Raistlin Majere ((unpopcorning, canon update))

[raistlin_black]

A man in black robes staggered to his feet outside of the popcorn room, clearly disoriented. He snarled a word of magic, creating a thrumming wave of energy that surrounded him like a shield. Raistlin Majere, Master of the Tower of High Sorcery, had returned to Hogwarts. The mage looked down at his robes, jet black and normally of the softest

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[rosecasson]

Rose hears the scream.

"Do you smoke whenever you have a tantrum?" she wants to know. "Your house must get very mucky."

[raistlin_black]

Raistlin whirled, his still smoldering robes flaring as he did so. The sharp retort died in his throat when he saw Rose. With an effort, he swallowed his anger. “No. The Hat not only brought me back, it saw fit to cover me in some oily substance. The smoke is from a spell that burned it away."

[rosecasson]

"Hunh." Rose appraises him. "I suppose that's good. Or every time you threw a wobbly you'd ruin the wallpaper."

[raistlin_black]

"I didn't realize the Hat went so far as to steal children, I do not recall seeing you from before."

[rosecasson]

Have I been stolen, wonders Rose, and concludes that she has not. "I've not seen you before. You're cloaky. I drew someone like you."

[raistlin_black]

"They are traditional robes for one of my order, not a cloak," he corrected absently. "Children tend to avoid me. You must be used to such," his lips twisted, "sights."

[rosecasson]

"No, not really. Mummy wears an artist's smock but it's mostly bright colours because of all the paint she uses, Sarah and Saffy share clothes anyway and Caddy likes bright colours too. Indigo," she concedes, now talking about the single brother in a band of sisters, adopted sisters and friends, "Might have a cloak but I haven't asked him."

Rose does not avoid anybody.