What the bloody--
[There's a hazel eye pushed up close to the screen, behind the sheen of what is presumably a pair of glasses. James; or James' eye, rather; seems to be searching for something for a moment before he backs up.]
Right then, this just isn't on.
[Grumbled, referring to the situation, as opposed to the Dreamberry. Clearly out-of-
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[ He is also somewhat familiar with that kind of reaction. Looks like you're new here... ]
Hello there! You're in Somarium. It's a dream world.
[ Pause; he really can't help himself: ] Excuse me, but... Are you by chance from Draco's world?
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He's quite use to suits of armor talking, mind; just in paintings, not on screens.]
A dream what-? How's that--
[And distracted by the second question, he lifts a brow and asks,]
What's a Draco, then?
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[ Oh Draco... you and your lies exaggerations >_> ]
[ Oh, but where are his manners? ]
I'm Alphonse, by the way. This is Somarium. It might take a while to explain. Don't worry, I didn't really believe it at first myself.
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[He hasn't heard of any 'Draco' Malfoy, but he knows the surname, that's for bloody sure.]
A great Quidditch player-? A Malfoy? That's all hot air, then. I've never seen a Malfoy step onto a broom without falling off in a heap.
--Right, then. Somarium. Dream World. Got it. Where's the exit?
[And, as an afterthought,]
James Potter. Just James is fine.
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Are you a muggle, then?
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Nothing, then. May want to just forget I said a thing.
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[Oh, this teasing voice should be very familiar to you, Mr. Potter. Remus, having been fortunate enough to have previous knowledge of telephones (though obviously not of the cellar variety), has already mostly figured out just how to work these incredibly odd devices.
However, as happy as he is to hear from one of his closest friends, the boy's playful expression is quick to drop. After all, he had expected James and Sirius to have been behind this little prank. But now with the knowledge that they aren't?
That makes their situation all the more troubling.]
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A man can't even talk to himself in peace without you butting in, ey, Moons? Ears in the back of your head, I swear. You'll make some little country a fine dictator someday.[But there's that friendly shine to his voice, and he's well relieved to hear from a sane individual hereabouts. Not in this alone, then! So long as there's the both of them, this will all be figured out in a jiff.]
Right, right. We'll be having to amend the Sorting Hat's song then, once we're back. Working on that as we speak.
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Despite the general unpleasantness of this situation, he grins.]
One of your infamous little plans then, Prongs? What have you come up with so far?
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Er.
[This is a little embarrassing, mate. He doesn't have much to work with, after all.]
Well, that's Top Secret. If I told you, you'd only scold me further.I couldn't bear that, Moony.
[His grin is sheepish. He's obviously got nothing.]
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Welcome to Somarium sir!
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[He corrects, with a half-mouthed grin.]
And thanks, I think.
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Oh but um... first. Could you please tell me something? You see I didn't think Harry had any brothers because he certainly didn't mention any but you look so much like him! Except the eyes.
Would your last name happen to be "Potter?"
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