Welcome to Hogwarts, Hope You Survive the Experience! [Mingle Post/OPEN]

[zeros_requiem]

[In the various houses of Hogwarts, the same scene was replaying itself over and over. Individuals, many of whom had been somewhere else and doing something else moments ago, found themselves waking up in a bed that wasn't their own. Some of them had company, as faces both familiar and not were waking up in the bunks across from them, while others

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Gryffindor

[zeros_requiem]

[In the dorm for the 3rd years, Suzaku's awakening was a bit more rude than everyone else's, with his cat, Arthur, pawing at his face. He lazily swatted at his cat, until it dawned on him that he wasn't supposed to have Arthur anymore.

And wasn't he just supposed to be heading to a meeting?

He rubbed his face and-- the mask! Where the hell was his mask? Where the hell was he?]

What the hell?!

[transmutates]

[ Waking up for Ed has been a slow process in which part of him has wanted to simply bury his face back into the pillows and pretend that he wasn't somewhere other that where he was supposed to be. Maybe it's all some Gate-formed dream and he hasn't actually gone back to Amestris and he hasn't had to fight the bastards from the Thule Society.

But that would mean he never got the chance to see Al again.

Yeah, the whole situation is fucked up. And the shouts of someone else ringing in his ears doesn't help.

Groaning, he pushes himself up, rubbing his head as he pushes long blond bangs from his face. The scene is slow in coming to focus, red and gold drapes that remind him of Al (it's the coat and hair, really), but once it does, he seeks out the owner of the loud mouth.

It's a boy. Roughly his age and sitting in a bed much like his own. ]

Oi...

[shardsofmemory]

[The boy a few beds over isn't faring much better. Roxas shouldn't even be waking up, and the first thing he wonders as he opens his eyes is if Hayner slept over again, because he can hear yelling--

but Hayner isn't here, Hayner isn't his friend. Not really. He's trapped in Sora, fused with him after that final fight, so why is he opening his eyes? Inside Sora's heart, Roxas doesn't dream, or think. Not anymore.]

Wh...at?

[zeros_requiem]

[Suzaku looked over at the other guy, someone completely unfamiliar to him. And very much in the same predicament as him, at least it appeared at first glance. And someone else also]

Uh...

...hi.

Gryffindor Common Room

[memorizethefire]

[Axel's lying on the couch, turning his wand over and over in his hand. He's wearing a butchered version of the Hogwarts uniform-- just the pants and the white shirt, untucked and only half buttoned. Feel free to bother him, since he's really just spacing out, trying to fathom the fact that he's actually alive]

[symbolofplace]

[Doesn't take long for someone to come stalking down the stairs from the dormitories. Elliot wasn't going to waste time lingering about. Not when he was minus his sword, minus his servant and minus, well. Things that made sense.

Like. You know. A world that didn't have a school dedicated to the apparent learning of magic of all things? He spots Axel though.

Hmmm.]

[memorizethefire]

[Axel barely glances up, flicking the wand, a bare spit of flame coming from it] Lemme guess, you're new too, huh?

[symbolofplace]

[Elliot goes to answer--then starts in surprise.] Wh--how did you do that?! [Sure, he read the letter. Doesn't mean he believes everything about magic or that yet.]

Gryffindor Boy Dorms [Suzaku, Ed, Al's floor?] - Just before Noon

[alkahestry]

[It would appear that magical aging required a bit more time to run it's course. Where most students were awaken in the early morning, Alphonse doesn't open his eyes until almost lunch time. Some where along the lines of when he arrived and before Ed and the rest of the third year Gryffindor's awoke, he had buried himself deeply under the thick red and gold comforters that lined his four post bed.

Now awake and rightly confused, he sat himself in the center of his bed in a pair of white and blue striped pajamas that were two sizes too big, long brownish blond hair hanging loosely over his shoulders as he emptied the contents of his trunk around him.

He was careful to leave his uniform and real clothes folded neatly in the trunk and went for the books. Each one was opened and skimmed briefly but the contents were baffling. Magic? With his wand resting in his lap, he read over his 'Welcome to Hogwarts' letter for the fourth time as he absently stroked the top of Arthur's head (Suzaku's cat

[transmutates]

[ It takes some time to find his way back to the dorms after his momentary exploration, but once he returns, stepping into the room, he freezes. The sight in front of him is one that he certainly hasn't been expecting. He'd intended to leave Al in Amestris, believing his brother would be happier there. It'd been one of the hardest things he'd ever done watching tears form in Al's eyes as he was restrained by the colonel and turning away in order to pilot the rocket.

But here he is again... His little brother crouched near his trunk, petting the cat that had accompanied Suzaku. ]

Al...?

[alkahestry]

[He hadn't forgotten about Edward, in fact his first thoughts upon waking was to wonder where he was, but with aching muscles and a dizzy head he figured that he was better off getting a hold on his new surroundings and what was going on first. When Edward appears his brown eyes brighten visible as he looks up from the unfolded parchment, his voice deeper than Edward would also remember.]

Brother!

[Relief and excitement wash over him as he urges Arthur away with a gentle nudge as he lifts off the bed and crosses the distance between them. As the distance between them closes, he comes to realize that he's once again taller than Edward. Stopping just a few feet in front of his older brother he asks with a blink.]

When did you get shorter, Brother?

[transmutates]

[ For a moment, he just stares, realizing that he actually has to look up at Al rather than the same eye level they had shared the last time he saw Al in Amestris. But now... Al grew. He grew taller. Taller than him. ]

Shorter... [ A beat and then he throws his hands in the air. ] I DIDN'T SHRINK, YOU GREW!!

HUFFLEPUFF

[justsopretty]

[He pushes himself upward as he looks around, confused. Trembling, he looks around the room before just not sure where he is. Wasn't he just -- Lelouch? The blankets come up to cover his mouth as he wasn't sure what was going on at the moment or where he was.

He makes a few whining noises, before realizing that perhaps, perhaps, he had a nightmare? Only, he doesn't recognize where he is. This isn't the bedroom he has grown accustomed to, nor is it the one he has back in Pendragon -- as he is sure that his mother has not moved too much.

The prince makes a soft hum, not sure what he should do first. Another bit of trembling before noticing to see the uniform on the trunk and books. There is a letter for him? He reaches out to pick it up and read it in bed, stretching out to try to at least give the appearance that this is not bothering him.

Even though he cannot stop the occasional tremble of his shoulders.]

[steuerparadies]

[While over at the Common Room, Liechtenstein is already fiddling with the commuter, trying to gauge its usage and function, which really isn't all that hard to figure out. She had woken up in the Girls Dorm, a sense of detachment overwhelming her instantly as she tried to grasp and feel for her people.

Nothing.

The feeling was disconcerting, but it hasn't send her into panic just yet. The letter was given a thorough read-through, and the trunk properly investigated. Other than that, there wasn't much information she could gather. Which is why she's now seating on one of the couches in the Common Room--already dressed in the supplied uniform--with the commuter in hand and attempt to make sense of her current predicament.]

[justsopretty]

[Crumpling up the letter, he tosses it on the floor before finally getting up. He is supposed to accept a written apology? He wanted one from the person himself! Exactly -- spirited away? His hands settle on his hip as he decides to look around to see where he is.

Letting out a soft sigh, he slips into the so-called Common Room. Clovis blinks once as he sees that he is not alone. He has not changed into the supplied uniform, but remains in his same princely garb. His own way of showing some sense of defiance as he stares at the young miss.

He does feel the need to question her viciously about what is going on, but he decides that he will make a good impression. Why? He is a prince and he cannot be seen as anything other than such. Straightening his shoulders, he walks over to her. His smile is bright as is his tone -- this makes things easier for him as he knows how he should act will hide how he actually feels.]

Hello, miss. How are you today?

[steuerparadies]

[Truthfully, Liechtenstein had first thought otherwise about the uniform, debating if she should just wear the robes. But habit of etiquettes and protocols had decided for her that she was to dress appropriately. At least it wasn't some form of strange clothings that leave nothing to the imagination.

The foreign voice grabs her attention and she looks up, blinking before she carefully places the commuter onto a nearby table and stands, curtsying politely in return to his greeting.]

Hallo. [She gives a small smile, a mildly wry one.] Pleasant as usual, thank you, but no less disoriented and confused. Are you new here? [Judging by the lack of uniform on the other person, she can only assume so.]

Ravenclaw 6th Year Dorms

[buildyourworld]

[As usual, Tieria wakes up before the sun is even up, fully intending to run some simulation training in Ptolemy's hangar before the others wake up. But the moment he opens his eyes to blue drapery in front of his eyes which is clearly not his bed, he bolted up and reaches under his pillow for his gun, only to find no gun. He blinks and immediately checks himself, he's not bound and is still in his Celestial Being's uniform, which is strange since he remembers going to sleep without them while he notes the foreign surrounding.]

What's going on? [Noticing the trunk at the end of the bed, he gets up to examines them. Reading the greeting letters, his eyes narrow suspiciously.] Magic? What is this nonsense...?

[fruchtig]

Exactly that. [There's a crisp voice from a few beds over where a man is sitting, adjusting a bronze-and-blue tie with a slight frown] Complete nonsense. [Austria, usually lazy, can't sleep in new surroundings like this. Or at least, he's too disturbed by all of these to be comfortable sleeping and so, is awake]

[buildyourworld]

[He turns around to look the other person sitting on one of the beds up and down to determines if he's a threat. When it's obvious that he's not and very much civilian looking, Tieria gives him a small nods of acknowledgement.] Are you kidnapped as well? Are you injured?

[fruchtig]

Not in the slightest. [What a strange question, though; Austria give him a searching look, straightening up his already-stiff posture] ....and you? Are you expecting to be?