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[bespell]

.: at 1485 Kramden Road :.

[It would have been a peaceful and uneventful Mayfield morning, given the mild chaos of the past few days, were it not for the loud clanging of pots and pans accidentally crashing onto the floor. A complete accident. Honest. The kitchen itself is not a disaster zone at this point, but it's well on its way to becoming one, courtesy of a young girl who's far too used to using magic at this point to do without it now while making breakfast.

There's anger, confusion, and a slight fear. But most of all, there's hunger.]

All of this would be a world easier if I could just get my wand back!


.: Downtown Mayfield :.

[There's a girl on a borrowed stolen just for a little bit really bike stopping every once in a while to squint at the shops for any familiar faces, or even any trace of magic. Please excuse her if she crashes into you.]

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[sapienza]

[Minerva manages to step out of the way just before Lily crashes into her with the bicycle.]

You seem to be in an awful hurry.

[bespell]

[The pole isn't so lucky, and there's no magic to cushion Lily's fall.] It's not me. It's the brakes, or lack of them. But that was terrible of me, rushing out like this with no warning.

[sapienza]

[Minerva extends her hand to help the poor young woman up.] Sounds like you need to get yourself a new bicycle. Are you all right?

[bespell]

This isn't... Mine. [She admits with some shame.] I found it in the shed of the house where I woke up this morning, but there was no one else there so I assumed it wouldn't be missed for a few hours.

I should be fine. I've had worse falls at school.

[sapienza]

As I'm to understand it, the houses we wake up in are meant to be our houses for the duration. So at the very least, you shan't worry about borrowing a bicycle.

[bespell]

[Or burning down the kitchen, but she neglects to bring that up.] That's a relief, now, isn't it? And the clothes as well? Are we meant to live here?

[sapienza]

Yes, we are, as a happy little family. It seems this town has a very twisted sense of humour, or else someone had a very poor childhood.

[bespell]

That's not fair at all! [she tries not to flinch as a couple of bystanders give them a polite, if curious, stare.] Our own families must be really worried.

[sapienza]

Whoever's in charge here doesn't seem to care much about their feelings, or ours.

[bespell]

[Here's the wounded look] I hope no one's actually happy about it.

[sapienza]

Someone is very sick and twisted.

[bespell]

[It can't last forever, can it? She looks apologetic, though, dusting her clothes off.] Look at me, making a fuss, and I just got here. You must have been dealing with this for far longer. I'm sorry.

I should have introduced myself, really. It's Lily Evans.

[sapienza]

Only a month, yet. I hardly know much more about this place than you do. There's people who've been here far longer.

[She holds out a hand to shake.] Minerva McGonagall. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[bespell]

The pleasure is mine. Even though they tell me this place is in America, I'm quite glad to see people from home. It's reassuring.

[sapienza]

There's folks from all over, here. Other worlds, and different times, even. It's actually quite fascinating, if the circumstances weren't so grim.

[bespell]

It's like something out of a science fiction film! I must be coming from one of these different worlds, then. I know a McGonagall from where I am, but she's a professor of magic.

[sapienza]

[Oh dear. She's reminded of the reaction that other boy had had.]

Magic, you said?

[bespell]

Quite right! [Her voice hushes when she notices one of the drone looking questioningly their way.] A neighbor of mine mentioned that some of those kidnapped her are stripped of their magic. It's not commonplace in my England, but those who have it go to school for it.

[sapienza]

I've the feeling we're from the same England, then, although, I imagine, a bit removed in time.

1/2

[bespell]

It can't be. There's already a Mc--

[bespell]

Merlin's beard, that can't be you...

[sapienza]

If you don't mind, I'd like to know as little about my future as possible. That sort of thing never ends well. I'm sure you must understand.

[bespell]

That would be the wisest thing to do, wouldn't it be? [She covers her mouth as an afterthought. It's still very surreal, even with her loss of magic.]

[sapienza]

I appreciate it.

[bespell]

Of course. If there was someone from my future here, I wouldn't want to know, either.

But what do I call you? This is all very odd, you understand.