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realityshifted2010-08-12 08:23 pm
riseonemoreday.livejournal.com) wrote in realityshifted2010-08-12 08:23 pm
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[There's no crack of magic when Harry arrives; one instant there's nothing, and the next a young man, wearing wizard robes and carrying his wand in hand, is standing in the middle of the Plane, looking slightly wary at his surroundings, as if fully expecting to be attacked.]
[He doesn't say anything, moving curiously toward the kiosk, taking one of the brochures gingerly, as though they might explode. When that doesn't happen, he seems to relax some - though still aware of the area around him - and flips it open to read. Okay, skim.]
[After a few moments, he finally dares to speak, saying the word as if he's testing it.]
Experiments?
[He promptly looks up as if certain that he might have caught the attention of anyone that happens to be around. Considering the lack of response, it seems he's gone unnoticed for the time being. Or not.]
[He pulls a small pouch from beneath the front of his robes and tucks the brochure into it before he begins to walk, taking in the scenery as he maneuvers from the kiosk to the bar. He doesn't touch any of the drinks, but he's stopped there for a moment in the hopes of finding someone willing to answer a question or seven. Bars always seem to be excellent places to get information.]
[He doesn't say anything, moving curiously toward the kiosk, taking one of the brochures gingerly, as though they might explode. When that doesn't happen, he seems to relax some - though still aware of the area around him - and flips it open to read. Okay, skim.]
[After a few moments, he finally dares to speak, saying the word as if he's testing it.]
Experiments?
[He promptly looks up as if certain that he might have caught the attention of anyone that happens to be around. Considering the lack of response, it seems he's gone unnoticed for the time being. Or not.]
[He pulls a small pouch from beneath the front of his robes and tucks the brochure into it before he begins to walk, taking in the scenery as he maneuvers from the kiosk to the bar. He doesn't touch any of the drinks, but he's stopped there for a moment in the hopes of finding someone willing to answer a question or seven. Bars always seem to be excellent places to get information.]
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