woods; open; multiple threads

[holeytwin]

The silence was the first thing that alerted George to the fact that there was something wrong with where he was. Snapping his eyes open and getting a face full of forest served to confirm his suspicions - last he knew he was fighting off a Death Eater back in the castle… which meant he was in the Forbidden Forest, if he was still anywhere near

Comments

[no_onebetter]

Despite being led back to the "town thing", as Flynn Rider had so eloquently described it, Lute was not in the mood to examine buildings. No, the forest was what drew her interest, especially when there were mysterious noises to be investigated.

Dashing in the direction she thought the loud cracking noise had come from, Lute's mind was whirling with the possibilities. A strange animal? Supernatural phenomenon? Whatever it was--oh dear, who was that? Another man with interesting hair, although those of the reddish variety did actually exist in Tellius. She ground to a halt as she watched the man walk by. He seemed to be lost and looking for someone, and these circumstances were a little too familiar for her to like. If it turned out that she was not the only one who had teleported herself here...

Lute's eyes narrowed as she stalked after the red-haired man, cupping one hand around her mouth to yell, "You there! Where did you come from?"

[holeytwin]

Taken by surprise, George spun around, brandishing his wand. Opening his mouth to jinx or curse the living daylights out of any enemy, he stopped - spell still half-formed in his mind. She didn't look like a Death Eater and honestly, if she was he doubted that he'd have been given any warning at all.

Still on edge and with his wand outstretched, he considered the risks. If she knew anything about how to get back then he'd gladly tell her most of what he knew. If not -- well he trusted his reflexes and talent enough to get himself out of most tight spots relatively unharmed. He didn't need his remaining ear anyway.

"Hogwarts. If you know where I am or how to leave, tell me." George wasn't going to waste valuable time, not when his family and friends were fighting without him. He knew that he sounded desperate, it was hardly his fault.

[no_onebetter]

Lute had expected an answer, not a...wand or whatever that was to the face. (A wand? Honestly, that was so archaic.) Frowning, she stepped back and flipped her spell book open, just in case he tried anything funny - which, in the event that he did, would be swiftly turned into a demonstration of why strange men did not cross a magical prodigy the wrong way.

"I've never heard of anywhere like that." Hog...warts? That didn't sound like a very pleasant place to be. "Right now, you are in a forest of what I believe is a fairly magical persuasion. There is a town too, but it simply isn't the same." She looked at the man more closely. "And it seems...You unconsciously willed yourself here as well? That is" - unacceptable - "interesting."

Lute placed a finger on her chin as she thought. "Although, I cannot say I know how to leave...it is probably worth investigation."

[holeytwin]

Ah. Muggle then, he thought, though why she'd open a book now confused him. It wasn't the time or place for reading, not if she wasn't supposed to be here either.

"Not that I know of? I was in the middle of --" George frowned, subconsciously reaching up to scratch the hole where his ear was. A new habit, and one he never really registered as having. "Something important. And I have to get back."

Magical forest, he though, chuckling to himself. He could deal with a magical forest any day of the week, considering nothing has tried to kill him in the few minutes he'd been here. That was a definite improvement.

[unholeytwin]

Fred was sitting in the Barracks, for the past two days or so, alone. He'd figured out how to check his communicator for names, and he'd been doing just that at least once an hour. (It was worse the first day, when he checked at least three times an hour.) But he hadn't done very well at associating with other people (considering he'd been snapping at anyone who approached more often than not or offering them an unhealthy dose of Weasley Sarcasm™).

He turned it on again (just to check) and was scrolling without expectation, when he paused, nearly jumping and doing a quite literal double take.

George WeasleyHe stared at it for a good minute before leaping to his feet and darting for the woods. Finding the path, he started down it, looking around for a flash of ginger. He'd been warned about the possibility of attack, so he at the very least pulled out his wand. And what if the communicator could be fooled, unlike the Marauder's Map? He had to be careful--but he would risk it, because it could--it really could--be George

[holeytwin]

After what felt like forever crashing through the woods on his own, George could have sworn he heard someone calling for him. Chalking it up to going slightly crazy with a bad ear he didn't think twice about it, at least until he heard it again - this time closer and clearer.

"Over here!" he yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth to carry the sound further -- juggling so as not to let go of his wand. If whoever was calling for him was someone he didn't want to run into, he was at least going to be prepared for it. Forbidden Forest it was not, yet he couldn't help but think of the similarities between the two.

He took off in the general direction of the shouting, hoping that his lost ear wasn't throwing off his sense of direction too much. Hadn't been that much of a problem before so there wasn't any reason to suspect it would start acting up now. Then again, he'd never had to find someone simply by shouting since he'd lost it.

"I'm over here!"

[unholeytwin]

Hearing the shouts, Fred darted for them, keeping his wand out just in case. It hadn't sounded too far away. He just followed after them, shouting "George!" out on occasion.

He stumbled through a rather large bush, and there--there he was. George. Fred smiled and laughed, nearly racing over right away, but he paused. "George," he said calmly, standing a few good feet away from his twin. He had to be sure.

"What's the first memory we both have of the both of us? Alone?"

[holeytwin]

Upon seeing Fred, George's face broke into a wide grin. Out of everyone to find, and to find first, he never expected to run into his twin. Relief flooded through him -- at least the other was here, and together they would be able to figure this place out.

"We built a fort in the drawer mum used as our bed. You tried to kick me out in your sleep." He grinned wider at the memory -- they had others of the other, but up until that point they'd always been with their Mum, with Bill or Charlie. For some reason they'd never trusted the two of them on their own. George couldn't imagine why.

"Your turn, Fred. What was the first magical thing we did?"