James Sirius Potter (curseseeker) wrote in abaeterno_rpg, @ 2022-04-11 20:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, c: draco malfoy, c: james s. potter, l: pleasantville |
RP: Jamie and OPEN
Who: James Sirius Potter and OPEN
When: 11 April, late afternoon
Where: Tick-Tock
What: Jamie mulls over this turn of events
As a cursebreaker, Jamie was not unfamiliar with strange magic. He wasn't even surprised by hidden portkeys or sudden apparation. But, prying open a burial mound in Moldova only to step onto a bus that looked like something out of the muggle films his cousins watched was surprising even for him.
There had been a brief explanation of where...when?...they were, some clothes and funds provided, along with directions and then he was being sent off again.
Rogers and Barnes had been helpful enough in explaining a bit more of what was going on and why they were there. It made Jamie's head spin a bit, but the conversation when he'd first arrived had helped. (If there was anything that could help.) Of course, even in a different country, during a different decade, in and alternate reality, his name still could not go unnoticed. And, of course, he wasn't the first Potter to have arrived. (How had they managed to have two versions of his father already?) His father, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black, all from different points in time, possibly different worlds all together.
This afternoon, Jamie had had to get out.
He'd walked around the town a little bit, clocking how the people were dressed. He was going to have to update what he'd been given. It was serviceable enough, but he needed to cement a story and the wardrobe to match it soon. At least he knew something about muggles. Another one of his dad's 'just in case' lessons. They'd visited Cousin Dudley and his family often enough that all three of the kids had at least a passing familiarity with the muggle world. Too bad that world was a few decades more advanced than this one.
Finding himself outside the local diner, he pushed open the door and headed inside. He had plenty of money from the conductor, a dinner out wouldn't bankrupt him. And, he wouldn't have to rely on Barnes and Rogers for charity one meal, at least. The bar didn't seem too crowded. So, he grabbed a spot and smiled the famous 'Golden Boy smile' at the waitress who handed him a menu and took his drink order. If nothing else, he supposed he could people watch a bit while he got his head on straight.