Eragon PPC (or Alec at work)

 

The Department of Improbabilities was quiet for the moment. Alec slept with a book over his face and feet on the console while Marc-C fed bacon to Darth Mull, the mini Rancor that adopted them. It had been like this, quiet and peaceful, for almost an hour.

 

The computer console took offense to this.

 

[BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP!!]

 

“ARGH!” Alec cried out, falling off his chair, the book banging him on his head. A twitch of a smile flickered on Marc-C’s face as she brought up the latest assignment.

 

“Eragon?” she said, surprised, “Since when do we get Eragon fics?”

 

Standing back up, Alec said, “You didn’t get the memo? We’re now the Eragon department too.”

 

“Like we didn’t have enough to do already,” Marc-C said. “All right, let’s get going.”

 

 

( The portal opened... )