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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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"Ah yeah..." Beastboy laughed and popped the last of his pizza into his mouth chewing thoughtfully. "Yeah those things are wild. And unpredictable. It's what we call it when something happens that effects the whole city. The biggest example was when suddenly the whole city became like a black and white movie."

"Some peoples memories or personalities were altered to fit with the theme." Rita explained. "And for a week people were detectives, criminals, crooked cops and so on." One of Rita's favorite memories actually.

"There was this one glitch that turned the whole city into a race track and gave everyone go-karts. That was pretty great." Beastboy grinned fondly.

"And then there was that one that turned you into a huge jerk." Rita pouted.

"Hey everyone was acting weird. And that worked out because it made Terra admit she still had feelings for me."

How they be so calm during that? No, really, what? Did he want to know how all that happened?

Probably not.

"How... How often do-"

"Want the last piece?"

"What?... No." Harry took a moment to get his bearings back after Biyomon's interruption. "The glitches... How often do they happen?"

"A couple of times a month." Rita answered while Beastboy drank deep from his soda.

"And they usually last a week." He added before burping and laughing at the sound. Rita just looked embarrassed and buried her face in her paw.

"That's a rather lot isn't it?"

"The letter did tell you the Digital World was in trouble."

Well... That was true. If there was a sign that a place was in trouble, that was certainly it. Harry was silent for a moment he spoke again. "Is there anything else, or is that more or less it?"

The two appeared to be thinking hard. Beastboy peering at him curiously.

"Did they tell you about not dying? I mean...we haven't tested the theory because...who'd do that? But this guy died a few weeks ago and came back in like... Hours."

"We think it's because everyone here is made of data. When a digimon dies we turn into an egg and are reborn in time."

"... No, it didn't say anything about dying." That's actually kinda really creepy to think about, holy crap. Coming back from the dead just hours after dying... Not that he doesn't see the value, but... It's an unsettling idea.

"Hum... I wonder why..."

"Maybe they don't want everyone trying crazy things just because."

"Ooh, that makes sense!"

"Yeah no kidding." Rita agreed and gave Beastboy a pointed look to which he turned away.

"It does make it a little easier to go rushing into battle without my powers though." He commented idly.

Well... That was a casual way to view your own death. Harry wasn't particularly keen on testing that. He'd already escaped death too many times. He'd just... Change the subject. "Speaking of powers... Is there any way to get them back?"

Beastboy pouted at the idea "I wish dude. But I've tried everything short of finding a green monkey and getting bitten again. But so far? No dice."

"Did you have powers back home?" Rita inquired curiously.