You probably did. Unfortunately, I have a library full of books that open up into just about every reality. I'm sure there are some where they are loose, because idiots keep trying to bring them back as pets!
Regulus blinks, trying to puzzle out the meaning. "I don't really know what any of those are..." Unless one of them turns out to be some unfamiliar slur and he's one of the listed things. Which would be a shame. He likes libraries, and doesn't really want to get kicked out of one.
Pests! Tribbles and nuggins both reproduce at horrible rates and eat up a lot of food doing it. Mogwai turn into monsters, if you feed them after midnight. And a bunch of dumb assholes think these things make good pets!
"Ah, well, you can call me Regulus, then." It feels a bit weird to him to be on a first name basis with someone he's only just met, but then, everything since that night in the cave has been one big lesson in adaption.
"Some of them are dangerous, then?" That wasn't a strange idea to him. There had been a few dangerous books in his school's library, and at home as well. As for voices, he remembers how some of the ones in Hogwart's restricted section would seem to be muttering among themselves.
Well, yeah, they all open up to the worlds they take place in. Where do you think people got the tribbles from? And there are some things in those books that would just love a ticket into the Library.
Regulus blinks, surprised by that. Not what he was thinking of at all. "Ah, I see..." Books that open onto other worlds. And the thought comes, unbidden, a possible way home. He looks troubled for a moment, knowing that's one temptation he doesn't dare give in to. He'd died, as far as that world knew, and he had to stay that way. The risk to his family if he'd survived was just too great.
With a somewhat forced attempt at a smile as he tries to push that thought away, he'll say, "Perhaps you might recommend something, then?"
Hey, anything is good, if you use common sense and stay out of trouble. What kind of stories do you like? Or what do you like to do? There are safe places, too.
It gives him a moments pause, as he's still sorting that out in some ways. He'd spent most of his life doing what everyone expected of him.
"I've been studying healing spells recently, along with some books a friend gave me on psychology and genetics. I suppose I like the chance to learn something I can put to use." It comes of being a Slytherin with Ravenclaw tendencies. "I could make an easier list of things I don't like," he says, a trace of a wry smile at that. "Too many of the things I did would be... too close to home. And I'm still adjusting to... I'm essentially in exile. That's one place I can't go."
Sounds like you need a vacation, Regulus. That's all work and study stuff. What kind of fiction do you like? Wonderland can be fun, if you don't take things too seriously and avoid the Red Queen.
He can't remember the last time he really had time for fiction, and has to think all the way back to old Beedle the Bard tales his cousins liked to read to him when he was very small. ... Perhaps he should do something about that. "Something funny, and where no one really gets hurt." He's had more than enough of that.
"Wonderland?" It must be some muggle story, he's never heard of it. Which, after a moment, amuses him, "There are likely a lot of stories I've never heard of."
No such place, kid. Death and pain exist in every reality, even the marvelous ones of kid fic. There are some funny places out there though. Wonderland's pretty funny, sometimes, if you avoid her Queenship. Wonderland is world of nonsense, all visual jokes, word puns, and metaphors.
"This Queen sounds like something of a problem... and I haven't the best record when it comes to not getting on the wrong side of powerful people." Though the rest brings a bit of a smile to his face, "It does remind me a bit of a friend from school, though. He'd have fit right in there." But then, his recent reading has him almost certain that Rabastan Lestrange was an untreated schizophrenic.
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