You don't hate a person because someone told you to

[motherfucking_ghost]

WHO: Church aaand anyone who wants to show up!
WHAT: Rifter meeting reboot
WHEN: Noon-ish on the 24th-ish
WHERE: Upper room of the Herald's Rest
NOTES: After this notice went up. People who are not Rifters are welcome to show up--nothing stopping them from dropping in, and he isn't going to cause an incident (probably) by throwing anyone out.
Mingle! Share knowledge! Talk about your trials with your pain lasers!

He's not nervous. He's totally not nervous. This is just like calling a Blue Team meeting, except with a lot more people, and most of them (probably) aren't dumbasses. Araceli believes in him, for some reason, so, obviously, he's got this in the bag. His letter was super professional and everything.

Look, there's even some snacks! People can get drinks downstairs. What does he look like, a bartender?

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[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey, processed foods sure beat MREs. His eyebrows bob. "Butterbeer? As in...beer that tastes like butter? And you wanna make fun of the shit Americans eat? That sounds like deep fried butter on a stick. But in beer."

[bookish_lioness]

"What? No!" She actually laughs at that, shaking her head emphatically. "It takes like... well, there's a warm, vaguely butterscotch taste to it. It's not beer at all, though it does have a negligible amount of alcohol. Children can drink it with no ill effects. Unless you count cavities, since it's very sweet."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Butterscotch baby beer." Oh he is tickled by this. "I can't tell if that sounds vaguely disgusting or fucking awesome. I don't suppose you'd have any idea how to even remotely make something like that? Maybe, like, conjure up some of that sweet sweet liquid candy?" Shush he knows that's not how magic works.

[bookish_lioness]

Hermione blinks. "It's not strictly for children," she remarks with a quirk of her eyebrows. "It's a very comforting drink, so long as you have something of a sweet tooth." She does have to shake her head, though, telling him, "Food is the first of the five Principal Exceptions to Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfiguration. I can't produce food or drink out of thin air - aside from water, or unless I know of a spell that can almost instantly bring together all the ingredients to make a particular thing. But perhaps I can talk to someone in the tavern and see if it would be possible to make something like that with what we have available."

[motherfucking_ghost]

He stares blankly. Right, bookworm, have to remember he's talking to a big nerd of a mage-witch. "That sounds like one of those thick tomes I could pull out of the library and not understand a god damn word out of it. Elemental transfiguration, geez, sounds like alchemy. God. Don't tell me you've got alchemy. You magical kids and your butterbeer and your transfiguration, you need to sit back and play some Playstation or something. Uuuuugh we need electricity. And indoor plumbing. One thing at a time, I guess."

[bookish_lioness]

"Of course there's alchemy. It's a very broad field that covers transfiguration, potions, a bit of magical philosophy, theory, and history, and-... well it's just a very core part of any study of magic. I'd be surprised if there exists such a place that has magic but no study of alchemy." She frowns a little at the mention of a Playstation, though she's going to assume that it's one of those video games that so many of her neighbors' children seemed so enamored with these days. She can't agree on that much, but at the very least, she can certainly say, "I'd rather take indoor plumbing first, all things considered."