Part 2:

Part 2:

See the reblog for the second poll.

It’s THEM.

THEY'RE ALL HERE.

For clarification, I view Adela Sader as the "witch" and the Storian as the "parent," the authoritarian "household" structure, or the magic "life token," even if it has a will of its own and functions differently than a passive object or sign would.

If anyone would like to interpret any of this themselves, have me interpret anything further, or ask a question, you can comment, reblog, or send me an ask, and I'll respond or add more commentary if I have any!

Book: The Uses of Enchantment: The Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales by Bruno Bettelheim.

(This question is for modern AU!Rafal.) Rafal, how does it feel to know that you won't eventually look like melted shoe leather like Rhian because you don't tan/stay out of the sun? You're also much less at risk for developing skin cancer. How does that feel? (I did a bunch of research on tanning out of curiosity and learned that a tan is always evidence of skin damage, and that everyone should be wearing sunscreen regardless of skin color, and now I'm too afraid to tan even slightly in the sun. I hate it here!!!!!)

Rafal: It feels... just grand. Superior even, to know I'll retain my youth while my vanity-obsessed, modish brother won't. [He grins.] And I expend far less effort on looks than he does. The irony will be unparalleled and I'm keen on preserving the moment he realizes it for himself for as long as humanly possible.

For a lark, I may order a brass plaque for Rhian's favorite, gilded mirror, to commemorate the day he's bound to have spent weeping inconsolably over his first grey hair— [He pauses in the midst of his rapturous planning.]

Wait. Did you say skin cancer? That's it. I've just about had it up to here with that arse. [He makes a throat-slitting motion across his neck to illustrate his point, and starts to shout in the direction of another room.] RHIAN, YOU MAY AS WELL BE DEAD, YOU LOON! YOU'RE NOT SETTING ONE FOOT OUT THAT DOOR WITHOUT SUNCREAM FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS OR YOU'LL NEVER SEE DAYLIGHT AGAIN!

If it weren't for genre and target audience constraints, Rafal could have been so much worse. (And yet, there's already one human trafficking count against him in canon, I know.)

Still, I have a headcanon that he'd have bodies exhumed, shortly before decay sets in with zero regard for the deceased's loved ones, to study them, and not for art like Da Vinci did, but for learning anatomy in order to torture the living more effectively.

The "fluffy" part of the headcanon would be that he would threaten Rhian with creative yet anatomically impossible torture when Rhian doesn't listen to him, and Rhian would recognize it could never happen and just know Rafal is looking out for him.

Best character -> best dialogue.

Rafal's Sassiest Lines from the Prequels

"By all means, give your speech first," Rafal replied. "You know, since the Storian is on your side."

"Only a fatuous idiot would think that lamp was real."

"Well now it's your turn to prove you have the judgement to be a school master."

"Pity the little thief doesn't have his lamp anymore."

"I can love you and still think I'm better," said Rafal. Which is why when Aladdin proves himself Evil, I'll enjoy watching you squirm-"

"You cant just move up the Ball!"

"Too late," Rafal snipped.

Well they are invited because they 're a part of this school, just like I am, much as you hate to admit it," Rafal replied, "and I decided the date needed changing and you were too busy swimming in the pond-"

"Besides, like you said, the Evers live for balls. So why delay? I see no reason to wait. Let us all indulge in the spirit of love. That's what you want, isnt it?"

'"You remind me of my brother. So self-righteous and sure of his own mortality. Only you're not as handsome and even more delusional."

''I hear the new Pan is tall and solidly built for a boy of twelve. Not sure you'll match up well."

Rhian shook his head. "I thought it's who you would pick!"

"You really are lost," Rafal said quietly.

"What do we do now?" Rhian prompted.

"I'm supposed to solve this problem?"

"It's gauche your school. None of the grit of true Evil."

"I'M IN CHARGE NOW," Rafal boomed.

"The Storian, you dunderheaded dolt! He has the Storian! The one you and your lovestruck thief boy gave away!"

"And from the way you're looking at Captain Muscles, your thief isnt the only one who's a lovestruck fool."

"You can fly, can't you?"

"If it wasn't for you cozying up to Hook, that bridge wouldn't have existed in the first place."

"Now I'm a loose end? You can't even fly!"