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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."

Comments

[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.

[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?"

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.

[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."

[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?"

[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.