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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.]

Comments

Sirius is apped and Remus might be next app cycle.

[voiceofauthority]

Yeah, it's pretty hard to miss home when you're here.

[She unlocks the door to her house and offers Lily to come inside.]

I'm in love with your Sirius's icon set. I can't wait!

[bespell]

[Her light adjusts to the dimness inside rather quickly, even if she's still catching up to everything else.] Is everyone in this town under a curse?

He's actually one of my mains. Though he and Remus come as a matched set. There will be awkwardness

[voiceofauthority]

That would actually be preferable. You're in a place called Mayfield and as far as anyone's been able to discern it's created and run by some little brat called Lucy Smith.

[She waves her hand as if anticipating what Lily's next thought is.]

Don't bother trying to attack her directly. She's got full control over the whole damn place. You don't play her game and you end up like one of them. Most people call them drones. I prefer Stepfords, since apparently some of them were real people once.

[She pauses partway to the kitchen.]

Oh, and don't drink the milk, it's apparently poisoned.

Awkwardness is delicious. I've been stalking a little bit.

[bespell]

[It's too much to sink in at first, and Lily's brows furrow at the mention of the once-humanity of these people.]

It's like war, only without anyone fighting back.

Oh god! So you've seen our awful logs on bakerstreet?

[voiceofauthority]

[When Jenny returns she places a cup of tea and the sugar bowl on the table, the other is in her own hands.]

No one ever said we weren't fighting back. Just subtly.

Personal museboxes, actually! But now I'm going to have to go look

[bespell]

[She cups the warmed ceramic in her hands, concentrating at the heat as if it could bring back her lost magic.] I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Everyone here must have been going through so much, already.

I didn't know we had anything in our museboxes. >< iwannaimyounow

[voiceofauthority]

[Jenny shakes her head, sipping her own mug.]

Trust me, I'm the person you'd offend the least with that. So what are your plans, now that you know what's going on?

[bespell]

[What are her plans, indeed? Lily realizes the gravity of the matter for the first time. She hardly knows a soul here, and she's already jumping to conclusion.]

I want to help, even if I'm inadequate. I don't know exactly what I'm up against, but it wouldn't feel right just to stand by and do nothing.

[voiceofauthority]

Then you'll need this.

[She reaches into her hiding spot and pulls out the letter Cade gave her.]

I'll need it back though.

[bespell]

[Lily's brows furrow at the introduction. A while. She's quick to blush at being knocked down a peg or two, admonished by the letter.]

...I'm not going to hinder anyone. I can promise as much.

[shockinglyold]

The question isn't weather you're going to be a hindrance. I can already see you won't be. The question is what skills you have that'll be a benefit.

[bespell]

Without my magic? Not much. [And it's hard to admit. It prompts her to slouch in her chair, fingers drumming on the rim of her mug.] but until I get any of that now, I can try to learn something.

I'm told I'm particularly good at mixing potions. That's almost like making drugs and droughts.

[voiceofauthority]

Think they'd work in a normal place like this?

[They might be useful if she could do it.]

[bespell]

It's practically chemistry, and almost science. As long as we don't expect magical results, I can't imagine it wouldn't work here or in any other place. [Lily's tone picks up, excited at settling into a more familiar topic in this strange place.]

It's a less benign form of cooking, you could say. [She smiles despite herself. It's one of professor Slughorn's jokes that she's never expected to use.]

[voiceofauthority]

So basically you can cook us up Molotov cocktails?

[That could actually be damn useful.]

How good are you at reading people?

[bespell]

[Desperate times call for pyro-friendly measures, it seems...] With the right recipe.

I'm not sure. I've never been good at legilimency. Unless you mean the boring old sort, and I can tell you I'm pretty good at bluffing that. Some of my classmates can attest to that.

[voiceofauthority]

[She takes another drink of her tea, thinking.]

Well then, let's just keep you close to the breast for now.

[bespell]

[She smiles, despite herself, or perhaps it's the tea calming her nerves at last.] Won't disappoint.

[voiceofauthority]

Good girl. If you ever need any help come here or the flower shop. And never under any circumstances say anything about anything important over the phones. Or in public if you can help it.

[Jenny sat back now, thinking a moment before asking the next question.]

What's your world like?

[bespell]

[She hasn't used a telephone regularly in so long that the possibility of calls being intercepted takes her by surprise for a moment. Has she been too used to owls?]

Owls. We use those instead of the telephones. [She says suddenly, before shaking her head.] My world isn't very different from this place, basically. This is earth too, right? And the calendar seems about the same. But where I am from... My home, there happen to be small, well hidden communities of magic users--wizards and witches.

[She's been warned again and again not to break the secrecy code, but nothing's prepared her for a jump in time like this.] Some of them keep to themselves, and others live among muggles, if not integrate completely into their societies. Every once in a while a wizard child would be born to a muggle family. [Lily cups her mug again, noting how her tea has cooled.]

Like myself.

[voiceofauthority]

[Jenny quietly nods, listening to the girl's story. It all sounds logical enough for a separate reality.]

What year are you from back in your world?

[bespell]

It's 1977. It's the same calendar, isn't it?

[voiceofauthority]

Far as I can tell. For me it's 1999 back home. How are you with non magical knowledge?

[bespell]

I'm muggle born. [A moment passes before she adds something extra, the words spoken a bit too soon.] That means I come from a non magical family. The only thing I can't keep up with in the normal world is the changing fashion, it seems.

[voiceofauthority]

Then you're better equipped then most people around here. It's almost like they pull them from backwater worlds.