Dream I ❄ video/action

[branstark]

[The video feed opens on a young boy sitting with his back to the carousel, staring curiously down at the device. His bright eyes blink, and he reaches up a hand to brush at the fringe of his auburn hair, grown long and a bit unruly. Strong, dark brows furrow, and his freckled nose wrinkles. He shakes his head and sets the device aside, offering a

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[greding]

[Oh hey, a munchkin.]

Oi! Nipper! Are you alright, then?

[branstark]

I don't know.

[But he's kind of sitting on the ground, motionless. And making pouty-face. So a 'no' might be implied here.]

[greding]

Did you just get here?

[branstark]

[Just sullen nodding.]

[greding]

Alright.

I'm George Weasley, and I'm afraid I'm not really the best person to give you the introduction talk seeing as I'm the new boy here myself. Do you need someone to come get you, or are you alright on your own there?

[branstark]

[Oh. That kind of stuck a chord. A not-so-happy one.]

I'm fine. Only... [He reaches one hand towards his legs, but then it falters and falls to his side again.] I can't get up.

[greding]

Bugger, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself? I can be there in a few minutes.

[branstark]

It's my legs. [Quiet for a moment. A sigh.] They don't work, is all. It's been like this for a long time.

[greding]

[George swears a little colourfully there. Children's ears be damned.]

Alright, hold still. My brother's around, we should be able to get you to the youth centre, they'll sort you out there.

[branstark]

[Bran hasn't got any clue what the youth centre might be, but sorting things out seems nice.]

All right. I'll wait. [He wraps his arms around his stomach and does just that.]

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[greding]

[There's a semi-loudish crack noise, and two very red-haired Weasley's apparate a few metres from where Bran is sitting. They jog over quickly. George is the first to kneel down beside Bran and give him a grin.]

Alright? This is Fred. He's a bit of a prat, but what are you going to do about it. He's family, eh? We're here to give you a lift.

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[branstark]

[Oh hello, wow, that was startling-- but suddenly winding up in some foreign place and not knowing how one got there is startling too, so.]

...A pleasure... to meet you. Are you magic?

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[feorging]

Bloody Hell, Georgie. Some introduction that is.

[All of the frowning. We've taught you more tact than that, brother. He sighs and kneels down beside him, giving the small boy a light smile.]

That we are, mate. Which is why we are the very best of rescuers in this particular situation.

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[greding]

[It's not about tact. It's about realistic expectations.]

We're going to get you there safe, don't worry. Now I don't believe we've heard your name, and you've heard both our ours. Seems only fair.

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[branstark]

I'm Brandon son of Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell. But I'm called Bran, usually.

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[greding]

Blimey! Don't blame you for the nickname there.