[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.]
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.]