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[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

[Having been trapped in this city for a few weeks completely ignoring that the dressing room has been completely dead for nearly a year, wizard!Fletcher has gotten an idea on how to escape. He's gone out into a public square, drawn his wand, and is pointing it at random small-ish objects.]

Wingardium Leviosa!

[Doing magic outside of school, especially in front of Muggles, is supposed to get the attention of the Ministry of Magic, right?]

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DAMMIT KETSU. I HAVE NOT LOGGED INTO A LING JOURNAL IN MONTHS

[envoyoftheeast.livejournal.com]

You know, I've already tried that.

[Sup, have a Slytherin-clad fourth year, tilting his head at you. Is this a CR restart or picking up from a year ago.]

WELL WHY NOT?????

[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

You have?

[SUP. I was thinking picking-up from where we left off.]

MUSE SHENANIGANS AND A VERY LONG STORY.

[envoyoftheeast.livejournal.com]

[I don't remember if I told you I was going on an adventure into the military. Kind of haven't been able to pick up most my muses since I got back. It's kind of frustrating. Anyways.]

I did make that rather large sign to find your brother, remember? No one's come to bust my chops over that one.

[Awesome.]

[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

[Ooh :C Welcome back then!!]

...o-oh, that's true... [And Russel has been apparating around just because he can.] Do you think they can't detect us using magic here?

[envoyoftheeast.livejournal.com]

[Thanks!! I've been back since March bluuuh. Ling probably just needs a canon review.]

I think perhaps where ever it is we are, is a bit out of range for the ministry. Good news for our sort of hijinks, bad news for the prospect of us ever getting home, I think.

[Russel is Ling's kind of trouble-maker, obviously.]

[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

[Oh, oh, that comment makes Fletcher sad. He frowns.]

Well-- maybe they can still detect it, but they just haven't been able to find us? [He doesn't know how this stuff works] So if we keep trying...

[envoyoftheeast.livejournal.com]

[Nods a bit, thinking.]

It's entirely possible. Maybe all we really need is a big enough boom so that they can find us, easier.

A beacon, if you will.

[themodestone.livejournal.com]

Fletcher..?

[Ed's been around long enough to realize that there are duplicates of everyone he should know running around this place, so he doesn't assume he knows this Fletcher - but he's pretty sure he's got the name right, at least.]

What are you doing? [It looks like some attempt at magic, Ed has to bite his tongue to refrain from telling the small boy that it's not going to work... still carefully keeping his distance.]

[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

[Fletcher is in the middle of lifting up a trash can when he hears Ed. He sets it down and turns to him.]

Huh? I'm, um, just... using magic. [But how does this guy know his name?]

[themodestone.livejournal.com]

[okay so it is working, Ed manages not to swallow his tongue at the sight before him - probably because it's still between his teeth.]

Now I've really seen everything. [He mutters, staring at the trash can as if Fletcher had been completely forgotten about.

After a moment he looks back at Fletcher, trying to sound casual.] That all you can do?

[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

Uh-uh! I can do a few others, too. Lumos! [And the end of his wand lights up.]

[themodestone.livejournal.com]

[Casual indifference right here... yup, nothing out of the ordinary about this conversation at all.

How someone with alien morphing technology can be freaked out by a kid using 'magic' is beyond even him, so yeah - playing it cool.]

Where'd you learn that?

[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

At my school, Hogwarts. They teach us how to use magic. ...or they did before I wound up here...

Where I'm from, Fletcher was a Ravenclaw~!

[otouto-al.livejournal.com]

Wait... Fletcher, have you de-aged? You can't do underaged wizardry looking like that!

And those are the wrong robes!

OMG I remember you~

[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

Wh-what? Huh? I...

Um... No, these are my usual school robes. And--And I know I'm not supposed to do magic outside of school, but I thought that if the Ministry noticed, they could find us...

I REMEMBER ME TOO!!! (shocking, I know. XD)

[otouto-al.livejournal.com]

You're a Ravenclaw though, aren't you? You and Russell both! Though Russell's long-graduated, naturally....

And then you could be expelled!

[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

Huh? No, I'm a Hufflepuff, and Brother's a Slytherin... And he's a fifth-year...

E-expelled? But--but I'm sure if I explained, then...!

[otouto-al.livejournal.com]

Odd... I suppose there must be more than one world in which we're wizards... and here I thought mine was the only one!

I know at least where I come from, they can be somewhat strict. Brother's had many near-incidents at the orphanage.

[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

Th-that would be really weird... But I guess so. [sheepish] Um, I-I don't recognize you.

I know they're strict, but I can't think of any other way to get out of here.

GUESS WHO'S BACK, BITCHEZ?!

[girlalfons.livejournal.com]

*she stares at him thoughtfully for a few moments, tilting her head to the side. She doesn't say anything, simply watches with curious amusement.*

[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

[He's spinning around levitating garbage that people have left on the ground, hurling it into a nearby trashcan. Once he catches sight of Girlfons, he hesitates -- still not used to doing magic in front of Muggles -- but smiles and waves with his free hand.]

[girlalfons.livejournal.com]

[Coughing a small bit, she throws him a smile back, waving. With a breath, she moves towards him and speaks.]

...So you're like Al.

[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

Like... Al? [Tilts his head.] I don't know anyone named Al... Sorry...

[girlalfons.livejournal.com]

[She blinks a moment, and then shakes her head.]

N-no, I mean, what it is you do. The...magic.

[No matter how long she's been used to that, it's *STILL* hard to say that without her inner scientist screaming under piles and piles of textbooks.]

My boyfriend, Alphonse--he does similar things, is all.

[fletcherpuff.livejournal.com]

O-oh! You... you know someone else who can do this?