it's the summer holidays! a perfect time to travel, relax, spend time with loved ones and bask in the sun. the wizarding world is lively with energy at this time of year. everyone seems to want to make the most of their break before september comes around the corner and life returns to its normal, mundane pace. it has been especially exciting with the sporadic and strange appearances of old and new faces. some claim to be from a different world while others claim to be from a different time. then, there are the ones who have simply found themselves waking up to be remarkably younger or older. just remember to keep to your curfews, half-bloods and muggle-borns! those eerie disappearances are still happening in an increasingly alarming rate...
MINISTRY OF MAGIC
| for the ones who don't have the good fortune of going on holiday, you won't have to worry about having nothing to do, especially if you're part of the ministry of magic! with all the anomalies happening, you're going to have your hands full registering, documenting, interviewing and/or helping with a multitude of busywork relating to the newcomers. or maybe your job doesn't have anything to do with that. maybe you're on the opposite end and you've been brought in. or maybe you're just a tourist and you want to see if you can catch a glimpse of the minister for magic. whatever your reason is, welcome and stay out of people's way! |
DIAGON ALLEY
| everyone loves to go shopping and what better place to do it than diagon alley? you'll find mills of people looking at all the different items on sale or on display in store windows. maybe you're here to purchase materials for the upcoming school year or you're out on a date with your significant other. or maybe you actually own or work at one of the many shops here. whatever your reason is, you better be ready for the crowd and the heat. |
KNOCKTURN ALLEY
| oh no! what are you doing here? turn back right now! knockturn alley is no place for you to be. well, at least it isn't if you aren't a dark arts practitioner or you're not part of some nefarious secret group. just turn around and go back to diagon alley. it's much nicer there, friendlier and safer. have you not heard about all the disappearances going on? you're only asking for trouble stepping into a place like this, even if it's remarkably cool here. |
M.I.A.V.I.
| not in the mood to go out? or maybe you're stuck in the waiting room at st. mungo's trying to figure out why you're suddenly 10 years older and you need a distraction. disregarding the reason, it's sure a good thing you've conveniently brought along your m.i.a.v.i. so feel free to browse the public network, create your own post, or private message someone! |
OTHER
not interested in any of the options above? feel free to make up your own! the wizarding world is huge, so get creative with it. the setting is the summer of 1980. have fun testing out and shaping your characters, mingle with others, and start getting those crs down!
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Luna Lovegood, circa 1998. And she thinks he's his dad.
Scorpius is not his dad, or even his dad as a young man, so he immediately moves to help her keep upright, putting an arm around her while trying to figure out how to explain the situation to her.
Maybe he'll hold off, until she's regained her senses enough to notice.] He's alive, he's safe. [Both in this time (relatively, anyway) and in the future] I promise you, you both make it out of this.
[He carefully guides her up the stairs out of the basement and pauses before opening the door at the top of the stairs.] It's going to be much brighter out there than you've probably gotten used to, so you may want to cover your eyes.
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Certainly it helps considerably to hear the soothing words regarding Mr. Ollivander's status. That has some of the tension easing out of her somewhat.]
Th-thank Merlin. Thank you, Draco.
[So she'll walk up the stairs, just a touch unsteadily, with his help. She'll try to keep the shaky sobs of relief that are trying to well up in her down at least until they're outside the basement, but it's not an entirely successful thing.
She can't help the brief moment of being frozen, at his suggestion.]
I do-- so hate the dark.
[But at least it's her choice, now. At least it's her own hand and not someone else's or a bag or a cloth that's covering her eyes. Her own tremble just a little in Scorpius' grip and resting against her face, but she's managing not to panic again.]
A-all-- all right.
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[It’s a pathetic attempt at humor, but there we are. He carefully guides her out, leaving one hand on her for support as he draws his wand.]
I'm going to close the curtains and dim the lights, alright? Not all the way, just enough that it's not such a difference. [He does just that, a flick of his wand pulling the curtains on the windows closed, another dimming the lights by about half.] There we go. That should help, you can uncover your eyes now.
[He watches her worriedly; she'll need help when she leaves here, but he doesn't know where she could go. He doesn't know how to begin to explain what's happened, how can he explain when he doesn't know how or why himself? She's already on the edge of panic, it seems cruel to give her more of a reason to.]
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She nods in response to his update on the lights, but lets her hands drop the moment he says it's okay, blinking owlishly. There's an obvious hitch in her breath as she takes in something that isn't that dark, lonely basement for the first time in months. It quickly escalates into a proper storm of sobs. Somehow, she manages to stay on her feet while she does, though one arm has to wrap tight around herself and the other lifts to her mouth to try to stifle the sounds just a bit.
Amazingly enough, the tears disappear relatively quickly. Luna takes a few deep, shaky breaths, before she straightens a little more properly and wipes at her cheeks.]
Th-thank you.
[Glancing now at the other young man in the dim light, though, has her frowning just slightly-- Not with fear, so much, but more confusion and curiosity.]
You're-- not Draco.
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He hates crying in front of others, he can give her that much.
He looks back as she composes herself, smiling sadly and shaking his head as she comes to the inevitable conclusion.] No, I'm not. Something-- Something's gone wrong with time. Where we are now, is-- [where to begin?] Neither of us are supposed to be in this time. You're from... 1997, 1998? Right?
[A beat] I'm from about twenty years ahead of you. Draco Malfoy is my dad. And we've both been sent back to 1980.
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It's so hard to believe in things. Somehow, though, this is a somewhat easier truth to believe than some others that may have been.
(It's a little easier to reason to herself the possibility that this is a hallucination. It's a nice enough one, now that she's out of the dungeon.)]
1998, yes. And you're from-- beyond that? [It makes sense enough. She at least believes Draco's his father-- the resemblance is uncanny.] But how did we both end up in-- 1980, you said?
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[He sighs, guilt for his family's past gnawing strongly at him from looking at her, even though it happened before he was ever born. It's still always felt like his load to carry too.]
Why don't we go up to the kitchen? You should probably be sitting, and I can get you something to eat.
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[She's never had experience with Time Turners, other than their destruction at the Battle in the Ministry. She doesn't know what kind of trouble time can go through.
She can guess, of course, but it's quite something else to know it. Besides, it's easier to go along with it all and learn what she can, even if it is a hallucination.
His offer is accepted with a tentative, grateful smile. It doesn't reach her eyes. It barely reaches the corners of her lips.]
I'd quite like that. Thank you-- oh. [A startled blink.] I don't think I caught your name.
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[He guides her up to the kitchen and quietly asks one of the house elves if she would mind terribly if he made some tea and sandwiches himself, he doesn't want to keep her from doing her work or anything, he'd just like to do it on his own this time, if that's alright
He's sure they report back to Lucius about him, after all, so besides getting her out of the room for this particular conversation, he's trying to win as many of them over as he can, so they might be swayed to leave out details that aren't explicitly asked for. Common decency can go a long way.
There's a little breakfast nook in the kitchen, and he drags a seat over near the counter for her as he puts on the kettle and prepares the food. He's spoiled, but even he can manage sandwiches. He keeps his voice soft, just in case.] The fact that we, and other people as well, have been dragged through time to be here isn't even the most-- concerning. [Spit it out!!] What's most concerning is Minister Riddle.
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[She echoes it softly to herself as she follows him up to the kitchen. She can't help the way she glances around with surprise; can't help the way her breath is trembling just slightly as she tries not become completely overwhelmed by all the space.
Her soft 'thank you' towards the house elf is very quiet. Her grateful words to Scorpius are much more audible as she settles into the chair.
She has to grip onto the counter to ensure she doesn't fall over, at his words.]
And that's-- the Tom Riddle? He's-- Minister for Magic?
[That absolutely isn't at all right. So much for this being a nice hallucination, or an escape, or whatever she'd hoped this would be.]
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He is, since 1970 apparently. And there's more-- a registry and curfew for half-bloods and muggleborns. [He keeps his voice hushed, but it's still pretty clear from his tone what he thinks about that load of absolute garbage.] The future I'm from-- He's gone, for good. He's been gone a long time, before I was ever born, and there's been no sign of him, and the world has rebuilt. We have to get back to that.
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She can't help, initially, to focus on what feels most critical for her now.]
--It ends?
[It gets better?]
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[Would it be helpful to tell her about the twins? It'd be a solid confirmation that she survives, has a family, a life... but he's already throwing a lot of information at her.] I'm sorry, my best friend knows you better than I do. Albus Potter. You're his little sister's godmother.
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[Her voice can't help but be just a hint small at that; a tad overwhelmed. There's a brief hint of tears welling up in her eyes, for a moment, but they don't fall just yet.]
That's all-- very nice.
[It ends. It ends, and well, and she survives and Harry does and he has kids and they're close enough for her to be a godmother.]
And it's-- not so very far from when I am, too.
[That's a hopeful thing. Even if this isn't real, maybe it's real enough that the war actually will end soon when she eventually has to go back.]
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Now, I really don't want to rush you, but... well, my grandad could come back at any time, and I doubt you want to see him. Is there somewhere I can help you get to? Most people in our situation are staying with family, but if you need money for a room, I can help with that as well.
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[And she doesn't want to see her mother, just yet. Doesn't want to worry her father, even if he isn't her father in this version of time.]
I'd be-- grateful for a bit of money, just so I can get a room. Once I've had a day or two I can-- figure out if there's someone I can stay with, or something. Thank you so much, Scorpius.