Of Feathers & Magic

Eyes widened a bit when he heard that one. Two extra large pizzas was her normal order, with her being in such shape? That was one hell of a metabolism, Garfield had to fight to work off all the calories he picked up by eating so much. Didn’t hurt that he often got himself into some serious fights that took a lot out of him. Now that was a real workout.

“Don’t be embarrassed by that, a girl who can eat is hard to find,” he commented with a laugh. “I hate going out to eat with someone who orders nothing but a side salad while I pick apart two entire pizzas by myself. One extra large vegetarian for me.” Finding a booth he plopped himself down. “Hope this place makes good pizza, it sure smells amazing.”

“I am sure if eating was an Olympic sport I’d get the gold.” Kara joked. A joke which was probably very close to the truth, though there was one person she was sure who could give her a run for her money - though Barry being in another multiverse kind of put a damper on that thought. 

“Grandma is the best.” Teddy agreed, he loved spending time with Andromeda as much as possible. He put one of his hands over his dads, grinning. “And Merlin was a Slytherin too and he was the greatest wizard who ever lived.” 

Teddy’s hair switched from his favored light blue to a emerald green. “I think I would like to be a Slytherin but we’ll see how the sorting goes. I might be in Gryffindor like you or Hufflepuff like mom.”

That was his boy, Remus could not help but feel pride when Teddy understood where he was coming from. Seeing his hair change shades of colour brought a smile to his face, knowing very well Andromeda would be touched by her grandson’s comments.

I also should watch Arrow.

This is a starter call for Kara Danvers, these starters can be at any point in his life.

No hydra here? Hydra was EVERYWHERE. The name is unfamiliar and her words make no sense. There was usually always people gawking, in or out of the uniform. After all, he is a bit of a celebrity.

Which leads him to believe that this isn’t HIS universe and this certainly wasn’t New York. “Where am I?” Steve questioned but he nodded anyway, deciding it was best to go along with it for now.

“National City, America.” Supergirl told him. With his acceptance of moving their conversation elsewhere, she nodded towards one of the black SUVs that pulled up before she walked towards it. “We’ll be heading to a facility where I work from, it’s safe and we can talk freely there.”

“My name is Garfield, I’m kind of green so I don’t have a secret identity to keep. Kind of hard to stay incognito when you’re a secondary color, y'know?” Of course he knew that she didn’t know how that felt in the slightest. But clearly the logic was understandable. “And it’s fine, not like you caused any harm you’re actually helping me out a little here.”

Quite a few had come to him looking for a story, he’d turned them down for the most part because he wasn’t all that interested. Kara on the other hand was a little different. She seemed eager. Like she seriously needed this story. The others seemed to just had wanted another metahuman on their page.

Besides this place had Supergirl so he doubted there was a shortage of metahumans and aliens for the others reporters to find.

Yes, National City had her, but it didn’t mean it gave her the choice of story. For the most part, the veterans got the good stories, where Kara was still fighting to show she was just as good - and not by cheating...Well not completely anyway.

“Well, that would make it very hard,” she said. “People tend to be drawn to the strange I have noticed, though the city is starting to become more accepting of all the aliens and that.” Though it didn’t make it completely easier, especially when she had to keep her identity a secret for the safety of her friends and family.

ALMOST DOESN’T REALISE HE SPEAKS TO HER.    fingertips have rubbed smudges into the ink on parchment,    as if she could erase her own feelings as easily as she could erase words.    it takes a moment,    in which she sets her jaw and blinks back any thought of tears from her eyes.   “ hmm?  ”   she sounds cold,    sounds distracted,   and doesn’t like that it gives her away.    instead,   she swallows thick and forces herself to think of anything other than PETUNIA and the love that she has lost.

perhaps she should think up some kind of insult,     but the energy seems to have been stripped from her bones and all she wants to do is go back to bed and ignore the feeling of this day.     “   yeah,    i’m fine.  ”   at least she’s still a quick liar,     at least she can still pretend that she isn’t about to shatter.    “   think i’ve got the flu that’s been going around —– or something —– feel like my heads about to explode.   ”     and then,    because she’s hoping JAMES would love to feel needed by her,    “   can you tell MCGONAGALL that i’m not going to be in class this afternoon,    and lend me your notes after?    they’re always better than MARLENES.   ”