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[scaronfire]

Who: Harry, his Biyomon, and anyone passing by
What: Harry desperately trying to make his wand work while Biyomon judges him silently.
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Somewhere in the city, near a bench.


All in all, today's events hadn't made him like apparition any more. Even if it wasn't Dumbledore or apparition's fault that he had suddenly found himself in some weird supposedly digital world, where he was chose again for something, he still couldn't help but file it all as "Yet another reason why I prefer flying", well above the physical discomfort in terms of annoyance.

But that wasn't his main concern now. No, what worried him right now, was the fact that his magic was gone. How, he had no idea. All he knew what was his spells weren't working; his wand sat on his hand as he cast them as just a useless stick. This, more than anything worried him, and he was determined to trying everything to get his wand to work, no matter how many times the giant pink bird that had identified itself as a "Biyomon" that had been following him since he got here told him it probably wouldn't work no matter what he did.

So that was what Harry was doing, staring at a can he had been trying to do anything to, from levitating it to enlarging it, face scowling in concentration, while Bioyomon looked at him with a mixture of silent judgement and exasperation.

Ignoring the bird, he quickly points his want at the can and mutters "Engorgio."

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[velveteenmage]

Waver was a little out of it, as he had been since his ill-fated adventure into the Dark Field. Sure, he was getting over it well enough, but these things did take time. Today he'd decided to get some air for a change, hoping that would make him feel a little less miserable. But even in that state, it was hard to just miss something that registered as out of the ordinary, even for this world's standards.

"Uh--sorry, I'm not trying to bother you or anything, but...what are you doing?"

Because it looked like some weird caricature of magecraft. Or maybe an imitation of 'magic' as the average fantasy novel reader would know it, Waver thought to himself. (Of course magecraft didn't really work like that. That would be ridiculous.

[scaronfire]

As inevitable as it probably should have been, Harry had not been expecting to run into someone else so soon. So needless to say, the sudden human voice startled him, making him quickly stuff his wand in his robe's pocket, and try to act natural. "Nothing. Just... Looking around."

His Biyomon, not knowing that Harry was supposed to keep his magic a secret outside of Hogwarts, had other plans, utterly terrifying Harry was he began spilling the truth. "No you weren't, you were trying to cast a spe-" Harry quickly stepped on its nearest foot to shut him up, although by now, the damage had probably been done.

[velveteenmage]

Strictly speaking, magecraft wasn't something discussed outside the Clock Tower, and certainly not to normal people. But the circumstances of this place really weren't ordinary by any stretch of the imagination, and it hadn't taken Waver long to discard the idea of secrecy in a place where it wasn't necessarily a point.

He glanced to the Biyomon with a slightly concerned look--he certainly sounded like he was from Waver's part of the world, and while wands weren't unheard of for a magus, they also weren't common practice.

"You're not...from the Clock Tower, are you?" he finally asked after considering the possibilities, sounding apprehensive.

[scaronfire]

... This, he was not expecting. While he had no idea what this 'Clock Tower' was, the circumstances made it so there weren't many options on what it could be.

But still, it'd be too much luck to just run into another wizard so soon, even if what he had been told was true.

After a moment of thought, he decided to thread carefully but still answer honestly to the question being posed to him and try to get some answers. "No. Is that a magic school?"

[velveteenmage]

"It's times like this I think we need some kind of hand signal or something..." Waver muttered, sighing. If he wasn't a magus from London as Waver knew it, the potential threat had significantly decreased. Which was a relief in itself, not counted the added factor of someone else that knew (or had known) some form of magic. Even if it must have been functionally different, Waver was already interested in finding out how different.

"Yeah, it is. I was worried for a second, but I'm guessing we're not exactly studying the same kind."

To put it lightly.

[fullofthorns]

Roze was nursing the last dregs of a raging hangover from the party last night. It was good, great even, and people had really turned out in a good way, despite everything. She'd drank and eaten copious amounts of everything available and paid for it in the morning.

While not prone to sickness, she - like many others - had been trying to drown issues from the previous week.

She was fairly certain she'd tried to kiss someone who was not interested. That or she had walked into a wall. Or both.

Reeling from the night of festivity and in need of getting herself sorted out before showing up for the sleepover - if she was allowed in - the pink-haired Amazon had chosen to shower, eat a light breakfast and go out for a long jog through the mess the city had become.
It gave her the opportunity to assess the damage, clear her head and happen across a confused-looking young man.

At least he got to meet her in something less skimpy than her usual fare.

Slowing in her jog, Roze altered her course and wandered up to the boy as her Kotemon caught up with her, huffing irritably. At six-foot, she was a good deal taller than most girls and some boys. Her mass of bright pink hair was tied back in a simple pony-tail, damp and drying into thick waves and curls. Instead of her usual thigh-high stilettos and too-short tops posing as small dresses, she was wearing plain sneakers, tiny gym shorts and a tank-top that was doing a heroic job holding her ample bosom in place. With tattoos all down her left side and bandages over various places, she could have been an MMA fighter, if she weren't built more like a centerfold with a face for make-up ads.

"Hey, hey kid, you alright?" she asked, cocking her head and coming up around him to smile at his Biyomon.

"Hey there, cutie!" she added, addressing the digimon. She treated everyone the same, large, small, human or otherwise.

"You look a little uh...flummoxed. You just come in?"

[scaronfire]

Harry was no stranger to tall people, and having even met a honest to goodness giant, Roze's height didn't bother him at all as much as her sudden appearance in what was by all means a compromising position for Harry. Quickly putting his wand back in pocket and giving Biyomon a look he hoped the bird would understand to mean 'quiet' he turned to face Roze.

"Yeah... I just got here. Not... Really sure what's going on, to be honest," he said, at which point Biyomon groaned in frustration. Harry ignored it, though; right now he was more focused on steering the conversation somewhere his wand would be forgotten and he didn't have to answer any questions about it.

[fullofthorns]

No chance. Bitch is nosy, bro.

"Uh, see you're having a bit of a malfunction there?" she asked, nodding slightly towards the direction he'd tucked his wand.

"Minor suggestion? Don't worry about it. Everyone around here has to adjust to being plain, normal human. There's a big-ass alligator guy that's a human now, and some demony types. So whatever you're doin' - I'm gonna assume you're a mage or sorcerer or something - just relax."

She clears her throat, stretching her arms overhead and standing on tip-toe until her back pops before dropping her hands to her sides and perking a brow.

"You had a chance to eat yet? Or find your room? The town is kind of a mess after a little hullabaloo, so I can understand not gettin' your bearings. You did read all the info on your D-T, right? Well...haha, pretty fuckin' hypocritical of me to ask. i threw mine on my first day."

"Please do not allow her to mislead you. She threw it several times, and the only reason you can understand anything she says right now is because she's too inebriated to form her usually incoherent sentences laden with unladylike expletives."

"Mm. Haha. Hm. The mouthy little shit here is Musashi. He's just a peach. And I'm not drunk. I'm hungover. Entirely different. Tch, rude. Anyways, I'm Roze," she sniffs, holding out a hand with bandages around the knuckles. "Welcome to Neverland."

[scaronfire]

... Well, that was just more take in all at once, wasn't it? Harry wasn't sure he had followed everything, either from bafflement at how she had caught on to him, her casual mention of a alligator man, to her flurry of questions.

Still, he had to admit, there was something oddly reassuring about it; he wasn't sure if it was the fact that other people knew more or less what was going on, or the fact that Roze, either because of her bubblegum pink hair, or demeanor, oddly reminded him of Tonks before Sirius's death. The brief thought of home made him wonder if he was known in some way here too, but his gut feeling was telling him that he probably wouldn't have to worry too much about it.

He took Roze's hand, shaking it. "Hi, I'm Harry."

Newbie Apartments, First Floor, Apartment 009

[changelingdude]

Beastboy was hard at work today in the kitchenette of their apartment. With a floppy chef's hat on his messy green hair he whistled a cheerful little tune as he worked on his latest vegan creation. Soy cheese being sprinkled ontop of what appeared to be a pizza in the making. To be fair it wasn't much of a Kitchen area, more like a stack of kitchen related appliances plugged into a wall. The apartments didn't have their own kitchens after all.

But it was impressive what Beastboy could do with a Hotplate.

Rita meanwhile was sat on the sofa using the D-terminal they shared, catching up on the days events. The apartment was messy but not impossible to navigate. Her keyboard sat to one side along with a recently purchased guitar that she was teaching herself to play.

Little did they know today would be a special day for any particular reason.

[scaronfire]

"This is it, then?"

"If it's what your D-T says..."

Harry looked at the door apprehensively. He really wasn't sure how to take this all in, and he really, really, needed to get back home. But whether it was impossible like everyone was saying, or they just wouldn't tell him, he'd need a place to spend the night, so he'd finally looked over his D-T for his room. Finding it wasn't too hard, at least, but now Harry found himself wondering what else could be awaiting him. This place really seemed to have its share of weirder things than he'd seen.

"Well go on, knock!"

"Alright, alright!"

And knock he did!

[changelingdude]

"Rita, could you? My hands are busy." Beastboy called from his creation slowly setting up different vegetable toppings on top.

With a grunt of affirmation the brightly colored Digimon hefted off the sofa and waddled to the door opening it glancing up at the faces that greeted her. Her voice was soft and polite.

"Hello, can I help you?"

[scaronfire]

"That's another digimon," Biyomon whispered helpfully, apparently sensing that Harry would be gaping at Rita otherwise.

"Right... Uh, hi. I... We're supposed to staying here, I think?"

Byomon, meanwhile, just waved in greeting at Rita. "Hello."

[plushaeusrumpified]

Harry, you've been a bad boy. Practicing magic- or trying to- in front of everyone? In front of Bro? That was a fucking mistake. Which is to say he was watching you. He almost couldn't really believe who he was looking at- either it was a ridiculous fanboy in cosplay, or it was the actual fucking Harry Potter. Considering where he was, he was inclined to believe it was the actual fucking Harry Potter he was staring at- and a depowered Harry Potter at that. Well that's fucking disappointing.

It looked like it was time for him to do a bit of trolling. Considering he's been out of sight this whole time, he stayed in hiding long enough to grab a piece of paper. He scribbles away for a few moments, before balling it up and tossing it at Harry's head. Before Harry could notice him, he ducked back around the corner.

The note, if Harry were to read it, will say

"Dear Mr. Potter,

youre going to azkaban motherfucker."

[scaronfire]

It was a perfectly deserted street until you decided to get noisy, leave him alone! But anyway, the sudden paper ball came as more than a small surprise, making him look around him looking rather alarmed.

"Biyomon, did you throw this?"

"Wasn't me."

Harry frowned and picked up the paper, unraveling it. The contents... Just further confused and rather scared him. There was no way that was something from the Ministry of Magic, that wasn't even written in the same ink they used, for one, and the language just cemented it as a prank of some sort. But it still raised some big issues.

1- Someone there knew who he was.

2- Someone there knew he wasn't supposed to be doing magic out of school.

3- Someone there had at least some knowledge of the wizard world to bring up Azkaban.

He paused for a few moments, trying to figure out who it could be from. His first thoughts went to either Fred or George Weasley, if not both twins; this would be something they'd do, at least. But the way it was written didn't seem like them...

"Biyomon, could you please go up and..."

"See if I find someone? Got it."

And up Biyomon went, flying high trying to find the culprit.

[plushaeusrumpified]

All of those things were true. Bro knew. He fucking knew it all, man. You can't hide from the Bronistry of Magic, bitch. You do something illegal outside of school and you get caught. He will haul your ass to azkaban. Or the second best alternative.

Alright now really, he just wanted to be a fucking troll in the dungeon. As Harry conversed with his Digimon and send it flying high, he rolled his eyes before moving a bit so that he would be harder to spot. Another note was soon scribbled, before he moved so that he could toss it at Harry.

bitch i have an invisibility cloak.

[scaronfire]

Ok, the more this went on, the less he was liking the prank. If they were even going out of their way to remain unseen, then that meant that they were going to continue this for who knows how long. He really didn't have time or patience for that.

But, two could play the invisibility game. He looked up to Biyomon.

"Biyomon, get back here."

He pulled his Invisibility Cloak of his pocket as Biyomon landed beside.

"I couldn't find anything, sorry."

"I know, I just got another message. Here, get under this with me."

"What's that?"

"Invisibility Cloak," he whispered. "Come on, let me just..."

... But the cloak wasn't working. He hadn't even finished putting it over them when he realized he could actually see the cloak over him and Biyomon.

"Oh no... Not this too!"

"It's not working, is it?"

"No... Come on."

Welp, if the cloak doesn't work, there's always hide and hope they'll come find you. At least this confirmed that whoever it was didn't actually have an invisibility cloak, and if they somehow did, it wouldn't be working.

[fuhrinkaed]

Ed was just wandering home with his Guilmon in tow, a bag in his hand carrying this week's groceries.

He was lost in his own head, thinking about this thing or that thing as he wandered by. He almost didn't look up at all, or acknowledge the other boy's presence in the least.

Of course, then he heard a single word, and his brain whirred to life in a whirlwind of activity. Engorgio. That's a word that isn't even a word... base is Engorge... Maybe it's an incantation? Incantations with magic are used to focus the mind and call forth the idea of what's supposed to happen... does that mean...

His head turned slightly, and his eyes fell upon the wand. A magical focus? Oh... OH. So it is a spell!

He brightened up instantly, and looked over at Harry with a bright smile. "You're a mage, too?"

[scaronfire]

... Clearly, Harry was just a magnet of magic today! Either that, or he'd really miscalculated how desert the street really was (hint, it's probably the latter).

Really, it was becoming clear that hiding his magic was something he would no need for, if only because there was apparently no lack of people with some form magic themselves, which... Was still really weird.

"Yeah... I'm a wizard."

All frustratingly present evidence to the contrary aside.

[fuhrinkaed]

"Cool..." Ed replied with a pause. He tilted his head to the side before quickly nodding twice as if to say 'that is that.' "Really cool!"

He'd extended his hand for a handshake as his excitement became more than a little obvious. There were few things that could take Ed's mind off of depressing self-contemplative things faster than magic, and if there was one thing wizards knew, it was magic!

"I'm Ed! Uh... I'm kind of really interested in anything and everything having to do with the paranormal, so it's always good to meed another person who can cast spells and stuff."

[scaronfire]

This admittedly confused him Harry a little. Did this kid actually have magic, or was he just a fan? Well, then again, it was probably perfectly possible to be both. Colin Creevey back home certainly managed. He didn't think this kid was from anywhere near his world, though. He shook Ed's hand, putting his wand in his pocket.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

[guilmon]

Guilmon, being the happy-go-lucky sort, often found himself out in the city. Today was no exception. After all, how else was he supposed to sniff the fresh air, find new people and Digimon to play with, not to mention fresh, fluffy bread to pick up at the bakery. So many things to do and so little time!

However, true to his nature, the sight of a stranger staring hard at a can grabs his attention. His plans for a playful romp around the city fly off the rails and he grins, marching over to Harry and his partner.

"Hey, what're you doing?"

And what's an Engorgio, he almost wants to ask. And, chances are, he probably will, but first things first.

[scaronfire]

... Excuse me Guilmon, what are you? Because Harry, being new to this whole Digimon thing is just... Starting. Because baby dinosaur. That's... Kinda freaky. A little cool, but worrying.

Biyomon to the rescue, though!

"Ah, it's a Guilmon. Hi."

[guilmon]

Guilmon giggles at Harry's reaction and tips his head to the side. Is he really that strange? After all, this person already has a Digimon. He can't be too much weirder, right?

Ah well. While he waits for Harry to respond, Guilmon glances at Biyomon and nods. "Mhm! And you're a Biyomon, aren't you?" He pauses, pointing a claw at Harry. "So is your Tamer always this quiet? I saw him staring at a can a second ago..."

[scaronfire]

"I don't know, I just met him. He was pretty talkative a while ago." Biyomon gave Harry a frustrated look as he said this. Really, was Guilmon that bad after him? He was really getting a little disappointed with his partner; to think he'd waited so long for him...

Thankfully, Harry came to his senses. "Ah... Sorry."

Well, at least he was polite about his staring.

"What... What did you ask me again?"