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Magda was watering an empty pot when her phone buzzed with a message. "Please excuse me." She murmured politely to the pot, as she paused in her watering to read the message. The look on her face went from peaceful to thrilled, squeaking when she realized Malik wanted to hang out. Hang out? Hanging out sounded like great fun! She wondered if they would be hanging from trees, or houses. Whatever the case was, she was excited at the prospect!



She put the phone down and looked back at the pot, tapping her finger on her lips for a moment. Then she picked up a dragon egg that her little fa'e dragon had been curled around, and placed it gently in the pot.

"Don't worry." She assured the egg inside. "I've already watered it. You'll be fine."

She dropped a treat at the feet of the fussing fa'e dragon, and then walked out of her room to head outside.

Magda felt her shorts buzz and turned around, picking her phone out of her pocket while she eyed the nearby area for any sign of vibrating trolls. When she read the message, she looked up and searched for the dragon dorms - they were visible from her position, but high up on a hill and very fancy looking. She knew that castle-like dorm building, with all of it's high peaks and ridiculous structure, would be a perfect hanging out place!

She flapped her wings hard, lifting up into the air. Her flight was slow and languid, so that when she got near the dorms she was able to drift from one window to another. She looked for Malik, and saw too many people who were not Malik, until she finally hit the jackpot. There he was!

She hopped up higher into the air, and flipped around as she dropped in order to catch her clawed feet on the top of the windowsill. This left her hanging upside down just outside his window, which was, in her opinion, a fine example of hanging out.

"Hello, Malik!" She called out from outside of his window.

Magda flourished dramatically when he opened the window, but her excitement soon turned to confusion when he tried to pull her inside. She did not seem willing to go at first, but if Malik wanted her inside of the room, instead of hanging outside of his window, then she felt the urge to comply.

"What's wrong?" She whispered, as she shimmied her way in and popped her wings through behind her, one by one. "Didn't you want to hang out? Or, oh, are there low beams on your ceiling?" She craned her head up to look for them.

"Why would I get bored in your room?" She finally answered, turning her head back down to look at him. "You're in it. Oh, precious little ball of fluff, hello friend!" Her attention had been caught by Sir Reginald. "What's your name?"

Sir Reginald received the attention he so desperately craved in the form of coos and scritches. It was clear how much Magda already adored the precious little creature - but she loved creatures of any shape and form, she was a sucker for any type of animal.

When Malik explained that he had reconsidered the comfort levels of hanging out, Magda thought that was a very reasonable explanation, and nodded sagely in agreement. But as soon as he started to second guess any sort of activity he could have offered, she pursed her lips and put her hand on his shoulder.

"I love books. Show me your favorites!"

She was starting to get the hint that Malik was self-conscious about the things he said, and did. She understood, and pledged silently to help him gain more confidence in himself. That's what friends were for!

"King Arthur.." Magda took the book and gave it a hard glance. "What kingdom did he rule over?" She ran her hand across the surface of the book to see if it's cover would tell her any tales, before actually opening it to the first page.

"I'm very interested in Kings and Queens." She mumbled with distraction as she filtered through the pages. "Is he a good king, or an evil king? Does he rule his kingdom well? Oh! Is there another king trying to usurp the throne? Hm, I suppose I shouldn't be so nosy about a book I haven't read yet, should I." She closed the book and put her hand on it's cover again, but her eyes returned to Malik. "If the book pleases you when you're done, may I give it a try?"

She couldn't speak for the professor, but she had met her in passing enough to make a guess. She shrugged noncommittally. "Seemed like she wasn't the type to mind, but I would ask her first too, just to be sure. I don't want you getting in trouble for me." Still, Magda seemed to covet the book, pressing her hands across it with interest. "Or I could just sit in your room all day and read it here. Ha! Don't mind me, I'm just part of the scenery. I'm absolutely positive that won't get awkward at all!"

She finally gave him back the book, and let her hands fall idly to her side.

"I love every story." She informed him quite seriously. "Stories are the very best things there are in this world. You can make an entire world just by telling a story. You can even make life! That's what we are, don't you think? A scary story?" She'd already lost her focus, and was looking at the other books. "I probably have a lot of things that would be considered hobbies, but reading is my very best favorite thing. A good book and a good imagination can take you anywhere. But sometimes I'd like to go places and make memories of my own, too. Like this place, for example!"

She took in a deep breath, and savored the moment. "There. A memory worth retelling."

Malik's joke was not taken as one, because it was clear by the look of overwhelming joy on Magda's face that she thought this was the best idea ever. "Malik, we should! We could write the most wonderful story ever written. It would have everything, just, just everything in it! Pirates, ghosts, sea witches, scareling armies, talking mushrooms, a flying cat, some singing flowers, and oh, oh it would all be so real, it would be like - "

She realized where her thought was leading her before she'd actually said it (a trait that did not always manage to save her in time, but it did for once, and for that she was glad). Her cheeks turned a dark hue of blue, and she put her hands on her mouth to muffle the giggle that started to escape.

"But of course they wouldn't be, because it would be on paper, and only in our imaginations." Imagination, in the hands of a child of Wonderland, became reality far too easily. She did not want him to get the wrong idea, here. Because she just had, and it set her to giggling in a way that refused to stop.

Still, frantic giggling was par for the course. She was, after all, just a touch mad.