A/N: Thanks for your reviews, faves and watches. Wand choice notes are at the end of the chapter if you are interested…

Chapter 2 – Diagon Ally

He followed Jazz to one of the many eateries on the Ally. It looked really posh and he wondered why they were here. Normally those well acquainted with the wizarding world, or just well acquainted would dine here. While his family were pure-bloods and well off they weren't the ones for being on the fancy scene.

"Jazz why are we-" the question died on his lips.

In front of him he saw his parents who were seated at the table, talking to a woman dressed in lilac robes with ginger bob cut hair, a thin face and hazel eyes. Next to her was a man who was dressed in navy blue robes, with short slicked blond hair and blue eyes. But what made him do a double take was the girl who was standing before him. She had short black hair, a small slim face that held gleaming violet eyes. Her robes her pitch black save for the edging that were decorated in lilac. Her lips were slightly purple probably from some low level cosmetic spell, or mundane lip gloss.

"Sam," His heart skipped a beat.

She ran and hugged him, "Danny!"

He hugged her tightly, he missed her so much. He had only seen her once since the accident and it was from his own bed. They sent letters often but it wasn't the same.

When he finally let go of his longtime friend he noticed that all the adults were looking over to them. Jazz guided them across the way and he was face to face with Sam's parents.

"Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Manson," he greeted formally as he was taught being the future heir to the Fenton legacy.

"Good afternoon Danny," Mrs. Manson greeted, "Oh polite as ever. You have raised him well Maddie."

"Yes well," his mother slightly blushed at the compliment, "We do our best."

"Good afternoon, Danny," Mr Manson smiled warmly, "Excited to be attending Hogwarts?"

"Yes sir."

"Mom, Dad can we go and explore the ally?" Sam asked at once, not one to waste time on idle chatter.

"I can keep an eye on them," Jazz volunteered much to Danny's delight.

"Jazz is very responsible," his father said at once beaming with pride, "She was top of her class last year and she is in Ravenclaw."

"Yes well," Mrs Manson was startled by his father's sudden admission, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

"Yes!" Sam hissed in excitement.

"Stay on the alley, don't talk to strangers and be on your best behavior." Her mother said sternly.

"Yes Mom."

"Jazz, can you take the kids to meet us at Madam Malkin's in half an hour. We need to get Danny and Sam fitted for their uniforms and we need to pick up their wands before we leave," His Mom instructed.

"Will do."

The trio set off from the eatery and into the fray that is Diagon Alley. Danny kept glancing at Sam, afraid if he looked away long enough she would disappear.

"So where do you want to go? Did you want to go to Magical Menagerie and see the cats?" Sam asked, "I'm so glad I'm Goth, being a witch rocks!"

He nodded and followed her to the shop with Jazz not too far behind.

"Wow!" she squeaked as soon as they entered the crowded store, "Look at that cat!"

She was pointing to a black slender cat before she ran up to it and poked her finger through the cage. The cat blinked lazily at before sniffing at her fingers. She smiled as the cat rubbed its cheeks against hers fingers while Danny barely paid attention to the animals. He kept looking at her. She finally noticed.

"What do I have a bogie on my face?" she asked noticing his attention.

He flushed red, "Uh no, I uh."

"I'm attending Hogwarts," she said at once.

"What?"

"What you have bogies in your ears too?" she gave a smirk, "I said I'm going to Hogwarts."

"Why?" he asked but then regretted it. There was so much he wanted to ask her that school was something at the bottom of the list.

"I'm going to stay with Granny for a while," Sam replied glancing at some more cages, "Gran lives in a small village in the countryside. So since I'm now living in England I need to apply to a magical school in Europe instead of America."

"How long have you been in England?" Danny asked.

"We arrived yesterday and then tried to surprise you with our visit," she smirked, "I can see that it worked."

Danny rubbed his neck his blush deepened, "I- I missed you. It sucks that I can't go back."

Her face was unreadable, "I'm sorry I couldn't visit more. Mom and Dad were busy and were mad at your Mom and Dad for a while."

He nodded knowingly. After the accident, her parents were angry at his parents for leaving such dangerous experiments around. Even if it was he who was injured, her parents saw that she was almost hurt. He wasn't sure how they made up, but at least they were on speaking terms now and Sam was able to visit.

"What about your Mom and Dad, will they be in England too?" Danny asked wondering how Sam gotten to live with her Grandmother.

She grimaced, "Mom thinks I'm not proper enough for a pure-blood. She hates it when I dress up like a Mundane Goth. She thinks that if I stay with Gran for a while I may learn some of the 'old wizarding ways'."

"Is your Gran nice?" Danny asked.

She shrugged, "I dunno. I'm going to meet her tonight. Apparently she knew me when I was a baby, but that means nothing to me 'cause I don't remember that."

He nodded, "So you're staying for good… you're not going back to America?"

She shook her head sadly, "No not for a while. Mom and Dad are leaving after I go to Hogwarts by international Portkey."

Danny looked at her in shock. Surprised that her parents would leave her half way around the world with a relative she barely knew. He knew her well enough to look through her brave face to see how much this upset her. He wanted to give her a hug to comfort her but he didn't want make a show of it. Sam hated open shows of affection and being the heiress to the Manson fortune had been drilled into her from a young age. Showing weakness wasn't an option.

Instead he reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder, giving a light squeeze before letting his arm fall back to his side. She smiled a tiny tight smile and said nothing.

"I'm glad you're here."

Jazz came up to them from behind, "There you guys are. We're going late meeting Mom and Dad at Madam Malkin's, if we don't go now."

Danny groaned at the prospect at getting more horribly outdated robes but Sam and himself was led through the crowd to the clothes shop. Their parents were waiting outside.

"Come on let's get inside," Maddie ushered the children through the door.

They entered a small quaint store filled with rows of hanging robes, with various clothes out on display. Danny didn't like wizards robes in general, and he liked the Hogwarts uniform even less. He felt like he was playing dress up in a Halloween party that every witch and wizard was invited to. However his Mom once remarked how robes were often enchanted with cleanliness, durability and anti-wrinkle spells, something that was a major advantage over Mundane clothing.

Still Danny preferred his Mundane jeans and t-shirt any day. It was his go to clothes in America, and his parents didn't seem to mind, as long as he wore his robes when meeting other wizards or when they are entering into a pure wizarding place. Other wizards took offence if a fellow wizard didn't wear the appropriate clothing, well that what his Mom said to him when she was teaching him wizarding etiquette.

A plump woman, dressed in mauve approached the families, "Hogwarts?"

Danny and Sam nodded.

The plump woman nodded, "This way dears, we'll get you both fitted out straight away. I've filled in a lot of first year students going to Hogwarts."

They were guided to a small fitting area. The lady called for an assistant and disappeared behind the shop and then brought out a long black mass of cloth, to which Danny only assumed it was his school robes. They had to take their dress robes off as she draped the premade robe over his head, resting as an outfit on his shoulders. She gestured for him to step up on a footstool while she pulled out a few sowing pins.

He saw Sam was going through the same process for her robes as the assistant was pinning her robes. She was much more enthusiastic than he was. After a few minutes Danny was bored, he tried to be still so the lady could do her job quickly and he can be off. He glanced over so see the Fentons and the Mansons chatting the way adults like to, about boring subjects that had nothing to do with new magical and Mundane toys or the latest racing broom or anything remotely exciting. Mrs Manson was chatting to Jazz, to which she was delighted to be included in adult conversation. He rolled his eyes, Jazz sometimes acted too much of a grown up.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Jazz exclaimed, "Danny and me bumped into Harry Potter earlier."

"Harry Potter?" Mrs Manson gasped.

"You mean I bumped into him," Danny corrected, "Literally."

"Are you sure dear?" their mother looked at Jazz with disbelief.

"Yes Mom, I'm sure! He's skinny and has bright green eyes with glasses. He had messy black hair too but I didn't see the scar, I think his hair covered it," she continued.

"The Potters are one of the ancient houses in England," Mrs Manson murmured.

"Until Vol – I mean You-Know-Who almost wiped them out single handedly in one night at the height of the war here," his Dad pointed out.

"Still the Potters have an heir," Mr. Manson replied.

Danny frowned knowing the full story from his sister when she read the books. He looked down seeing that the fitting was almost complete.

"He was a nice boy, he's never been to the Wizarding world before," Jazz continued.

"He was raised by Mundanes," Danny added, "If the Potters are so ancient, shouldn't they have magical cousins, or uncles that he could've been with?"

His mother shook her head, "It is none of our business Danny. He should be entering school this year, I don't want either of you to interrogate him on the subject, especially you Jazz."

"But Mom-"

"And that's final Jasmine."

"All done my dear," the woman replied taking the pinned up robe off the 11 year old.

Danny happily stepped down from the platform and waited for Sam. She finished soon after and joined him with the chatting adults. Their parents paid for the robes and they left the shop. The Mansons moved off to the side for the moment as did the Fentons. His father un-wrapped a small brown cake and ate it happily.

"Mmm fudge…"

"Oh sweetie they're for later! You've going to get fudge all over your robes!"

"Don't worry Mads, we're in the wizarding world, I can cast a quick Scourgify and it will be right as rain."

"I suppose…"

"Plus I need to keep my appetite up, I've already ate through all the Fenton Beef Jerky!"

Maddie sighed, "Well don't eat too much dear, we have pork roast later."

Jack nodded as he chewed through another bite of fudge. Maddie pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it to look at its contents.

"Well we got almost everything on the list," Maddie glancing over the parchment letter, "Did you buy a pet Danny?"

Danny shook his head, "I don't want an owl, or a cat… or a toad."

"Did you go to Magical Menagerie?" Jack asked, "I thought they have more range other there"

"They do," Jazz spoke up, "but more species of cats and toads. They do have rabbits, mice and other small animals."

"Ugh, what with the wizard Brits and their cats and toads?" Danny muttered, "I wish I could have a dog."

"Danny watch that tone," his mother reprimanded, "And you're not taking a dog to school."

"Aww why not Mom, it would be awesome! We can play outside all day, I can feed it and walk it and-"

"When you're older son," Jack replied.

"Aww but Daa-ad!"

"Daniel," his Mother warned.

"Okay…" he sighed backing off.

"Well all we need to get now is your wand," Maddie folded the piece of paper and slipped it into her robe pocket.

"We will need to pick up Sam's wand as well," Mrs. Manson piped in as their own family meeting was finished, "We can go together, before we depart back to the manor."

Maddie nodded, "Sounds wonderful."

Sam looked ecstatic and he couldn't blame her, he was definitely looking forward in getting a wand all day. He could finally practice magic rather than help brew potions and practice Occulmency. They headed to a shop that looked warn and run down with a sign that read 'Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC' in peeling gold letters over the door. The windows were dusty with a single wand laying upon a purple cushion.

"I came here for my wand," Jazz spoke up informing Danny, "It's really neat but Mr Ollivander is a bit eccentric..."

"I hope he behaves himself this time," Maddie remarked, "He was staring at our wands for a good half an hour."

"He was?"Mrs Manson said a little worried.

"Well can you blame the man, I mean our wands were made by Joseph Campbell, the best wandmaker in America. Also I think Mr Ollivander is just as passionate with wand making as much as Mr Campbell is," Jack replied.

"Well Joseph's is the best," Mr Manson chimed in, "Joseph is a little strange. Maybe it is a wandmaker thing."

"Hey, Jazz, why didn't I meet the guy when you were here?" Danny asked drawing her attention away from the adults' conversation.

"You were too busy looking at all the Quidditch supplies, remember? So much so, Mom and Dad had to ask the shopkeeper to keep an eye on you while we went and got my wand," Jazz said exasperated.

"Oh yeah..."

Sam rolled her eyes, "You still obsessed with Quidditch? I don't see what's so good about it apart from flying on broomsticks, which is totally awesome."

"I'm not obsessed," Danny pouted, "It's interesting to me. If I can play for the American team one day it would be awesome."

"You're obsessed."

"… and Mr. Ollivander is quite a reputable wand maker in England, even in the States he's mentioned," his father remarked, as the children tuned back in, "We should head in."

Jack opened the door. A bell chimed signaling their entrance and the sound echoed within the confines of the shop. They shuffled in, standing between countless of stacked boxes that reached up towards the ceiling. The door closed behind them sealing them in the silence. Danny felt his hairs stand on end, feeling the ambient magicks in the air as if the very wands echoed their magical properties.

"Good afternoon," a quiet voice rang loudly, making Danny and Sam jump.

An old man was standing before them, his eyes pale and wide as the moon in the dim shop light. He had snow white hair that sprang out reminding Danny of a 'mad scientist' from the movies, he was short and wore some old fashioned robes that looked a bit ragged.

"Ahh the Mansons, reputable wizards, made their fortunes big in the Muggle toothpick invention. Yes very ingenious and useful indeed. I haven't had the honour to looking at your wands. Mr. Campbell's work I assume?"

"Uh yes."

"Yes, yes, good, good! He is a fine wandmaker, but my wands are on par and in my bias opinion better. You wont find a better wandmaker in all of England. Perhaps later you would care to indulge an old man in the look at some fine craftsmanship from across the pond. It's rare that one gets to look at another's work in Wandlore. Everyone is fiercely protective of their secrets, however I do like the work of others as I can simply admire such beauty with an expert eye."

Sam's parents looked at him owlishly.

"Ahh the Fentons. A second visit for your youngest son. Yes, yes a delight from last time. Famous wizarding family, also from America, who are experts in wards, pioneers on rune usages and rumoured to have a history steeped in Necromancy and Dark Blood Magicks,"

His father bristled beside him as he could feel his mother squeeze his shoulder tightly.

"But I digress," the man continued as if nothing was amiss, "Last time you were here I had the pleasure to viewing two most wondrous wands made by the most brilliant wand maker in all of North America, Joseph Campbell.

Jack, Madrona 14 inches, sturdy. It's peeling bark signifies change and thus a powerful transfiguration wand. Not a wood you will find in British wand making, mind you, but definitely much more common wand type in America."

The white eyes moved towards Maddie, "As with yours Madeline, Sequoia 12 inches, sturdy. Also not common in British wand making however they make excellent wands with the great age of the trees live to. This gives the wood plenty of time to absorb ambient magic. The wands made from these trees are powerful, however only the strong-willed and those who are in touch with nature can draw out its full potential."

He turned to his sister, "And from yours truly, Jasmine, your wand is from a Willow tree, 12 inches, springy, perfect for charms and healing magic."

Jazz merely nodded.

Ollivander smiled, "It has always been a proverb in my family that he or she who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow. My willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn."

Ollivander moved closer to Danny, "It is always the wand that chooses the wizard, remember that Mr Fenton when we pick out the right wand for you. While I may be no Joseph Campbell, but rest assured my wands are the best."

Danny didn't really know what to say as the man moved back a little and pulled out a measuring tape. He looked at his father who was glaring at the man sternly before he took a glimpse at his mother who had a strained expression. He looked at his sister who smiled back reassuringly. Lastly he glanced at the Mansons who looked a little pale but said nothing. His parents were quite stressed after the Necromancy comment especially with the Mansons in the room. He hoped there wasn't any more comments like that otherwise he would never get a wand. While Ollivander was a strange talkative guy, he knew his stuff and Danny wanted a good wand so he could learn magic properly.

"Well now Mr Fenton, which is your wand arm?" he asked.

Danny stuck out his right arm as Ollivander measured Danny from shoulder to finger, wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor and other seemingly strange measurements. Finally the tape was pulled away and the old man addressed them all, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance. In England we use Unicorn hairs, Phoenix tail feathers and heartstrings of Dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two Unicorns, Phoenixes or Dragons are the same. And of course you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand, ah yes, some wands bond with their wizards very strongly and will not work for others."

He moved away flittering around the shelves taking down boxes reminding Danny vaguely of a Mundane shoe store. He pulled out a thin piece of wood and placing it into Danny's pale right hand.

"Right, try this one, Maple and Dragon Heartstring, 8 inches, swishy."

He raised his hand and flicked it down, wondering if he was doing it right. It was quickly snatched from his hand and replaced with another.

"No that's not it, try this one Mr. Fenton. Rowan, Phoenix Feather, 9 inches, flexible"

He swished it down but nothing happened.

"No, no, no," the man muttered pulling it out from his grasp and replacing it with another, "Redwood, 9 inches, Phoenix feather, inflexible."

He stared at it feeling silly wondering it would be snatched from his hand again.

"Go on, try it." Ollivander urged.

Danny raised his hand and swished it around.

"Hmm you're a tricky one Mr. Fenton, try this one Spruce 9 inches, Unicorn hair, Pliable."

The wand was switched again and Danny was waving it around. Ollivander shook his head and again another wand was placed in his hand. This process lasted for the next 10 minutes as the piles of discarded wands grew high and higher. He was looked at his parents worryingly wondering if the accident damaged his magical core somehow skewing his usage in wand magic. His heart leapt in fright at the prospect.

The man didn't look undeterred, in fact he was quite opposite. He looked elated at the challenge of finding Danny the perfect wand, "Ahh Mr. Fenton, I think I found the right one! Try this one my boy, Blackthorn, 10 inches Dragon Heartstring inflexible."

A strange tingling when up his arm but it felt wrong somewhat. He grimaced as he flicked it, it let out a weak puff of red smoke. Ollivander frowned taking the wand away.

"I was sure this was the right one, it seems that it wants to be with you but cannot connect with your magic." The man muttered with a puzzled expression.

Danny swallowed really worried that the accident really did obscure his magical core. The worry must have shown on his face because Ollivander gave him a warm smile.

"Not to worry Mr. Fenton, I think I may have just the wand in mind!"

With that he moved off to a deeper part of the store. He moved along the shelving climbing up a ladder to reach for a box up on a top shelf. He came back and unboxed a light brown wooden stick.

"This is Cypress. Not a common wand type but quite useful," He handed to Danny, "11 inches Dragon Heartstring, sturdy. Go on give it a whirl."

Danny felt a warm tingle race up his arm once the wand touched his skin, he swished it and golden sparks flew out of the tip.

"Wonderous, looks like you're quite the match for this wand Mr. Fenton," Ollivander remarked happily, "It is curious though,"

"What is?" Danny asked.

"Well Cypress is a wood that is often associated with the Greek mythology god Hades. In case you didn't know, Hades is the god of the Greek underworld where the ancient Greeks believed the souls of the dead go. Cypress has subtle power and is good for transfigurations and works well in casting Hexes and Curses. Cored with a Dragon Heartstring, it is a very powerful wand indeed."

Danny looked at the light brown wand with some awe.

"Cool." Sam breathed.

"The great medieval wandmaker and my ancestor, Geraint Ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a Cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. Wands of Cypress find their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others' natures. Be proud Mr. Fenton, some of the most noble and heroic of people throughout history, owned a Cypress wand despite its 'dark' associations."

"Thank you," he replied genuinely grateful.

"Now Miss Manson, which is your wand hand."

Now that she saw the process she was eager to get her wand. She stuck out her right hand as he pulled out his tape measure again, measuring all odds and ends of her arm, torso, legs and height. Once satisfied he moved off again to the shelving picking out some boxes and bring it over.

"Try this one, Rowan, Phoenix feather 8 inches."

She moved her hand and as with Danny, hers were snatched out of her grasp.

"No, no, here try this one."

"Rosewood 9 inches, Unicorn hair, flexible."

She waved around. Ollivander shook his head and replaced the wand in her hand.

"Blackthorn, Phoenix feather, 10 inches."

She waved it and nothing happened. Ollivander shook his head,

"No, no, no. Not the right one at all…"

After a few more tries he finally placed a black elegant stick in her hand.

"Ahh try this one my girl, Ebony, Phoenix Feather, 10 inches, inflexible."

She swished it and bright purple sparks flew out.

"Stupendous! Looks like a perfect match! Miss Manson you are a proud owner of an Ebony wand."

Sam beamed at her black wand, which Danny had to smile. It was so much like his friend to own a black wand. He looked to her parents and they looked pleased by the choice, probably expecting Sam to own something notorious like Dogwood.

"So anything special about the wand?" she asked eagerly.

Ollivander smiled, "All my wands are special and all very unique. Ebony wands highly value and are happiest with those with the courage to be themselves. In my experience the ebony wand's perfect match is one who will hold fast to his or her beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose. Cored with Phoenix Feathers, it is versatile as it is powerful.

"This is so cool!" she cackled.

Mr Ollivander smiled, "That will be seven gallons each, please."

To Be Continued...

Wand Notes – referencing Wiki & Pottermore... and Pottermore's chosen few.

Ok first of all I wanted Danny and Co. to have reasonable realistic wands. Not special one-of-a-kind wands or anything like that. To me Danny is already special as he has ghost powers (or will have) so having a pimped up wand will make him overpowered and overshadow Harry & friends wands and power.

Also I am no Wandlore expert. I'm trusting sources of info to match the characters.

Danny – Cypress 11 inches, Dragon Heartstring, Sturdy

The wand wood with ties to the underworld in Greek mythology god Hades in HP lore. Notably Remus Lupin's wand type.

It is noted for the heroic and brave types, who would charge into battle and sacrifice ones-self. Also owners find a soul-mate over comes of their own insecurities.

Danny in the show is quite heroic and brave. He always does the right thing in the end and endeavors to help others around him. He fights for everyone and even other ghosts when it comes down to it, depending on the degree of ill treatment he has received from them. Time and time again he proves to be the hero, even when facing his future evil self or Vlad, to a point that he just does it out of habit. Especially noted when his personality was split into two with the 'fun Danny' and 'heroic Danny' with the Fenton Ghost Catcher. While he wants to live life and have fun, he has a sense of duty and honour.

In my story, Danny will grow into this nature with some ambition to prove himself after being sick. Also Cypress's death associations make it a good outline to Danny's exposure to the ghost zone… or the realm beyond the Veil via 'the accident'.

If he never received his ghostly powers (until he was 14 like in TV show cannon) I would think he would receive a Blackthorn wand. He is a natural warrior and can be used for good or bad. They bond with those who go through hardships together.

Sam – Ebony, Phoenix Feather, 10 inches, inflexible.

Ebony wands are suited for people who are frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider. They would bond with those who are not easily swayed, which reflects Sam nicely. She has the capacity to change but not on a whim. This is most apparent in the show when she encourages Danny to be heroic, to use his powers to change society (he actually didn't do much to change society just help people but she has strong ideals). So much so that when he lost his powers, wanting a break from being a hero, she was actually disappointed with him.

In the show Sam is very individualistic and has the courage to stand up to people with opposing ideals. This is apparent in her Gothic fashion, her unpopularity and in protesting for her beliefs. She could easily achieve being popular and pleasing her parents if she conformed and wasn't true to herself.

In my story she is the same as in the show. She is non-conforming and highly individual unwilling to bend to pure-blood traditions. She embraces being a witch (what Goth wouldn't) but hates the whole pure-blood isolationist belief system and rebels against it, by being a mundane Goth. Her parents hate this so they made her live with her grandmother, in hoping she would conform to their ways. If that works or not… we'll see…

Jazz – Willow tree, 12 inches, springy

Willow is known for people with great potential, enabling advanced wand magic and those with some insecurities. Of course it's famously Lily Potter's (nee Evans) wand type (and later Ron Weasley's). I chose this for Jazz as she has huge amounts of potential. Being a genius, striving to achieve her dreams to me she will go very far. Also good at charms and healing magic… perfect for her ambition to become a healer *cough* a brain surgeon *cough*.

In the show this is quite apparent, she is a recognized genius, and later helps Danny, Sam & Tucker in her own way. However she has some insecurities especially after sometime she discovers his powers. She even has 'ghost envy' and she hides it well, wanting to support her brother rather than go against him. She is insecure about herself and her abilities when dealing with ghosts in general but works hard to overcome and contribute in her own way.

Jack and Maddie's wands

They are straightforward. There isn't much information on wands from other countries. I chose North American or non-british wand types that would match. I didn't put too much emphasis because I wanted to focus on the kids not on them, plus I don't have much knowledge on good American wands in fanon so I stayed away from that. Wandlore isn't my strong point :)

Tucker's Wand – in progress.

I haven't got to him yet. Later on I will introduce his wand, I have a few ideas but nothing solid yet.

Manson's wands – can't think of any… so I don't think they would ever be described.

Also Joseph Campbell is made up by me… not part of cannon or fanon... or anything

Reviews are welcomed. I would appreciate your opinions and feedback.