?"

"My lovely wife is from Monster Musume... that's her over there, with the eight legs and the stinger."

"A... YA series, I believe you call it. I am still reading them--it's rather fascinating to see Alleble through the eyes of a stranger. Where are you from?"

"Though it's brought up quickly once said character is on the main spot."

Marina looked at him, quite interested. "That would explain some of the rumors about Dresden. But let's forget that. Anything you wold want to talk about?"

"Minister Shacklebolt was working on getting some laws passed, but..."

"Prejudices aren't going to go away overnight," Charlotte finished. She gave Richard the stink-eye. "Consider yourself lucky I'm not interested in reading the books because that's just not dope, you hear?"

Valon tilted his head. "That makes me think of Westeros and Creation. You'll have to be more specific."

Alleb stopped, blinked once, then took his hand with a smile. "I am Lady Alleb, of the Realm," she said, with a small curtsy. "Thank you for putting on this... shindig. My partner and I are looking forward to performing."

((It's rather funny that you described him that way, because Glimpses are literally whiter than a ghost holding a bottle of milk wrapped in a sheet of paper in the middle of a snowstorm standing on a sheet.

-Alleb))

"So she was a stalking psychopath? More seriously, werewolves are still ill-viewed after Voldemort's death? What's the problem with wizards in this 'verse?"

"Too easy way to reach power," Marina said. "Having a twig which let them do anything, provided they have got some vocal chords, must let them feel almighty and haughty, present company excluded. And my problem is with vampires, most of them who are card-carrying murderers, especialy in my world, although I couldn't have discovred magic without that Renfield. Now, if I found a vampire who genuinely hated the way his life is, it could be different, but if you forget the half-vampires I mentionned, the other vampires gain their powers through murder of another person, or are so twisted that nothing is left from the person they were. As for my origins, I'm not sure exactly."

"To be fair, most of the White Court vampires don't seem to know anything about the supernatural world before their first kill, most often an involontary one," Richard said, "Their parents think the trauma make them better predators. And if you want a sympathic vampire, you have Harry's half-br— Whoops, spoilers," Richard said, putting his hand before his mouth.

"Hi! Valon Vance, Department of Floaters; I'm hosting this shindig. Don't think we've met before." He extended a hand to her.

"You didn't exactly like Lottie," she said quietly.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Ix, loads of people don't like me because I'm a sparklepire," she said derisively. "I wouldn't worry about it. And the both of us are from fics," she said, turning to Richard. "I was a bit comic relief BFF for a Sue destined to be Edward's soulmate, and Ix here was from an unfinished angstfic. Dunno how she ended up being such a little ball of sunshine."

"Shut up," Ix mumbled.

"And she mentioned she was a year above one Mister Teddy Lupin," Charlotte added in a sing-song voice, giving Ix a playful grin.

Ix's cheeks burned. "I said shut up!"

"It's not a problem at all. Do you really think people would dislike you just because you were victim of a monster and survived? If wizards in your world think that way, that only means they're idiots. In my world, no kind of werewolf is 'contagious', so you would have ended up dead. The most similar thing we have in our were Red Court 'half-vampires', and the ones who were victims had founded their own organization against them. Most of them are dead, but since the Red Court vanished too, they'd said that was a fair deal."

"She's right," Richard said. "About the idiot part, I mean. There is no logic reason for being hostile at you. When in the Potterverse are you coming from?" He then turned to face Charlotte. "And you, for that matter? From what I understand, eating animals isn't exactly the first reflex of sparkelpires in this 'verse. No offense meant for you," he hastily added.

She kept her eyes on the floor, her shoulders hunched. She didn't seem to have heard Richard.

Charlotte put an arm around her partner. "That's right," she said calmly. "And don't worry, the only thing I ate before I got here were animals. Now it's just Sues for me." She shot Richard a glance and gave a tiny shake of the head, mouthing "Not now."

"Like I said, if you were someone dangerous, you wouldn't be here. Besides, you didn't chose to be a vampire more than your partner chose to be a werewolf, right?"

Richard tried desperately to divert Ix's attention. "Eh, if you don't mind, I have got some songs down here on this notebook. You can see if any of them interests you."

Ix looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "I-I dunno, I never thought about it..."

"Hm. Fair enough," Charlotte said. "I can leave if you don't like me hanging around."

Thankfully, he stopped himself of telling anything. Situation was bad enough as it was. "So, any idea about what song you would sing on this stage?" Please. Do not let the situation go souther.

Marina tried to compose herself. "I know that, and I guess that's a chance in some way. If things like you existed in my world, things would have gone far worst for us wizards. But thing is, I'm not exactly more comfortable around any kind of vampires after this than your friend here would be with any kind of werewolf. Mines aren't on the face, but I ended up with scars too."

"Why're we doin' this again?" he asked, moodily strumming his well-worn guitar. "Don't we have missions to do, 'n stuff?"

"Because, Sir Jesse," Alleb said, practically skipping. "it will be fun!"

Jesse snorted. "Fun for you, maybe."

Alleb's smile grew a little wider. She looked out over the assembled group, to the stage. "Should we play now, do you think?" she asked, readjusting her grip on her flute case. "There is no one up--" She cut herself off, staring at a specific person in the crowd. "Oh, dear..."

"What?" Jesse asked, then followed her line of sight. His scowl turned itself into a wolfish grin with uncomfortable alacrity. "Y'know, Alleb, I think you're due for a doctor's appointment."

Alleb rounded on her partner. "Sir Jesse, if you even think about--"

"HEY DOC!" Jesse shouted, already starting towards the Doktor. "HOW YA DOIN'?"

Alleb set her teeth, sighed, then followed her partner as one walking to her doom.

((-Alleb))

She turned her head, hoping he wouldn't notice the scarring on her face and put two and two together. Despite Charlotte's promises that most agents didn't have a problem with werewolves, that didn't mean there were none.

Charlotte rolled her eyes at Marina. "Listen, I don't know what you're yammering on about, but my kind of vampire has about as much in common with normal vampires as a Disney pixie has in common with the Cornish pixies in Harry Potter. You dig, or are you gonna keep freaking out?"

"And several of them tried to kill me. Now, some of them were these super zombies of the Black Court, or the White Court breed who probably edited your book, and there was this war between our Council and the Red Court Vampires. I don't have the best experience on the subject."

Richard looked at Ix, worried, "Hm, what is your problem with werewolves? Looks like you have quite the history with them—" He then stopped dead in its track, half the mind of smacking his head. Way to go, genius. Press the obvious issue.

Ix tried to keep the note of desperation out of her voice.

Charlotte put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile before turning to Marina. "Geez, who shoved that stick up your—"

"Lottie!" Ix said sharply.

"Several important supporting characters are werewolves. A whole group of student, and RPG afficionados, to boot."

Marina frowned a bit. "Well they're a sort of werewolves. Or wereforms if you want to be technical. But they're only the main focus on one book. Which does include the four types of werewolves too," She then looked for a short moment at Charlotte. "By the way, I was telling this for both of us. Soulgaze can be really traumatic, even between great friends."

It was probably less than polite, but Ix had already learned the hard way that elbowing her partner only resulted in bruising. She licked her lips nervously at Richard's words. "I'll pass, thanks. Don't really like werewolves that much."