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Tycho Brahe walks into the bar, some Merch merch in his arms and some wrapping paper. He grins and heads to a table, where he sets this stuff out. Now, as long as Gabe doesn't show up. Tycho doesn't want to have to explain that the Merch merch is not for him.

It's for Ann. Not that he's sure Ann likes the Merch either. At least not as much as Gabe does. But does anyone like anything as much as Gabe?

The mun rambles. The point is, Tycho is in the bar. Wrapping the Merch.

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Tycho glances up from wrapping and gapes. Oh...God. Oh fucking God.

It's...Draco Malfoy.

He flails. And then wanders over to him (as cooly as he can) and shrieks, "YOU'RE DRACO FUCKING MALFOY."

Real smooth.

Draco's eyebrows raised coolly at the shrieking fanboy, "Well spotted. You have a point, muggle?"

"Muggle. That's so great." Tycho grins. Crazily. "Uhm...so you really are an asshole. This is great!"

Draco stared at him, and scoffed to himself, rolling his eyes, "Wonderful, I found the Mad Muggle."

Tycho just grins. More. And more crazy. "Can...I have your autograph. So I can prove I met you to Gabe. So I will win. At everything."

Well, this is odd, but slightly gratifying. He was actually getting appreciated. Granted it was someone completely mental. But the worship was a nice change of pace with everything here. Even though he didn't think his reputation extended outside the Wizarding world.

He then smirked a little, "Very well."

"Eee." Tycho grabs a napkin and runs to grab the pen he was using to write Ann's name on her gift. "Here!"

Draco eyed the pen with mild distaste, used to quills. He then sighed, and signed the napkin with a great flourish.

He then smirked, took out his wand, tapped the napkin, and muttered the flashing colors spell over it. Along with something else. He then put his wand away again.

He then slid over the napkin, now a piece of parchment, and his signature in flashing colors, along with the pen as well.

"Here you are."

Tycho feels faint. Faint with LOVE. "Can...I...sit down. Please?"

Draco eyed him, and then gestured briefly to a nearby chair. That was the only acknowledgement given.

He sits. Heavily. "So. How's your father?"

...random? Tycho? No!

This earns him the trademark Avada Kadavratm glare.

"Imprisoned."

He then asked, "How would you know? Filched a copy of our paper?"

"You're a book, man." Tycho nods. "Well...six books. And a seventh is on the way. If JK Rowling doesn't have more kids."

Cue the staring.

"I'm a what? I'm a wizard, not a book." Draco declared at this.

And wait for it...

wait...

"And who the fuck is JK Rowling?"

"You're in the book." Tycho says happily. "The first one is called Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone. Or Philospher's Stone if you're in England."

"Oh and JK Rowling is the author."

Draco was really staring now.

There was a book written about their world? WTF?

And why does Potter get top billing?

"Is this a wind-up?"

"No. And everyone either hates you or loves you. I like you, man. You're pretty cool."

Draco snorted, "Well, Saint Potter's the sodding star, no wonder. It's all from his point of view!"

He then added a very small, "Thank you... I think." He was still kind of reeling from all this.

"Yeah. So are you really a Death Eater? Or is it all a big ruse or something?" Tycho leans foward. "No wait! Don't tell me....no! Do!"

Draco stared even further, and silently made a mental note to hunt down this Ms. Rowling and give her a piece of his mind. Among other things. Namely hexing. Lots of it... repeatedly.

IN THE FACE!

He then smoothed his expression, and gave a confident smirk.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Is he talking? Nope!

NOT THE FACE.

"Oh you are an ass." Tycho grins. "Well. Mr. Ass-Draco. It was a great pleasure meeting you. My day looks better already."

Draco snorted, "I'm not. But you're a pillock, and a mad one if that." Great, he has a fan, and he's a loony.

He then casually added, "You know there's quite a few of us in the bar. You haven't run into Potter yet, have you?"

"I met Hermione." He bounces. "Not Harry Potter yet, no."

Harry's name may be squealed.

Inwardly, he's got an evil smirk going.

Outwardly? He feigns surprise as he commented, "You haven't? Why he's often been around here, I'm sure he'd love to meet you."

He was about to mention Ron, but after their decidedly odd conversation, he decided not to.

No such break for Potter however. Heheheh...

"Dude. Yes." Tycho nods emphatically. "I need to meet him."