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You cannot be the other guy because the other guy is too busy being himself.
Your name is DAVE STRIDER. You are ELEVEN YEARS OLD, and recently you received a LETTER. You have it pinned to your wall next to your many IRONIC WORKS and MOVIE POSTERS.
The letter is from a school called HOGWARTS, SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY. According to the letter, you are welcomed to attend their school because you’re MAGIC.
Personally, you think it’s a LOAD OF BALONEY. Even if magic was real, you wouldn’t be able to do it.
Your computer starts lighting up with notifications, and you sit down at your desk and log into pesterchum.
TA: dave
TA: dave
TA: dave
TA: dave holy 2hiit
TG: what
TA: dave remember that letter you got
TG: yeah of course
TA: and you 2aiid iit wa2 all bull and put iit on your iirony wall
TG: i already said yes
TA: fiine whatever
TA: ii just got one
TG: what
TA: yeah
TG: no
TA: ye2
TA: magicletter.jpg
TG: that’s wild
TA: maybe ro2e ii2 riight
TG: not you too
TG: magic isn’t real dude
TA: dont you thiink iit2 ju2t a liittle weiird that all three of u2 have reciieved letter2 from the 2ame per2on about the 2ame 2chool
TG: or its a spam thing
TA: 2pam letter2
TG: okay you have a point there
Your computer begins beeping again- someone else is pestering you.
TG: hold on
It’s Rose.
TT: Did Sollux tell you?
TG: yeah
TT: Are you willing to admit that you’re wrong yet?
TG: okay it’s a little weird but i wouldn’t go that far
TT: Of course you wouldn’t.
TG: okay but listen
TG: why hasnt anyone come to see us
TG: like youd think if theyre gonna drop the magic is real bomb theyd send an adult to collect us
TG: or like any clue on how to GET to there
TG: and not just be like “hey guys just so you know magic is real anyway see you here in september”
TG: like how ridiculous is that
TT: I’m sure we will receive further correspondence soon.
TG: yeah sure
TG: or its bullshit
TT: I have to go, my mom is calling me. Ugh.
TG: lol good luck
TT: Thank you.
You click back over to your chat with Sollux. He is no longer online. That’s fine, you have better things to do anyway. You pick up your art tablet and start scribbling out a new page for your comic, sweet bro and hella jeff , when you hear your Bro yell your name from the living room.
You go into your living room and see a strange man standing there wearing long robes and a ridiculous hat.
Goddamn it, he’s a fucking wizard.