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WHO: The Dreamers; Inception crew + Arthur
WHERE: The Dreaming
WHEN: Thursday the 3rd and ongoing for a few days, until Arthur wakes up.
WARNINGS: Please warn in thread subjects!
SUMMARY: Arthur's powers go out of control, and the innocent (?) cityzens are affected.
FORMAT: As you like it! Please label your threads if they're open for other

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open // possible violence eventually

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[When Tom dreams, they usually take place at, surprise, Hogwarts. Tonight's dream is one of the few that takes place outside. The Hogwarts grounds are there in perfect detail as Tom knew it in 1943. Certain places are a little dimmer than others, such as the Quidditch pitch, since it has very little importance to him, but overall the world is bright and has a distinctly magical feel to it, the castle in particular being the most prominent feature of the world.

Tom is currently leaning back against a tree, with a book in one hand and his wand in the other--his wand and not Harry's--practising spells, although his movements are already precise and he's hardly glancing at the book. On the ground next to him is a pile of parchment and a couple more books. None of the books have visible titles, and none of his notes are legible, a stark contrast to the detail put into the rest of the world

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There are places like it, in London. Though I don't think you'd be able to see them. [Statute of Secrecy? what Statute of Secrecy? granted, Sherlock shouldn't haven't been able to see this place for what it was by those rules, so maybe he'd be able to see the Leaky Cauldron too.]

What are you doing, wandering around this late, Tom?

[Tom's eyes narrow for briefest second before he stops and turns around. Standing at the top of the grand marble staircase behind them is Albus Dumbledore, but one that wavers between being Tom's Transfiguration professor and Harry's old and wise Headmaster.]

Escorting a guest to see the Headmaster, sir.

[sh_consulting]

Really? [Implies magical segregation, if even in the world of Hogwarts Sherlock wouldn't be able to 'see' them. ... Fascinating.

[He turned as a figure appeared and spoke - Tom, hmm? - but he couldn't quite get a grip on the man. His figure kept shifting - aging and de-aging.

He didn't say anything, however, just looking curiously up at him.]

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[Dumbledore looks over at Sherlock, not obviously suspicious, but frowning a bit just the same. It's a look Tom's quite familiar with, and in another moment, Dumbledore's form has settled on the younger version.]

I wasn't aware he was expecting a guest...

[And he'll be walking over now. Tom doesn't look terribly thrilled about this; much as Sherlock Holmes should not be in the magical world at all, he doesn't need Dumbledore getting involved.]

But you wouldn't want to make his guest late, Professor, would you?

[sh_consulting]

[Oh, Sherlock is completely watching Tom's reaction to the man - who has seemed to finally settle on one form. None of the clothes make sense, though - Sherlock can almost always instantly tell brand and make. Then again, not much of this 'world' has made any sense at all.

He flashes the Professor a practiced smile.]

I assure you, it won't be long.

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[Well, watch long enough, and it should be clear neither of them likes the other much, or Tom doesn't like him and assumes the feeling is mutual, but they're dancing politely around ever admitting it or making it too obvious.

But Dumbledore is also part of the security system, so he's not believing that so easily.]

Perhaps I should accompany you. You know it's dangerous to be out late these days, Tom.

That really isn't necessary, Professor. [Glancing at Sherlock.] We really should keep going, if the Headmaster's expecting you.

[sh_consulting]

[Sherlock isn't used to dream-hopping, and despite his own security coming to his rescue earlier, doesn't recognize the signs.

He does recognize distrust, however.

He looks at Tom.]

Whatever you think is best, of course.

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[Tom looks very slightly surprised by that, that Sherlock would defer to him over a teacher, but hey, he'll take it.]

Thank you for the offer, sir, but I think I have everything under control.

[Dumbledore looks over both of them, lingering over both for about the same amount of time, but he finally nods with a light sigh.]

Do go quickly, then.

Yes, Professor. [He glances at Sherlock once more before turning back around and heading off again, trusting that the man will follow. And even if he doesn't, Dumbledore is still lingering around, waiting to follow them at a distance.]

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[Sherlock notes the boy's surprise, but doesn't comment. Sherlock never has had that automatic respect for authority figures that people expect. In fact, quite the opposite.

And especially not here, speaking to dreams.

There is no hesitation to turn and follow the young man, his coat billowing in it's characteristic way as he follows.]

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[Hey, he is totally fine with that. He will never turn down a chance to have one over on Dumbledore.

It isn't too long before Tom seems relaxed again--mostly. He's aware of Dumbledore back there and of a growing uneasiness about this entire situation...and the basilisk roaming the floor above. Can't forget that.

It doesn't take long to reach the next set of stairs, either through the magic of dreams or Tom's detailed knowledge of the castle. This set of stairs is indeed moving, because well, dream, but it settles as soon as Tom reaches the bottom.]

It shouldn't move while we're on it, but they are a bit unpredictable. There's a trick step second from the top. [and heading up.]