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Felixir · 03-30-2018, 10:57 AM

SPOILER!!: pre-dramaz

"Boyd," Abra repeated the presumably-Muggle boy's name, to try and help himself remember it. Another new one. He'd never met a Boyd before, not that he could remember. "Hi Boyd," he said with a smile, a more shy one than he would have liked. New people. Rah. Terrifying. But not really terrifying. But the situation. Terrifying.

Huh. That was weird. The people here didn't like people playing ball games too near the castle? Abra came close - alarmingly close - to pointing out that they could play Quidditch on the grounds of their castle, and that was with magic balls. Naturally, he was pretty glad he managed to stop himself from blurting that out, actually.

"Yeah, just the day. We're from a boarding school so I guess they wanted us to have a change of scenery before exams start." There... Abra was fairly sure that that wasn't too much information, but as soon as he'd spoken, he realised that, actually, he literally didn't know whether muggles had boarding schools or exams too. He didn't take Muggle Studies. Had all of what he'd just said been a massive breach of the statute? Perhaps not... but he paled just a little bit more all the same. Perhaps Jessa's 'yep' did not need any more additional information.

Speaking of Jessa, Abra turned to see who she was waving over, then turned quickly back to the group without giving himself time for his face to change. Derf had told Abra that his anxieties about Nat had not basis... or... well, actually they did have basis, but he'd at least told him that they weren't true. Still, it was Abra's way to fret about anything and everything, after all.

Speaking of Derf... Abra could already tell that he'd hurt some feelings, given the look on his face. Sure, he felt guilty about that - how could he not? - but it really was just about where they were. Derf insisted on retaining the old nickname, and Abra had long come to terms with that because it was Derf, except not when they were around people who would come to know him by that name. Guilt and mild frustration (but a lot more guilt because now he was feeling guilty about feeling frustrated) sort of intermingled and Abra averted his eyes again, just in time to realise he was being spoken to about ice cream by the ice cream lady.

"Oh, no thank you," he answered, as politely as he could, switching to his Grown Up Voice which he reserved for talking to adults that didn't know him very well. "I'm still feeling a little unwell from our bus trip." Even just going to kick a ball around felt a little risky with the queasiness that was still dying down.

Then a lot of things happened.

"What? Who?" Abra looked around, trying to see who Derf was referring to, and had only just caught sight of the Ilvermorny professors (it was hard to find what you were seeking if you didn't know what your snitch was) when there was a yell for everyone to run and a huge great noise suddenly rang out through the street and sent Abra jumping about a million feet into the air. His heart hammered against his chest and he struggled to get a grip on things and not start to panic... and he managed. Just about. But the sound of that horn felt like it was speeding up his heart with every blast and suddenly Abra wanted to be nowhere near this street.

But then the bus was gone and... well, Abra felt a little relief, but was feeling a lot more like he wanted to throw up now, and like his heart was about to explode in his chest but not in the nice, figurative way. Being yelled at to run was not the sort of thing one could disregard so easily, and though he didn't run, he felt very much on edge and alert and ready to go at any moment. It was a sensation he knew well, but it usually struck him out of nowhere, and it was distracting enough that he didn't even think to yell at Derf (yet) for literally trying to shield him from a runaway bus, as though if it had come this way it wouldn't have just taken them both (and Boyd) out.

And then...

... and then...

....... and..... then........

Abra's eyes widened as fear gripped him. That phrase. He knew that phrase. That phrase was one he never wanted to hear again, one that he associated with a bad bad bad memory that needed to go away. It wasn't about to leave any time soon, though, not with the sheer number of students that were starting to go all blank-eyed and chanting and... and wands were coming out and...

Merlin, what should he do? What should he do?

Abra, naturally, pulled his own wand out. He knew about the statute and everything, and also that they could break it in an emergency, but he wasn't even thinking at this point. At least, nothing past, What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?! Really, it was some kind of miracle he hadn't already completely relapsed into freak-out mode, but perhaps the urgency of the situation was putting that on hold for the moment. Nevertheless, even with his wand drawn it was fairly obvious that he was not one of the possessed, given the terrified expression on his face and his ghostly pallor.

WhatdoIdo? WhatdoIdo? WhatdoIdo?

Panic panic panic was in danger of happening.

03-30-2018, 10:57 AM	#92 (permalink)
Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,130 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Second Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	stuck the pre-drama under a spoiler bc long post is long Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: pre-dramaz "Boyd," Abra repeated the presumably-Muggle boy's name, to try and help himself remember it. Another new one. He'd never met a Boyd before, not that he could remember. "Hi Boyd," he said with a smile, a more shy one than he would have liked. New people. Rah. Terrifying. But not really terrifying. But the situation. Terrifying. Huh. That was weird. The people here didn't like people playing ball games too near the castle? Abra came close - alarmingly close - to pointing out that they could play Quidditch on the grounds of their castle, and that was with magic balls. Naturally, he was pretty glad he managed to stop himself from blurting that out, actually. "Yeah, just the day. We're from a boarding school so I guess they wanted us to have a change of scenery before exams start." There... Abra was fairly sure that that wasn't too much information, but as soon as he'd spoken, he realised that, actually, he literally didn't know whether muggles had boarding schools or exams too. He didn't take Muggle Studies. Had all of what he'd just said been a massive breach of the statute? Perhaps not... but he paled just a little bit more all the same. Perhaps Jessa's 'yep' did not need any more additional information. Speaking of Jessa, Abra turned to see who she was waving over, then turned quickly back to the group without giving himself time for his face to change. Derf had told Abra that his anxieties about Nat had not basis... or... well, actually they did have basis, but he'd at least told him that they weren't true. Still, it was Abra's way to fret about anything and everything, after all. Speaking of Derf... Abra could already tell that he'd hurt some feelings, given the look on his face. Sure, he felt guilty about that - how could he not? - but it really was just about where they were. Derf insisted on retaining the old nickname, and Abra had long come to terms with that because it was Derf, except not when they were around people who would come to know him by that name. Guilt and mild frustration (but a lot more guilt because now he was feeling guilty about feeling frustrated) sort of intermingled and Abra averted his eyes again, just in time to realise he was being spoken to about ice cream by the ice cream lady. "Oh, no thank you," he answered, as politely as he could, switching to his Grown Up Voice which he reserved for talking to adults that didn't know him very well. "I'm still feeling a little unwell from our bus trip." Even just going to kick a ball around felt a little risky with the queasiness that was still dying down. Then a lot of things happened. "What? Who?" Abra looked around, trying to see who Derf was referring to, and had only just caught sight of the Ilvermorny professors (it was hard to find what you were seeking if you didn't know what your snitch was) when there was a yell for everyone to run and a huge great noise suddenly rang out through the street and sent Abra jumping about a million feet into the air. His heart hammered against his chest and he struggled to get a grip on things and not start to panic... and he managed. Just about. But the sound of that horn felt like it was speeding up his heart with every blast and suddenly Abra wanted to be nowhere near this street. But then the bus was gone and... well, Abra felt a little relief, but was feeling a lot more like he wanted to throw up now, and like his heart was about to explode in his chest but not in the nice, figurative way. Being yelled at to run was not the sort of thing one could disregard so easily, and though he didn't run, he felt very much on edge and alert and ready to go at any moment. It was a sensation he knew well, but it usually struck him out of nowhere, and it was distracting enough that he didn't even think to yell at Derf (yet) for literally trying to shield him from a runaway bus, as though if it had come this way it wouldn't have just taken them both (and Boyd) out. And then... ... and then... ....... and..... then........ Abra's eyes widened as fear gripped him. That phrase. He knew that phrase. That phrase was one he never wanted to hear again, one that he associated with a bad bad bad memory that needed to go away. It wasn't about to leave any time soon, though, not with the sheer number of students that were starting to go all blank-eyed and chanting and... and wands were coming out and... Merlin, what should he do? What should he do? Abra, naturally, pulled his own wand out. He knew about the statute and everything, and also that they could break it in an emergency, but he wasn't even thinking at this point. At least, nothing past, What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?! Really, it was some kind of miracle he hadn't already completely relapsed into freak-out mode, but perhaps the urgency of the situation was putting that on hold for the moment. Nevertheless, even with his wand drawn it was fairly obvious that he was not one of the possessed, given the terrified expression on his face and his ghostly pallor. WhatdoIdo? WhatdoIdo? WhatdoIdo? Panic panic panic was in danger of happening. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!