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ℋ The Knight Bus

Two weeks to the start of term, everyone is gathered up for a trip to Diagon Alley, a magical shopping district somewhere in London. Professor McGonagall is chaperoning the trip and she makes sure everyone is all grouped up and accounted for before she proceeds.

"Right, right, gather 'round," she says shortly, rolling up the parchment she'd been using to tic names off. "You might find this next part startling, but please refrain from screaming."

Professor McGonagall sticks out her wand arm, much like she's trying to hail an unseen taxi. What happens next is a blink-and-you-miss-it moment as a large, purple, triple decker bus seems to squeeze itself out of thin air at an incredible speed, screeching to a halt in front of the gathered group. "The Knight Bus," McGonagall says coolly, putting her wand away.

"Take it away, Ern!" booms a jovial voice, once everyone is seated. Upon further investigation, the voice belongs to a small, shrunken head hanging from the rear-view mirror, much like a macabre car decoration.

With a loud bang, the Knight Bus is off. It moves at impossible speeds, already seemingly hundreds of miles away from Hogwarts in the blink of an eye as it speeds down lone country roads, swerving to and fro to avoid obstacles.

"Hold on tight, it's about to get real bumpy, eh!" the shrunken head booms out, cackling as the bus speeds to a halt to avoid muggle traffic that seemingly appeared out of nowhere as you realize you're already in a city.

The force of the stop is jarring, if you aren't holding onto something it's quite possible you'll go flying out of your seat. No sooner than the bus stops does it start again, the interior of the bus shrinking as it starts to squeeze through a narrow opening in the city traffic. It expands again as the bus finally finishes squeezing through, and all of a sudden you're thrown back against your seat as the bus takes off with another bang.

"The bus usually be much more crowded dan dis," the shrunken head says to no one in particular as the bus zooms along. "But da headmaster be reserving the whole bus for dis trip!"

Another hard stop, a sharp turn, a badly timed school crossing and several agonizing minutes later, the bus slams to a stop for the final time. "Leaky Cauldron!" the shrunken head calls out.

Professor McGonagall leads everyone off of the bus, to the door of an old, dingy looking pub on the corner. "This way, if you please."

ℋ The Leaky Cauldron

Before heading off to Diagon Alley proper, your little field trip includes a stop at the infamous Leaky Cauldron. On the outside, it looks a bit worse for wear, you're not really sure if Professor McGonagall is fooling you as she leads you inside. It just seems so... ordinary. Perhaps it's because it's sitting right on the corner of what's clearly a very ordinary street.

Muggles- non-magic folk- are going about their business, seemingly oblivious to the fact you and your group all just got out of a triple decker bus moving at the speed of light.

Nevertheless, Professor McGonagall leads you into the shabby tavern, where a tired looking wizard stands behind the bar. All around him, dishes wipe themselves clean, chairs push themselves into place at their tables and trays of drinks float around lazily, dispensing themselves to various tables around the bar.

"We might as well have a spot of breakfast while we're here," Professor McGonagall says, situation herself at the bar as she begins to make small talk with the barkeeper, Tom.

She leaves everyone to go about their business for the time being. The bar is pretty quiet, a few witches and wizards sitting about reading the morning edition of the Daily Prophet, the wizarding newspaper.

Along with a menu of assorted wizarding treats such as cauldron cakes, pumpkin pasties and butterbeer, the Leaky Cauldron also has a smaller menu of normal foods such as meat pies, stews and the like.

Professor McGonagall doesn't appear to be in much of a hurry, so feel free to enjoy the calm, quiet atmosphere of the quaint street-side pub.

A chair pulls itself out for you, as a rag floats over and begins tidying up the table and Tom the barkeeper calls over, "Oi, what'll it be?"" as Professor McGonagall assures you the school will cover the expense.

ℋ Diagon Alley

Professor McGonagall leads everyone to a stone wall in the back of the Leaky Cauldron, before she proceeds to whip out her wand. She raps pointedly on a few specific stones and before you know it, the wall in front of you begins to rearrange itself, stone by stone, as it forms an opening.

Before you stretches a long, crowded street packed with wizards and witches and magical folk of all kind. On either side of you, shops and stalls of all kinds stretch along the cobblestone streets that lead along this wondrous settlement, seemingly tucked away in the middle of London.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Professor McGonagall says shortly, stepping through the opening in the wall and onto the cobblestone street. "You'll be able to find all the supplies you need for school. Do go on, I haven't got the time to babysit all of you. If you have any questions, I shall be around. Stay out of trouble, or I'll have you out of here faster than you can say 'transfiguration'."

And with that, Professor McGonagall wanders off, though she's sure to keep an eye in case anyone runs into trouble.

A few places catch your eye immediately, Flourish and Blotts, a wizarding bookstore where you're sure to find all of the books you'll need for school. The Magical Menagerie has been alerted to the fact new students are visiting, so they've made sure to display the finest cats, rats, toads and owls to tempt anyone looking for a companion to accompany them to school.

Diagon Alley is also home to the famous wandmaker, Mr. Ollivander, whom you've had the pleasure of meeting already. His shop can be found here, where you may be lucky enough to witness new students going through the process of getting their own first wands, which is often time consuming and difficult, depending on the person. The shop itself is old and dusty, stacked high with boxes of wands and in a seemingly permanent state of dishevelment, though Mr. Ollivander navigates the space with decisive expertise.

Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor is also a popular destination for the younger crowd, offering an assortment of flavors, both magical and mundane to suit your sweet tooth. Today's special? Strawberry-Peanut butter! Have a seat outdoors and enjoy a nice cool treat while folk bustle about around you, shopping and chatting it up jovially.

Don't forget to swing by Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, where she'll see to it that you're fitted with school robes in your size, and of course you can't leave until you've tried on a pointed hat or two. After that, why not head over to Gringott's Bank at the very end of the street and open up an account? You still have some money leftover from what the Ministry of Magic gave you and you have no idea how long you'll be here. It would be a wise decision to ensure any money acquire is safely guarded- no place safer than Gringott's for that!

After a few hours of exploring and shopping, Professor McGonagall rounds everyone up for another quick trip through the Leaky Cauldron, outside where she once again summons the Knight Bus to take everyone back to Hogwarts.

ℋ Flying 101

With only a week to the start of term, there's a tense atmosphere looming over the school and Hogsmeade village. No one is sure how the year is going to go, but the Ministry of Magic is breathing down everyone's neck as the date approaches.

Professor Dumbledore doesn't want to start off the year on any sort of negative note, so he's decided to throw together an unofficial first lesson on the grounds of Hogwarts, where attendance is optional but highly encouraged and advertised. He sends out notices to everyone, though just what this lesson will be is kept secret.

On the day of the lesson, you're lead onto and across the Hogwarts grounds, until you reach a large, oval shaped structure with towers built around it, all decorated with different house banners. You're lead through the structure, out onto a large field with three large hoops at both ends, rising high into the sky much like flag poles.

All across the field, broomsticks are lined up ground.

"Welcome!" Dumbledore's voice booms from a podium set up to the side, his wand pressed to his throat, which you realize he's using to amplify his voice so that it can be heard clearly, "to your first flying lesson!"

A witch with close-cropped gray hair and a whistle in her mouth steps forward. "My name is Madam Hooch and I will be your flying instructor. Everyone, find a broom and position yourself next to it!"

Each broom appears to be old and well-used, their twigs bent askew and their wood worn by years of handling, some even have initials carved into them by students gone by. It's clear that these haven't been new for some time.

"Once you've found a broom, at the sound of my whistle I want you to hold your hand out above it and, with feeling, command it up. Nice and loud. Never mind if they're a little stubborn at first, just show the broom that you're boss."

Not every broom responds the same, some are tired and simply appear to want to lay there. Others shoot up with enthusiasm into your hand, while others roll about tiredly. For most, it depends on your fervor. If you really want and mean it, the broom responds in kind.

"Next, you'll mount it and then you'll kick off from the ground. Hover a moment, then touch back down. From there, we'll see how you feel and then perhaps you can try the obstacle course." she gives a wave of her wand and additional hoops and various obstacles appear around the field.

"Three, two, one..."

After practicing the basics for a while, Madam Hooch allows everyone time to free fly and to go through the obstacle course. After a while, when all the initial buzz dies down, she'll wander off and supervise from the side while everyone goes about flying.

Aside from flying, those who are more ground oriented are free to simply watch, or sit in the shade and take a moment to enjoy the scenery. Perhaps they'll wander away from the flying lesson and over to the great lake surrounding Hogwarts castle, where the tentacle of a giant squid can be seen occasionally poking out from below the surface, trying to swipe at any bird that makes the mistake of flying too low.

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Comments

Toph Beifong | Avatar: The Last Airbender

[toph_luck]

1. A drink is better than nothing. -

[ The adjusting period's being particularly harsh for Toph, with the first few days spent getting angry at anyone who would speak to her, and the last couple being in a properly huffy mood... Needless to say, she's not entirely thrilled about the situation.

But at least she's not hostile anymore?

Still sporting her green and tan outfit, her fringe covers most of her features for anyone of average height, but it's not too hard to tell she's got a dissatisfied look. Either following right behind you or nearby, it's a bit unclear why she's hanging around until she manages to snatch up a menu and whap it against your shoulder. ]

Hey! What do they have to eat?

2. Oh boy... shopping... Woo. /s -

[ There's a few chances to catch Toph around! Mostly because she doesn't stay in the bustling streets for too long. Without her bending to see, it's a good way to get trampled! Catch her hanging about by the icecream stand with a cone in hand, seemingly staring at the distance. Or, very pointedly scoffing and ignoring the book store with a muttered 'no thanks!'

Banks? What's a bank?... Wands? Already got one. Fashion!?... Yeah, no. The only thing of note for her so far is the Menagerie, where she can be seen wandering the isles and likely rudely standing her ground whenever someone bumps into her. Familiars might not be so bad. If you wander close enough she'll even ask. ]

Hey, how smart are these things?

3. FLYING?! That's a great Idea! -

[ Okay, she was curious. All this about a 'secret lesson', something fancy and fun to start off the year. It sounded like it'd be a blast right? Wrong!

Toph's an earth-bender, strictly ground-oriented! Any time not spent flying is better time by her reckoning. So the moment the lesson's revealed she just slumps, throwing up her hands and wandering back to whatever patch of ground feels the softest to sit down, muttering loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. ]

Just my luck...

2. - the Menagerie

[299z]

They seem normal to me.

[Nothing particularly more intelligent than regular animals, as far as Yoichi can tell. Though, he's never had a pet or anything to judge by.]

Rats are supposed to be really smart, though, right? It's why they use them in science experiments. Maybe magical rats are smarter.

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[royalfling]

[ Wu yelps and jumps away from her, his eyes wide. ]

Ouch! You can't just hit people. [ He rubs his arm with a pout ] Read it yourself.

3!

[arclightning]

[ Mako, on the other hand, is suspicious but sort of, secretly, thrilled about today's secret lesson topic.

This whole thing has made him suspicious from the beginning, of course. Not the biggest fan of listening to strange authority that hasn't proven itself to him, Mako waffled on even attending, but here he is with an old broom right next to him, wondering if it's going to do anything at all.

Instead of repeating the half-muttered "Up," he tried at first, he glances at Toph on the ground beside him and says with his brows furrowed: ] You have the right idea. This can't be safe.

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[makeadragonwannaretire]

[Azula had been doing her best to keep it together. All of these strangers, this new world, being cut off from her firebending. It was honestly the second worst experience of her life.

But like the Princess she was, she did everything she could to maintain her composure. She couldn't let anyone know how constantly stressed out she was trying to learn and adjust to this low brow commoner lifestyle.

And then she gets hit with a menu.]

How dare you?

[She twists around to give the offender a piece of her mind and sees who it is.]

Oh, that's how you dare. You know in civilized countries they say "please".

[Of all the people, in all of her world to have somehow wound up in this situation...it was this little degenerate. She'd almost have preferred dealing with the Avatar.]

Yoichi Isagi | Blue Lock

[299z]

. If I screw up any HP lore, lmk-

I. Leaky Cauldron

[The tavern is a new experience; Yoichi can't decide if it's run-down or supposed to be quaint, or if this is just what pubs in England look like. It's not exactly dirty or even dingy, yet it somehow has the atmosphere of a place that's antiquated and weathered. There's a lingering smell of grease, and he suspects that never goes away, and likely seeps into one's clothes for the rest of the day. He doesn't particularly care where he sits, or who next to, so he claims an empty seat at random to look over a menu. The chair is stiff and a bit tacky, maybe the magic rags haven't gotten to it yet.

Items on the menu, both typical of the 'wizarding world' and regular offerings, are not what he's used to; unfamiliar flavours and some odd names that don't match the description of the dishes. Yoichi hasn't been able to choose what he eats in a long time, so he wants to make sure it's something good and won't be inedible, which he thinks most of the wizard stuff will be. Butterbeer sounds gross. Why do people order this? What he does order is a 'fry up', as you can't really go wrong with meat. It ends up being a huge portion of meats, some unidentifiable in their thoroughly blackened state, and even the eggs and tomatoes shining with a thin layer of grease.]

It looks... delicious.

[He may be drooling.]

Do people have this kind of breakfast every day here?


II. Florean Fortescue's

[Stacked on the table beside him are folded robes, and a pile of required tomes from Flourish and Blotts, as well as a few other books on the mechanics of flying and Quidditch. Those are of the most interest to Yoichi and he'll no doubt spend more time with them than on any assigned reading for classes like Astronomy. The wand-choosing took almost an hour and he ended up with nothing impressive, as far as he could tell. Red oak, jackolope antler core. Is a jackalope even a real animal? Neither were unicorns until now, so he supposes it is. Even though magical in nature, shopping for school supplies is still a time-wasting and boring endeavor. He did get a cat out of it, though.

The calico drapes himself lazily across the table, but his eyes are sharp, like he's deliberately obfuscating his keen observations with practiced listlessness. Yoichi slides a little dish of ice cream closer to the cat.]

You like that, Bachira?

[With a slow writhing, so as not to have to actually get up, Bachira twists around to reach the dish of ice cream. He licks at the tiny smelt heads sticking out of the creamy paste. Yoichi went for the strawberry peanut butter, but smelt seemed appropriate for a cat.]


III. Flying?

[Oh shit. It's... beautiful. The Quidditch pitch, just like in the books he'd gotten in Diagon Alley. Yoichi's heart flutters with the excitement of just being here. He'd salivated with desire when reading the chapters describing the game, and had run his fingers reverently over images of the Quidditch World Cup. This. This is what he wants. The... muggle... World Cup was nothing compared to the dream of ascending in a magic world where sports are played on broomsticks. The hoops shine in the sun, mesmerizing, pillars erected in homage to a future glory that will be his.

... he's not paying attention whatsoever and hasn't moved to select a broom.]


IV. Wildcard
Anything goes!

Osomatsu Matsuno || Osomatsu-san || ota

[relieable]

I) breakfast of champions

[now that McGonagall has mentioned food, Osomatsu's stomach is rumbling. he takes a seat at an empty table and looks over the menu. foreign food, on a foreign-looking menu. but he's going to go ahead and order the butterbeer again, because he liked that, and some other things that sound interesting. maybe you're passing by the table when you see his spread. is he going to eat all of that himself? the answer is, yeah, of course... unless maybe you join him?

he watches as a plate moves away once he's finished eating off of it]

Neat!

II) what a hoot

[books? wands? robes? no, Osomatsu is heading straight for the pet shop! well, he thinks it's a pet shop, anyway. he may not be going to the big fancy school, but why can't he also have an animal companion? a lizard sounds nice. they can lick their own eyeballs.

of course, once Osomatsu goes into the store, he's all but ignored by most of the animals and he doesn't know why. a cat practically huffs in his face and turns away from him!

then, he sees it. a red owl perched majestically in the back of the store. owls can be pets, too? that's amazing! he steps closer, watching as it blinks slowly at him. Osomatsu blinks back slowly. the owl tilts his head, Osomatsu tilts his head. the owl puffs up, Osomatsu puffs up...

yeah, they're buds now]

I wanna put a pair of tiny sunglasses on you.

III) think of a wonderful thought

[flying lesson... flying lesson? seriously?! this is too cool! Osomatsu is eager to go, not even for a second thinking that he's going to have any trouble. he is one of the few adults there, but he knows by now that this world isn't the mundane one he's used to. this is a fantasy world, where magic happens. and, you know what? he's going to believe in that magic with all his heart.

he excitedly chooses a broom, holding his hand out and commanding it with all the love and magic he has in his soul]

Up!

[up comes the broom, rather aggressively. Osomatsu thinks nothing of it as he mounts the broom. once he does, though, it takes off, bucking him off like a mechanical bull. he falls and the broom sinks back to the ground]

...What the heck?

[he gets up, and tries to get on again. the same thing happens. it keeps happening, leaving him angry and confused. he needs to show this broom who is boss!]

IV) wildcard

[any other prompts you can think of go here! please feel free to poke lovebakery to plot, or ask questions]

III

[itsrainingsomewhereelse]

[They've all been led out to a flying lesson. Sans has been following along quietly, his arms folded behind his head until he has to get a broom. He stares at it with a hint of amusement. Even in the Underground, there weren't exactly flying brooms. No doubt Dad would've been on the idea if he'd thought of it, and Papyrus would've been ecstatic, but...

Well, no matter. He gets his broom, and when he's told to, he commands it.]

up.

[The broom shoots up, obediently. Hm. He snickers, giving it a pat.]

good boy.

[The broom isn't a pet and he's more than aware it's not sentient, but it feels like it has a degree of sentience moreso than a normal object. So hey, no problem with that. He hops onto it and swoops into the air, before immediately landing again. That was short, but exerting any authority over anything is work.

Then he notices a human guy having trouble with his own broom. Hm. Guy keeps hopping on, keeps getting thrown off. He's really struggling not to snort. But he keeps his broom in his hand as he peeks over.]

havin' trouble, bud?

[Okay, he clearly sounds amused anyway.]

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[coneyislandcrazy]

Accessories? Now we're talkin!

[The high pitched approval comes from a woman who...at the moment appears to be juggling brightly colored fluff balls with faces?]

Back home I had a whole zoo of animals and some of them had cute little hats and stuff. Only my sweet Frank would wear costumes for me though. He was the best weenier a girl could ask for!

Sans | Undertale | OTA

[itsrainingsomewhereelse]

[ a: bus-ted ]

[Sans was still in the area of half-asleep and half-awake as he stood there. Things. Things had happened, but his mind still wasn't quite rolling over them correctly. He was there with humans, they were talking about this was some kind of magic world, he was staring at them like they were deranged because he's literally made of magic, like most monsters, so none of this made sense...until he realized his powers were now limited after being shot through that portal.

Nice. Nice nice nice nice nice.

Not.

The professor...lady...hailed some kind of bus down, and they were apparently supposed to get on. This might've startled some humans, but Sans was unphased, letting out a little soft snort. Right.

He got onto the bus, taking a seat near a window. He left the seat next to him open, but he didn't say a word. Mostly because he immediately fell asleep again.]

[ b: dogsong ]

[This place had a lot of pets. Nothing he was too interested in, honestly. There were owls, cats...rats...some of them were frightened of him, but he couldn't blame them. Not entirely, at least. Papyrus was always better with animals than him, but that was because he was the heart. He was the heart while Sans was the brains.

What he wouldn't give to have him here with him right now. Or anyone from home, really. But that was beside the point. He walked through the store slowly, letting out a yawn, until he heard--

Bark!

His blue eyelights landed on a white dog. A white dog that looked eager, almost familiar. Hm. Cute. He walked over to it.]

you look like a 'toby'. i guess i should get a pet of some kind, and you look pretty friendly...

[He poked one of the white dog's cheeks. It barked at him in return again, and he snickered.]

[ c: giant friend!]

[Sans was too lazy for any kind of obstacle course. So much as he had a feeling he could get it easily, doing all that was a lot of work. so he'd wandered off to the side. Just in time to see a tentacle pop out of the water and smack a bird down.

Well, that was rude. Kinda funny with the noise it made, but rude, anyway.]

what'd that little birdie do to piss you off, big guy? huh?

[He's taken a seat near the lake, and he's peering down at it.]

you just got some unresolved rage issues? i know someone might've told you to flip the bird if ya got mad, but that ain't the way. plus...you kinda can't. tentacles.

[The tentacle reaches up and swipes at another bird. Sans frowns a little, waggling his finger at it like a disappointed parent.]

'ey. i said stoppit.

[They're just birds trying to clear an unusually wide gap. Imagine if they were carrying someone!]

[ d: wild card!]

[Got any other ideas? osomatsuniisan is where I'm at, or you can just toss something out. I'm pretty adaptable. Thanks! <3]

C - hoping you don't mind a late tag in!

[hellablue]

HeyyYYYEYYY- WHOA-

[Chloe comes crashing down next to Sans, landing in a lump on the grass as the broom bucks her off and goes zooming back towards the Quidditch pitch.

She pulls herself up onto her knees, rubbing the back of her head slowly, before she notices him looking towards the lake.]

What's going on?

B

[coneyislandcrazy]

What a precious cutiepie!!!

[A pale woman with brilliant blond hair is peering down at them currently supporting a different Owl on each arm, a frog on her head, and a cat hanging around her shoulders like a scarf. She's clearly having a hard time choosing.]

And the dog ain't so bad either.

[She barks out laughing sending the owls flapping away and making the cat hiss at her joke's lameness. The frog croaks unperturbed.]

Jester Lavorre | Critical Role | OTA

[leetle]

i. the knight bus

[Perhaps the bus is taking a particularly sharp turn, or perhaps Ernie has slammed the brakes especially hard. Either way, you have little warning before something heavy collides with you, and when you glance down, you've got a lapful of blue tiefling. The girl that's landed in your lap doesn't seem particularly frightening, despite the horns and the tail and the blue, but she's also pretty different-looking from what most people are used to.]

Oh, shit! Sorry! [She squeaks breathlessly, though she makes no attempt to get off you quite yet. Her voice is accented, thick Eastern Bloc, and she giggles before going on:]

This thing is crayyyzy, I've never seen anything like it!

ii. the leaky cauldron

[Jester takes breakfast very seriously, so it's a relief when Professor McGonagall suggests they all take a quick break once they've arrived in London. The inside of the Leaky Cauldron is a comfort to Jester, who has been a little bit dazzled by what she's seen of the outside world so far. The surroundings feel a little more like home, so she feels emboldened enough to stride right up to the bar and order her usual breakfast.]

Hiii, [she calls to the morning barkeep, waving her hand excitedly.] Could I please get, um, some pastries? Especially doughnuts if you have any, I don't know if you have any doughnuts but if you do I'll take all of them. Aaand I'd like some pancakes, and a big glass of milk!

[As if she knows the person next to her, she glances over and grins.] I'm starving.

ii

[millinerish]

Seems perfectly reasonable to me.

[ Which is said with a sage nod, something one might associate with something much more sensible than what's going on here. But then, immediately, caught up in the spirit of Jester's order: ]

And I'll have the same! Except with tea instead of milk - Though I suppose you're already giving her all the doughnuts, so...

[ She frowns in thought and turns to Jester. ]

What pastry do you suppose I should order them out of?

Mrs. Hardbroom | The Worst Witch (2017) | OTA

[therulesaretherules]

[Diagon Alley]
Mrs. Hardbroom made her way out of the wall a touch wobbly, as if she had been sailing on rough seas and hadn't yet regained her land legs. The older teacher, the one in charge of this expedition... a Professor McGonagall she recalled the name, was given a cool hard stare.

"A most... unconventional means of travel."

Her every word dripped of disapproval but she didn't linger for long on the Professor. As one of the few other chaperones on this trip she wasn't about to let the kids think they could get away with anything.

"I suggest all of you heed your Professor's words very... carefully. Stay out of trouble. I will be watching."

With that she gestured with her hands, a move that in her world's magic would have had her disappearing in a small cloud of black smoke, but here she remained where she was... awkwardly looking at the kids before lowering herself reluctantly to walking away.

[Flying 101]
Her broom was one of the more unruly ones. It's bristles were more broken than the rest and its wooden staff sat at a crooked angle. It flopped about on the ground like a bronco, daring anyone to try and tame it. This was why she had picked the broom out of all the others. No student should have to try to ride something so potentially dangerous. Naturally she said nothing of this, merely looked at the broom like it's protests were silly.

"Do try to behave yourself. You may be the most disgraceful broom in the field but you can still attempt mediocrity..."

She held out her hand and glared at the broom, boding no more of this chaos, and it wisely flew up into her hand. Mrs. Hardbroom had dealt with her share of headstrong brooms in her time as Deputy Headmistress and Potions Teacher at Miss Cackle's Academy for Witches and while the magic of this world might have been some what different there were similarities when it came to flying.

Diagon Alley

[vanity_fair]

"Very effective," Tony offered to Miss Hardbroom, once away from the mildly confused crowd of youngsters. Was something supposed to happen?

Apparently, but even with the unexpected, she didn't appear to have lost her cool- and he could appreciate anyone with that kind of keen social grace. (Look, there were only a small handful of adults on this trip, he was committed to making An Effort of Some Kind.)

"Not your first rodeo? The kids-" he clarified, gesturing at them as they fanned out over the cobbles in various stages of nervous-to-excited.

Tony Stark | MCU

[vanity_fair]

I. Leaky Cauldron

( Breakfast sounds like a terrible idea after a nauseating ride like that, while he's still trying to work out the physics of that whole journey. Look, 'it's magic :D' isn't an acceptable answer, goddammit. Tony's jotting down notes in the little wizardly-adjacent-moleskin he picked up in Hogsmeade, because if he can't document with film, he'll do it by hand.

He reckons he ought to take a mild interest in chaperoning the greater volume of kids, but please, he didn't sign up for that. )

Coffee, ( Is his immediate go-to, but after an assessing glance at his surroundings: ) Scratch that. Tea.

( Tea turns into tea and toast, just something to keep him fortified through the rest of the morning. There's an extra cup on the tray, and this he lightly offers when a fellow Obscurial drops into a chair at his table. )

You look like Hell. Cuppa?

II. Diagon Alley

( Having no use for pets and no urge for sweets, those two shops get passed right up. Tony discovers that he could spend hours in Flourish and Blotts, paging through books and yearning for far more than this measly stipend can afford him, particularly when he still has to outfit his wardrobe. )

Yeah, what's your selection like on engineering? The arts? Literature? ( Aside from the required books on the syllabus, he's added one on English wizarding culture for foreigners, a collection of short stories by famous witches, and a thick volume of various treatises on the construction of the MoM. In French. Light reading, y'know.

The last one accidentally falls off the stack as he's heading out the door with his armload, so he happens to catch someone's eye, nodding at the book. )

Hey, you mind getting that-

( Madame Malkin's is thankfully a little quieter, now that the crowds have thinned out for lunch. This definitely evokes several memories all at once: the annual summer fittings for boarding school uniforms, and the moment he was older and could blow untold amounts of money on bespoke, so even if the magic angle is new, the routine of being fussed over and measured for clothing by a very thorough tailor isn't.

Still, it's not quite Savile Row, is it? He feels a little goofy as he shrugs on the dark over-robe for a test fit, but owns it as only he can, squaring his shoulders and turning aside to check the profile, letting the hem flare behind him.

Hey rando- )

Hm. What do you think? Merlin or Bonaroo attendee?

( At least the accent colors suit him- Tony looks stellar in blue and he knows it, though the overall image is a bit spoiled by his henley and jeans. )

III. Flying 101

( Been there, done that, got the t-shirt and the copious injuries to prove it, and that was in a suit of armor. Even an adrenaline junkie like him is mildly skeptical of careening around in the air without so much as a helmet, but as he's unsure of when another opportunity will arise, Tony might as well go for it.

He is wholly prepared to see some serious falling injuries today though.

...heheh. Madam 'Hooch'. )

Up!

( the broom responds, just shy of slapping him in the face when it whips up, but he catches it, counterbalancing the sudden force with the quick rise up onto the balls of his feet, his other arm out. )

See? Nothing to it.

( Later on, once he's had his fill of zipping around, he's out walking the perimeter of the pitch with a very old school camera, lining up shots with careful precision. )

You're in my shot, ( he calls to anyone walking in frame, in the dry, neutral tone of someone very focused on his task. Does he want you to hurry out, or stay? You decide! )

Wildcard:

( Does nothing appeal? Please hit me up with something else, or PM me and we can hash out a scenario! Tony here is from mid-IM2, just a heads up. )

i

[reignfall]

⟪ Green eyes narrow at his assessment – this is hardly how she would usually be spoken to. Unfortunately, that does not make it less true: Cersei's first ever encounter with a motorised vehicle would have been harrowing enough all by itself, but that it had to be the Knight Bus of all things certainly did not help.

She still looks very, very pale around the nose. ⟫

The carriage had nothing knightly about it, in spite of its name. ⟪ She smoothes down her dress. ⟫ I would fancy something much stronger than tea.

⟪ Her tone is wistful enough to suggest that she'll make do with what he has offered, though. ⟫

Princess Azula / Avatar: The Last Airbender

[makeadragonwannaretire]

[The Knight Bus]

[Azula was having a hard time.

Just in general. The Bus wasn't helping though.

Before they set off she'd felt a creeping sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. The design of this vehicle was all wrong. She knew that magic meant things didn't always make sense but it was twisting her sensible levels of tolerance in ways she was NOT comfortable with.

And then when it lurched off on it's wild route she barely managed to find something to grab onto.

Only by sheer force of will and stubbornness did she avoid letting go as the bus swerved and shot around obstacles. Unfortunately she can only control her own grip.

And so when she sees you tumbling towards her she warns in a sharp threatening tone.]

Don't you DARE!

[As if somehow the force of her words can stop physics from taking effect.]

______________________________________________

[The Leaky Cauldron]

[After the "Excitement" of their ride over Azula desperately needed to calm down. Images of burning her classmates alive were entertaining the inside of her head and she knew that as cathartic as it might be, it wouldn't help her in the slightest.

No for the time being she had to play along. She had to learn and grown strong once again. This world might not be her world but it was better then prison. Better then going mad in the forest.

She ordered a protein heavy breakfast and tried to settle her nerves studying the people around her. Fellow students, other people from other worlds. Some of them seemed so...normal. Others were clearly more then they seemed. And all of them in the same crazy, impossible situation.

Were they handling it better then her? Was she the only one who felt like she was barely hanging on? She had to know.

And so once her food had arrived and she was near someone she took a moment to compose herself and spoke up.]

So then, what do you make of all this?

_____________________________________________

[Studying and sweets.]

[ If there's one thing Azula can appreciate, it's easy access to information.

She's already cracked open her copy of "Magical Theory: by Adalbert Waffling" and after deciding that most of the names on her reading list were stupid she set about trying to learn the rules of this new world. She's sitting at a table outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor having decided she would try this dessert that everyone was talking about. Thankfully she noticed it had started to melt while she was reading so she stopped and had a spoonful of the pink colored treat.

Her eyes lit up in shock and for a moment, all her stress and frustrations were forgotten. For one glorious moment all she could think about was the sweet, creamy taste of this clearly magic enhanced food.]

If I ever return home I will find that Waterbending peasant and pay her any price to recreate this.

Katara | Avatar The Last Airbender

[waterbendingmaster]

1. Diagon Alley
It was really all overwhelming and Katara had no idea where to start. She had a list in her hand that told her what she would need for the magical school and yet she stood off to the side watching everyone. She watched people bargaining, walking down the street with bags and boxes floating behind them, kids running from store to store. They all seemed to know what to do and where to go. Katara wished she felt like that.

Taking in a deep breath and licking her lips she went eeny meeny miny moe and headed for the store that more had landed on. Katara got lucky with her choice and she entered Sugarplum's Sweets Shop. Her nose was instantly filled with a marvelous sweet smell and that made her stomach grumbled. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until then.

Never seeing anything like what she had stepped into, Katara slowly wondered the store full of confections, reading each label.

2. Flying 101
Katara didn’t think she would have been able to fly without help in her life time. It just wasn’t her element and yet here she was, sitting on a broom a couple of feet off of the ground, slowly flying but still flying. She wasn’t sure if she trusted the broom but it had responded strongly to her commands and it seemed to want to go higher and faster but Katara wasn’t sure if she was ready for that. What if she fell? There would be no way that she could save herself. Nope, for now she would stay close to the ground. Well unless someone talked her into being a little more adventurous.

Diagon Alley

[makeadragonwannaretire]

Azula was doing her best to stay calm with so many people around. Not having her bending, and that little run in with Toph in the Leaky Cauldron had set her nerves on edge.

Something sweet. Something to sooth her. Perhaps some chocolate, she had intended on a simple snack. A taste of decadence to remind herself of where she was supposed to be.

Unfortunately like everything else in this Magic soaked world the candy was enchanted as well. Did she want something that would make her levitate? Or something that tasted like every flavor imaginable? Some of it sounded absolutely disgusting like Blood pops.

Her eyes were drawn to a display for "Pepper Imps" the amount of fire and smoke drawn on the boxes making her curious. So curious she failed to notice Katara entering the shop right away. Katara might get the drop on her.

Chloe Price | Life is Strange

[hellablue]

>leaky cauldron
[At first glance, it probably looks like Chloe is talking to herself. On second glance, it probably still looks like Chloe is talking to herself. Once you get a good third look, it becomes clear that Chloe is talking animatedly to a floating quill which is scribbling furiously on a bit of parchment.]

Wait, wait, no. Instead of sausage- bacon.

[The quill pauses, scribbles something out, then pauses again immediately as Chloe starts to speak again.]

No! Definitely both. Yes. Both. No, I said both.

[Once more, the quill scribbles something out and adds Chloe's most recent demand. Once she's finished issuing demands, the quill and parchment zoom away to take additional orders and deliver them to the cook.

Chloe leans back in the wooden chair she's sitting at, before something extremely important springs to mind and she almost topples over in her seat as she sits up.]

Shit! Come back, magic paper! I just realized I'm in England and I can order beer!

> Diagon Alley
[If it hadn't been for the fact that the Knightmare Bus had done so (and quite thoroughly), Diagon Alley would be what absolutely cements it for Chloe that this is all real.

But no, seriously, the bus definitely already cemented that. And then hammered it in. Turn by turn.

Still. Diagon Alley is dope as hell and she's having a great time.

Until the worst possible thing happens.

Walking along, a signpost pointing down a dark street catches her eye and upon closer inspection, the signpost reads Knockturn Alley. From the street she's on, peering down it she can tell it's basically the dark, evil twin version of this place.]

I know I shouldn't, but man do I wanna.

[She may or may not be looking over her shoulder to see if Professor McGonagall is watching.]

> Flying 101
[Truly, this is what it's all been leading up to.

Yeah, magic is cool as shit but flying? What kid, teen, adult or even grandparent doesn't dream of taking to the skies? To feel the freedom, just fly away and never look back?

She won't do that, but just like. The idea, ya know?

Hand held out confidently above the broom, she speaks.]

Up!

[It nyooms into her hand, which honestly earns an excited giggle. She did that! With her own hand! Max Caulfield could never. Shit, is there time travel here? How the tables would table...

But that's getting ahead of herself. She mounts the broom, giving a firm kick off the ground. Much to her amazement, she lifts off the ground and hovers. Right, cool, now just lean-

Oh it's going.

Oh it's going even faster now, shit-]

WATCH OUT!

[She can't seem to get it to stop and she's headed right for somebody!]

> Diagon Alley

[299z]

There's no signs saying not to go there.

[Yoichi will inadvertently encourage this potentially bad idea. It's just another street filled with magic shops, really. Something about it seems more inviting, a sort of less cheerful and more realistic atmosphere, which only makes Knockturn Alley enticing.]

Pomeline Fritch | Gotham Academy (DC Comics)

[fritchcraft]

The Knight Bus

[For the most part, Pomeline Fritch seems wildly unfazed by everything going on around her. The giant purple bus appearing seemingly out of nowhere doesn’t get much of a reaction from her either, except for maybe a slight glimmer in her eyes, but even that’s hidden by the hood that she almost constantly wears over her black and brown ombre hair.

She’s sitting patiently by the window, looking out at London, calm, cool, collected, and maybe a little haughty. That changes the second the bus shifts gears, though, and she lets out a mild gasp of shock.

Unfortunately, she’s not holding on to anything to stop her from jostling about, so she reaches out to the nearest thing to hold onto – you!]

The Leaky Cauldron

[She’s turning her nose up at the pumpkin pasties on the menu. Are they real pumpkin? Are they just stuffed with some pumpkin spice filling? Either way, they’re basic, and Pomeline doesn’t do basic. Butterbeer sounds wildly unhealthy and just like the sort of thing that her friend Maps would like to drink, so she’s definitely not ordering that either. She contents herself with fish and chips and a ginger ale. They’re familiar food, at least, even if they don’t seem breakfast-y.

If she’s at all surprised by the rag floating in front of her and cleaning her table for her, she doesn’t show it. She’s not that kinda girl.]

Can someone actually explain butterbeer to me? Is it like that whole bulletproof coffee thing where you add yak butter to beer or something? Because if so…gross.

Diagon Alley

[Pomeline has never really been one of those girls who cares much for shopping, but put her down anywhere near a bookstore, and she’s ready to drop major money. She’s already picked up the books she needs for her classes, as well as some lighter reading, but she notices that there’s a distinct lack of books on the heavier, darker side of magic.

She walks past Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour but doesn’t dare venture inside – the line is long, and she’s never really been much for ice cream anyway. People seem so happy and jovial, though, that it takes everything in Pomeline’s power not to snark when a fellow classmate drops a scoop of their icy, creamy concoction.]

It’s like we’re at the magical equivalent of Sesame Street.

[That is, of course, until she chances upon the entrance to Knockturn Alley.]

…Wait. What’s this?

Flying 101

[It took Pomeline a moment longer to get her broom into her hand than she would have liked. She’d actually had to show some bright enthusiasm when she used the spell to bring the broom to her, and god she hopes that’s not going to be a continuous thing there. Being that bright and peppy is just so draining and goody-goody. Not that she’s a villain or anything, but she’s very much not an Elle Woods-type either.

Soon she’s floating in the air on the broom, sitting side-saddle, the way she’d seen that witch on tv do it in those reruns of that one old show, watching everyone. She’s not in the mood to do an obstacle course or compete, but she is scoping out everyone around her, watching some of them flying really well, while others go crashing into things. Honestly, being in the air like this is kinda nice, but there is one thing that’s bothering her.]

All of this magic, and they haven’t found a way to make broomsticks comfortable for sitting? Really?

Leaky Cauldron

[coneyislandcrazy]

Hmm, doesn't taste like Yak Butter to me!

[A high pitched voice. A pale face with a big grin. Harley Quinn is having the time of her life in this weird clash of mundane and magical. She takes a seat next to Pomeline and holds up the mug inspecting it.]

It's sweet I'll start there, and there's kinda a Butterscotch flavor? It'd probably taste even better nice and hot on a cold winter day...or with some booze in it!

Hank McCoy | Marvel 616 (O5 X-Men)

[stars_and_garters]

1. Bus-y and the Beast

Oh, my stars and garters!

[Truly, it seemed like the only appropriate response for when the Knight Bus kicked itself into overdrive and started zooming about all willy-nilly. Henry McCoy had seen a great many things in his short life, especially given all of the time-travel shenanigans that he had gotten up to lately, but this was something on quite a different level altogether. Lucky for him – and those around him – that he was quite fast and agile, despite what his size might suggest, and he was able to hold onto something quickly enough. As soon as the bus lurches to a stop though, he turns to the person closest to him – you – and gives you a warm, if unsure, smile.]

That was quite something, wasn’t it? Are you alright?

[Just in case you aren’t, he has a small, slightly crumpled up paper bag in his hand that he’s holding out to you, just in case the last meal you had wants a quick exit out of your mouth.]

2. Beastybeer
[For the longest time, once his mutation kicked in, Hank had been very wary of eating in public around people. People tended to stare – not because he was a messy eater, but because he was rather remarkably broad shouldered and barrel-chested. Lucky for him, his time with the X-Men had quelled such compunctions, and he was far more comfortable eating in public now. It’s precisely why he had a giant, frothy, foamy mug of butterbeer and a cottage pie.

He’s clearly enjoying his meal, as well as taking in the sights around him – wizards mingling free and in the open, without the use of image inducers, living their best lives. It’s a freedom of the sort he’s rarely enjoyed outside of the walls of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, and one he wonders if he’ll ever truly settle in to. He takes another bite of his pie and chews thoughtfully, a jumbled mess of thoughts running through his head.

When he sees you looking for a place to sit, though, he warmly indicates one of the empty seats at his table.]

Please, would you care to join me?

3. Beast, Books, and Blackcurrants

[The freedom and openness seen here in Diagon Alley is somehow even more than that which Hank had seen in the Leaky Cauldron, and it’s very awe-inspiring, to say the least. Witches, wizards – entire families running around and shopping, socializing, living their lives without fear or persecution. It’s the sort of thing that Hank had always wanted to see for mutantkind, and the sort of thing he feared would never happened. He’s seen enough alternate realities and futures by now to see that no matter what, utopia may never be achieved. But even something like this would have been absolutely wonderful.

Hank spends would some would consider entirely too long shopping for books, and once he’s at Madam Malkin’s he’s thrilled to find that they can fit him for his robes. Once his bank account is in order, Hank finds himself at Florean Fortescue’s trying to figure out which ice cream he’d like to treat himself to.]

Goodness, but we are spoiled for flavours, aren’t we? Ben and Jerry have nothing on this. Might I have the blackcurrant and jasmine, please? With chopped hazelnuts?

4. A Beast in the Shade

[Yes, of course they’re at a magic wizarding school, but the broomsticks seem very…well. Mundane. He’s not exactly certain if he’s fit for riding one of them, and curious though he might be, Hank doesn’t really want to test the limits of a broomstick quite so soon into his tenure as a student at Hogwarts. Instead, he settles in under the shade, a stack of books next to him, and watches his school mates summon brooms and learn how to fly. If one is paying close attention, they’ll notice that there’s something of an uncertain shadow in Hank’s eyes. He’s had experience with magic and spell-casting before, you see, and it hadn’t exactly ended well with him. Is it possible that he’s not flying because he’s still reluctant to actually use magic? Maybe. But you’ll have to find out for yourself.]

4

[hellablue]

[Flying is all fun and games until you get bucked off a few too many times. Chloe's tailbone is screaming for a break and unfortunately you can only ignore that screaming for so long.

She sorta stumbles over towards the shade and sprawls herself out on the ground, a bit near where Hank is sitting.]

My ass has never been more blasted than it is right now. [She pokes her head up, peering over to Hank.] You broomed out too?

Crowley ⛧ Good Omens (TV)

[inlovewithmycar]

I. Shopping Trip

a. The Knight Bus

[ Crowley had never really been partial to either knights (excluding that time in the late tenth century, but Aziraphale was always the exception to any of his rules), nor public transport. He'd taken the tube once.

He wouldn't again.

But he was quite enjoying the Knight Bus. Probably one in the minority there, if the sickly green hue of many of his compatriots were any indication.

But really, what was the fuss? The interior was luxurious (the tacky chandelier, he thought, was a particularly nice touch), and doing a hundred and five in central London really wasn't all that big of a deal; he did it all the time in the Bentley.

In fact, the Knight Bus seemed to operate on almost exactly the same rules as his car, weaving through the narrow gaps between vehicles and always being exactly where the traffic wasn't.

He flashes a grin to his neighbour, deciding to do the most irritating thing possible on a ride like this; start up small talk. ]

So, the eighties, eh? Good time for music - reckon they'll let us out the little magical bubble world to catch a concert or two...? Maybe lob a pie in old Thatcher's face?


b. The Leaky Cauldron

[ It's not even gone noon, but Crowley, not a stranger to being daydrunk and a Bad Influence on Impressionable Minds, is eyeballing the rather impressive collection of beverages on display. He's sure magic can only improve liquor.

...Right? ]

Let me guess... Fire Whiskey actually makes you breathe fire...? Sounds novel.


c. Madame Malkin's

[ Crowley is not used to buying clothes. Oh, he is certainly a fan of high fashion and and the rampant, exorbitant consumerism surrounding it, having a number of infernal commendations from Down Below for what was only tangential involvement on his part in the creation of such. But he's never actually partaken. He'd just will his garments into existence, without having to bother with the tedium of getting fitted by a tailor.

And really, he'd be fine as-is on the streets of London despite technically being a good three and a half decades ahead of the curve. But men's fashion hadn't changed all that drastically since the seventies (and really, it had been going at a snail's pace since the Regency era. Say what you please about the French courts of the 18th century, the clothing was anything but dull.)

Still, skinny jeans and blazers are not the look du jour of wizards, and Crowley is eager to fit in as quickly as possible. After all, he can't simply will himself out the memories of humans. Next best thing to achieving the anonymity he's grown so used to is to blend in as seamlessly as possible with the humans he'll be spending the foreseeable future with.

As of right now, he's currently parked himself in front of a mirror, trying on a not-insignificant number of hats. Nothing like indulging in a bit of Vanity to make this less tedious.

...And perhaps irritating the nearest customer with inane conversation. ]

Which one d'you reckon?

[ He asks, brandishing two near identical hats. ]

I like the little feather flourish on this one, but I can't help but think it makes my head look a bit bulbous. This one's much sleeker, but it seems a bit dull.

II. School Grounds

a. Flying Lessons

[ Crowley, Fallen as he may be, is no stranger to flying. His wings did not burn in the sulfur pits with the rest of him, and remain functional and well-groomed to this very day. He's even taken to the skies in the past decade, though such things have become much harder with all the planes and helicopters and drones able to spot him.

...And once upon a time before time, he'd moved at speeds incomprehensible to humans through the void of space, zipping through wormholes and shaping stars and nebulae with a cadre of other angels.

That is to say, Crowley shouldn't be eyeballing the broom with the sort of look he reserved for the houseplants that had the nerve to start shedding leaves on the good carpet. It's a haughty look, his upper lip curled in the sort of disgust that suggests a future trip down the garbage disposal. Or in the broom's case, the nearest woodchipper.

So, when confronted with less than ideal circumstances, Crowley does what he always does in this sort of situation; grouse about it. ]

You'd think with all the jumped-up trust-fund students, they could afford brooms that don't look like they're going to leave splinters in the delicates. Bugger me sideways, this thing is in a state.


b. The Grounds

[ Crowley loves a good wander, even if his backside's gone a bit numb from the flying lesson. Brooms, really. Worse than horses and he'd never got the knack for those either.

The grounds truly are lovely. Green and gorgeous, with the rugged highland terrain all around. They must be well and truly in the middle of Nowhere, Scotland, because even he's having trouble spotting anything like a familiar landmark in the surrounds. And he knows Scotland very well - done some of his best temptations here over the last thousand years.

Eventually he approaches the edge of the Forbidden Forest. There is something to be said about Crowley and any sort of tree with a big 'Forbidden' sign tacked onto it. A whole forest can hardly help but draw his interest like a moth to the flame. ]

a

[reignfall]

⟪ Cersei Lannister is being introduced to several blatantly shocking concepts at once: being on the verge of sea-sickness on dry land, motorised vehicles, speeding, every aspect of the city of London that does not have a solid and unchanged root in medieval times, and being casually addressed from the side by a complete stranger. Ask her about it in a week and she'll deny her wide-eyed horror, but as it stands right now, as the 'bus' once again races towards a solid front of tiny metal carriages, there is nothing about this experience that is not, on some level, harrowing. ⟫

Whose face?

⟪ She'll pass by his mention of music for now – bards are of no interest to her. She even offers him the benefit of a glance, before she fixes her eyes straight to the nearest window again, as if that helps curb the bus' side effects. ⟫

Akaya Kirihara | The Prince of Tennis

[crushtowin]

The Knight Bus

[Akaya was usually one to sleep in a bus and miss his stop. Not this bus though, this one was crazy. He clings onto anything like his life depends on it.]

WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH THIS BUS?!

[He just wanted a nice calm ride.]

Leaky Cauldron

[If Akaya hadn't believed in magic before, seeing the floating rags would have definitely convinced him. He's sort of just admiring them and looking around with awe. Someone must have hit his head with a tennis ball real hard for him to dream stuff like this.

When the barkeeper asks about what he wants he looks at the list for a moment.]

Can I get... a cauldron cake and... do you have something that's not alcohol?

[He gets a butterbeer which he now assumes is not alcoholic if he was just given that. He takes the things he got and finds himself a place to sit down.]

Hey, this seat taken?


Diagon Alley

[Akaya finds himself in the Magical Menagerie, looking at the various animals there and wondering what he should pick. A few of the owls give him a skeptic look and a cat just yawns and adjusts its position on the table he's conquered.

Then he spots a small owl, a Pygmy Owl. They look at each other. The owl hops closer. Akaya offers it a hand. Someone says that the tiny owl hasn't been sold in a long while because of the small size, apparently.]

Yeah? Well, I can offer him a home. Wanna come with me?

[The owl hoots and hops on Akaya's arm.]

Yeah! Together we'll be stronger.


Flying 101

[Oh no. Oh no no no. Flying sounds cool, but how is he supposed to fly using just a broom?? No way. This wasn't happening.

Maybe it's the lack of confidence that nets him trouble in getting the broom even to follow his orders. Usually he's so confident about everything and now this! The first real obstacle of Akaya Kirihara's new life was here.]

Uggh.... do we really need to do this?

Diagon Alley even if mobile wants to say Dragon Alley wow

[healing_wish]

[Madoka is here for all the cats because she can finally become a cat owner... If she'll ever be able to pick only one cat from all of the cats here.

But then she just so happens to hear the story of that very tiny owl and she wants to help it find a home--!! Except she smiles at the boy, who is one step ahead of her already.]

I'm so glad you found each other. [No, she doesn't even know the boy or the puff yet but she starts with that anyway.] You two sound like a really great team already.

Scorpia | She-Ra (2018)

[pitofriendship]

»i. Knight Bus«
Whoa. Hm.

[Scorpia's studying the speeding landscape intensely, trying to decipher whispering secrets only she can barely hear.]

...We're either going really, really fast or the road's getting really short someh- whoop!

[Yeah, that stop is pretty rough on someone her size. You might not have a large scorpion woman actually slamming into you, but if you're nearby you're definitely feeling something as she hits the window or the seat in front of her. There are aftershocks.]

»ii. The Leaky Cauldron«
...Do you have the gray ration bars?

[That's it. That's the prompt.]

»iii. Diagon Alley«
[This place is too interesting to not explore, and Scorpia can be found all over during the course of the day. The, uh. The sound of a collapsing book stack in Flourish and Blotts MIGHT not be her.]

[Except for how she's standing in the middle of small disaster area, one book held gingerly in a claw.]

I can fix that. Probably.

[Later on she can be found in The Magical Menagerie, eyeing the available pets critically, biting her lower lip and rocking on the balls of her feet a little.]

...Do you have any that are, you know. Resistant to crushing? Hypothetically.

[And in Florean Fortescue's- ...is she crying? She might be crying over a scoop of vanilla ice-cream.]

This is the best thing I've ever tasted.

»iv. Wildcard«
[Choose your own adventure, etc etc.]

fortescues!!

[leetle]

[Whereas Scorpia is shedding tears over a single scoop of vanilla, the blue girl at the next table over is too preoccupied with trying to fit an entire scoop of rocky road in her mouth for sentiment. Giving up on the task for the moment, she instead tilts her chair back so she can lean into Scorpia's line of sight, holding out a single maraschino cherry by the stem.]

You should try it with this. It makes it sooooo much better.

Luke Patterson | Julie and the Phantoms

[mynameisluke]

1.

Luke takes absolutely zero care in trying to hide his reaction upon first entering Diagon Alley. He's an expressive guy by nature, which means if you catch him exploring this place, he's usually wearing an expression of wide-eyed wonder and excitement.

He's not a big book person, but he's absolutely delighted to visit the Menagerie, greeting all kinds of animals and wondering if he should get himself a pet. They're all so stupidly cute (well, maybe not the toads), and maybe a cat or a rat that loves cuddling...

He definitely doesn't pass by the ice cream place. That was one of his biggest sorrows of being a ghost - not being able to eat. So he's absolutely going to take advantage of any offerings of delicious food and sweets.

One of the only places he seems actually somewhat morose is the school uniform place. Pointed hat? Huge billowing robes that hides any kind of self-expression through clothes? Giant sleeves? He's still doing it because he has to, but there's definitely a bit of a pout on him.

[Catch him at any of these places!]

2.

Luke can't believe that he's going to learn to fly. Even as a ghost, he wasn't actually able to fly. (Caleb was, so he knows it was theoretically possible, but they were so not at that point yet.) Teleporting is one thing, and that's cool and all, but flying is one of those childhood dreams anyone has.

What's really wild to him though, is that they're going to be flying on actual brooms. Like they're in some 18th century fairy tale or something! That shit's crazy! He's definitely here for it though.

He's a little unsure at first, holding his hand over the broom, not sure how assertive he should be, and the broom just flops a little bit at his first command. But at his second try, actually giving it some oomph, the broom shoots up into his hand, and Luke laughs in delight.

As soon as they're allowed to do more than hover, Luke immediately starts getting more adventurous. He's a little wobbly, but it comes easy enough to him, and excitedly manages to do an actual loop, barely slowing down before landing and having to run a couple steps to catch his balance and come to a stop.

"Yo, dude, did you see that?? That was awesome!"

Darius Graham Saxen | Harry Potter Original Character

[virtus_invicta]

II. Leaky Cauldron

Darius didn't particularly care for London, although he was fairly used to it by now. He was here on business, and being a fully grown and fairly competent wizard already, was not a part of the field trip organized by Hogwarts and stewarded by Professor McGonagall. He had, however, heard of the strange influx of suddenly magical people - and creatures - who'd had no prior wizarding upbringing and no memory of or experience with magic. Well, their magic, anyway. Some had been accustomed to a different sort, and that was another headache altogether.

In 1984, Darius was a young man in his early 20's and had finished his required education at Hogwarts, taken a turn at a muggle university, gone to Greece to hone his more practical skills, and was currently working his way up the promotional ladder at the Auror Offices. He'd already seen a few disquieting and baffling things in his still young career, but this took the cake. Rather, it took the whole bake shop!

Over his generous lunch break, he had popped into the Muggle Third Hand Book Emporium unwittingly snuggled up cozily beside the Leaky Cauldron, purchased a small hardback about Egyptian talismans ("Pounds? Right, yes! Of course, pounds sterling, quite right, here you are, my good fellow, six pounds, thirty pence." "...it's all in five pence coins." Fortunately, five pence turned out to be legal tender, if an inconvenience to the shop manager.), and retired to the Leaky Cauldron to read and have a hot cup of soup until he was due back.

And perhaps to eavesdrop on the uncharacteristically colorful and diverse group of newcomers.