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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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Bro gave him an extremely unimpressed look, before shaking his head. "And there you go again, breaking the statute of secrecy, talking about magic and Muggles where the whole world can hear- disregard the fact we're currently alone, it's the principle of the matter. You just outright stated you're goddamn magical."

He held out his hand. "I'm confiscating your wand." And also ignoring his question on who he is.

His flatface is so flat, you could make it an emote right now. "Says the man throwing paper balls talking about Azkaban and Invisibility Cloaks."

"Ah, that's right! If he's in trouble so should you! You're even talking about those things too!"

"So, again. Who are you?"

He is pointedly ignoring the bit about his wand, because like hell is he giving it to Bro.

Edited 2013-09-23 23:53 (UTC)

But is it flat enough to be compared to a pancake? That is the important thing.

"Shut up, birdbrain." Says the one who has a Biyomon of his own. "The ministry can talk about whatever they want."

And if you're not going to give up the wand, he'll just take it. He's not been compared to a fucking ninja for nothing. Even if his abilities have been nerfed, he's still fast by default from all his training. So he has little trouble reaching out and snapping the wand out of Harry's hand, before backing up quickly and pointing it at him.

"Avada Kedavra motherfucker!"

Nothing happens, of course.

... What. The. Fuck. No, seriously, did this git just steal his wand and Avada Kedavra'd him? What the hell... Who the fuck was this guy???

"Harry? Harry. What would that do?"

"It..." No, seriously, what??? "It's a curse that'd kill me."

Biyomon's eyes widened in shock, looking from Bro to Harry. "What? You..."

"Who the hell are you?" He is not quitting until he gets an answer, just so you know. "And give me my wand back!".

Edited 2013-09-24 00:43 (UTC)

The look on Harry's face was priceless. Maybe it was a dick move- alright, it was a massively dick move, but he knew it wouldn't actually kill Harry. He just did it for the bragging rights.

"I just killed the goddamn Boy Who Lived. I'm the most powerful wizard in the fucking world! What am I gonna do to celebrate? I'm goin' to Disney World!" He does a victory dance, with a lot of hip thrusting that would make Miley Cyrus look tame in comparison. "Just call me Broldemort."

What is he looking at? Just... What???? What was that. He weakly points his index finger at Bro and turns to Biyomon. "Is this what'll happen to me if I stay here too long?"

"No! ... I don't think so, at least." Then Biyomon seemed to rethink it. "No, I'm sure of it. It won't! He's just a crap-for-brains."

"Stop looking at me like I just tried to kill you." Y'know, nevermind the fact that technically he just did. He knew it wouldn't work, so it wasn't even technically murder at all. Still, he stops twerking and stands up straight, extending his hand out with the wand's handle pointed at Harry. "Take your boomstick back, BWL. And have a sincere apology. Except not really. I'm not sorry, because the stick didn't go boom- which you're lucky for," he says, looking pointedly at the mouthy Digiomon. "I'd Silencio your ass so hard."

Harry just takes the wand back and puts it in his pocket, where he should have put it in the first place. "I'm lucky you didn't kill me, but I shouldn't look at you like you tried to kill me...? Do you realize how stupid that sounds? Let's go, Biyomon."

"Crap-for-braaaaaaains..." Biyomon whispers as they start walking away.

Edited 2013-09-27 12:26 (UTC)

Bro shoots the bird a bird behind his back, but otherwise he doesn't move to stop Harry from leaving. He figures the boy who lived has had enough for one day, considering he just got hardcore trolled. "We shall meet again, Harry."

And have an evil laugh just to really cement things.