Peter Vincent thinks people see what they want to (smokingmagician) wrote in lostathogwarts, @ 2014-05-24 02:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | 11th doctor, peter vincent |
Who: Peter Vincent, The Doctor
What: First meetings, seeing Thestrals, and a visit to Hogsmeade!
Where: Starting at the carriages, then down the road to town
When: Friday May 23, 2014
Warnings: Peter’s foul mouth
Status: Closed, ongoing!
As places to be stranded went, Peter felt he'd genuinely lucked out. He missed his comfortable life back in Vegas, his home and his friends, but in exchange, he was surrounded by real magic. The illusions and supernatural spellwork he was familiar with from his home was one thing, but this... Magic touched and filled every corner of the castle; Hogwarts was steeped in it, breathed and bled and lived it. Peter could be quite content to spend his time learning everything there was to know about magic until they figured out a way to send everyone back. He had spent most of his time since arriving wandering around the halls and courtyards, soaking everything in. Perhaps he looked like a gawking tourist to the staff and student body, but he honestly didn't care. Still, he hadn't yet taken the opportunity to explore the village nearby and he was eager to see it.
He hadn't really thought about it when the Headmistress had mentioned the carriages, but he certainly had never expected it to be drawn by the strange creature he now saw before him. Dark leathery skin stretched over a bony frame and bat-like wings, and it had more the face of a dragon than a horse. It looked like the sort of nightmare creature he might have imagined for one of his shows, yet it seemed docile enough. It eyed him with curiosity but stood calmly in place, hitched to the open carriage and set to take him and one of the others to Hogsmeade. Peter's companion hadn't yet arrived, so he took the moment to get a good look at the dragon-horse creature.
He stepped a little closer, his dark blue robes swishing around his ankles and letting black leather trousers just peek out under the hem. Peter wasn't sure he wanted to get too near the creature; it may have been domesticated, but that didn't mean it was safe to reach out and touch. "What are you, you beautiful thing?" Peter wondered aloud, his fascination written all over his face.