There is danger in the night - there are things we can't control...
A minute ago, Harry was walking down the street in Chicago.
And then he tripped - apparently over his own feet - and now he is still walking down the street in Chicago, but it's an entirely different part of Chicago than he was in a moment ago. Oh yeah, and there's snow everywhere. It does not take a genius or a wizard to work out that something is very wrong here.
Harry whirls, staff in hand, half expecting an attack of some sort. Naturally, nothing happens. A few people stare at him as they walk by, but nothing attacks him. He's still not quite letting down his guard. You would think that the universe would give him just a little downtime before pulling this shit on him...
"I didn't order any fairies..." he mutters under his breath, on the off chance someone happens to be listening. But if whoever - whatever - did this isn't going to show their face, there's not a lot he can do about the situation out on the street.
He pivots on his heel, swinging in the complete opposite direction, and starts toward his apartment. Whatever's fucking with him will have a considerably harder time doing so once he's behind several layers of shields and a nice, solid door.
...that plan's going to change pretty quickly when he reaches his apartment building and realizes it's not there.
And then he tripped - apparently over his own feet - and now he is still walking down the street in Chicago, but it's an entirely different part of Chicago than he was in a moment ago. Oh yeah, and there's snow everywhere. It does not take a genius or a wizard to work out that something is very wrong here.
Harry whirls, staff in hand, half expecting an attack of some sort. Naturally, nothing happens. A few people stare at him as they walk by, but nothing attacks him. He's still not quite letting down his guard. You would think that the universe would give him just a little downtime before pulling this shit on him...
"I didn't order any fairies..." he mutters under his breath, on the off chance someone happens to be listening. But if whoever - whatever - did this isn't going to show their face, there's not a lot he can do about the situation out on the street.
He pivots on his heel, swinging in the complete opposite direction, and starts toward his apartment. Whatever's fucking with him will have a considerably harder time doing so once he's behind several layers of shields and a nice, solid door.
...that plan's going to change pretty quickly when he reaches his apartment building and realizes it's not there.