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[earnedaplace]

And in walks a nineteen year old boy, looking a bit dazed. His hair is currently lacking any of his normal colours to it, because he does like to at least appear professional when he's on his way to work as he thought he was just now. He isn't, of course, and after checking to make certain he hasn't splinched himself, he'll bother to take more of a

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[sceltwarlord]

"Not surprising. Nearly everyone here is." This from a fellow who is grinning at Teddy from where he's leaning up against the wall.

[earnedaplace]

He smiles, a bit wryly. "At least I'm not alone in having managed to misplace myself."

[sceltwarlord]

"Indeed. Rather peculiar place, this. Nice enough, though." He offers a grin and steps forward to offer a hand. "Khardeen."

[earnedaplace]

He takes the hand and shakes it firmly. "Good to know and good to meet you."

[metamorphette]

T: WHOA. I forgot about time zones. I'm all, WE STILL HAVE TWO HOURS AND FORTY-FIVE MINUUUUTES...and remembered I'm west coast. Hi thar.

Tonks, her hair coloured her favourite vivid bubble-gum pink today, is sprawled across one of the many sofas scattered around the place, wand extended and pointed at an apple, which she is idly levitating in dizzying circles up near the ceiling.

She looks up at a curiously familiar voice with an inquisitive smile--which falters, and then freezes into something at once disbelieving, suspicious, and scared. "Teddy--?" she starts, and swings herself off the couch. The apple drops, unnoticed, to the ground.

[earnedaplace]

Teddy knows that face, even if he can't remember her, thanks to the pictures his grandmother's shown him, and he goes ashen. "Mum?"

[metamorphette]

"Who are you--what is this? What's going on?" Her wand is still extended, but it's now pointed at the bright-haired boy, and her voice and expression are even more scared, more incredulous, than before. "Who are you?"

[earnedaplace]

He pulls his wand out at that, more from instinct than anything else. "I already said that. I'm Teddy Lupin, son of Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin, who died in the war. Who are you and why do you look like my mum?"

[loonyradish]

Luna gives him a long, solemn look before smiling vaguely. "You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"

[earnedaplace]

"It's certainly possible. I'm sorry to say I can't quite link your face to a name, however."

[loonyradish]

Brightly, "I'm Luna Lovegood!"

[earnedaplace]

"...really? You -- look a lot younger than you did last time I saw you."

[tonks_nee_black]

Have a grand-mama. "Hello, dear."

[earnedaplace]

"Gran! Thank Merlin you're here. There's a girl running around who looks like Mum."

[princessofllyr]

You probably are. I think this place just sucks people in it like a sort of giant whirlpool and a fishing boat.

[earnedaplace]

So it seems, yes. It's all very strange.

[princessofllyr]

Oh, it is. *pause* Where were you trying to be?

[earnedaplace]

The Ministry. I was running late as it was, and now I'll never get there on time.