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There is a quiet thump as a black-feathered bird drops from the rafters, landing neatly in a chair.

A moment later that same chair is occupied by a man with dark hair and bright black eyes.

Some things, it seems, cross forms rather well.

Other things, like his dusty jeans and raggedy black coat, do not.

It is the problem with feathers.

Sort of.

Well, that, and the immense mess a beak makes of cookies. They are better inhaled whole. This is why Raven appreciates the approach of a waitrat bearing an enormous plate of cookies.

The bird is hungry, today.

And every day.

It is a thing.

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Good Gods, does no one have any sense of respect for titles anymore? *sigh*

"How is it that you have escaped this curse then, Raven?"

"Mostly, I think, because I am very clever."

Raven is smug. And vain.

It shows.

...they could be brothers, if it weren't for the fact that Raven would never in a million years agree to be brothers with a stuffed peacock like Salazar Slytherin.

"Or just Bar's favorite pet."

Salazar is a brat.

Raven snorts, though fire flickers in his eyes for a moment.

"That, I think, would not be so wise."

Several have tried, before.

It never ends well.

Salazar Slytherin much prefers water. It is the element of the snake, and... other things. Phlegm, for instance.

Salazar the snake hiccoughs suddenly, choking on a cookie.

"Yes. I imagine so."

So. Freaking. Weird.

Raven beams, cheerful again.

This is not always a lie.

"You are not so stupid, then, I do not think. So."

He flicks another cookie at the snake.

Raven is good with water, too. He carried it to the people, after all.

He blinks at Raven. "Thank you for the compliment, Master Raven. I do not find you half as burdensome as most of the inhabitants of this bar."

Oh, a compliment! See, Bar, Salazar can play nice! Now change him back please?

Raven laughs.

"That, I think, is because I am not so much sitting on you, yes?"

Raven, it must be said, is very heavy.

Blame the clay.

"Yes, I suppose so." Aside, "Although I have yet to be sat upon, so, I suppose that is to my credit?"

Add to it the fact that he hasn't killed anyone.

Salazar CAN be nice! Now if Bar would be so kind as to undo this most unholy of magics...

Salazar shudders heartily.

His skin itches.

Raven, who is occasionally a very considerate bird, reaches out to scratch the snake.

He also offers another cookie.

"Possibly, yes. Sometimes sitting on chairs is not so safe, I do not think."

A fraction of the skin peels away, and Salazar is silently thankful for both the scritches and the cookies.

"I have only just today mastered climbing up the legs of chairs and tables." Talking was a whole 'nother beast all together.

"It is, I think, not so easy without legs."

Beat.

"Or wings, yes?"

"I would love to know exactly why she gave me this such body," It can't be the rather unhealthy attachment he has to snakes.

"and not one that lends itself better to the situations."

"I am not so much for knowing, I do not think."

Beat.

Raven looks very innocent.

"Possibly there could be guessing?"

"Perhaps she finds me to be less than trust-worthy." Salazar the snake swallows the cookie bit in front of him easily. It is certainly odd to eat without the use of teeth.

"Or perhaps she just finds me slimy."

"That is, I think, not so accurate for snakes, so."

Raven shrugs, once.

"Also mostly not for people, either. Unless you are fond of swamps?"

It happens.

On occasion.

[OOC: I am good for slowtime if you are! G'night!]

"I was raised in the Fens of England, so, partly?" He shrugs as well.

"I have several breeds of snake, so perhaps that is why Bar has chosen this skin for me."

Raven tilts his head, blinking.

"Some things, I think, are not so much literal, yes?"

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