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Welcome to Andarra	By : CommonKira Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone, Scarlett Johansson, Gal Gadot, Brie Larson, Jenna Ortega, Rhea Seehorn or Emma Watson and I do not profit from these writings.

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I woke up in the alley, in Chicago, the rain dripping through my makeshift shelter, hitting my face. I remember where I was. I'm homeless, shunned by society. My only possessions being a plastic bag in quite good quality, and a molded sandwich I saved for rainy days. I reach to grab it, and realize it's missing..
These thieving bitches. I swear I'll get you next time! I say to myself, knowing the others sleeping near me are part of a gang, and I ... I wasn't invited. Society shuns me, those shunned by society shun me... It couldn't get any worse that this, and don't think to yourself that death is worse. If anything, it's my only remaining pain-killer.
Safe to say, I was barely scrapping by. I lay down, and look at the still dripping makeshift roof still punishing me with drips of rain, when I spot a wing through one of the holes in the hard plastic; whitest wing ever unfurling right before my eyes.
I get out, and turn to look at my shelter's roof. The bird's head turned to look at me, 180 degrees. Spooky. Oh, an owl. And it had parts of my molded sandwich, right next to it.
"Hello there, little guy?" I never ate an owl before, but eye for an eye? "Don't worry. I'm friendly!" I say as both arms surround the little bird, ready to snatch.
Its' wings unfurled in a flash, pushing my arms away with a strength I did not expect from a bird.
"Okay, calm down." It rotated its whole body to face me, head standing still, looking at me. Man, that is just scary.
It flapped its wings repeatedly. Was it getting ready to strike?
"Woah! Calm down there, buddy! I'm friendly!" I retreat, but the owl would have none of it. It started approaching me, sensing fear, still flapping its' wings. As if it was telling me 'Come on. Fight me coward!' and honestly, considering how hungry I was, it was a surprise that my body would still choose flight instead of fight.
It stopped then tilted its head. It extended one of its legs forward, and I could see something attached to it. It gestured with its head like a Human would, towards its leg. 'Go on, grab it.' It probably said. Spooky still.
I reach out, and unbutton the small, parchment?, attached to it, then unroll it. It was blank. On both sides.
"Well... Never mind... " I say out loud, as the owl tilted its head in the other direction. Raindrops hit the parchment, soaking it in small parts, darkening it. Oh, what? Letters, then words appeared, written past the limits of the small parchment, as if this was cut out of a bigger page. "No. No way!" I say, as the parchment extends itself vertically, revealing more written words. I could make up the first word.
GREETINGS!
But the rest still took time to... Write themselves? I did what any sane homeless individual would do. I raised the parchment with both hands, upwards. As if offering prayers to the Gods above and not at all taking in the raindrops from the weak rain this morning. It extended some more, then stopped. Ah, it had an outline on the back, clearly defining its' full size. I pulled my arms back and glanced over it.
GREETINGS! WE EXTEND WARM GREETINGS AND APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE! IT TOOK US A WHILE TO FIND YOU! UNDER THIS APOLOGY, SHOULD BE YOUR INVITATION. PLEASE BOARD ANY TRAIN AT THE TRAIN STATION NEAREST TO YOU AT PRECISELY 20:00 PM TODAY.
I kept reading, my eyes widening as I did so.
Dear fellow magic user, we hereby extend our invitation to our prestigious Andarra Academy of the Arcane. If you wish to refuse our invitation, we understand, even though it will bring us much pain. We heard great things about you and we would like to hone your arcane potential even further. As we were unable to contact you via your world's commonly used communication methods, we had to improvise. The creature that brought you this invitation is now yours. Do with it as you see fit. It knows a bit of the arcane and could probably be trained further, but that is up to you. Once you name it however, it is bonded to you forever.
Signed,
Andarra Academy President
I stared at the parchment for a lot longer than I should have. My eyes focusing on it, then on the owl, then back to it.
"So... Hello again?" I said. The owl flapped its wings once, acknowledging my hello, or returning it? Wait, 8 PM? Oh, it's morning. I have time. Wait...
Magic user? Me? I never did magic, it doesn't exist. Was I hallucinating because of starvation? Would it matter? Academy, they probably serve food there. If they invited me, that means I don't have to pay, right?
The owl flew high, and sat on my shoulder before I had time to react. I looked at it, it looked back at me. Its' eyes were dark, and the beak was quite cold.
"What should I name you?" I said. It tilted its' head left then right.
Fuck it, pick up a random name... Michael?
"Your name is Michael from now on. Is that fine for you, Michael?"
It moved its' head up and down like birds do, nodding... Agreeing. Wow. It even understood what I said!
"Well Michael, time to find the nearest Train Station." Which was quite coincidentally, the Central Chicago Train Station, next to where I was living. Quotes around 'living'.
I asked some folks about what time it was, but they ignored me. Most of them. Some commented, "I don't have any money on me, beggar." Of course you don't. I just wanted the time. Prick.
A few hours pass by the time I give up and just sit on the stairs of the train station. It was then that Michael pressed his or her beak into my neck a few times.
"Yes, what is it, friend?"
It then pointed upwards. And I followed. Oh my God. Of course the train station would have a massive clock on its wall. I sighed audibly.
"Thanks." I said to it. Michael replied with moving its' head up and down a few times. I felt good. He or she wasn't judging me.
It then moved its' beak closer to my under arm, tilting his/her head left and right. Disapproving? Oh, my goodness. I forgot about hygiene. I've been homeless so long, I got used to the smell.
So I went to the public bathrooms in the train station. When I turn a corner to reach them, I'm greeted by two doors. Female and Male. Man, what I wouldn't give to check the female bathroom right now... Is what I would've said, had this three hundred kilogram beast not come out of it. I moved to the side, breathing heavily. My good Lord, she was huge. I could feel gravity changing as it looked at me for a moment. A shiver passed through. Was I safe?
I quickly entered the Male bathroom, and cleaned up as best I could, Michael still on my shoulder. I looked in the mirror, and saw my scrawny face filled with dirt and dust. I did my best to clean it up. However, strangely, I couldn't see Michael in the reflection. I touched him then, gently stroking his feathers. He felt real.
A few minutes later, I exit the bathroom, a bit perturbed by that sensation of strangeness. Was Michael a vampire? What was I getting myself in to?
The clock in the train station almost hit 8 o'clock PM. The invitation said any train. But it had to be at 20:00. Alright. I approached the train tracks, and as I did, the groups of people waiting there avoided me in as a gentle way as they could. Jokes on them, I know magic! And I've got a magic owl! And... Was this all part of my imagination? I turned and asked a man waiting for his train.
"Sir, do you see this?" And I point to my shoulder where Michael was sitting. The man tilted his head, confused look on his face. "Your shoulder?" He said.
"Is there something on my shoulder?" I say. The man approached me just a bit, "Dirt? You should get that cleaned up." He said. I nodded.
Right. I was going crazy. "Thank you!" I say to him, then turn and approach the incoming train. Its' metal wheels shrieked as it came to a halt into the station. I turned and looked at the big clock behind me, clearly seeing that it was getting closer and closer to 8 PM.
I waited until everyone got into the train, still with my eyes on the clock. Just a little bit more. Michael touched my neck again with his beak.
"Yes?" I ask him. He or she turns their head down the direction from where the train came. That's when I saw someone waving.
"Oh!" I waved back. As I was approaching them, the clock hit 8 PM just then. Without hesitation, the... Surprisingly small and agile conductor, placed his hands on me and dragged me into the train car, against my will. Michael flapped his wings for a moment, but we were already inside. The doors closed, making a small click noise.
"Oh shit." I say, "What time is it?"
The conductor looked up at me, "Exactly the right time. It's 8 PM sonny." He extended his arm to shake my hand. I reciprocated.
"Welcome to the Andarra Express! We will leave shortly. Name's Gylmoile." He said. That's when I noticed he had long ears.
"Hi Mr. Gylmoile." I replied, introducing myself.
"Listen sonny, your seat should be 12A, Train Cabin 12. Can I see your invitation?" He said.
"Yes. Here." I hand it to him. "Can you tell me more about what's going on?"
The long-eared small man examined the parchment and just then my stomach was rumbling. "Oh, don't worry kiddo, here." He gave me a package of biscuits and a bottle of water. "That should help you survive until we reach the Academy. Anyway, your papers are in order. You may go to your seat." He gave me the parchment back. I turn and walk a few meters in the wagon corridor, before Mr. Gylmoile said, "Wait, where's your little creature? The owl?"
I turn and with widened eyes, I ask him, "You can't see it?" Mr. Gylmoile shook his head. "Not really, kiddo. Is it with you?" I nod, "Yes, it is. Right on my shoulder."
The conductor shrugs, "Alright then... Keep it with you at all times." And he left to go to the next train wagon.
Am I the only one able to see Michael? That's even weirder. You'd expect magical creatures to see magic, right? I shrugged and continued walking across the corridor. I counted on 8... 9... 10... 11... 12. Cabin 12. I opened the door, and saw two seats next to the window parallel to each other, and right opposite to them, beds. How long was this ride?
I sit down, and just then the train starts moving and Michael, who until now stood still on my shoulder, flapped its wings and flew across the half meter separation between the seats, landing, turning and sitting down right opposite to me, staring at the train window.
My mind raced, what the fuck was I doing? The biscuit package fell down. Oh! I grabbed it, opened it, and ate all of it within impossible timeframes. Barely able to breathe. Then I drank the water and laid back into the train seat, also staring at the window.
"Ahh, that was good, Michael. Oh! Did you want some biscuits?" I told him. He or she moved their head up and down. "Sorry friend. Next biscuit package I get, is all yours." And come to think of it, I should get an owl expert to tell me what sex Michael is. What if he's a she? Would that mean her name would be 'Michelle'? Wait, how could they tell me if no one seems to be able to see him.
The cabin door slid open, and I was taken aback. "Oh, hi!" I said turning in my seat. Michael looked towards the door also.
"Hi!" A woman's voice replied, her blonde hair with brunette streaks from the center of her head covered most of her face. She was bringing in a big suitcase on wheels. "Let me help." I said to her, and approached her, then I saw her face. Wait... She looked like...
"Jennifer? Lawrence?"
"Huh? Yeah? That's me." She smiled. And extended a hand to shake mine. I shook it. "Oh my goodness. You were invited too?" She asked.
I nodded. I helped budge the suitcase to the compartment above the seat Michael was sitting on. And then looked at her green eyes. My. She was even prettier in person. I introduced myself and sat down. As I did, she was still pushing at her suitcase and I could see her ass through her tight jeans. I admired her butt, then moved my eyes down towards her heels and feet. She was wearing red sneakers with bluish tight jeans and leather jacket covering her white blouse. She stopped pushing the luggage, and her hands were left hanging next to her butt. I could admire her fingernails. They were red. Bright red. If only I could ask her what her toenail color was too. Something was bulging in my pants and I realized what was going on, so I stopped and looked at Michael, who was technically sitting on her seat.
With one arm I extended it past her upper thighs, wanting too hard to touch them with my arm, if not with my hand. But no, too obvious.
"Come." I tell him.
"Uhh, what're you doing?" She asked, looking down at me.
"Oh, just telling my pet owl to come here. It's sitting on your seat."
Her face frowned, "There's nothing on my seat." She says. "Are you okay?"
Michael unfurled his wings and jumped on my knees, almost losing his balance and falling down my crossed legs. I grab him and place him gently down next to me.
"What are you doing?" She says.
"He almost fell."
"Who? The owl? There's nobody here." Her girly voice turned a bit serious. "It's okay. I know you can't see him. Wait..." I ponder and look at her as she's sitting down. "How did you receive your invitation?"
She pulls out her phone, "Via e-mail. I actually thought it was spam at first." She showed me the text.
"Did you need to drop rain water on the phone screen?" I ask her.
Jennifer turned her head to her left, squinting her eyes, "No, I did not. How did you get your invitation?" She asked.
I pull out the parchment I got and show it to her. "Here." I said. "It was blank when I opened it, and as soon as raindrops soaked it, letters formed, or... Should I say, they were being written by the rain?"
Man, this sounds insane. "I know this sounds insane."
She shook her head. "No, actually. It's the first thing I even hear that's magical. Besides the long-eared conductor."
"Mr. Gylmoile? You met him?"
"Yeah!" She said, "Pretty touchy fella." Jennifer sighed.
Not surprised, I think to myself. Not even magical creatures could keep their hands off your body. Holy Jesus, what I would do to you right now. Your red sneakers would come off first, of course. I'd start pressing my head into your sock covered soles. Stay there for an hour or so. Then move up to your ass, then face. I would literally strip --
"Are you there?" She said.
I snap out of it. "Hmm? What did you ask?"
"I asked, was the owl how you got your parchment?"
I nodded. "Yes, yes. It was -- Is, a white owl. I named him Michael."
Jennifer looked to my side, where I 'supposedly' placed Michael, but she pursed her lips and shook her head, "I don't see anything there." She said.
Hmm... I ponder as I pick up Michael, as gently as I can. "Can you... Touch him?"
She extends an arm and moves it down a bit, until she reaches his head. All this time, Michael unfurled his wings fully, scaring me he'd break the train car's window with one of them.
"Michael, please don't bite the lady." I tell him.
"Oh my God! I can feel him!" She says, "He's... Warm. And fluffy!"
"Well, at least now one person doesn't think I'm crazy, anymore." I place Michael down next to me, as he retracts his wings.
"So, they sent this invisible owl because they couldn't reach you?" She tilts her head as her green eyes look straight into mine. "Yes." I say, "I'm... You know... " I slouched my shoulders, "Homeless."
"Oh!" She paused and covered her mouth, "I'm so sorry."
"No, it's okay. I'm here now. As are you." I gesture towards her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She says frowning. "Nothing!" I reply, raising my hands up, palms forward. "Just that we are now both going to this magic academy?" I think nothing of her sudden reprisal, well, almost nothing. Her attitude clearly changed once I mentioned I'm a nobody.
She raised her chin upwards, "Oh, right. Yeah!" She does finger guns at me, "So technically, you won't be homeless anymore!" And winks.
Yeah, I won't. If they give me a free bed...
She yawns and covers her mouth. But no, don't cover it yourself, I think to myself. Let me do it... With my --
"I think I'm going to turn in for a while, I'm super tired after traveling this long." She says, smiling at me with her green eyes.
"Yeah, no worries." I gesture to the beds next to our seats. "There's a reason they are there... "
"Exactly." She said as she untightened her sneakers and pulled them off with her hand, revealing white socks. Clean white socks. Man. Just let me touch them. I could give her a massage? No, that'd be weird. She gets up and turns with her ass towards me as she lounges towards the bed. Her jeans trying the best they could to contain her butt.
"Wake me up when we arrive, would ya?" She said as she drags a pillow under her head.
I nod. And try not to stare at her socks, her feet. Her legs locked away in those jeans. Fuck, what would I not give to --
"Could you please not stare? It's giving me creepy vibes." She said, looking at me. Then she turned to face the wall, her ass and feet even more visible.
"Yeah, sorry!" I say and turn towards the window, looking at the landscape passing by us fast. My eyes couldn't stay there and turned to her feet once more.
The sounds of the train tracks and engine were low enough that I could hear her breathing. And since I lived so long with other homeless, I could distinguish -- Her breathing evened out just then. I stomped my foot into the floor. No change in breathing.
Like a raccoon, I approached her on all fours. Just for a bit, I say to myself. And as my bulge grew in my shriveled pants, I could smell them. Her perfume was prevalent now, was it lavender? I breathed in her socks and was fighting the urge from pushing my face into them. I want you so bad, I think to myself. Oh my God, they smell so good, freshly clean socks and feet. Please. I opened my mouth and wanted to put at least one of her heels into it. It's tortu --
"Wow."
I widened my eyes. My heart was beating so fast it deafened my thoughts. The conductor? Oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm fucked! They're going to kick me out of a moving train!
But... The corner of my eye didn't see the cabin door open. Then who? I turn my head to the source of the sound.
A white wing unfurled and gestured, "No, by all means, continue." Michael said.
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