TEST DRIVE MEME ⚔️️ I

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The shores themselves are littered with new arrivals complaining their way up a staircase carved into the walls of the White Cliffs. There is no railing, so be careful, but if you do fall, be prepared for a mysterious sand hand to reach out of the side of the cliffs to catch you. The hand will pat you atop the head twice before retreating back into the wall. This is the Cliff Beast; despite the name, he is quite friendly. B ⦿ The Caravan to Camelot Once everyone is wrangled up to the top of the White Cliffs, the handsome owner of the Rent-a-Ride, Archimedes, will distribute smart phones and a pair of earbuds to everyone before getting them settled in groups into modernized carriages pulled by horses and give them a basic explanation of why and how they've been brought to Avalon: The universe is frozen in time and your character has been brought here by a familiar that was able to bond with them. They'll have to learn magic to help save their own world from destruction, but first they've got to get them to Camelot. It is here that you have the first opportunity to decide who they will be in their new home. You'll have about an hour to wander around here, meet and greet, and pet the horses before it's time to go. These carriages use fae technology that combats weight, so your character will be able to get in regardless of whether they're light as a feather or weigh two tons. The carts have air conditioning when it's hot, heating when it's cold, and a mystical shield to protect from bugs. There is also a mini-bar that pops out of the console with nip bottles. Characters can use their smartphones to connect to Camelot's internet service, avalononline (AOL), to chat with other characters, watch dumb videos, learn about the world, contact Camelot Support (they'll answer any questions they can for you, from how to use a smart phone to where to find quests and resources to learn more about your magic). Be careful if you decide to use your phones while in the caravan-- if you don't use those earbuds and start forcing everyone to listen to your nonsense, Archimedes may make you walk. C ⦿ The Red Spring The journey from the White Cliffs to the City of Camelot is a long one, and the first evening you arrive you'll end up spending at the Red Spring, a booming resort town. Because of the volume of new arrivals and vacationers, inn rooms are assigned two-to-a-room. The rooms have two twin beds, a bathroom, a mini-fridge and microwave, and a TV equipped with a couple of entertaining video games and a few free movies. If you don't want to relax in the room, try taking a dip in the spring for another chance to meet your fellow travelers. The waters have restorative properties that help horses and travelers recover quickly when drunk. It is known to relieve stress, improve energy levels, and mildly accelerate healing. The springs are also home to a large training grounds just outside town limits, where there are teachers who will teach basic magic safety and help you discover what kind of magic you have together with other new arrivals. Try target practice, obstacle courses, meditation circles, and other ways to try to figure out just what you can do.. if you didn't already have an accidental discovery on the ride there. A ⦿ Get Fresh Upon arrival in Camelot travelers are ushered to a large set of wash rooms where they can clean up and make themselves presentable for the Welcome Feast. They are informed that once the feast concludes there will be an announcement on where they can seek lodging and how to begin their magic studies. B ⦿ Be Merry After they freshen up, travelers are led into the main dining hall. The decorations range from simplistic to a little more grandiose, it is likely everyone will find something familiar. A modern mash up with a medieval flair. The jester makes his rounds, perhaps he has a joke or two to tell, go ahead, give him a listen or perhaps volunteer to participate in one of the jester's shows, like knife-throwing or hypnotism. Within the crowd of staff there are mummers, a juggler, here and there dabbled through small troupes perform mini skits, perhaps they’ll perform a well known verse from a traveler’s world or tell a tale of fancy from this realm. C ⦿ Eat Well A banquet is prepared with food that while all “rustic” in appearance are usually a version of modern dishes ranging from basic roast chicken and veggies to Korean-Mexican fusion and French patisserie. The drinks are much the same; while served in old fashioned goblets, they are drinks modern travelers will be familiar with. Have a seat, meet a new neighbor, find a roommate, maybe a new or old friend? Talk to the person to your left, your right, across from you. Mingle, enjoy the food, the music, it shouldn’t be long before the information promised is provided. Till then take your fill and get to know your fellow travelers. You've been here a few days now and have gotten a chance to settle in, find a place to stay, and Camelot's citizens have decided that you've been here long enough to start living your life again. Well, your new life. A group of citizens have decided to give everyone their first quest. "Hear ye, hear ye!" a man in chain mail with a tablet with his statement typed up on it declares to a crowd from atop a pedestal. There are two other citizens around him with phones to post the video to AOL later to make sure the word gets heard ye all around. "Those with magic, we beseech thee! Findeth us a grail most holy hidden in the depths of the Brocéliande! This holy grail is known to grant thine wishes three, a most noble quest for noble souls! Great reward will come to those who find it and proclaim at least one of their wishes to find the great Excalibur for King Arthur!" This is the first you've heard about King Arthur, and it seems curious that he hasn't yet shown his face around town. It also seems strange that this guy is speaking like he's stepped out of a bad period piece, and probably should be the clue that this is more or less an attempt to haze some of the newcomers by sending them into the forest... but no one is telling newcomers this. It's better to get them out there and start praciticing, after all. A ⦿ Lost, and Lost, and Lost Again The Brocéliande is well-known around Camelot for being a forest that's both bountiful and mysterious. Oddities are known to happen that may never happen again to the point that even if something weird happens and you can't prove it, most citizens will assume you're telling the truth. Which is what makes it peculiar when you keep passing the exact same locations over and over again, as if you've been traveling in circles or reaching the end of the map in a video game and coming out the other end. You're stuck in a space loop. The only way out is to successfully find the one difference in each loop five times in a row and collect it. Maybe it's a strange frog, a crystal that wasn't there before, a small wooden step that doesn't lead anywhere, or some other singular item, you've got to find what stands out... pick the wrong item, and you'll have to start your five count over again, and again, and again... B ⦿ Grail, and Grail, and Grail Again!? If you either missed the space loop or managed to get out of it, eventually you'll come to find one of... quite a few copies of a grail with holes in the side placed throughout the forest. They look like they might be good for draining noodles, but that's about it. Though they're spread out, it's entirely possible you'll find more than one, but each of them are placed in situations where it's impossible to get to by normal means. You'll have to use magic! It may be hidden in a bird's nest at the top of the tallest tree, inside of a hole in a rock with bars that prevent you from reaching in (perhaps an animal friend could reach it), inside a boiling pond, or inside the body of a bear fir... there are a load of possibilities, and now's a chance for you to try out your brand new magics! Use one of those samples, find something from the bestiary, or come up with your own adventure to get your hands on that less-than-holy grail. C ⦿ A Quest Completeish Or it would be, if you could ever find the guy who announced it... The AOL posts have since been deleted. You may end up spending a lot of time trying to find the guy. At this point, citizens will start telling you that you shouldn't take quests unless they're on the quest board or else you're going to get scammed... that's definitely an olden times themed noodle strainer. If that doesn't make you give up, or perhaps motivates you to find the guy to kick his ass, you'll have to head out to the farmland and chase them through a cornfield. (Be careful not to get lost, it's a maize in there.) If one of the boys are caught, they'll explain they were just testing you-- and hey, you got a free addition to your kitchen! If pressed, they'll apologize and give you a bit of money for your trouble. It's not much, but it'll get you at least a meal.

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― draco malfoy ( harry potter series )

[hawthrone]

I. Soaking in Your Arrival

[ Well, isn't this just perfect. Not only is he soaking wet, in the some unknown place with his clothes practically ruined, but he is also stuck with the creature that he absolutely despises. Draco glares at the Hippogriff, one so very similar to the one that nearly maimed him when he was younger. As if wanting to make him even angrier, the creature has the bloody audacity to shake away the water that clung to it's feathers directly onto Draco. He should take deep breaths. He should be a lot calmer and try to analyze the situation objectively.

But he doesn't. Because he is absolutely fed up. ]

Do you mind?! You stupid bird...

[ He reaches into his pocket to pull out his wand, a newer one since he never did get his older one back, and does some quick wand movements for a drying charm. But nothing happens. He's still wet, unfortunately. Draco looks at his wand as if it just betrayed him, tapping it against the palm of his hand as if it were a remote. But nothing changes.

Great, just great.

The hippogriff, in an attempt to cheer Draco up, pulls on the fabric of his sleeves. Draco jerks his arm away and the sound of a ripping fabric nearly makes him want to vomit. ]

Now look at what you've done! This was silk, birdbrain!

[ And that is how Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy family, found himself arguing with an oversized bird instead of trying to immediately leave like everyone else. ]

II. Eat Well

[ Finally dry and cleaned, Draco is happy and all too ready to enjoy a nice meal after a long day. His hippogriff "familiar" had finally left which let Draco take a deep breath and really think about his situation. His wand didn't work and he was no better than a squib at the moment. Besides the blatant humiliation that came with that fact, there was also the worrying issue that he wouldn't be able to use magic. If someone were to attack him from behind then he would be utterly defenseless. It's not like he was the strongest of individuals. He relied on magic, like any other pureblood wizard, and not on physical strength like an Auror or something similar.

It seemed that he would have to rely on his Slytherin traits to carry him through this dark time. It wouldn't have been the first time that he had to. Maybe if he kept a sneer on his face it would keep him from being mugged or attacked. Being intimidating was all he really had left.

With that idea in mind, Draco carefully inspected the food. The French cuisine is something that catches his attention. Quiche, steak tartare, duck confit... all good choices. He didn't know what to choose to eat first. At least this place had good tastes. He inspects the drinks. And by drinks, he means mostly the alcohol. ]

What, no Firewhiskey? Hell, I'd take even a butterbeer at this point...

[ He nods his head towards the person next to him. May as well attempt to be cordial while he's stuck here. ]

What do you recommend?

III. Lost, Lost and Lost Again

[ The first time, Draco thinks that maybe he simply took a wrong turn. The second time, Draco is suspicious but tried again. But the third time, Draco realizes just what is going on.

He's trapped. ]

Merlin, you've got to be kidding me...

[ He swore under his breath, going on complete instincts when he whips out his wand to hold out in front of him. He looks around suspiciously as he tries to find just what the source of this spell is. He's a wizard and he had access to the Manor's library to learn plenty of unique spells not taught at Hogwarts. But this was something new entirely. He doesn't think he's ever seen anything like this kind of magic. Draco takes a deep breath and scratches at his left forearm as a slight panic sets in. He doesn't know what to do our just how to get out of this.

What is he supposed to do when he wants to run away but is simply not allowed to?

He takes a deep breath and decides to call for help. Maybe someone else is just as lost as he is. ]

Hello? Is there anyone else out there?!

IV. WILDCARD

[ Hit me with anything! ]

[rhiaofdruma]

I.

Someone had found a tree close enough to the waters edge that she could watch other people arrive. It disturbed her that she couldn't speak to the tree, but there was a still a comfort being in its branches. She frowned watching the blond boy with his magnificent companion. One of them impressed her. The other reminded her too much of her brother when he first came to the Druma.

The girl herself was almost invisible in the tree. Not because of magic, though. Her skin was the same brown as the bark, her hair just a shade darker, and decorated with green leafy vines. Her eyes were the same bright spring leaf green as was the clothing she wore made if tightly woven vines and leaves. Her wings might have been more visible, but they were resting on a leafy branch behind her and between the foliage and her hair, they were mostly obscured. She frowned slightly.

"That is hardly the way to talk to someone if you want their help," she said to him from her perch in the tree, green eyes narrowed. "If you do not wish to be friends with him, I happily shall."

[hawthrone]

Draco paused, looking around in a bit of a panic at hearing a voice that he didn't recognize. He glanced a the idiot bird, an eyebrow raised as if asking if it was the thing that spoke. But then the bird motioned towards the trees. Specifically to the mysterious woman in said trees. Well, that certainly explained some things. Draco placed a hand on his hip, his classic Malfoy sneer on his face. "Please, go ahead. Take him off my hands. This bird has caused me nothing but trouble."

The hippogriff raises his claw at Draco, the blonde jerking back immediately on instinct. Bloody hell. Was he really stuck with this thing? Just why was his luck so awful that he had to be stuck with the creature that nearly killed him when he was a child. ...Okay, well, maybe it didn't really nearly kill him. It was just a scratch. But the embarrassment from that situation still sticks with him thanks to it. He huffs. "And just who are you anyways? The bloody chicken whisperer? Are you the reason I'm stuck here?"

[rhiaofdruma]

Rhia launched herself out of the tree, carefully managing to not snap so much as a twig. She curled into a ball as she dropped and then landed neatly on her feet beside him. She would have landed on him - had been tempted to do so - but she didn't want to risk hitting the poor animal with her wings.

"You remind me of a tart berry, all the sweetness leeched out. Yech," she told Draco before offering her hands to the hippogriff. "Hello," she told it warmly. "I am Rhianon from the Druma woods. On Fincarya. And who are you?"

She spoke gently as if to not spook the creature, but also as if she expected a response, head tilting as she studied him.

[hawthrone]

Well, she's not exactly wrong. The only word he recognizes out of her mouth is the word tart. It reminds of treacle tart and how much he'd appreciate eating that right now instead of being stuck with a bird and an odd woman who tells him he had all his sweetness sucked out. Draco Malfoy was never really sweet, though. Except for his mother and, sometimes, his closest friends.

"Well, you remind me of Acromantula. Wild and appreciates lurking in dark places." He huffed. Not exactly the best comeback but he's a new, reformed boy fresh from the war. He didn't have it in him to come up with his school yard insults anymore. He watched as the hippogriff tilted his head down towards her, allowing her to touch his head. Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Just like Care of Magical Creatures all over again.

"Traitor..."

[rhiaofdruma]

"Acromantula?" she asked, still focused on the creature. "Sounds like someone I would like to meet then." she touched the feathery head gently. "You're like the canyon eagles back home, a rare and wondrous sight," she told the Griff pleasantly.

Re: ― draco malfoy ( harry potter series )

[donovan_deegan]

II.

"Generally? Puns and a bright pink shirt," the older man said with a grin and a wink. He was... yep, he was wearing pink. There was nothing subtle about the cut or colour of his bright pink jacket. He had a plate of food himself, though mostly simpler foods. A lot of fruit and other things that were easily identifiable at a glance. He had a thin sword at his waist, and an easy smile on his face. He was old enough to be Draco's father. Or possibly grandfather. But there was nothing else that he might have ever had in common with either man, it would seem.

"But that's just food for thought. While we're here though, I plan to drink it all in so I can tell everyone back home about this place."

[hawthrone]

Oh Merlin, who was this man? Dumbledore's eccentric uncle? Draco does his best to force a smile and pretend he finds the man's puns funny. Just like how he used to do for Greg when his friend got a little too into singing Hoggy Warty Hogwarts at the beginning of each school term. But thinking about Hogwarts now makes him want to be sick so he just grabs a random goblet and takes a drink. Hopefully, there's enough alcohol in the thing to help him forget.

"Right, I'm guessing you've been pulled into this place as well. How unfortunate for all of us," Draco mumbled the last bit under his breath. Just how did he go from disgraced Malfoy to hanging out with old men in an odd place? His luck couldn't possibly be getting any worse. "And just where are you from, sir? Some place overseas?"

[donovan_deegan]

"Well it seas to me like we all were, given the splash we made upon arrival. I'm from Callian, myself." Which was not always a safe thing to mention these days, given the King's hard work to alienate all the other kingdoms, given the reputation of the Knights for being corrupted racist bullies.

But he was a little like his middle son in that he did feel everyone could learn to be better with effort and help, and his youngest boy was just like him in wanting to be optimistic and wanting to change people's views by being a better example. Apologizing for being Callianian would be like saying that all Callianians are as bad as the Knights and the King. Instead he would be the proof that they were not.

[hawthrone]

He has never heard of Callian in his entire life. Then again, Draco hasn't really gone anywhere except Wizarding World England and Wizarding World France. It wouldn't have been hard to go to the muggle versions of his world. He was actually planning on getting around to eventually after the war. But he never got around to it. But even he knows that's mostly an excuse. He didn't want to be caught unawares in the muggle world with whatever weird contraptions they come up with.

"I'm from England." He says simply. Does the Statue of Secrecy still apply here anymore? It's not like his magic works and plenty of people have seen his hippogriff but the Ministry hasn't come yet to arrest him. Who knew all he needed to escape the Ministry was to get thrown into an ocean and get stuck with a hippogriff as a companion. He almost wishes the rest of his family were here. They'd at least appreciate the place being free from the reign of Saint Potter and the Light Wizards. Along with the Daily Prophet.

It wouldn't hurt to test the waters. "Wizarding England. It's like normal England but full of magic," He then paused. "Do you even know what an England is?"

[donovan_deegan]

"Not at all," he replied with a friendly enough grin. "But if it helps I do know what wizarding is, and from the way you say it, suspecting you didn't expect me to. My wife was the one to rebuild the circle of the archmagi after the war, after all, and she was Headmaster before she retired. She's taught a great many magic users over the years. Now as for this England, sounds like some place we'd love to see some day. We've seen islands, and green lands and brown lands and some smooth landings, but never an England."

Re: ― draco malfoy ( harry potter series )

[souls_of_roles]

Arrvial

There were some colours that were almost a curse in and of themselves. Because there were somethings that once seen could not be unseen, they seemed to burn themselves into your eyes. The work overalls the girl was wearing was in one of those colours. The level of pink was actually painful to look at directly. The white shirt she wore under the partially open top only seemed to make the pink pop all the more.

She had been trying to wring out her sleeves when she saw the familiar. Her eyes went huge and wide and... seemed to almost sparkle. "FAIRY!" she said with the pure and utter joy of a small coddled child. Until that moment she had looked sixteen or seventeen. Her joy made her seem younger.

But for someone used to playing the bully, she seemed a perfect target. Her hair was too short to really suit her in a "pretty" way. Her work clothes were painfully bright with a patch on the chest and again on the back that actually said - wait for it - LOVE ME on it in pretty much the most embarrassing ways possible. And physically she was plain. No make up. Not pretty. Not ugly. Just... plain. And then of course was the childish way she was obviously delighted at the magical creature while ignoring him utterly.

[hawthrone]

Fairy? Draco's head whipped around to look at the offending creature that decided to yell suddenly. She couldn't have been any older than he was. Hell, from the way she was fawning over the hippogriff, she was probably younger. Draco really didn't understand the love and affection that other people would feel for this idiot bird. But he also had to deal with the fact that he wasn't surrounded by people he knew anymore. Or in the wizarding world in general. Just where was this hellish place?

And who was this hellish looking girl?

Draco snatched the fabric that once was attacked to his clothes from the hippogriffs mouth. Maybe when he gets access to magic again, he can do a quick repairing spell on it to salvage the outfit. It was a particular favorite of his and he didn't want to lose it thanks to unforsee circumstances. "Are you blind? It's not a fairy, it's a hippogriff." He shot an offending glare to said hippogriff who was also ignoring him entirely. It seemed he was enjoying the affection he was recieving from the girl. "Do you mind? Shouldn't you be worried about more pressing matters at the moment?"

[souls_of_roles]

"Hippogriff," she repeated, saying the name with awe and wonder. She turned to him, eyes all anime shojo sparkling. "He's a magical creature isn't he? This is the fairy world, isn't it?" she asked, excited.

[hawthrone]

At least she knows what a magical creature is. She gives off serious Gryffindor energy and he is doing everything in his power not to just walk away from the conversation. Him and Gryffindors have never and will never mix well. But he has to remember that he isn't in Hogwarts anymore and, as a Malfoy, making connections is important.

"I don't know what world this place is but this creature comes from my world," He explained. "And just where exactly do you come from? Are you some from fairy world?"

[souls_of_roles]

If she was sorted, she'd probably wind up in Hufflepuff, actually. Which would be obvious if he had seen her with Kaene. The girl was straight up desperate for friends and even disgusted herself with how loyal she could be sometimes. Especially to blond pretty boy jerks who did NOT deserve it. But thankfully she had no reason to think about him at the moment, so she was able to stay in a good mood.

"Oh wow, so there are more worlds than just mine and the fairy world?" she asked, clapping her hands with delight. Then she blinked. "I'm so sorry!" she said quickly. She stepped back and gave him a very formal and perfect Japanese bow. Exactly the sort of bow a proprietor might give to a customer. She straightened, winced. "Sorry," she said again, and retried the bow again, this time it was still perfect and formal, but it was a more archaic form, like from an equal to another equal where that equality had everything to do with the ability to kill each other.

"Sorry, old habits, I need to learn to practice the proper bow, but it is hard without Momiji's soul in me. She's not fully there yet." She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "I'm Kyoko Mogami, a Talento from LME."

No it isn't just you, Draco, she actually makes that little sense.

Soaked On Arrival (Ah Shit, Here We Go Again!)

[phoenixwiz]

(It’s no Buckbeak, but Harry knows a Hippogriff when he sees one. Seeing Malfoy arguing with one has him being both concerned and confused, remembering the time when Hagrid tried to teach them about magical creatures in their third year and him succeeding in befriending Buckbeak whereas Malfoy didn’t.

At least, there is someone from his world he can recognize, even if it’s someone whom he used to have bad blood with. He quietly walks in to check on the two of them while his pink Pygmy Puff friend rides on his right shoulder.)

Erm... You need some help over here?

[hawthrone]

[ He's in the middle of a particularly scathing remark towards the bird when hears someone interrupt. ]

Stay out of this, Potter!

[ Draco turns back to the bird, but then pauses when he realizes the last name he said. With a surprised expression, he turns back to Potter with a shocked expression. ]

Potter?!

[ What in the fresh hell was Potter doing here? And just what was that horrifying creature that was on his shoulder? Hm. Maybe it would be better if he didn't know. He really didn't care, either. Not only was he trapped here with no magic but the thorn in his side that he has known since he was eleven was also here. The child in him wanted to hex Potter because, truly, this had to be Potter's fault somehow. When is it not Potter's fault? But he's eighteen now. And he didn't have his backup with him anymore.

He was alone. Well, alone with a hippogriff at least. ]

I need help getting back home but I doubt that you'll be able to do that. [ He needed information. He cocks an eyebrow at Potter. ] Does your wand still work? For some reason, mine's does not.

[phoenixwiz]

(Oh geez, Malfoy, just calm the hell down. Harry can’t help but to stare at the two fighting while everyone else is either drying up or trying to climb up the stairs to the cliffs. At the very least, he could’ve reminded the two of them that they’ll be left behind if they keep fighting like cats and dogs.

What’s more: this Malfoy seems to look way younger than when he last saw the guy. At least right now, he no longer holds a huge grudge against the Slytherin since the men’s wash room incident in their Sixth Year, just concern and worry.)

Sorry about that. Can’t be sure if our wands work in here. I am not even sure if we can go back home right now.

(Granted, he hasn’t checked if the Elder Wand (or even his just recently repaired wand) is functional here (Assuming that Harry comes in from the end of Deathly Hallows sans 19 years later.). Still, he does have an idea.)

Want to try to make something float with yours first?

[hawthrone]

[ So, this somehow isn't Potter's fault after all. A part of him was really hoping it was. It would at least make throwing the blame easier for him. Having someone to direct his anger at usually helped when he was stressed, especially if that someone happened to be the boy he hates. Used to hate? He's still confused on his standing with Potter. The Dark Lord is gone, the Malfoys are disgraced, and Hogwarts doesn't have time to house some of it's old students after the war. Especially if they were Death Eaters. He doesn't have any reason to have it out for Potter anymore but he still doesn't exactly like him. Even the thought of them shaking hands and acting like they're pals makes his head spin. ]

Watch.

[ Draco looks over at the hippogriff before snatching away the fabric that was still in his beak. He drops the fabric onto the ground and pulls out his new wand, made of willow wood and the classic unicorn hair core. He casts a quick Wingardium Leviosa on the piece of fabric. Or, well, at least he would have liked to. Here he is, soaking wet and pointing a stick at a piece of fabric on the ground that isn't even moving. Great, now he probably looks like an idiot. His grip on his wand tightens slightly. ]

See? Nothing. Even a first year could run circles around me at this point.

[ He scoffs. ]

Merlin, I've really become a squib. Maybe I come like Filch and get a cat. [ He glances at the hippogriff who ruffles his wings, almost offended that Draco would dare choose anyone else as an accomplice. ] Oh, don't you start that.

[ He pauses, catching himself. ]

And I am now talking to a hippogriff. How the mighty have fallen.

[phoenixwiz]

(Well, that was a total failure of an experiment. Maybe this world has traded their powers in for whatever they were about to get in here. So Harry does the same with the Elder Wand on rocks, and it failed to move them at all. The Levitation Charm has failed him here.)

Oh bugger, I can’t make this one move the rocks as well. Maybe this world just, I don’t know if this is the right word, screwed our powers up the moment we got here.

(If Malfoy had wanted a cat like Mrs. Norris instead of a Hippogriff, he could try to find the nearest pet store, if there is one in this world. But Harry digresses and sighs in dismay.)

I hate to admit it, but maybe that hippogriff is trying to help you out or something. Not that I am fluent in hippogriff, but the look in his face is quite telling. (It’s all in the animal body and face language that he was able to deduce from this not!Buckbeak’s interactions with Malfoy.)

III

[bakudan_bambino]

[Gokudera hasn't realized that he's lost, hasn't been super observant. There doesn't seem to be anyone around, so he doesn't feel threatened. The only ominous thing he's noticed is the nearest body of water keeps bubbling and swelling when he gets close.

He swears he saw something like a crocodile, but much bigger. The neck was too long. Gokudera wants to inspect what kind of monster is drawing his attention so when he hears a distant voice call out.

He's been looking for his boss, but hadn't found him. Maybe if he finds this person calling out, he'll find him quicker? Gokudera stares out at the water a few seconds longer before heading into the forest.]

Hello?

[Gokudera steps onto the path Draco has been walking, looks him up and down, and lifts an eyebrow.] Are you lost? [Congratulations, Gokudera. Now you're both lost!]

[hawthrone]

[ Oh thank Merlin, Draco thought. I'm saved.

He doesn't know who this guy is nor does Draco really care. Someone else was here with him and he could get out of here alive. At least he hoped so. But all he had to do was follow this guy out from whichever way he came. ]

Yes. Lost and horribly trapped.

[ He walks closer, relieved. ]

There's some kind of spell on this place. It won't let me leave. Which way did you come from? I can simply follow your lead.

[ Maybe the inhabitants of this place weren't all bad after all. ]

[bakudan_bambino]

Okay...

[Gokudera doesn't know if he believes anything about spells. Maybe this guy is just lost because he's never been in these woods before.]

Actively? Is anything changing? [Maybe the trees all sort of look the same.]

I came from the lake. Here, just follow me and we can follow the bank.

[And he turns and... the trees look the same as the ones that he was just facing, that were right behind Draco.]

Huh... [He scratches at his head.] That doesn't look right.

[hawthrone]

[ His hopes of getting out of the endless forest were quickly crushed when the other person seemed just as confused as he was. Draco dragged his hands over his face, feeling as if a dementor suddenly sucked his soul right out of his body. Actually, that'd probably be a much preferable fate than this. It's times like these that he wished that he managed to go to Azkaban. At least he wouldn't be here right now. ]

Please don't tell me that you're not trapped here as well...

[ But he already knew the answer to that. Draco turned around on his heel and faced away from the other stranger, silently calculating his chances of survival. He could probably survive. Probably. But who knows what's lurking in the dark in a place like this? ]

Okay, we can fix this. Maybe I just needed to make sure I walked through with someone else. Two heads are better than one, as they say.