ofhopeandglory: (Rule Britannia; Britannia rules the wave)
[England is having a very weird September day. Aside from the torrential wind and rain up and down the country for a start, the community - after a seventy-year absence - has whirled back into his life in the form of a virus that transported him to Hogwarts for a few days. As far as viruses go, not bad, but the shock of being reconnected still hasn't fully gone away, especially considering it's only been a few months or so for everyone else. Really, he's relieved everyone he knows is still there - since he's never lost his memories of the community after he was disconnected back in the middle of the war, he's deep down kept wondering if that meant there would be a small chance he could be connected up again one day.

Strange how the stupid thing grew on him like that.

There's also the small matter of the Eleventh Doctor turning up on the same day, and all the Harry Potter lot he knows are floating around now, but - well, that can wait. Right now, he's sat in front of the computer with a mug of tea, and judging by the couple of empties on the desk, it's not his first.]
ofhopeandglory: (Maybe I would have been)
[This was such a bad idea. But England had been in the proverbial situation of being stuck between a rock and a hard place, and this, in the long term, seemed like the lesser of the two evils. "This" being "having his arm twisted into having the Greek Goddess of Chaos over for dinner."

Bloody hell, this is why he doesn't go in for religion properly any more, not really.

So now he's sat in his house waiting for Eris to show up. What could possibly go wrong with this situation, really? :'D]
ofhopeandglory: (When all this actual life played out)
England was sitting in his living room, the laptop which he'd found in his house only a week ago perched on his knees. (He'd already tried putting it on the table and the arm of his chair, not really comfortable with balancing something on his knees, but it just wasn't easy to use in either of those places, so balancing it in its current position had to do.)

Asking for help from the community hadn't really been something he was completely happy with, but at the same time, he knew that it was probably for the best. He had a feeling that he would need to know how to lock certain things away from certain people very soon, after all. There was a feeling... well. He felt as if something was about to happen, and he wasn't about to wait to be caught out when that feeling was proved right.

He sighed slightly. He hoped that the boy who'd agreed to help him would be here soon. Apart from that he hoped that he really would be able to find the place without getting lost.

It was only when that thought had crossed his mind that he realised he'd never got his name.
ofhopeandglory: (Know the borderlines we drew between us)
[The street, as England had promised Hakuba it would be, was deserted that evening. Almost unnaturally so, for somewhere in London, where usually even the quietest streets had one or two people on them. But well... times had changed. Wars tended to do that to a city. Even one as busy as London was.

England stood on the corner of the street where he'd agreed to meet Hakuba and stared down the street. He had a good view of the entire street from here, but if he was honest with himself... he was more than a little apprehensive. Maybe this was all just a waste of time? And even if it wasn't... just what would a car supposedly from the future, appearing out of thin air, look like?

Good lord. He must really be out of his mind.]

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