Strangely, that didn't panic him. Between magic and the island's tricks, he had half a dozen ideas as to what could have happened in the span of a second, in the blink of any eye as he took another step along the boardwalk on his way home. Half a dozen ideas, none of them good, none of them he could confirm quickly, but at least he had some ideas. There was an odd comfort in that.
There was also an odd comfort in the wand stuck in his back pocket. Harry was getting lazier and lazier about carrying the hawthorn wand, but today had been one of those days when he remembered and felt better having the bit of wood close at hand. He didn't know if it would do any good here -- wherever here was -- but he reached behind him to finger the handle as he cautiously exited the room.
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Date: 2012-01-30 11:06 pm (UTC)Strangely, that didn't panic him. Between magic and the island's tricks, he had half a dozen ideas as to what could have happened in the span of a second, in the blink of any eye as he took another step along the boardwalk on his way home. Half a dozen ideas, none of them good, none of them he could confirm quickly, but at least he had some ideas. There was an odd comfort in that.
There was also an odd comfort in the wand stuck in his back pocket. Harry was getting lazier and lazier about carrying the hawthorn wand, but today had been one of those days when he remembered and felt better having the bit of wood close at hand. He didn't know if it would do any good here -- wherever here was -- but he reached behind him to finger the handle as he cautiously exited the room.
A child's bedroom, by the look of things.
"...Hello?" he tried, calling down the hall.