First spell, mayfield_rpg, This isn't the life I went to bed with last night
A [Location: 5721 Cunningham Road, Action, locked to not!family (Basini and Shilo)]
[Something was terribly wrong, and though he didn't know what, he could feel the wrongness even before he opened his eyes. It wasn't that he was in a strange bed; in the past months he'd spent more time on couches and at temporary lodgings then he had in his room at 12 Grimmauld. No, it was the woman that troubled him first, the woman who was, thankfully, in a separate bed but since he had never seen her before the fact that she opened her eyes and greeted him with a cheerful 'good morning, darling' was confusing and more than a little alarming. '
He ran from the room without saying anything, not stopping until he was in the hallway of an unfamiliar house wearing blue striped jim-jams. It was then that he realized that he didn't know where his wand was, which troubled him even more. He tried to summon it, both silently and verbally. Nothing happened. A search of the house didn't reveal anything familiar. He did, however, find dozens of muggle pictures; many of them included himself with people he'd never seen before. The woman from the other bed was in most of them, along with a boy and girl that both looked like they were of an age to be at Hogwarts. Merlin's knees, what was going on?]
B [Downstairs at 5721 Cunningham Road, Phone, OTA]
[He'd lived amongst muggles enough to know how to operate a telephone, but no matter how many buttons he pushed or how much he shook the thing the phone hung from, nothing happened. The only thing that put his mind to rest, just a little, was that Voldemort hated all things muggle, and couldn't be behind what was happening.]
Hello? If there's anyone there I need to know where I am. And when I am. Hello? Hello?
C [Outside, moving away from Cunningham road, Action OTA]
[His clothes were gone, and there were no wizard robes to be found. In the wardrobe of the room he woke up in he found clothing that was at least better than jim-jams; he dressed in brown pants and a dark coloured jersey, using the loo to change in because the woman was still in the bedroom, trying to ask him about breakfast. The absence of his wand bothered him more than anything else, and as soon as he was dressed he fled the house. Once he rounded the corner he found a quiet place to sit and closed his eyes, concentrating as hard as he could.]
Accio wand!
[Nothing. And nothing still when he tried it again. Merlin, this wasn't right. He'd been able to summon his wand since his third year of Hogwarts; only on nights of the full moon had he been separate from it. Desperate times being what they were, he breathed deep and focused as hard as he could.]
Expecto Patronum!
[A chill traveled down his spine when nothing happened. It wasn't just his wand that was missing; it was his magic.]
[Something was terribly wrong, and though he didn't know what, he could feel the wrongness even before he opened his eyes. It wasn't that he was in a strange bed; in the past months he'd spent more time on couches and at temporary lodgings then he had in his room at 12 Grimmauld. No, it was the woman that troubled him first, the woman who was, thankfully, in a separate bed but since he had never seen her before the fact that she opened her eyes and greeted him with a cheerful 'good morning, darling' was confusing and more than a little alarming. '
He ran from the room without saying anything, not stopping until he was in the hallway of an unfamiliar house wearing blue striped jim-jams. It was then that he realized that he didn't know where his wand was, which troubled him even more. He tried to summon it, both silently and verbally. Nothing happened. A search of the house didn't reveal anything familiar. He did, however, find dozens of muggle pictures; many of them included himself with people he'd never seen before. The woman from the other bed was in most of them, along with a boy and girl that both looked like they were of an age to be at Hogwarts. Merlin's knees, what was going on?]
B [Downstairs at 5721 Cunningham Road, Phone, OTA]
[He'd lived amongst muggles enough to know how to operate a telephone, but no matter how many buttons he pushed or how much he shook the thing the phone hung from, nothing happened. The only thing that put his mind to rest, just a little, was that Voldemort hated all things muggle, and couldn't be behind what was happening.]
Hello? If there's anyone there I need to know where I am. And when I am. Hello? Hello?
C [Outside, moving away from Cunningham road, Action OTA]
[His clothes were gone, and there were no wizard robes to be found. In the wardrobe of the room he woke up in he found clothing that was at least better than jim-jams; he dressed in brown pants and a dark coloured jersey, using the loo to change in because the woman was still in the bedroom, trying to ask him about breakfast. The absence of his wand bothered him more than anything else, and as soon as he was dressed he fled the house. Once he rounded the corner he found a quiet place to sit and closed his eyes, concentrating as hard as he could.]
Accio wand!
[Nothing. And nothing still when he tried it again. Merlin, this wasn't right. He'd been able to summon his wand since his third year of Hogwarts; only on nights of the full moon had he been separate from it. Desperate times being what they were, he breathed deep and focused as hard as he could.]
Expecto Patronum!
[A chill traveled down his spine when nothing happened. It wasn't just his wand that was missing; it was his magic.]