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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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"Well, thinking you're better than everyone else because your family is old isn't something most people flaunt, but..."

Mid reply he realized Waver had changed the subject.

"Sorry. It's good to meet you too. Have you... been here a while, then?"

He was honestly hoping Waver wouldn't say yes, because he'd really rather not spend too long away from his world. Who knew what would be happening at Hogwarts while he was away.

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"Uh...y-yeah. A few months or more, I've...honestly been losing track."

He'd been busy trying to figure out everything about the world (which resulted in 'wow i sure do know a whole lot of nothing') to keep accurate track of time.

Months... That wasn't a good thing. Nope, nope, nope, he couldn't be here for months. Even though he probably would, because clearly, that meant there was no way out of here. Shiiiiiiiit.

"Merlin's beard, months..."

Yep, this was all enough for him to bring out the Merlin sayings, it's that bad.

"Who's Merlin?"

... And then there's Biyomon.

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"He was a wizard that's commonly associated with King Arthur in legends." Waver explained to the bird Digimon almost automatically.

"...Assuming that's the same for you, I mean." Arthurian legend in his own world was...complicated.

"Uh... Well, he was real and went to my school, I know that much. I don't think I ever found out about Arthur, actually..."

... Now there was a surprisingly interesting question. Or maybe it was interesting all along, and Professor Binns just made it so boring he forgot about it.

"... I don't know who King Arthur is either."

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"...What." Waver took a second to attempt to process that information. Well, if King Arthur's myth was real (which he knew for a fact) it stood to reason Merlin had existed as well. But that was one hell of a statement to make. "That's...either an incredibly old school, or there's some discrepancy between your understanding and mine."

He shook his head, addressing Biyomon again.

"Well, uh...Let me try to give you the short version. There was this rock with a sword called Caliburn stuck in it; whoever pulled it out would be the rightful king of England. So when sh-...er, when he pulled it out, he ended up becoming one of the most well-known monarchs in history."

"It's... Really old. Over a thousand years old, I think. My school, I mean, not the story, although that's... Probably around as old." How eloquent of him. Really, that was happened when he replied to something after the subject had been changed.

"Oooh! That's amazing."

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"You've pretty much got me there. I'm impressed, most people can't really say they have concrete evidence of Merlin or Arthur existing at all."

Waver redirected his attention to the first subject, seeming to have no problem keeping track of two lines of thought at once.

He'd probably get along well with Hermione, brains like that. "You don't know if he's real in your world?"

Yes. Yes he would.

"Well...it's complicated. Legends are just legends where I come from, there's usually no defining evidence whether a given one is real or fabricated. But common assumption aside, I don't have any doubt he must have existed."

"Oh..." Well, Harry couldn't say much about that. A lot of things that were supposed to be just legends, either in the Muggle or Wizardry world, had turned out to be true, after all.

... Which bore the question. "What about magical creatures?"

"Magical creatures? It's easy for someone to take control of rodents or small animals as familiars, but aside from that I don't think I know what you mean."

"Ah... So there's nothing like unicorns, or trolls or dragons in your world?"

Man, he'd be jealous of a world with no Dementors...

"I think it's been said that King Arthur fought dragons, and since we just went over that she--" He hastily coughed to cover up that last word, correcting himself. "--that he was real, I guess it stands to reason they were at one point. But unicorns and trolls or whatever else, I don't know."

Did they have anything particularly unusual like that? Definitely not in the traditional sense, but there was one thing that occurred to him.

"I don't know much about them at all, but we do have Dead Apostles--vampires, basically."

Harry frowned at Waver's coughing. Wasn't this the second time he'd stopped himself whenever Arthur was brought up? That was weird, he wondered why. "Hum... Sound a lot less busy than my world. Even my school has a forest with a bunch of creatures."

"What kind of creatures?"

Harry shrugged. "All sorts... Unicorns, giant spiders, centaurs..."

"Wow. That's..." Waver trailed off, still thinking over the implications. He was reasonably sure most things like that didn't exist in his world, or at least he'd never heard of them.

"Are those kind of things common and just running all over the place?"

"Well..." What had Hermione, Ron and Mr. Weasley said... "They're common, and they're more or less free, I think, but they're not really all over the place. There's charms around them, in their forests and stuff, that keeps Muggles from seeing them, or that makes them remember they're supposed to be somewhere else. There's magic like that in places like my school, or the Quiddtich stadium - that's a sport we play on brooms- so we can keep our existence a secret."

"Even so, it sounds like that'd make secrecy a lot harder than it is for us. I'm not too bad with hypnosis, but applying it like that sounds like it could be difficult for an unskilled magus where I come from."

Pause. Back up.

"Did you just say you play a sport on brooms? Don't even tell me broomsticks fly where you're from--that might be the single most cliche thing to ever be implemented."

There's a chuckle. "Well... They do. We have different brands of brooms and everything."

There's a beat.

"Apparently, we also have flying carpets, but they've illegal in the UK for some time now."

"What."

Could he possibly look more confused? ~~Probably.~~

"Don't take this personally, but...has anyone ever read a typical fantasy novel in your world? Someone has to be remotely aware how strange this sounds."

Waver, get off that fourth wall. We're going to need it.

"I suppose so. But then again..." Is he actually about to use something he learned in History of Magic? Yes. yes he is. "Wizards and Witches didn't always live in secret. I guess it could be that some of those clichés came from us in the first place."

"But if the same folklore exists in our world...I'm pretty sure mage society never did anything like that. I feel like we'd know if the Three Great Families ever flew around on broomsticks or anything like that."

Waver actually laughed softly as he continued:

"...Maybe it's just a really weird coincidence. Or there's some confidential embarrassing history the Association isn't telling anyone."

"Your guess's better than mine there, I'm afraid." Waver's reaction all this is still amusing him, he can't deny, though.

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