-James pov-
Is it considered cannibalism if I eat my fingernails? If not, how far can I push on eating parts of myself before it eventually becomes taboo? Like if I eat a scab that's not considered bad by society, disgusting maybe, but not evi,l right? But if I start to drink blood like it's Cool Aid that's when people start to lose their shit, so I just can't help but wonder how far we as humans can go before it's cannibalism?
Now this may be a strange question to think, but I find that this question is of the utmost importance as I watch what appears to be a man drinking the blood of a young lady in an alleyway.
It comes to mind that this perhaps may be a vampire with the obvious connections such as a expensive looking cloak adorning the man, his sharp fangs and of course the blood drinking of who I assume is a virgin but with ethical morals lessening now days who can really say but then again according to legends vampires seem to prefer virgin blood.
Now I don't want to assume this man is a vampire for that is racist and this man could just be a cannibal that is focusing on a more liquid diet than usual… then again what could be considered usual in a cannibalistic diet as I for one have never befriended a cannibal so would not know of how they like to prepare their meals perhaps they like it raw? or perhaps prepared like a delicious cooked steak?
On to more urgent matters, I realise that the cannibal slash may be a vampire? Is finishing with the lay who thankfully seems to be still alive, which gives rise to a new theory that this could be an odd sexual encounter for them, but the lady passing out due to blood loss and the man's eyes turning red and staring at me from across the alley quickly makes the new theory rather unlikely...
Deciding that questioning the man could deter him from draining my blood in a non-consensual manner, I question the man.
"Hello may I ask if you are a cannibal? And if so, would you be willing to answer some questions I have on cannibalism?"
The man seems startled by the question, but quickly seems to shrug off his confusion and start to rapidly get closer towards me.
I suppose he may have taken offence to the question, but I would like to know why he would get offended. Is it perhaps offensive to ask about the dietary options of cannibals, or is this particular one just quite irritable?
Either way, I decide that it may be better for my continued survival on this plane of existence to how the youth use to say in my old world 'go fast as fuck' away from the cannibal, so I start to run like mad through the alleyways.
The man behind start to grow claws and wings to aid him in my capture which I believe is a point towards vampire and not cannibal but I guess if you are a vampire you are a cannibal unless vampires are considered so different from humanity itself it is no longer cannibalism but then brings in the ethical and anthropological views of if a human turned vampire drinking blood would be considered cannibalism or just eating another species without the conceived taboo of eating ones kin?
As the cannibal/possible vampire starts to reach towards me I can't help but wonder if this will be my second death which would sound abnormal out of context for how could I know death if I breathe which brings into the answer this is not my first life I believe that this life may be in the universe of harry potter itself which has taken me a while to work out but considering the signs and my research I'm fairly sure that the conclusion is that when I died my soul travelled across the ether into this universe.
The signs I talk about would be accidental usages of magic which I have begun to start to control when it happens but not the outcome of what would happen as it seems that little control of magic is why wizards and witches use wands in the first place as a uncontrolled magical attack can be both deadly to the caster and the foe alike leading to the usage of wands and other magical foci.
My second sign of being in the Harry Potter world would be the existence of the Leaky Cauldron, which is located not too far from my orphanag,e only a few minutes' bus ride over when I was in my exploring the new world for intriguing differences phas,e which I still have not gotten completely over.
My third and final was when I went through the yellow paged phone book and realised the company Drunnings existed, as well as a Mr Dursley whom I gave a call to see if it was authentic, although he seemed rather annoyed when I questioned the relevance and reality of himself and whether he was real?
So with these three facts it was not out of place to consider that this was the harry potter universe which was further cemented when I visited the leaky cauldron and questioned Tom the bartender of the existence of magic which he was happy to tell me as no muggles could get through the wards around the bar telling him I was at magical although he was confused with some questions I asked such as...
'Where does magic come from?'
'When did magic start?'
'Who was the first wizard or witch?'
'Is there a legal drinking age, and if so, would drinking a ageing potion bypass that law?'
'Why is a pub the entrance to Diagon Alley?'
'When does it become cannibalism when you eat someone? '
He seemed particularly disturbed with the last question, which led me to go down into Knockturn Alley after a helpful witch helped get through the brick wall into Diagon Alley.
Now that I'm in Knockturn Alley and met a real cannibal, maybe vampir,e I start to realise maybe Tom had a point when he told me to stop asking questions I did not need the answers to, as I am not a cannibal nor have the desire to become one.
Anyway back to my life-threatening moment, where the hands of fate are cruelly dragging me to my death or in this case Mr cannibal, who has grasped my leg.
"I don't suppose you are willing to negotiate?"
"NO!"
He snarls
"I figured you would say that"
With a pull of my magical reserves, I push my magic outward towards hi,m hoping that this does something, as with accidental magi,c you never quite know what you're getting in the end.
*Crack*
*Fizzle*
*Boom!*
"FUCK! MY EYES!"
Mr cannibal seems quite surprised by the magic exploding on him as he swiftly drops me to cradle his eyes, which are quickly becoming liquid in his skull, as I quickly depart from the scene of the crime...- self-defence, purely self-defence within an acceptable threshold.
I finally get away from Knockturn Alley into the more legal Diagon Alley and decide to go back to the orphanage for today.