paradisa

[So, the festive season was finally here and Harry sort of wished he was back within his own world with Ron and his other friends. He did have some friends form his world, but it wasn't the same. They were stuck here just like him. He chewed on the end of his quill, as he wrote. Staring into space for a few moments, he began to write.]

Merry Christmas to everyone at the castle.

This is Harry Potter writing to ask if anyone would like to spend Christmas Day with me within the castle. I have a supply of Butterbeer and Firewhiskey, which the castle kindly supplied me with. I also have a stash of mince pies, which I found in the kitchen. So, if anyone wishes to spend the day having a laugh and a drink, you'll be welcome. Remus, Sirius, Professor, Hermione? That means you too.

[He wondered if Hermione will be angry at him for getting Firewhiskey.]

heirofficium

[ Sirius is... kinda sick of watching all the smooching, guys. Believe you me, it's a pretty astonishing thing. But you'd be done with it too, if you were constantly being reminded of who you should be kissing right now.

So he's mainly stayed in his room, with a cheery little nutcracker doll to accompany him, and wishing for food so he could avoid the kitchen and seeing Remus after the fight they had. Remus hasn't said a word to him since last month, since he woke up spouting gibberish about betrayal, but now he's calmed down enough that he's actually started thinking about stuff. Don't blame him if the voice coming over the journals sounds pretty gloomy and not at all in the holiday spirit. ]

Tell me, has anyone ever just... fallen asleep here? For weeks? And did they wake up really torn up over something?

If so, can... Can anyone tell me if that's a castle thing? [ He mumbles something sounding like 'or is that just a me thing', but it's not very clearly picked up by the journal. ]

[ He may just drag himself down to the bar, so others may find him there. ]

his_nemesis

[Christmas is always a good time to spend with friends and family, right? Well, for this boy wizard, he certainly enjoys Christmas. Hogwarts always held the best Christmas for him. Much better than the Dursley's by far. All he got was Dudley's old sock filled with nothing or worse. Nothing at all. Now, Harry was actually happy that he is spending Christmas here within the castle. He is away from the Death Eaters and the Horcruxes and can actually have some fun with his friends. Or, at least, that's the the plan.

He walks past a familiar arch to access the Library, when he feels rather odd. The feeling is slow at first but begins to make him feel dizzy with need. He feels like kissing someone. Cho? Ginny? He remembers kissing certain girls when there was mistletoe about. Looking up, Harry sighs. There is mistletoe above him right now. Is this some kind of castle magic? He looks around to see if there are any good-looking girls about. Why not? It isn't like he can help the urge he feels right now.]

Uh, does anyone else feel the same right now? I would just really....like to kiss someone right now.

lupinotuum

[ At one point in time, very long ago, Remus had been innocent. Just another face in the crowd ambling through life, still unaware yet hopeful of whatever life might throw at him along the way. He'd had dreams of attending Hogwarts, of working in the Ministry like his father and living in a quaint little cottage out in the countryside with a family of his own. It was simply too bad that he'd learned at the very tender age of three, that one simple, but terrifying instant could take all of those innocent dreams away. Remus had been forced to grow up too quickly and while he had accepted that fact, he had been unwilling to accept that his friends wouldn't remain unaffected. He'd hoped they'd come out of this war, safe ... alive.

Tears stain the pages of the journal, smudging the shaking lines of Remus' trademark cursive as he scrawls a note onto the page. He's trying to hold back his sobs in quiet little hitches of breath, a soft whimper in the back of his throat. Remus has always been the sensitive member of the marauders, but he hardly ever cries. After what he's just been through, the nightmare he's just woken up from, he's finding it rather difficult to keep his composure. ]

You know ... at one point I had hoped that the war back home would end quickly. That the rest of us would go about our lives and we'd be safe and we'd be together again. No more disappearances, no more deaths. But that's not how war works. You can hope and wish all you want, but things are never going to turn out the way you want it to. War will take everything from you, one way or another, and all you can do is try to survive.
Harry... Harry, I am so sorry. I am so, so very sorry that I could do nothing. I am so sorry ...

[ An audible sigh and a whimper can be heard over the journal as he covers his face with his hands, not at all caring if anybody finds him sitting against the wall in the lobby, head in his hands and looking a tad more worse for wear than he did a few weeks back. His hair has flecks of grey within his natural tawny brown, evidence of the heavy amounts of stress he'd been put under in the past year and a half he'd spent back home. ]

his_nemesis

[To everyone]

I've got a question to ask and it's really important. Has anyone seen a piece of parchment lying around anywhere? It's an important map of mine and I've lost it within the city somewhere. The town square I think. If anyone has seen the map or knows of what I speak of; please can you get in contact with me. I am currently searching within a large open area, which is close by to the main square. There are a lot of people carrying baskets of fruit and things. Please could you meet up with me if you find the parchment.

Thank you.

[The parchment would probably be useless within Florence, but Harry wanted it back none the less.]

[Filtered to Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore and Hermione Granger.]

Remus, Hermione, Professor Dumbledore? You know what I mean. It's the Marauder's Map and I can't find it anywhere. I really need to get it back, as you know how important it is to me. I can't believe I lost it. I think it fell out of my back pocket when I bumped into someone accidentally. It was somewhere near the town square where I dropped it. I think. I know powers do not work within this city, so I have to rely on word of mouth and myself. No Summoning charms.

[So, Harry wasn't exactly looking where he was going, when he stumbled into a Florence local. They were also carrying a basket of apples, which went everywhere.]

his_nemesis

[Harry is dressed in what looks to be like some sort of feathered costume with a griffin's head over his own head. He pulls off his griffin head piece to reveal an unkempt wizard underneath. His glasses askew, he motions towards the pages of his journal. He had aimed the night of Halloween, to go as Buckbeak, the Hippogriff. Why not? He was a wizard, so dressing as something magical suited him more than anything else.]

Excuse me, but has anyone seen a large bag of sweets anywhere? I left them at the top of the staircase near the castle entrance on Halloween night. This was after I trick or treated with some of the other castle residents. When I realised I had lost the bag, it wasn't there any more. The bag is made of cloth with a pumpkin over the front of it. I would really like it back, as I collected a variety of different sweets in the evening.

Oh. Also, thanks for the Cloak, Remus. I know now that it is safe in your possession and not lost any longer. [He pauses and finds himself smiling somewhat. He resists the urge to sneeze, as some of the feathers from his costume tickle his nose.]

That's about it, really. A bag of sweets in a bag belonging to Harry Potter. That's me, if nobody knew already.

lupinotuum

[ Tonight, Remus has done it. He's upheld a promise to a new and already very dear friend to take care of a very important family heirloom: James' invisibility cloak. The Castle had just granted his wish to take it from home so he could keep it safe in Harry's stead, as Harry's loss prevented him from being able to have it himself. It lay on his bed near his pillow, folded neatly and in pristine condition, as it always seemed to be.

Smiling a little to himself, Remus sits down on his bed and flips his journal open, writing in a quick filter to Harry in order to let him know. ]

[ Filtered to Harry Potter ]
I've got the cloak now, Harry. I'll be putting it aside in one of my drawers for now, but it's here and rest assured, it will be looked after properly.
Just thought you should know.

[ With that task finished, Remus makes to close his journal and set it aside, only to flinch when his thumb slides along the edge of a page, drawing blood. ]

Ow -- oh blast it, bloody paper cuts are a menace ...

[ He curses quietly, before he pauses, sucking on the cut on his thumb as he addresses the rest of paradisa. ]

By the way, does anyone know what might be the best thing to use to help scars heal faster?

heirofficium

No, you're not listening to me! These people know us, know you! Would you quit being a dumb git and telling yourself they don't trust you--

[ Oops. Someone was taken from their world in the middle of an argument. At least the yelling is familiar yelling, Paradisa. In the time it has taken to read this bracket he has continued yelling, as well, because truly he's the dumb git here if he hasn't realized he's standing in the lobby yet. ]

-- can't very well just sit by and watch our friends just disappear! You know what kinds of people the Death Eaters are looking for, Moony, you know they'll try to recruit you and I swear--

[ Toto, I don't think we're in London anymore. ~~At least it's less noisy.~~ ]

Is this...? [ He starts patting himself down, looking for that goddamned journal. ]

Remus? Remus! James!

snowpointvictor

[Zoey was shocked, surprised and most of all confused at her surroundings. The last thing she remembered was that she was in a Pokemon Center and then suddenly outside a castle. She wasn't exactly happy, but neither was she really angry. She gives a sigh as her Glameow looked for signs of trouble.]

If anyone can read this? My name is Zoey a Pokemon Coordinator, and I would like some information. Where am I? And how did I get here?

his_nemesis

[Harry looks down at his journal, which is now firmly on the ground by a large tree. He had spent a moment writing within it, as he was now flying on his favourite broomstick around the castle grounds. Clutched in his right hand is a tiny, golden ball with it's wings flapping away. He has never dreamt that playing Quidditch within a strange castle could be so rewarding. He feels more at ease, now that he has gotten used to the castle and how it works. Of course, he still hasn't figured out what magic is at work.

He performs a loop-de-loop, as he hopes people would read what he has to say in his journal. It reads something like this:]

If anyone is listening or reading, I am out in the castle grounds practicing catching the Snitch on my broom. I wonder if anyone within the castle also owns a broom and can ride one. If so, would anyone like to join me in the air just outside the castle gates. Remus? Anyone else? Being back on the broom helps me relax so....if anyone wishes to have some fun outside, meet me by the largest tree, just outside the castle gates.

-Harry.

PS. Look to the sky.

[He smiles to himself, as he remembers the words he has written. Would anyone come? Who knew? He hopes that Remus or possible Professor Dumbledore might catch on to what Harry is saying.]

aphoenixsong

[Albus is wandering about the library, summoning tomes to him with gentle flicks of his wrist. He catches them deftly and lays them on a table next to his journal.]

This library holds many interesting tomes. I should think I have learned more than my fair share about different worlds and I must admit that I feel humbled. My long experience seems to matter little in the face of so many stories.

[There is obvious regret in his voice.]

I wish I could be of more help. [He isn't used to being so...powerless.] I am a powerful Wizard who has seen his share of war and yet I am ill-equipped to protect those who are residing in this castle.

Yes, this experience has been humbling.

his_nemesis

Hermione? Remus? Professor Dumbledore? Anyone? I can't seem to find my Invisibility Cloak anywhere. I have my other things that came with me when the castle brought me here. Yet, I can't find it anywhere. [He has his wand, broomstick and most of what he had at Grimmuald Place, yet the Cloak had vanished. He was worried.]

If anyone sees it anywhere, please can you get it back to me? It's very valuable, as it once belonged to my late father. I just really hope this isn't anything to do with the "loss" that Hermione told me about, when I got here. [Harry felt almost naked without it. Vulnerable. He still had the Marauder's Map, which was something.]

Yeah, so...if you can find it, I'd be very grateful.

his_nemesis

Excuse me? My name is Harry Potter and I believe I am quite lost within this castle. I have just arrived and to be truthful, I have no idea how I came to be here. Ron? Hermione? If you can here this, I'm sitting at the top of a grand staircase within the castle. If by some chance, I Apparated here without meaning to, then I don't know what has happened. [He was now scratching furiously into the journal given to him. It was parchment and he was worried and rather lost. He wasn't going to ask questions as to how it came into his being. He felt like he was holding some kind of magic parchment. Not unlike the Marauder's Map.]

If anyone is seeing this or hearing this, I would appreciate some help. What is this castle and where am I? This isn't Hogwarts, I know that much. [He bit the top of his quill, sucking on it in thought. Why did these sort of things happen to him and no one else? The last thing he remembered was sitting and talking to Ron and Hermione within his godfather's home at Grimmauld Place.]

If anyone can help, I will be most grateful.

aphoenixsong

I am relieved that spells do not require a voice. Should I have any unexpected - or unwelcome - visitors, I will not treat them kindly.

[He has no reason to drag this out. It's a simple warning.]

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[Albus can be found enjoying the open air. He is dressed as brightly as usual and he seems at ease. Of course he is very good at masking his emotions, so he could be in a state of turmoil over current events. However he is not going to hide.

Waving one of his aged hands, he causes a flower to sprout from the ground. It's a rose, in fact. One that sparkles and spreads its blue - yes blue - petals. Almost immediately, a butterfly lands and takes some of the pollen. He smiles softly.]

scarredglasses

[Harry had left his journal open on the table and he didn't realise it was recording.] This place is great but it's not home even if it is a castle. I'm twelve today. I wish I was back at Hogwarts.

I wonder if anyone else knows more about James than just Hermione.

scarredglasses

[Harry found himself in the lobby of what seemed like a large castle but he was sure he'd been on the train home just moments ago. And it certainly didn't look like Hogwarts. Not far away, there was a journal lying on the ground so he picked it up and opened it to have a look.]

Interesting...

[He murmured and the word appeared in the book.]

Hello? Is someone there?

[The words appeared again. He wondered if someone was reading this and decided he'd seem much stranger things recently and asked a few other questions.]

My name is Harry Potter. Does anyone know where am I? Or know Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger?

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[13] please come home for christmas (dictated + action)

[Dictated/action]- Harry isn't unfamilar with mistletoe

☽ 018 [ Waxing Crescent ] - - To win some, you lose some.

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dictated/action- After Halloween

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[ 12 ] he's baaaaaaaaaaack (aka action/a little bit dictated to no one)

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[Dictated/action] Outside in the castle grounds

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[written/action]- I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

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