isleofavalon | Real Men Wear Pink

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Real Men Wear Pink - OTA

Who: Donovan and whomsoever he encounters
What: Meeting is familiar and a pop up concert
Where: Shore is by the shore of the lake, at least that is lakely where this will be.
When: right after arrival
Warnings: Bad puns. Lots and lots of bad puns.

Dried off and with his feet under him, it didn't take Donovon long to accept that he was somewhere new, or that the hot pink pony sized winged Jackalope that was now holding his spare clothes in its horn was somehow his. Weird stuff happened. Or as his middle son liked to say sometimes magic is magic. Oh sure, he was pretty well aware it was some sort of code for something, but still, it worked.

Not knowing fully where he was or why, there was clearly only one thing for a man in bright pink to do. He grabbed his guitar from the back of the Jackalope and strapped it on over his shoulder and began to rock out.

Yes, that is a grandfather aged man with a bright pink familiar, in a bright pink shirt playing hard core rock and roll.

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“It looks like we have a case of pink familiars,” Harry talks as he observes the Jackalope that Donovan is stuck and listens to the mini concert, with the pink Pygmy Puff on his shoulder.

The music was not that bad to enjoy, it is actually really good. Probably even better than Weird Sisters at the Yule Ball if he is being honest about it. It’s not everyday you get to see old jovial men wearing pink and rock on by the shore of the lake.

He grinned as he finished the song and then slung his ace around to his back. The guitar settled there he headed over to Harry. "Well, you know what they say, only real men have pink familiars. Or something similar. It sounds familiar at any rate...."

“I could get by that, Donovan,” Harry lets out a faint smile to the older man while the Pygmy Puff nuzzles against his cheek, “Got your stuff so far? I haven’t find mine besides two wands yet.”

As he is about to sit on a big rock as a seat, he soon sees, right beside the rock, is a pile of stuff from home, which includes a photo album, the Invisibility Cloak, and a shard of his communication mirror. This gets him confused since he wasn’t holding onto any of them before he got to Avalon.

“Do you have an extra bag on hand?” he asks him as he gathers the items from the ground with his hands.

"No bag, but I have a spare shirt and some ingenuity." He grabbed a spare pink shirt and tied the sleeves around the neck hole, sealing all three of those with one good knot. "If the tie holds maybe this will work. Then again, maybe knot."

Oh well, an improvised shirt bag is probably better than nothing at all, although he will have to make sure that the knot remains sturdy as much as possible during the journey to wherever they will be going. That and he will need to return the shirt back to Donovan too.

“Gee, thanks Donovan, I’ll borrow that for these things for the time being,” he accepts the offer as he takes the improvised shirt bag and carefully places the three items inside.

"Knot a problem, kiddo. And if that mirror bit rips a hole, then I have a whole new pun to make when anyone asks how it happened. Because I'll get to tell them that it's because I'm such a sharp dresser."

Harry started laughing upon hearing the joke: it feels so weird that he could relax and not get stressed out by a ton with the Battle finished and Voldemort gone, yet it was refreshing nonetheless.

“Hehehe, if that happens, I might as well put back inside the pocket of my jeans,” he happily smirks in return, “Also, you definitely has a great style after all.”

"I'd recommend against putting it in a pocket, if that shifts it could be a huge pain in the," before he could finish the sentence his familiar sneezed with a great "Ahhhchoooo".

Oh yes, they were going to get along very VERY well.

“Good point, I already got cuts on my right ring finger from trying to pick it up back home,” Harry agrees when he hears Donovan sneezing hard.

“Hey, are you okay, Donovan? I hope that you didn’t catch a cold,” he checks up on the older man, hoping that he will be alright.

"Ventriloquism," he quipped. "Guess we learn new things all the time!" though he did grin at Harry's pun on point. "I'd say that sneeze wasn't mine, but at the moment that might be cold comfort."

That surely warms this teenager’s heart indeed. It’s been years since he had a father figure in Sirius after realizing that he wasn’t the one who sold out on his parents to the Dark Lord, so losing him, his godfather, understandably hurts a lot.

“You definitely got me there,” he jokingly replies, “My friends from home would love to meet you if they were here now. Fred and George are the jokesters in my school, they like to pull mostly harmless pranks on people, maybe they could learn from you as well.”

"Ah, they'd do better to learn from my youngest son, Gregory then. Or perhaps Spark, Dominic's cat. They'd catch on to his sort of humour fast, I'd wager. But Spark does have a tool most humans lack, he is perfectly willing and able to deposit hairballs in people's slippers," he said with a grin. "But I'm afred that they're neither here nor there."

“Well, neither one of them are here, so this is true after all,” Harry nods in return, “So the cat actually spits furballs into people’s shoes that often? Now that is something I don’t see a cat another friend owns do often.”

"Only when people fail to laugh at his jokes or don't feed him, that really rubs him the wrong way and he gets a bit of a catttude about it. He isn't feline very fond of people who refuse to feed him fish."

“Boy, he is that feisty of a feline,” he chuckles for a bit, “Then it is all jokes on those people for not getting that kind of humour to go through their thick skulls. Also, why would anyone to deprive the cat of food? That is rather rude not to feed animals food.”

He laughed. "If you ever get to meet Spark, you'll understand. He can eat YOUR weight in fish if you give him enough and are willing to wait for him to be done. Wouldn't take long."

So Spark must be a very hungry cat? Sounds a bit like Ron and his eating habits.

“I see, he sounds like a very fun cat to be with,” a smirk grows again in Harry’s face, “One friend from my world has a cat before, and I can bet to you that she would spoil him to death if she has the chance.”

"Spark would love that. Perhaps after we save the world or whatever it is we're here for, you and your friends can come for a visit." Or a stay. You know. Whichever.

“I hope so as well,” he meekly smiles back to Donovan, “Let’s hope that all of our efforts can make things for the better while we’re here.”

"Well said, my boy. Well said indeed."

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