[rift | fic] how we got here.
It’s not often that Grant Park sees a Wanderer as out of place as Gilderoy Lockhart.
“Oh, dear,” he mutters to himself, squinting at the high, metallic buildings across the street with a frown. “It seems I’ve Apparated to… very much the wrong place.”
Unless Hogsmeade had a makeover and expanded exponentially overnight, which is highly unlikely.
While surveying the area, he realizes he’s attracted the attention of a woman nearby and promptly sidles over, all smiles and charm. “Good afternoon, miss. Lovely day, isn’t it?”
She nods, though she looks more bemused than anything. Star-struck, Gilderoy thinks. Naturally.
“This may seem like a silly thing to ask, but… where am I?”
The woman steps back to carefully look Gilderoy over. What she sees is this: ornate turquoise robes trimmed with gold-it really brings out his eyes, goodness-a matching fedora with a feather sticking out of it, and impressively shiny shoes.
She can’t decide whether he’s here for some kind of nerd convention, on his way to Vegas, crazy, or a pimp.
“Chicago,” she finally answers. Then, taking note of his oh-so charming accent, she adds, “In America.” But he must know he’s in America, right?
“America! Merlin, how did I ever wind up here?”
(Wrong.)
She peers at him again, then blinks. “I think I know what’s going on. Were you just somewhere else?”
“Yes. I’d Disapparated from London with Hogsmeade in mind. I have a meeting with my agent at The Three Broomsticks-I’m a professor at Hogwarts, you see, so I can only meet her on weekends, but I had to stop at my flat in London first to pick up the manuscript of my latest book, Flying with Faeries, from its safe-and I somehow wound up… here. Which is extremely curious, as I’ve never even heard of this place, so how could I possibly Apparate here?”
“It’s… complicated. There’s a visitor center not far from here. Why don’t I walk you over? They’ll explain everything.” She’s never had to deal with this before and she has nothing to do with the Wanderer or Supernatural community, but she’s a nice woman and she knows where the Kashtta is.
Gilderoy beams at her, blue eyes sparkling with delight. “You’re wonderful. Remind me to autograph something for you before we part ways.”
“Oh, are you a celebrity?”
“Am I-” He chuckles. “Let me tell you about my accomplishments…”
“Oh, dear,” he mutters to himself, squinting at the high, metallic buildings across the street with a frown. “It seems I’ve Apparated to… very much the wrong place.”
Unless Hogsmeade had a makeover and expanded exponentially overnight, which is highly unlikely.
While surveying the area, he realizes he’s attracted the attention of a woman nearby and promptly sidles over, all smiles and charm. “Good afternoon, miss. Lovely day, isn’t it?”
She nods, though she looks more bemused than anything. Star-struck, Gilderoy thinks. Naturally.
“This may seem like a silly thing to ask, but… where am I?”
The woman steps back to carefully look Gilderoy over. What she sees is this: ornate turquoise robes trimmed with gold-it really brings out his eyes, goodness-a matching fedora with a feather sticking out of it, and impressively shiny shoes.
She can’t decide whether he’s here for some kind of nerd convention, on his way to Vegas, crazy, or a pimp.
“Chicago,” she finally answers. Then, taking note of his oh-so charming accent, she adds, “In America.” But he must know he’s in America, right?
“America! Merlin, how did I ever wind up here?”
(Wrong.)
She peers at him again, then blinks. “I think I know what’s going on. Were you just somewhere else?”
“Yes. I’d Disapparated from London with Hogsmeade in mind. I have a meeting with my agent at The Three Broomsticks-I’m a professor at Hogwarts, you see, so I can only meet her on weekends, but I had to stop at my flat in London first to pick up the manuscript of my latest book, Flying with Faeries, from its safe-and I somehow wound up… here. Which is extremely curious, as I’ve never even heard of this place, so how could I possibly Apparate here?”
“It’s… complicated. There’s a visitor center not far from here. Why don’t I walk you over? They’ll explain everything.” She’s never had to deal with this before and she has nothing to do with the Wanderer or Supernatural community, but she’s a nice woman and she knows where the Kashtta is.
Gilderoy beams at her, blue eyes sparkling with delight. “You’re wonderful. Remind me to autograph something for you before we part ways.”
“Oh, are you a celebrity?”
“Am I-” He chuckles. “Let me tell you about my accomplishments…”