TDRP: Harry Potter - Log 1
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xp_logsA group of newly de-aged mansionites - Angelo, Alex, Hope, Marie-Ange, Jean-Phillipe and Stephen - find themselves a little… wrapped up.
Consciousness wasn't slow - it was like a sledgehammer to the head. One minute Alex was unconscious, the next he was very awake head snapping around as he blinked, head snapping around. He saw other people, he saw... vines? What the hell?
"What-" He started to voice that thought out loud as he sat up, only to stop when a vine wrapped around his wrist and why did he sound like puberty had gone in reverse?
"Plant monster." Marie-Ange was just to Alex's left, a vine wrapped tightly around her arm, and another pulling at a braided pigtail she was one thousand percent sure she hadn't enough hair for just the day before. Certainly not enough for two pigtails and the other was dangling limply over her face. "Which of you has a cell to call their parent, because I cannot reach mine." Her other arm was trapped under her, and had gone asleep.
It would have helped more if she had not reverted to French on instinct.
"Cousin, why are you-" Jean-Phillipe clapped a hand to his mouth. Why was his voice a prepubescent warble, for that matter? Then he tilted his head over far enough to see Marie-Ange and his eyes widened. Given that they were cousins, they were probably the only people that would instantly recognize each other in their eleven-year-old selves. "Criss et viarge, we are eleven years old and-"
Angelo twisted in the grip of the vines, confused by why he seemed to still have his powers when he definitely hadn't had them at this age, and eyed Marie-Ange.
"You want to call your parents?"
"Angelo!" Jean-Phillipe left off swearing and his face broke into a smile. Obviously they had all retained their adult memories and talents - he rather doubted that Angelo had been conversational in French at eleven.
"I'd kinda like to call my parents," Stephen pointed out, raising his hand as if he were in class. "I'm sorry but we're tiny...how are you all so ok with this?" So Stephen had seen a few weird things, but that was stuff he could explain, mostly magic gone wrong, but this certainly wasn't that.
"Um!" Alex's prepubescent voice cracked as another vine wrapped around his arm. "Maybe we could talk about all this after we're not strangled to death by a living plant?!"
Hope tried to wiggle an arm free. "They seem to grip you tighter when you try to move!" Her body felt strange with all the wrong proportions and shape and it only made her want to get free more. Trying to move as little as possible the patted down her leg, finding something strange in the pocket of her skirt. It seemed to be a long thin stick and something seemed to click. "No way..."
Jean-Phillipe examined the yellow-and-black tie around his neck with a put-upon sigh. At least Angelo's matched his, which meant somewhere in the cosmic laugh that he was sure was being had at their expense, some things still held true. "What, I am not from the ridiculous French school? Oh, of course not, because for some reason only girls go there!" He snorted.
"Only on the movie version." It was a near miracle that what came out of Marie-Ange's mouth was not profane, but she was momentarily distracted by her cousin's comment. "I do not want to call my parents, I had hoped this plant was not Devil's Snare." She gave a great huff, and then did mutter the profanity, made all the more ridiculous on a face still carrying baby fat. She worked one of her trapped arms free of her blouse sleeve, and carefully pulled a knife from somewhere in her robes. "Well, at least I am still myself."
"Amanda's not gonna like this, oh not at all," Stephen's mutter fell into the silence that hung in the room as his questing fingers found the wand tucked into his pocket. "Oh...now you're making this too easy," a short pull and twist later freed the stick as a smile touched his face, "This is gonna be fun." It was just like normal, except now he didn't have full access to his powers but a long whip of fire extended from the wand, slicing into the plant as he tumbled down to the ground, charred remnants of the plant falling down to the dust around him.
"Yeah, I vote we don't mention Harry Potter to Amanda," Angelo agreed. He'd discovered that he still had enough fine control to make skin blades, and was sawing away at the vines holding him.
"Okay, plant. That's easy." Alex stretched his arms the best he could, expecting a short blast of energy to free him.... and getting nothing. "What? come on, that's not fair." He shifted again, and felt the wand in his pocket. Well.... what the hell, he decided, maneuvering to get it out of his pocket and aiming at an area of plant next to him. A blast much like the one his powers usually created burst a hole through the plant, and then he was tumbling down, hitting the stone floor with a thud and a groan.
Hope had pulled her own wand from her pocket and eyed it for a long moment. She'd no idea of her powers would manifest or if she could even use it, but digging through her memory from the dozen times she had read the series, she pulled forward the words of a simple spell: "Incendio!" A jet of fire lanced from her wand and Hope grinned before she started tumbling down as well, hitting the floor next to Alex.
It turned out that whatever the plant monster thing was liked electricity about as much as fire, and a jolt from his wand was enough to break Jean-Phillipe free as well.
Marie-Ange's little potion's knife had made short work of the vines around her arms, and her leg, although one severed bit was still tangled in her pigtails as she slid down. "Destroy the rest of the plant, or it will just strangle us again, and then we can go back outside and leave the rest of this for the actual heroes of this story." She looked around at the slightly incredulous faces, and gave a little shrug. "I hate every adult in this book, and I refuse to participate in this very stupid obstacle course. I am going to to break into Gryffindor Tower, and murder Peter Pettigrew."
“Anyone remember the tower password from this book?” Angelo said idly, dropping free from the vines and wandering over to the door. “...and what was that unlocking spell?”
Jean-Phillipe's hand crept into Angelo's and resisted the urge to say something sappy and Hufflepuff-y about having each other. "You do it, Potter," he said, raising his eyebrow at Stephen. "You're a wizard."
"I am!" Stephen made a show of rolling his sleeves up, pointing his wand at the door, "I've got this. Alohamora" ... a green spark fizzled in the air as the door stayed resolutely closed. "So...yeah...I don't got this."
"Welp." Alex looked around. "I guess you're not going on a murder spree, Red. Forward, march?"
Marie-Ange huffed, and her pigtails bounced. "I will just go on the murder spree after we..." She shrugged. "Do Quidditch or keys or whatever the next ridiculous obstacle course designed for eleven year olds is. This book is stupid." She paused and frowned. "Though, perhaps I should start with Snape. I can just take the poison from the logic puzzle and put it in his tea."
Consciousness wasn't slow - it was like a sledgehammer to the head. One minute Alex was unconscious, the next he was very awake head snapping around as he blinked, head snapping around. He saw other people, he saw... vines? What the hell?
"What-" He started to voice that thought out loud as he sat up, only to stop when a vine wrapped around his wrist and why did he sound like puberty had gone in reverse?
"Plant monster." Marie-Ange was just to Alex's left, a vine wrapped tightly around her arm, and another pulling at a braided pigtail she was one thousand percent sure she hadn't enough hair for just the day before. Certainly not enough for two pigtails and the other was dangling limply over her face. "Which of you has a cell to call their parent, because I cannot reach mine." Her other arm was trapped under her, and had gone asleep.
It would have helped more if she had not reverted to French on instinct.
"Cousin, why are you-" Jean-Phillipe clapped a hand to his mouth. Why was his voice a prepubescent warble, for that matter? Then he tilted his head over far enough to see Marie-Ange and his eyes widened. Given that they were cousins, they were probably the only people that would instantly recognize each other in their eleven-year-old selves. "Criss et viarge, we are eleven years old and-"
Angelo twisted in the grip of the vines, confused by why he seemed to still have his powers when he definitely hadn't had them at this age, and eyed Marie-Ange.
"You want to call your parents?"
"Angelo!" Jean-Phillipe left off swearing and his face broke into a smile. Obviously they had all retained their adult memories and talents - he rather doubted that Angelo had been conversational in French at eleven.
"I'd kinda like to call my parents," Stephen pointed out, raising his hand as if he were in class. "I'm sorry but we're tiny...how are you all so ok with this?" So Stephen had seen a few weird things, but that was stuff he could explain, mostly magic gone wrong, but this certainly wasn't that.
"Um!" Alex's prepubescent voice cracked as another vine wrapped around his arm. "Maybe we could talk about all this after we're not strangled to death by a living plant?!"
Hope tried to wiggle an arm free. "They seem to grip you tighter when you try to move!" Her body felt strange with all the wrong proportions and shape and it only made her want to get free more. Trying to move as little as possible the patted down her leg, finding something strange in the pocket of her skirt. It seemed to be a long thin stick and something seemed to click. "No way..."
Jean-Phillipe examined the yellow-and-black tie around his neck with a put-upon sigh. At least Angelo's matched his, which meant somewhere in the cosmic laugh that he was sure was being had at their expense, some things still held true. "What, I am not from the ridiculous French school? Oh, of course not, because for some reason only girls go there!" He snorted.
"Only on the movie version." It was a near miracle that what came out of Marie-Ange's mouth was not profane, but she was momentarily distracted by her cousin's comment. "I do not want to call my parents, I had hoped this plant was not Devil's Snare." She gave a great huff, and then did mutter the profanity, made all the more ridiculous on a face still carrying baby fat. She worked one of her trapped arms free of her blouse sleeve, and carefully pulled a knife from somewhere in her robes. "Well, at least I am still myself."
"Amanda's not gonna like this, oh not at all," Stephen's mutter fell into the silence that hung in the room as his questing fingers found the wand tucked into his pocket. "Oh...now you're making this too easy," a short pull and twist later freed the stick as a smile touched his face, "This is gonna be fun." It was just like normal, except now he didn't have full access to his powers but a long whip of fire extended from the wand, slicing into the plant as he tumbled down to the ground, charred remnants of the plant falling down to the dust around him.
"Yeah, I vote we don't mention Harry Potter to Amanda," Angelo agreed. He'd discovered that he still had enough fine control to make skin blades, and was sawing away at the vines holding him.
"Okay, plant. That's easy." Alex stretched his arms the best he could, expecting a short blast of energy to free him.... and getting nothing. "What? come on, that's not fair." He shifted again, and felt the wand in his pocket. Well.... what the hell, he decided, maneuvering to get it out of his pocket and aiming at an area of plant next to him. A blast much like the one his powers usually created burst a hole through the plant, and then he was tumbling down, hitting the stone floor with a thud and a groan.
Hope had pulled her own wand from her pocket and eyed it for a long moment. She'd no idea of her powers would manifest or if she could even use it, but digging through her memory from the dozen times she had read the series, she pulled forward the words of a simple spell: "Incendio!" A jet of fire lanced from her wand and Hope grinned before she started tumbling down as well, hitting the floor next to Alex.
It turned out that whatever the plant monster thing was liked electricity about as much as fire, and a jolt from his wand was enough to break Jean-Phillipe free as well.
Marie-Ange's little potion's knife had made short work of the vines around her arms, and her leg, although one severed bit was still tangled in her pigtails as she slid down. "Destroy the rest of the plant, or it will just strangle us again, and then we can go back outside and leave the rest of this for the actual heroes of this story." She looked around at the slightly incredulous faces, and gave a little shrug. "I hate every adult in this book, and I refuse to participate in this very stupid obstacle course. I am going to to break into Gryffindor Tower, and murder Peter Pettigrew."
“Anyone remember the tower password from this book?” Angelo said idly, dropping free from the vines and wandering over to the door. “...and what was that unlocking spell?”
Jean-Phillipe's hand crept into Angelo's and resisted the urge to say something sappy and Hufflepuff-y about having each other. "You do it, Potter," he said, raising his eyebrow at Stephen. "You're a wizard."
"I am!" Stephen made a show of rolling his sleeves up, pointing his wand at the door, "I've got this. Alohamora" ... a green spark fizzled in the air as the door stayed resolutely closed. "So...yeah...I don't got this."
"Welp." Alex looked around. "I guess you're not going on a murder spree, Red. Forward, march?"
Marie-Ange huffed, and her pigtails bounced. "I will just go on the murder spree after we..." She shrugged. "Do Quidditch or keys or whatever the next ridiculous obstacle course designed for eleven year olds is. This book is stupid." She paused and frowned. "Though, perhaps I should start with Snape. I can just take the poison from the logic puzzle and put it in his tea."
