[01. A New Arrival] With a rather inelegant wuff of air, Harry found himself dropped on the sidewalk. Cautiously, he stood up and checked himself over for injuries while trying to get a feel for where on earth he'd ended up. Last he knew, he'd been in Cornwall, running as fast as he could through a series of increasingly twisty streets while trying to catch up with a duo of magical smugglers.
Still flushed from exertion, he withdrew a large, brassy coin from his pocket and tapped on the image of a portcullis. Nothing happened. No warmth, no vibration. Either his whole team was dead (unlikely), or in his headlong pursuit, he'd run through a magical tripwire and been flung into some other city.
Right then. This is a mess. A proper mess. After taking a breath to steady himself, Harry made an effort to focus on the details around him. What languages were spoken? What clothing were people wearing? If it was magic gone awry, he could be anywhere or anywhen. Small mercies that he wasn't splinched.
[03. Party Hard] Harry could be outfitted in the season's latest and best (and he's certainly he's not), and he'd still feel utterly out of place. In the years since the war, he's learned a little of how to enjoy himself at a party, but he's quite sure that it's never going to be anything he's skilled at. That said, he has mastered the art of standing off to the side, listening to others, and making a dent in the host's supply of canapes. What? He's got priorities.
"You know, I never would've thought of that" is the line Luna had coached him to say with sincerity and he's found that it works just as well he as it did among British wizards.
Harry Potter | The Boy Who Had Books Named After Him
With a rather inelegant wuff of air, Harry found himself dropped on the sidewalk. Cautiously, he stood up and checked himself over for injuries while trying to get a feel for where on earth he'd ended up. Last he knew, he'd been in Cornwall, running as fast as he could through a series of increasingly twisty streets while trying to catch up with a duo of magical smugglers.
Still flushed from exertion, he withdrew a large, brassy coin from his pocket and tapped on the image of a portcullis. Nothing happened. No warmth, no vibration. Either his whole team was dead (unlikely), or in his headlong pursuit, he'd run through a magical tripwire and been flung into some other city.
Right then. This is a mess. A proper mess. After taking a breath to steady himself, Harry made an effort to focus on the details around him. What languages were spoken? What clothing were people wearing? If it was magic gone awry, he could be anywhere or anywhen. Small mercies that he wasn't splinched.
[03. Party Hard]
Harry could be outfitted in the season's latest and best (and he's certainly he's not), and he'd still feel utterly out of place. In the years since the war, he's learned a little of how to enjoy himself at a party, but he's quite sure that it's never going to be anything he's skilled at. That said, he has mastered the art of standing off to the side, listening to others, and making a dent in the host's supply of canapes. What? He's got priorities.
"You know, I never would've thought of that" is the line Luna had coached him to say with sincerity and he's found that it works just as well he as it did among British wizards.