OOH! I PLAY AJ AND I LOVE HARRY POTTER!!!! ALSO WOF, AND OF COURSE SA, AND WATCHING HISHE ON YOUTUBE, AND....
Okay, I'm basing this off of the story I'm writing. It's called Animagi, and there are these kids that can change into animals.
Characters: Griffin turns into a Griffin, Victoria turns into a dragon, Ryley turns into an owl.
Plot: They broke into the museum because of Victoria's lock-picking-computer-hacking-motercycle-driving awesomeness. Their enemy, the Morphigri, are trying to destroy them, and whatever's in that box could either destroy them or make them win. And it doesn't really help that Griffin likes Victoria...
It was a metal box in the basement of the museum, about the size and shape of a thick book. Everything else in the crowded space had been carefully cleaned, but this box was still covered in dust and grime. Scrawled on top in peeling red paint: "Do Not Open! Ever! Very Bad!" And who could resist a thing like that-especially when whatever it was inside seemed to be...moving??????
"Well, this is just great," I exclaimed. Ryley stopped looking at a thousand-year-old tomb and came over to me. "What? What is it?" She asked worriedly. I gestured to the box, which I had just opened. Inside it was a small golden scarab. Ryley cocked her head. "Hmm, a scarabaeidae. And it seems to be an automaton, so someone very skilled must've made it. And I see that it has a celestrial-bronze coating, only found in ancient egypt in 1200 B.C.-"
"In ENGLISH, please, Ryley," I said scornfully. She scowled.
"It's a scarab."
"I can see that."
"A golden one."
"And it's some sort of machine."
"And it seems to be made only about 100 years ago."
"And it's made of gold that was only found in 1200 B. C.!!!!!!!!"
"....Your point is...."
Ryley sighed exasperatingly. "It was made only 100 years ago, but then how can it be made of gold that was found at least 5000 years before that?????"
Griffin, who was doing a wonderful job of staring at me and being useless, snapped out of his trance when he heard the uproar. He nervously turned into a griffin and flew up, smashing into the wall and making rubble fall down. Ryley squaked and turned into an owl, fluttering around. She fell back on the floor and turned back into herself. I snickered when I saw her. "Um, you're missing a nose," I chorteled. She reached up to her face and touched were her nose should've been, but instead found a beak. "AHH! I hate it when this happens!!" She cried. With a pop her nose popped onto her face. I scowled at Griffin, who was in a lump on the floor.
"Because of you, we'll be lucky if they don't find us-"
Then we heard the alarms.
I stomped my foot and cursed. Then I stormed out of the room, carrying the box with the scarab. "Idiot," I snapped at Griffin. He looked forlornly at the floor. Ryley patted his back when she past him. "It's okay, she'll warm up to you," she said to him. Maybe I'm a little to harsh on him, I thought. But I brushed the thought out of my mind. I had more important things to deal with.
I had knocked out all the security guards and hopped onto my motorcycle before Ryley and Griffin even got there. "Come on," I ordered. They turned into their animals and flew off as I sped into the night...
please mods, please let this through!!!!!!