kingdoms_of_auradon | Wizard has been displaced

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Wizard has been displaced

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Who: Harry and You
What: Harry has been displaced across the multiverse AGAIN
Warnings: Tons of disorientation and confusion; Will update if something comes up

So this is it: he is about to return home after helping out in saving Avalon and the world from being frozen in time for nearly two years. And he does miss home so much that once Excalibur has been destroyed and time and the multiverse has been saved, he thought that now is the time to go back and rest up from a long endgame fight with a cursed sword. As much as he wants to stay here, he has a mess of a battle aftermath to clean up, a destroyed school to come to, friends who are missing him badly now, and a community that needs to rebuild itself. The situation his world is in is not that great but he does need to go back and help in the repairs soon.

Or that is what he thought how that day would end because he soon finds himself being transported into a very unfamiliar place. For the second time in his life, Harry has been very much displaced across the multiverse again. He takes a look around to see if he has everything from Avalon with him. Relief settles in when he finds that Hedwig in her cage is there, and much to his own surprise, even Rose too. Wait a minute, he thought that he had tried to say goodbye to her in Avalon so seeing the little pink Pygmy Puff is a big surprise to him. Then he turns to find that his polearm had become very padded and his phone from Avalon didn’t work as at all. So he can’t be able to call King Arthur for help anytime soon.

But the most confusing thing he has stumbled upon to date happens to be the giant and grand scale of the castle before him. He knows that castles can be big in space like with Hogwarts Castle but this one has to take the cake. And it is a lot more beautiful than what Hogwarts is currently at, whoever did the maintance work sure does put a lot of effort to make it super pristine as it can be. But all he can muster to say at this time as he looks more confused by his new situation is “Where in the world I am in now?”

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Kyoko was so happy right now. She might not be paying attention to Harry or Malia as she offered a finger of her other hand to the fairy, entranced.

Harry is pretty amazed by the fairyflies just as much as anyone else would, especially with Kyoko all things considered. Rose happily squeaks as she greets the one rolling the berry towards her, wondering if the berry is for her or for the creature itself, while Hedwig is still busy going through the crustaceans.

The young man lets out an amused chuckle as another of them lands on the same plate he got the cookies from. He thought that the fairyfly is trying its best to help in eating the cookies with him. Cue the many awws from a man who has seen and learned about many fantastical creatures in his world as a part of his education.

The one near Rose rolled the berry up closer, and then jumped away to go fetch another, the little fruits bigger than its own head. For its size, it was comparatively quite strong... but realistically, bugs tended to be, and the fruits were only about the size of a large grape anyhow. The one by Harry managed somehow to wrangle a loose little piece of the cookie off of the rest of it, and looked up at him, pointing at the big crumb, as though checking with him before biting right in. Did he see it? Isn't it big? Hah... But bite in it did, taking a proportionally rather decent chunk out of it, with what passed for cheeks puffing out as it chewed.

And then yet another was apparently getting bored of the plate of fruit, and sniffing around, only to creep up ever so stealthily to the bowl of giant bugs that the owl was making a feast of. It was one of the more brightly-colored fairies, so stealth may not have been its forte -- far from it, actually, with how it raised and lowered its wings in anticipation as it got closer to the bowl, though it tried not to be spotted... and then after it got close enough, reached up and tugged at the leg of one of the bigger green creatures. It didn't simply come right off, so after a few more attempts, the little fairy reached up to bite right through the thin limb so that it could claim its prize and crouch there just under the bowl's rim, munching away on the leg.

The one on Kyoko's hand took what it figured was being hinted, and climbed up onto her finger, only to crouch there and begin preening its tiny head with its front hands, licking its fingers and then dragging them down its little face. It ended up pulling some of its furry hair forward over its big eyes, and then took to smoothing its hair back away from its face again, licking its fingers and repeating the process.

Mallia, for her part, was plenty amused to watch everyone's reactions. "When you're done, I could conjure up the images of other elves I've known...?"

Kyoko squeeled happily and watched the small fairy in fasciation. The rest of the world seemed to have vanished around her. All that mattered was the small fairy.

“Oh yes. That would be very amazing. I am interested in seeing what the other elves look like.”

Rose meanwhile happily squeaks as she gets to see the fairyfly being able to push another fruit with its head. Oh, this is becoming into a friendly fruit picnic. She is liking this already as she merrily munches on the berry in sheer delight.

The fairy on Kyoko's finger continued to preen itself, absently leaning back as it did, as though forgetting what a narrow perch her finger actually was, and it didn't take long until it had to quickly grab on with its hands again to stay on. The not-quite-fall led to it landing against her finger, wings suddenly out and flapping for its balance on instinct, smacking her hand, gently as one might expect a butterfly's wings to do. The move was knocking scales off its wings, dusting the top of her finger in a sparkle of the fairy's color, before it was able to finish climbing back up and calmed back down. The experience left it turning around to jump back down to the little table again, to go rejoin the others in finding things to munch on.

"Well... I suppose I could start with a friend of mine." She gestured to a spot beside the table, between Harry and Kyoko, so that they could both get a good look -- provided Kyoko found it in her to look up from her hand and what rather resembled a minor accident with eyeshadow. There where Mallia indicated, another illusion formed, just as the table had, becoming solid in a blink. It was a guy with light blond hair held back by his barely-pointed ears, the light blue of his eyes a bit bigger than a human's would be versus his sclera, just as her own dark purple eyes were. He did look otherwise fairly humanlike, dressed in greens and browns, nothing too seemingly fancy... but perhaps a bit dated, in a way that wasn't clear whether it belonged in Robin Hood's times, or the modern era, if a rural location in it... or perhaps from the magical world Harry had seen in his own part of the multiverse. He had a staff, one that looked to be made of some long twists of light-colored polished wood, a smattering of rainbow-y fibers running lengthwise through it, and a sort of blub in its shape at the top of it, a faint glow peeking from between the twist's sections, as though the wood had tried to simply enclose the shape inside it, and had failed to entirely contain whatever it was. He stood there rather casually, absently playing with the staff, leaving its end on the ground between his feet as he gently batted it from one hand to the other... and as he eyed the spread on the table, smiled a little.

He didn't wait long; she had him reach for a bottle he pulled from between the raised fruit bowls, a darker-looking wine bottle with plants of some sort either molded into the glass and painted, or dried, pressed ones plastering the outside for decoration. He took the cork out swiftly enough, his staff falling into the crook of his elbow, and he took a glass out from who knows where, to pour an inch in, and then another glass to repeat it, setting them down by the two humans. "No one's getting into this yet? Do you not know, it's the best there is?" His smile only grew, turning a bit conspiratorial. "Of course, we simply must test it to verify!" And a third glass, for himself....

If they took the hint, there didn't seem to be much alcohol to speak of in it, only a lovely flavor that was something berry-ish... but the black liquid certainly did have an odd appearance. Dark as it was, there was some sort of pale blue-glowing swirl to it, a hint of some sort of magic in that as well, a very faint tingle of some sort of energy, not unlike perhaps a good coffee might give....

~~Minor MP-restore, get? ...Very minor....~~

Edited (typo) 2023-10-09 04:53 (UTC)

"ANOTHER FAIRY!" she gasped happily. "And he's offering me magical fairy juice!"

Harry is pretty much in awe as he gets to see one of Mallia’s elf friends coming into view and he is offering some nice drinks too. That is pretty neat and he just realize right now that he hasn’t drank anything just yet. Since he is technically an adult by Wizarding Britain and Avalon standards (being 19 and all), maybe he could ask for some of that drink Mallia’s elf friend is offering.

Rose and Hedwig didn’t fail to notice that the elf man appearing as well, they make friendly animals noises of squeaks and hoots to say hello to the man.

“Oh gee. I haven’t thought about drinks for a while now. Must have slipped under my mind. I wouldn’t mind having some of it as well.”

Honestly, this elf was offering regardless; they viewed and treated alcohol, especially weak as this was, a bit differently anyway. Though, its lack of strength here and now might've accounted for why the blond figure regarded Kyoko half a second, and then looked right at Harry before practically filling the glass he passed him.

Still smiling, tone starting out a bit more conspiratorial as he handed it over, "I have a feeling we'll be wanting plenty," and then without changing his smile, picked up the glass he'd left sitting by himself to pour more into it as well. With as much of the dark, glowy liquid as was leaving the bottle he held... it really shouldn't have been able to hold it all, and he wasn't giving any indication that that was out of the ordinary, either. He turned his smile to Kyoko as he took it and poured, not even missing a beat from his comment to Harry, "Sweet girl, if you think I look like a butterfly, I suspect perhaps you need less wine, not more."

Mallia, for her part, simply bit her lip in an effort not to smile, gesturing to make a glass appear in her hands as well, more to give herself something to hold than anything.....

"You're a fairy the way Mallia and Corn are," she said happily.

He politely receives the drink from the elf man, taking a few sips at a time and being mindful of not getting too drunk too soon. The alcohol content is a little weak, yes, but it is still a good drink regardless. This is just as good as the drinks he would often make at Helleste Café during his time in Avalon.

Rose squeaks energetically as she happily hops up and down on the table while Hedwig lets out elegant hoots of approval before resuming back to her crustacean eating.

"No." He raised an eyebrow at her, glass of wine in one hand, bottle in his other. "I am not, nor have I ever been, a fairy."

He held the bottle back over his glass to tilt it over it again. There was, simply put, no legitimate way for a bottle that size to hold as much as it had poured so far, and there he was, filling that glass all the rest of the way up as he eyed Kyoko.

"Sure you are! Your magic is proof!" she said, cheerfully. "It's okay, you don't have to hide it, Harry and I are both very friendly!"

“Oh yeah. She (Kyoko) does have a point. There is nothing wrong with having magic. We’re among friends today and we have some experiences with the Fae too. Once I was away from my world for so long, I had given up trying to hide my magic since the last world we have been has magic being freely used everywhere.”

"Hide it? I'm not hiding anything about having magic," the elf said, giving them both funny looks now, still holding the wine bottle up. "And no one but humans has ever said there was anything wrong with having it!"

He glanced at the glass, the liquid up to near its rim, and then quite deliberately resumed pouring more into it. Rather than falling over the rim, it continued on up as though the glass extended much further than it actually did as he talked. "I'm saying that she's calling me a species that I'm not and never have been." His eyes flicked to Mallia, but she simply shrugged, putting her hands up a little, briefly - yeah, she had no idea either, sorry! - and then he looked back to the two.

"Elves are fae. Fairies are fae. But elves aren't fairies." He stopped pouring again, eyed the impossible glass-more-than-ful of it he was holding, and then raised it to take a little sip, only to not have any yet as he turned to face Harry. "Wait, you were able to learn magic? But I take it you're human, given your appearance?" Delayed reaction, get?

"But Fae means fairies..." she said, so confused.

Hello weird magical translation stuff.

“Oh yes indeed, Sir. Magic does exist in my world too. Humans who practice magic in there are often called wizards and witches. My parents had magic too as they were a witch and a wizard like me even if my Mum was born into a normal family. Same with my friends as well. We even have schools where we are taught to how to use and grow our magic.”

The elf looked between the two of them, raising an eyebrow... and then it was obvious by the look on his face that he'd figured something out. "Well... first of all, fae does not mean fairies. But there's a reason the word 'fairy' starts with 'fae'. 'Fairy' literally translates to 'magic immortal butterfly'." He eyed Kyoko pointedly at that. "Ray-yee-ash," he said carefully, drawing out the sounds for her, "is our word for butterfly. So, it's fae-ray-yee-ash, but say it quickly, smush it up a bit, and you get fae-ree-ah, or fairy, see?"

Off to the side, Mallia was quietly raising a hand, to cover part of her face. Of course it would be something so mundane as a ridiculous language issue... why hadn't it occurred to her sooner that that might be the case?

"And it sounds like humans with magic are in the minority, where you live?" A look back to Harry again, finally taking a sip of his nonsensical serving of wine. "...But it's a known thing?"

"No no no," she insisted, cheerfully. "See the kanji for Faerie looks like this," she said drawing something in the air with her finger. But of course without magic there were no trails or other artifacts of her marks to leave them there. But it was two complicated characters. "See, Yosei. It means fairy or fae. And this," She drew another one, this one a single, but far more complex. "Cho. Butterfly. They look nothing alike at all," she said with a beamed smile.

Harry first responds to Mallia’s friend’s question, “From what I had observed in there, yes. Not a lot of people can do magic in my world sadly. And yes, people have some idea of magic depending on where they're from, although normal people’s definition of magic can be a bit of hard to pinpoint at best.”

While hearing Kyoko explaining things from the Japanese cultural lenses, the word Cho puts him into a screeching halt as it just so happens to be the name of the first girl he dated, Cho Chang. He couldn’t move his mouth for seconds after all, feeling embarrassed that he was also at fault for hurting her feelings and not being at the right mindset to date anyone during his Fifth Year.

He nodded to what Harry said, but then Kyoko explained, and.... he simply stared at her for a second, and then managed, somehow, to chug the entirety of what he'd had left in his glass in about no time at all, and went right back to refilling it as he eyed her. It wasn't as though he'd be feeling the effects of it, but he could darn well signal that he wanted to, at this point in the discussion.

"And I am informing you that that's an inappropriate way to translate it, for our kind," he said. "Where even are those ideas from? Somewhere other than Europe, I'm guessing? Because my kind is from Europe; we've been largely pushed out by humans' ingress, as of somewhere around... what was it, about fifty thousand years ago, something like that?" He gestured vaguely about it, looked back at Mallia as though she'd confirm that for him, and then returned his attention to the two humans there. "And our word for our kind hasn't changed since those days."

"Japan! And from Corn, and he's prince of the fairy world and he said so! Once we find him, he'll tell you and you'll see! And then we can all be friends!" she said, blissfully.

Harry barely said anything as he stared at Kyoko for the next several minutes. Hedwig notices that her owner had been unresponsive for a while now that she tries to bring him back to reality by hooting as loudly as she could.

Eventually Harry snaps out of his stunned state, shaking his head multiple times in embarrassment, before he tells her (Kyoko) something very important, “Hey Kyoko. Did you know that there is one girl from my world who went by the name Cho and she is not from Japan? That would have been my first ex.”

Mallia was quiet, her arms up and not quite folded as she covered part of her face with a hand, still trying to keep her expression neutral. Her friend didn't say anything for a long few seconds, glancing to Harry briefly, and then between him and Mallia. "It's times like this, I'd ordinarily be taking this sort of folly as an invitation to arrange for someone to wear clothing that isn't there and show their arrogance to everyone."

The fairy shook her head, finally laughing a little again. "Oh, mercy...."

He sighed, turning to look once more to Kyoko. He barely gestured, and his outfit changed, from those softer, earthier hues to near gem colors, whites that shimmered as they sparkled over deep greens and blues. His new robes were nothing if not regal, draping down gracefully over his frame. His hair, previously held back in a low little ponytail, chin-length bangs kept at bay by his ears, now trailed down to his waist, fine braids interrupting the silken length here and there. His face hadn't changed, under the circlet he now wore... but it was stunning, the difference a change in dress and a shift in attitude could make.

Quickly, not giving her a chance to protest any of it: "As one of the oldest members of my entire species and king of all fae, I hereby declare that from now on, your name is Pomme, as you've exhibited all the wit, wisdom, and sense of one. I also henceforth officially disown and disinherit this Corn pretender for the crime of not bringing me in on this obvious joke already. I'd swear he was trying to get you eaten by a dragon, honestly... So if you find him, tell him I'll be waiting on her throne, since she's been the queen for roughly thirty centuries now." He gestured at Mallia, and raised his glass to drink more of it again.

She was losing it at that, laughing. "But I-- You can't just--!"

"I just did," he said, peeking over his glass, his smile teasingly smug. Quieter, to Harry. "Didn't I?"

Edited (made it better :)) 2023-11-12 04:07 (UTC)

She had been about to respond to Harry, and then when the male fairy said he was the king she had been about to say something else, bit when he spoke against Corn...

For a moment she was deathly still and pale. And then DARKNESS flared around her, a dozen or more little grudge spirits flying free of her back to swirl around her. Harry would be able to spot her familiar from Avalon as it was the largest of them, but the rest looked like smaller versions as they swirled around her.

She now had the aura that made everyone think she made such a good villain. Right now she oozed darkness, fury, hatred, all things that made good people flee as she moved to close the small distance between her and the one who had said such horrible things.

She didn't float, but she almost seemed to as her eyes locked onto him.

"You will apologize to Corn," she said, her voice ice. "You will no longer joke about Corn or even mention him," she said, fury roiling off her in waves.

Over her head the grudge spirits were breaking into committees, deciding which ones of them were going to hit him and which ones were going to strangle him.

Hard to say if Kyoko even noticed them, or anyone else for that matter, as her own hands came up like she was about to throttle Mallia's friend. "Fairy or no, you will not insult Corn!"

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