RP: Well then, what's this?
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tutistempus_rpgDate: January 22, 2002
Characters: James Potter, others at the Portal
Setting: Portal Clearing
Content: Gen / Maybe Language
Status: Complete
James had just ordered another scotch and soda at the muggle bar he frequented not far from the Ministry in downtown London. He liked to get out of Godric's Hollow often; being surrounded by wizarding families felt, well, a bit stifling these days. Out of nowhere, as he reached to grad the iced glass, he felt a small tug in his stomach and then he was in a clearing in the middle of the night in stifling heat, drink no where to be found.
"Hello? This isn't the best prank I've ever seen," he called out. He fixed his suit jacket as if he'd been ruffled the wrong way and tried again, "Seriously guys, Padfoot, Moony - what's going on?" His voice was louder this time, not enjoying his interrupted evening out.
No sign of his friends. "Huh, well in that case I'm just going to half to wander off into these woods and see what I find," he shouted again, hoping to worry them into coming clean. He removed his jacket - it was sweltering wherever they had sent him - and suddenly there were wands raised at his eye level, he chanted a shield charm just in case and put on a smile. "Hello there, not quite who I was looking for but perhaps you all can tell me what's going on here?"
One of them, a young witch, not much older than him he assumed, stepped forward. "Mr Potter?" She asked, her voice surprised and slightly scared, he nodded. "Uh, yeah, were you expecting anyone else?" Then again, he didn't know if he'd been expected at this point.
"Um, Mr. Potter, I think you should come with me," she reached out a hand and gestured to her counterparts to lower their wands. At this point, worry finally found its way into James' lungs and he asked, "Who are you? Where are we?" Alert for danger even with his visitors unarmed by now.
"Sir, really, I think you should come with," she recognized him, though he couldn't say he'd ever seen her before. It was obvious he wasn't going to get any answers from her, though, and so he nodded, the novelty of the joke now completely worn out.
Shaking his head at it all, he followed her to a private residence of some sort where a man named Kingsley was awoken and proceeded to tell him the story.
James was a wizard, he'd seen a lot of things in his life, a lot of things most people - muggles - would find impossible. But this... This was ridiculous. To think he was somehow existing in the year 2002, without having used a Time Turner or any spell that he would ever have known, well, it was nearly beyond belief.
Finally, looking at the kind, smart, very much in command wizard, he asked, "My parents?"
Kingsley's deep voice was somehow comforting. He hadn't said much about James' life in this other, forever abandoned timeline, not even what James had been doing for a living in the normal 2002. Now, though, he shook his head, "I'm afraid they haven't come through the Portal, purposefully or not. They passed in 1977, as you know, and as far as anyone knows, they are still... gone." James nodded, feeling a small bit of the same loss he'd felt just a year ago when they'd died. His father had been older - nearly twice his mother's age if James guessed, but his mother had been young. They'd both gone so quickly, the same ailment, the same week, and part of him had thought his mother simply go one without Charlus. She had loved him so much. Trying to take it all in he finally asked, "And me? Might I be brought here from your time, too? What was I doing in London? I was in London, wasn't I? I can't imagine living forever at Godric's Hollow, the most boring place there ever was in Britain." He laughed, hoping to lighten the moment.
Kingsley's face seemed to shut down and he said, "I think we've covered enough for this evening, it's very late by our time. Let Mr. Wiggleswade here," another tall, black wizard came into view, having apparently been just outside the room where they spoke, "take you to your house here. It's part of the Settlement, not far from what is best described as our downtown, it will be yours entirely, we'll do all of the paperwork in the morning and I'll meet with you first thing." He had obviously - and in-artfully if you asked James - avoided the question. And so James nodded again and stood to follow Mr. Wiggleswade out of the home and back into the unfamiliar, oppressive heat.
Characters: James Potter, others at the Portal
Setting: Portal Clearing
Content: Gen / Maybe Language
Status: Complete
James had just ordered another scotch and soda at the muggle bar he frequented not far from the Ministry in downtown London. He liked to get out of Godric's Hollow often; being surrounded by wizarding families felt, well, a bit stifling these days. Out of nowhere, as he reached to grad the iced glass, he felt a small tug in his stomach and then he was in a clearing in the middle of the night in stifling heat, drink no where to be found.
"Hello? This isn't the best prank I've ever seen," he called out. He fixed his suit jacket as if he'd been ruffled the wrong way and tried again, "Seriously guys, Padfoot, Moony - what's going on?" His voice was louder this time, not enjoying his interrupted evening out.
No sign of his friends. "Huh, well in that case I'm just going to half to wander off into these woods and see what I find," he shouted again, hoping to worry them into coming clean. He removed his jacket - it was sweltering wherever they had sent him - and suddenly there were wands raised at his eye level, he chanted a shield charm just in case and put on a smile. "Hello there, not quite who I was looking for but perhaps you all can tell me what's going on here?"
One of them, a young witch, not much older than him he assumed, stepped forward. "Mr Potter?" She asked, her voice surprised and slightly scared, he nodded. "Uh, yeah, were you expecting anyone else?" Then again, he didn't know if he'd been expected at this point.
"Um, Mr. Potter, I think you should come with me," she reached out a hand and gestured to her counterparts to lower their wands. At this point, worry finally found its way into James' lungs and he asked, "Who are you? Where are we?" Alert for danger even with his visitors unarmed by now.
"Sir, really, I think you should come with," she recognized him, though he couldn't say he'd ever seen her before. It was obvious he wasn't going to get any answers from her, though, and so he nodded, the novelty of the joke now completely worn out.
Shaking his head at it all, he followed her to a private residence of some sort where a man named Kingsley was awoken and proceeded to tell him the story.
James was a wizard, he'd seen a lot of things in his life, a lot of things most people - muggles - would find impossible. But this... This was ridiculous. To think he was somehow existing in the year 2002, without having used a Time Turner or any spell that he would ever have known, well, it was nearly beyond belief.
Finally, looking at the kind, smart, very much in command wizard, he asked, "My parents?"
Kingsley's deep voice was somehow comforting. He hadn't said much about James' life in this other, forever abandoned timeline, not even what James had been doing for a living in the normal 2002. Now, though, he shook his head, "I'm afraid they haven't come through the Portal, purposefully or not. They passed in 1977, as you know, and as far as anyone knows, they are still... gone." James nodded, feeling a small bit of the same loss he'd felt just a year ago when they'd died. His father had been older - nearly twice his mother's age if James guessed, but his mother had been young. They'd both gone so quickly, the same ailment, the same week, and part of him had thought his mother simply go one without Charlus. She had loved him so much. Trying to take it all in he finally asked, "And me? Might I be brought here from your time, too? What was I doing in London? I was in London, wasn't I? I can't imagine living forever at Godric's Hollow, the most boring place there ever was in Britain." He laughed, hoping to lighten the moment.
Kingsley's face seemed to shut down and he said, "I think we've covered enough for this evening, it's very late by our time. Let Mr. Wiggleswade here," another tall, black wizard came into view, having apparently been just outside the room where they spoke, "take you to your house here. It's part of the Settlement, not far from what is best described as our downtown, it will be yours entirely, we'll do all of the paperwork in the morning and I'll meet with you first thing." He had obviously - and in-artfully if you asked James - avoided the question. And so James nodded again and stood to follow Mr. Wiggleswade out of the home and back into the unfamiliar, oppressive heat.
