[ When the PORTAL turns on it reveals what appears to be an empty bedroom ... until a man in his early twenties goes rushing past looking for something. What he's looking for is his wand - which was still sitting in his coat pocket - to conjure a proper mirror since the blasted one in his room is just forever showing a useless black surface. One could forgive him for forgetting where he left it given he isn't entirely himself. ]
Impossible ... impossible.
[ He tosses the mirror onto the bed before rolling up his left arm sleeve. Nothing is there but he keeps looking at it like there should be. Only then does he realize he has a potential audience. ]
I am quite interested to hear what the city seeks to gain from performing such magic on me and whoever else has fallen victim to this. This is ... this ... [ ARGH! He runs his fingers through his hair. ]
[[ooc; say hello to 21 yr old Severus (think The Prince's Tale in HP7.2). I have no icons or alternate journal yet but we're all good at pretendy fun times here so let's pretend! NEVER MIND. comments will be from
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