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[potter-around.livejournal.com]

[Harry, as many new people often do, is wandering around the lobby looking thoroughly confused with a course catalog and welcome letter tucked under one arm. Thankfully, he seems to be taking the whole thing rather well; he isn't running around or shouting anyway.

Sure, being sent...wherever the heck he is...has never happened before, but it's not like other strange things haven't happened to him before. And he has a job to do. So with those thoughts firmly in mind he fights down the feeling of impending doom (he's gotten quite good at that) and strides purposefully towards the directory. Well, this school gets some points for having a directory anyway. Now where would one go to find the roster of students...? The library? Administration?]

I think...I am very lost.

[In more ways than one!]

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[outstandings.livejournal.com]

[Even though they've flown to an entirely new city, Hermione's been hard at work in the library trying to comb through the books to learn more about this strange place. There's so many things from this world that are different from her own, and if she really was going to be stuck here for a while... it was best if she acquired as much knowledge as possible. There could even be a possibility of discovering a way back home through her readings.

Having been in the library for the majority of the morning and early afternoon, Hermione had decided to take a break and return to her dormitory before heading to the cafeteria for lunch. With a stack of books in her arms, she's walking out of the library and around towards the dormitory wing when her eyes seem to automatically attract towards a mop of dark hair... but it isn't just any old mop of dark hair. Her eyes widen, and she has to remind herself not to get ahead of herself. It's not like Harry was the only one with that untamed hairstyle.

Hesitantly, she walks closer, until she can make out the pair of eyeglasses perched on the male's nose. Coupled with that voice, there was no mistaking exactly who he was, and Hermione could feel her heart practically swell in her chest with relief.]

Harry?

[potter-around.livejournal.com]

Hermione?

[Harry whirls around so quickly his glasses go askew, but a quick poke sets them to rights. Yes, that is definitely her alright.]

Are you alright? Where's Ron? And where the heck are we anyway?

[The questions came out of his mouth so fast he was barely aware he was asking them. But, lest you think this is an odd reversal of fortunes he quickly clamps his mouth shut to give her time to answer at least one. His gaze wanders unconsciously to the paperwork he's carrying.

He's never even heard of Balamb before today. It kind of feels like first year all over again. Well, at least he's with a friend instead of the Dursleys.]

[outstandings.livejournal.com]

[Hugs first, questions later! While Hermione has always been very careful and respectful towards books, she's all but dropped them onto the ground before she launches towards Harry, enveloping the male in a tight embrace.]

Oh, Harry, you're safe! We've been worried sick about you! We tried looking for you all around the school when we first arrived, but after a while we realized that it was a futile attempt, but you here now and you're alright--

[Remembering that Harry had launched a barrage of questions at her first, Hermione pulls away just far enough so that she can look up at him.]

Ron-- he should be in the cafeteria, or maybe the courtyard. Oh, he'll be so relieved to see that you're here now!

[potter-around.livejournal.com]

Ack!

[You'd think after seven years he'd be used to Hermione grappling him after he'd done something stupid. At least he hadn't actually done anything stupid this time. That he knew of. Yet.

Well, he returned the hug anyway even if he wasn't sure what brought it on.]

...hang on, define 'a while'. We left the Lovegoods' five minutes ago, didn't we?

[Yes Hermione, you've just won The Game. It's okay! You're free now!]

[outstandings.livejournal.com]

[This has Hermione furrowing her brows. While the last memory she had of home had been escaping the Lovegoods' as well, it's hardly been only five minutes since the event had transpired.]

Five minutes ago? No... I've been here for months now. We both have, though Ron claims that the thing he last remembers from home is coming back after destroying the locket.

[She's giving Harry a sort of calculating look now, as if she's trying to decipher something in her mind.]

You mean you've only just arrived here? You haven't been wandering the world or anything the last several months?

[fierybluebird]

Do you know what you're looking for, or are you lost where to start with that too?

[Don't mind the tall blond pirate here. And yes, his head does look like a pineapple.]

[potter-around.livejournal.com]

[Hey, Harry's not going to judge a guy for having messy hair. Would be kinda hypocritical, y'know?]

Well, I'm looking for my friends. And a way home. Preferably in that order.

[fierybluebird]

[Ah but there's a difference between messy and your hair actually growing/getting cut into a pineapple shape.]

If your friends are here, I can probably help with that. Getting home will be a lot more impossible though, as I haven't been able to manage that myself yet.

What's the names of your friends?

Not sure how this gels with Hermione replying first but w/e...

[potter-around.livejournal.com]

[Give it a few years!]

Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley? [He couldn't help the slight hint of hopefulness that crept into his voice. This guy seemed helpful, if he could point Harry to his friends that would just be perfect.]

lol maaaagic timeholes~~~ *wiggles fingers all magic-like*

[fierybluebird]

[AH! Good point.]

Ron's here, the guy who looks like he's got dirt on his nose? Yeah, it was his birthday recently. And I think the other one might. So at least you might have friends here.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

We have really been getting a lot of newbies. Trust me, you're not the only one. It won't take long to get used to it.

[]

[potter-around.livejournal.com]

Eh? [A house elf! Okay, well, not really. House elves don't have horns, anyway]

That so? How long're you in for?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

You make it sound like a prison. ...guess it kinda is, if a planet counts as a prison.

I've been here for nearly a full year now, in total.

[potter-around.livejournal.com]

A year? [Harry couldn't help sounding just a little discouraged at hearing that. He didn't have a year to be mucking around in some strange school, damn it.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Barring the occasion where Time Compression booted me back home, then dragged me back and dumped me outside Deling during the exams, yeah. That was a pain.

At least the second time, I guess being pulled here was... lucky.

[]

[xnotarunt.livejournal.com]

[ You have this runt over here, wandering the lobby as Harry is save for the fact that she's having an argument... with an ermine on her head. Harry's day has probably gotten a little weirder. ]

Look, I TOLD you that we should stop spooking people by you chatting them up all the time! Ermines don't ta-- OOF!

[ And with that, she bumps right into Harry, cutting herself in mid argument. ]

Uh... sorry about that.

[potter-around.livejournal.com]

[Harry blinked when he heard somebody mention a talking ermine, and turned around to investigate. Only to get bumped into by the source.]

Is...that a jarvey? [While asking this he pointed at the weasel on her head. Care of Magical Creatures was one of his favorite classes, after all.]

[xnotarunt.livejournal.com]

What's a jarvey?

[ Have a curious little headtilt from both ermine and owner. ]

[potter-around.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't know? Uhhhhh-ohhh. Harry got the distinct feeling he was talking to a muggle, but if she already had a talking ferret it's not like it was that big of a spoiler. Although...]

It...really does talk, right?

[xnotarunt.livejournal.com]

[ And as if to prove his point, the ermine tilts his head and starts to talk. ]



[ All the girl can do is facepalm. ]

I told you not to pipe up like that all of a sudden!

/icon fail

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[There's a superhero perched on top of one of the trees near the directory. Normally, Damian wouldn't even be in costume, but he supposed Disciplinary Committee members had to show their faces around some days. Robin lazily glances at Harry for a moment before carefully tossing a batarang down to where the dorms would be. Once it sticks, Robin reveals himself and shrugs.]

Dorms're over there. You're welcome.

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[potter-around.livejournal.com]

[Harry's been pretty mellow about things so far, but his Seeker-honed reflexes automatically cause him to lock onto the batarang as it crosses his field of vision. He quickly spins about to face Damian, having apparently guessed his location from the trajectory.]

What the bloody hell was that?

[Fortunately he was able to keep himself from drawing his wand, though after the year he's had it took a lot of effort on his part.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

A warning. [he shrugs, jumping down and pointing a thumb towards the directory. Normally, he's got a voice distorter to prevent people from connecting Damian and Robin, but. He kind of doesn't realize he forgot it today.] Don't think you'll need it, but Seifer's been getting antsy lately.

Curfew's at 11 PM. If you're out later - and you're not training - it's grounds for suspension.

[potter-around.livejournal.com]

[Harry's eyes narrow slightly.]

...thanks. [That came out rather curt. Okay, a lot curt. But since when has Harry been known for his restraint?]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[As long as Damian's known for being nice? The kid snorts, pulling his batarang out from the directory and neatly pocketing it]

Better hearing it from me than Seifer. The dreg's even more slagged.