balaurzburator (balaurzburator) wrote in trickstersrpg, @ 2011-09-27 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: charlie weasley, thread: complete |
Who Charlie Weasley
What Wandering off the preserve and into an alternate dimension
Where Somewhere between Romania and Trickster's
When 27 September
Warnings maybe swearing?
Status Complete
"Damn dragon; I don't feel like playing hide and seek today," Charlie murmured to himself, half in Romanian, half in English. He was wandering along a familiar path in the mountain range, one that should lead straight to Sandor, his dragon. However, it seemed Sandor was getting moodier, or more mischievous as he aged, and was currently missing. Charlie grumbled to himself before attempting to reach into his knapsack for his log book.
"Bollocks," he shouted; this far into the range no one would hear him anyway. And if they did, well, he'd just managed to rip a hole in his knapsack. They'd understand the frustration of strewn supplies. He started to bend to pick them up but his lower back decided to flare. Cursing again, Charlie stood up and stretched, trying to loosen his back enough to pick up his gear. Sure, he could wave a wand and get it, but that was for older wizards who couldn't bend over anymore. Not Charlie. He walked a ways away from his knapsack, thinking he'd just walk off the pain for a moment and go back. Maybe Sandor would hear his shouting and take pity on him.
Because Charlie had spent the last sixteen some odd years up in these particular mountains, he didn't bother to look where he was going. When he did finally look, he realized he'd wandered pretty far afield. In fact...He was in a field. There was a wrought iron gate in front of him, but Charlie couldn't be bothered with that at the moment. He whipped around, looking for the mountains. Where were the mountains? You couldn't Vanish an entire mountain range, it was full of people and dragons and that just...It just wasn't done! Soon, he gave up turning in circles; he thought he saw mountains in the distance, but they were ahead of him and through the gate, not behind him, and that just made no sense.
He sighed and trudged up to the gate; it looked like there was a...Well, Charlie looked closer at the person standing outside the gate, smiling, "Er, hullo? Do you speak English?" The blank eyed stare kind of concerned Charlie, but he pressed on, "Alo? Eu vă dau vorbitor de limbă engleză?" The being just handed him a scroll. When he took it, the gates opened and the being waved a hand as if to indicate he should go inside. Charlie just wanted directions back to Romania; maybe someone in...Was that the Hogwart's lake? Nothing made sense.
Once inside, the field looked as good a place as any to sit, so he did. He unfurled the scroll and read its message. "Pierderilor," he swore. Possibly permanent home? He couldn't stay here; Sandor needed him, he had work, his family...Charlie sighed, rolled up the scroll and stood up again. Permanent or not, he needed to find people who might know more about what was going on. He shoved the scroll in his pocket, checked his side holster for his wand and made his way toward what he hoped was the center of a town and people. He might as well look for a place to stay, maybe his knapsack or something useful would show up.
He wandered for a while, seeing first what looked like a train station, and what might have been the Hogwarts lake, and perhaps Hogwarts in the distance. Eventually, he came to a fork in the road. He decided to veer right; if that was Hogwarts, maybe Dumbled--why would he even think that? Dumbledore had been dead for years and years. Charlie shook his head and trudged on.
First, he discovered that it was indeed Hogwarts. He noticed there didn't seem to be any people out on the grounds, so he kept walking. Soon, it started looking a lot like Diagon Alley; but what kind of sense did that make? Hogwarts was no where near Diagon. Charlie finally stopped outside Quality Quidditch Supplies. He was used to walking for a while, but between being slightly disoriented and the place just not making sense...It was nice to see a familiar shop.
The scroll had said something about flats above the shops, hadn't it? Charlie nodded to himself and pushed open the front door. The flat entrance would probably be somewhere in the back; he'd look for the outside entrance later. A ghostly thing appeared at the counter but seemed to sense Charlie didn't need it and disappeared quickly. "Dementors?" He murmured to himself; it'd make sense, the unseeing thing, smiling being at the front gate, ghostly shop keepers, but...He didn't feel like he'd never be happy again, he was just cross and tired. There was the flat entrance! The corner of his mouth lifted in an almost smile and he pushed open the door.
A flight of stairs led up to another door, but this one was locked. If Charlie couldn't find a key, he'd assume it was occupied. He searched above the door frame and under the mat and finally pulled out his wand and muttered, "Accio key." The key flew toward him from on top of the bottom door's door frame. "Brill," he smiled momentarily, unlocking the door to the flat and stepping through.
Dropping the key on a small table near the door, Charlie wandered around the small flat. It was nice, tastefully decorated, and it looked like there was a fire escape. He'd have to check that out later. He went into the bedroom and looked at the bed. There was the journal the scroll mentioned. He picked it up; might as well get down his notes about Sandor, since whatever the hell happened had left him without anything but his clothes and wand.
Charlie shut the journal and laid it back on the bed. Standing, he stretched and a dark shape in the corner of the room caught his eye. His…His dragon hide coat was here? He hadn’t actually expected any of his own things to be in this strange place. Shrugging, he moved to pick it up and shrug it on. He didn’t have the knapsack he’d been carrying when he arrived, and he sorely hoped it wasn’t just sitting on the ground somewhere in the Carpathian Mountains. Charlie sighed and opened the door of the flat.
He’d been wandering around the town, thinking about Sandor and the mountains and how he hoped Sandor wouldn’t try to mate with Ilona before he got back--you know the important things--when he noticed a “Help Wanted” sign in the window of the Magical Menagerie. Oh, he’d probably need a new job then, wouldn’t he? Of all the things he’d seen so far in Trickster’s Paradise, he’d yet to see the Carpathians in the distance. Charlie had to surmise there wouldn’t be a dragon reserve here, and possibly no Romania. He supposed that working on a reserve with dragons for 16 years might translate well in a magical pet shop. Nodding to himself, Charlie pushed open the door and walked inside.
On the counter was an apron, a clipboard and a name tag with “CHARLIE” spelled in block letters. Out of principle, he chucked the name tag behind the counter and grabbed up the clipboard. The clipboard had a single piece of paper that held instructions for the care and feeding of a “Jeweled Tortoise, Blue and Green.” At least, it did have instructions for that tortoise, until he stepped away from one terrarium and ended up in front of “Arachnid, Brown Tarantula.” The sheet of paper seemed to change instructions based on what animal he was standing in front of. Charlie stepped behind the counter and the paper changed again to read “Dragon, Romanian Longhorn—Species not carried by Magical Menagerie, select another reptile, arachnid, amphibian or mammal.” Apparently, the paper used some sort of Legilmency to determine what animal the holder was thinking about, and then displayed the pertinent information required. Unless, of course, the species wasn’t sold by the Magical Menagerie.
Easiest interview ever, Charlie thought to himself as he began to get acquainted with the various animals in the shop. He shrugged off his coat and wandered around the shop.