(Since a bunch of you are diving into the Magic U. books, here's a non-spoilery fanfic I wrote about Kyle (our hero, you've seen him on the blue book cover), traipsing around the country alone one summer. I posted it to A03 (here) or you can read it below the cut.) Title:
Kyle/original male characterRating:
I would have called this "What I Did Last Summer" except people would get confused what fandom it was... After his second year at Veritas, the magical university hidden inside Harvard, Kyle goes out to explore the world a bit. He's not sure what he expected to find. (P.S. When Kyle says he's not into guys, he's lying.)Author's Note:
I know, I know, since I'm actually the author of the Magic University canon, this story could be taken as canon. But I still think of it as fanfic (i.e. outside the canon) because the events in this story are not referenced in the books. I'm fairly sure Kyle had quite a few summer adventures I still don't know about...! FYI, yes, Harvard has Houses just like Hogwarts.
Kyle hadn't expected to meet magical people here.
When he'd decided to go backpacking around for the summer, he'd decided to leave behind all the talk of prophecies for a while and go somewhere the Tower was far from visible. He'd always wanted to go to New Orleans, but there was a sizable magical community there, and the whole point was to get away
So he went west, and somewhere not quite to Chicago got sidetracked, and he ended up at campground adjacent to a state park on Lake Michigan. By now he had a solo pop-up tent he could carry easily in his pack, and although he'd forsaken Esoteric Arts as a field of study, he knew enough to be able to keep warm all night long no matter how chilly the night air was, so long as he was somewhere private enough to touch himself. Hence the tent.
But other than that, and the occasional application of his knack for saying the right thing to bring opportunities his way, he didn't do magic. He did write in his journal, scraps of poems and sights and thoughts, philosophies and words and sometimes rhymes that caught his ear. He hitchhiked from place to place and began to realize just how large the country was, and just how small the magical population.
But there he was, sitting on a sand dune and watching the sun set over the lake with his journal on his lap, when he felt the flare of magic nearby. Below him, closer to the waterline, was a group of people gathering around a campfire. Someone had just lit it with magic, he was sure of it. ( Read more... )