[identity profile] truebravery.livejournal.com
Hallo. I was wondering if there was anyone in this world who was originally from a school called Hogwarts? Just in case. Thank you. This is Neville Longbottom, by the way.

[It's a basic text message. Technology? What is that.


Alternately, Neville can be found wandering around the town and gardens, exploring the ins and outs of the place. Needing to know the layout and all the exits is habit he hasn't dropped yet. He's still not 100% convinced this isn't all some sort of magic delusion caused by Death Eaters or... he's not even sure what else it could be.]
[identity profile] erosion-sucks.livejournal.com
Option A: Lobby

[Toph is leaning against the directory with her arms crossed, unamused. The letter and course catalog are by her feet, untouched.

She's blind, Cid. Why the hell did you give her stuff to read? She's just going to stand here and people 'watch' for a while. Passerbys are free to notice her bare feet or blank stare. If you talk to her, she won't look at you.]


Option B: Quad

[Later, after lunch, Toph is sitting against a convenient wall, apparently doing nothing. People walking by her, however, have a tendency to trip and glance back at the ground behind them, swearing there was a dip there only to find that the ground is just as flat as it's always been.

She's bored and making people look like idiots is entertaining.]
[identity profile] wingsofvirtue.livejournal.com
[ Having just arrived and found herself in a strange place, Colette's first course of business is to find her friends. She feels ill at ease without Lloyd at her side, and she's worried about Genis and the others. That is why she's standing in the lobby and approaching an occasional passer-by. ]

Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for someone. Have you seen a boy with spiky brown hair and red clothes? Oh--maybe you don't speak the same language as me. Here, I have a picture.

ooc cut for size )
[identity profile] off-beet.livejournal.com
[ To say that Luna is taking being thrown into an alternate dimension rather well is an understatement. At first it was a little alarming to find herself waking up to an enrollment of an entirely different education program after just leaving Hogwarts, to say the least. But after reading the letter sent by the Headmaster explaining the time compression - of course, it had to be time compression - Luna's thoughts were placed on the 'at ease' spectrum of panic.

Currently, she can be found wandering around in the quad area of the Gardens, Headmaster Cid's letter placed firmly in her hands and a quizzical if not vacant aspect to her stare. Anyone passing her will receive the following inquery: ]

Excuse me, but do you perhaps know where I might find some seeds?
[identity profile] themarchything.livejournal.com
 [Oh hey, look! It's your friendly neighbourhood John Egbert, sitting in the quad with a large instrument of the woodwind persuasion sitting in his lap. Said owner is twisting two parts of the clarinet together in both hands experimentally, before raising the instrument to his lips in order to test.

He blows a very mangled C into the peaceful, afternoon silence of the courts and snorts with laughter, lowering it once more and continuing to methodically tune.

It really sucks when you travel through some weird inter-dimension summoning thing and it throws your clarinet outta wack!]

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