[re-introducing Harry Potter]

[phoenix_wand]

It's a cold, damp evening at the Mansion, not long after sunset. It was raining earlier, and there's a heavy fog covering the grounds, which, in addition to making the place quite a bit wetter than usual, gives everything a rather mysterious, eerie look, even more than usual

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[eyrienprince]

Have a Lucivar, who sees the ominous looking shape and is immediately on his guard. He moves closer, silently, until he realizes that it is, in fact, a rather ordinary looking boy. "That depends on who you're looking for," he says in a very mild voice, still wary.

[phoenix_wand]

"Oh--er--anyone, I guess," says Harry, a little startled. He has his wand out but at his side - ready to fire off a spell at any moment, but not overtly threatening. Yet. "I was out flying, playing Qudiditch with some of my friends, but this storm came up and I got swept off-course, and I don't know where I landed..."

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar notes the wand and puts up a shield of his own, rustling his wings. "Playing what?"

[phoenix_wand]

"Quidditch," Harry repeats. "You know, the one and only wizarding sport, best game in the world, really; sort of like football on broomsticks? Quaffles, Snitch, Bludgers, all that?"

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar makes a little snorting noise. "No. Never heard of anything like it." It sounds a little mad, actually, but he doesn't mention that.

[phoenix_wand]

"Oh," says Harry, nonplussed. "Well, it's a great game, anyway. My point, though, was that it's done on broomsticks, so I got blown off when the wind came up, and I sort of...crashed..." He's a bit embarrassed by this, as he prides himself on his talent for flying. "...and I don't know how to get home."

[eyrienprince]

His mouth twists in a wry smile. "Good luck with that. As far as I can tell, no one's here by choice, no one knows where here is, and no one has been able to get back." He sounds a little annoyed, now, and will open and close his wings a couple times, muttering to himself.

[phoenix_wand]

Harry rubs his forehead, frustrated. "Right. Well. I don't plan to spend the rest of my life here, thanks."

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar grimaces. "From what I've heard, you might not have much of a choice," he mutters.

[phoenix_wand]

Harry shrugs. "I won't argue," he says flatly, "but I've got family and friends back home that I'm not willing to never see again. Trust me, I'll find a way, somehow."

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar gives a skeptical little smile. He asked Jaenelle, and she hasn't found a way, and as far as he's concerned if Jaenelle can't find a way out, no one can. He tilts his head and changes the subject. "Who are you, anyway?"

[phoenix_wand]

"I'm Harry Potter," answers Harry. "I'm from ...er, England," he adds, as he does appear to be quite a long way from home.

[eyrienprince]

He is. Lucivar accepts that as another oddity and looks at the broomstick. "Why are you dragging that around?"

[phoenix_wand]

"Cause it's my broomstick," says Harry uncertainly, with the tone of 'What kind of a question is that?'

[eyrienprince]

That's somewhat baffling, but his hackles go up at the tone. "Pardon me if I don't understand why someone who is clearly injured would want to carry a household cleaning device."

[phoenix_wand]

Harry blinks, completely confused -- then he laughs. "It's not for cleaning! It's for flying. I was flying on it when I crashed here, that's why I'm injured."