As if 1973 wasn't enough

[wantingtojump]

Sam Tyler was not amused. Not at all. Because, honestly, how often do you walk into a lobby and find it amusing? None, for Sam Tyler. Which should be a given really, since this isn't exactly where he'd wanted to go

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[not_the_lion]

They tried the anagram charm with too few letters, Regulus is fairly certain; he's most of the way through the results, and he hasn't seen anything that looks much like a viable name. He'll have to take that up with Selwyn, when he goes back to Hogwarts.
In the meantime, a shouting new arrival is a perfect distraction.
"Something wrong, then?"

[wantingtojump]

Not listening. Freaking out.

"What the bloody hell do you want now!?" he yelled at the ceiling.

[not_the_lion]

"I shouldn't think the ceiling wants anything. It's never been that demanding before."
...He couldn't resist. It's that sarcasm thing.

[wantingtojump]

Acting completely insane took a lot of his brainpower. It may take a while for him to realise there was someone talking to him.

In the meantime, he banged his fists against the wall and shouted on the top of his lungs some more.

[not_the_lion]

For now, Regulus is content to wait out the tirade.
...Which is not to say he isn't tempted to make the madman shut up for a few moments, but it's more polite to give people a chance to see to their own affairs. Especially when it seems they're already having a hard time adjusting.

[wantingtojump]

Eventually, he finally managed to realise the futility in yelling and shouting at a completely innocent lobby and settled for gripping his hands against the wall with his head down.

He was still panting a little and more than a little stressed.

[not_the_lion]

Well, that was entertaining.
"Finished, are you?"

[wantingtojump]

Sam didn't move.

"Where am I?" he asked. "What time am I in now?"

[not_the_lion]

"This is the inn. So far as I'm aware, it doesn't have a time to call its own."
It's not all that often people show up who are expecting to be in the wrong year.

[wantingtojump]

Sam groaned in frustration and stayed put for a moment, trying to gather his senses.

When he was done, he ran his hands over his face and sighed.

"If this place doesn't have a time, how am I here?"

[not_the_lion]

"I think it likes to play silly buggers with people."
On the whole, he's not complaining. It's more home-like than either the house he grew up in or his school. But really, when the place gets weird, it does so with a vengeance.

[wantingtojump]

No, it wasn't the inn. It was his brain. His stupid, coma brain that wouldn't wake up. He squeezed his eyes shut and put his hands over his ears for a moment, trying desperately to hear the beeping of the heart monitor that had been haunting him for the past few months.

Nothing.

He exhaled shortly and thudded his head against the wall. God, now he didn't even have Annie any more. What was he going to do?

[not_the_lion]

"You're not going to start shouting again, are you?"

[wantingtojump]

Of course, now Sam has realised that maybe making a scene of himself hadn't been the greatest idea. Not that he hadn't done the same thing around the town and... in the bar... and... pretty much everywhere. He was used to people thinking he was a bit nuts.

"Would it change... anything... if I did?" he asked, turning around and resting his back against the wall.

[not_the_lion]

"Probably not, no. While thinking things into existence works just fine here, I doubt it'd take very well to being shouted at."

[wantingtojump]

Sam furrowed his brow at him, wondering if he was actually serious or just having him on.

"What?"