RP: Baron & Others Who: Baron Moody, Callum Moody, Alastor Moody, Others Where: Hogwarts Great Hall When: 21 June 2025, just after dinner Rating/Warnings: Summary: Baron has an accident on the reserve, and finds himself at Hogwarts, making a commotion.
The three year old Welsh Green was giving them trouble. She was pissed off about being separated from her babies, even though the yearlings were more than ready to be on their own. It always surprised him how maternal dragons could be, but he didn't have time to wonder about that now.
He rolled his broom to the left, avoiding the stream of fire that came his way. He shouted to his father, who signaled him right. They needed to corner the dragon and get her back in her area before she reached the boundary of the reserve. It was hard, dangerous work, but Baron thrived on it.
He shot off sparks with his wand, designed to distract the dragon so they could get in position, but everything tilted as he felt a jet of dragon-fire ghost over his side. Everything went black for a moment, and from a distance he felt himself spiraling down, out of control as he lost consciousness.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, expecting to see his father standing over him. That wasn't the sight that greeted him.
He was still on his broom, hurtling down towards a stone floor. He pulled up and back on his broom, changing course instantly and slowing down with an added brake charm. It wasn't quite enough though, and he had to angle up again, flying over the heads of the people sitting at the long tables. Finally he came to a complete stop, hopping off his broom with centimeters to spare between him and the Head Table of Hogwarts.
That thought finally penetrated, and he blinked. There were wands pointed at him, and he was at Hogwarts. He looked around, and was even more confused when he saw his Uncle Al standing behind the table.
"Uncle Al?" The confusion was obvious in his voice. "What's going on?" Everyone else at the table was unfamiliar, though the man with the large nose looked slightly like Severus Snape, only at least twenty years older. He kept his wand ready, just in case someone attacked. Nothing made sense, but his Uncle would have the answers.