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But...what about my potions exam?

Character(s): Remus Lupin and anyone who wants to run in to him.
Content: Remus arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Niflheim Gate and immediate area.
Time: Morning-ish? Week 23
Warnings: He's a werewolf, but you're not supposed to know that yet.

Remus Lupin did not expect to find himself where he currently was. His last memory was when he retreated towards the library in Hogwarts in attempt to get away from Severus, who apparently had too much fun harassing him about his…secret. When he opened the door however, it wasn’t the library.

Remus had walked into what seemed to be another world. He turned around to go back, but the door behind him had vanished! Instead, the only thing he could see was a beach. He turned back around to see what had been in front of him, and he saw a massive gate in which people could enter an even more massive dome. There was no telling how big it was, but it was certainly big enough to fit the entire school Hogwarts inside. Hesitating, Remus cautiously walked towards it, leaving his school books on the ground and reaching for his wand in his pocket.

As he approached the dome, he could see a line of people waiting to get inside. Still not sure of what was going on, Remus kept his wand in his hand, though he dropped his guard a bit. There didn’t seem to be any danger around, though looks can be deceiving. Attending a school for wizards had taught him that. Still, if Remus entered the city, he might find some information and get back to Hogwarts. He did have a potions exam today.
The line was moving quite fast, so it didn’t take Remus too long to get to the front. He was about to ask the plain-looking man with blond hair and blue eyes a question, but he was interrupted with, “Welcome to Paixao.” Pamphlets and a strange plastic devise were shoved in his hands, and he almost dropped his wand. Before he could recover himself, he was pushed inside the city.

“Paixao?” That name definitely didn’t ring any bells. He looked around, but wasn’t sure what to do or where to go. All he knew was that he was lost, and that he would probably miss his potions exam later that afternoon…

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"I take it you are new here," a friendly voice suddenly called not too far away from Remus. Braska offered a small smile and took a few steps closer to the boy. "The first few days here are often rather confusing, although I am sure you've already received a taste of that with your welcome."

"I am Braska," he said wit ha small, polite bow. "If you would like, I could try and explain a little bit of what's going on?"

Remus slowly turned to face the person speaking to him. He had been distracted by the structure of the huge dome above him, and it took him a second to register that someone had been talking to him.

"It would seem so. I'm Remus. It's nice to meet you." He would have extended his hand, but it seemed that the man in front of him came from a different culture, so Remus bowed as well. Besides, his hands were still full from the electronic device and all the papers and pamphlets that had been shoved his way.

"I think it would be fantastic if you told me what was going on. One second, I was at school, and now, I'm here!" Remus paused for a second. Was it possible for Severus to have made a portkey out of the door? Impossible. If he had, the door would have come with him, and not mysteriously vanished. Also, there was no way Severus had any idea that Remus would have walked through that specific door at that time, so his arrival to this Paixao place was still a mystery.

"It's what this place does," another voice answered. One moment you'd back at home - wherever home was - and the next you were somewhere else entirely. Not really the most fun of things, all told. But Squall figured he could at least help explain nonetheless.

There wasn't a lot else he needed to do at the moment, after all.

Braska turned at the sound of the second voice, and nodded in agreement with the man who had just arrived as he turned back toward Remus. He had thought he'd seen the young man's picture once before, likely on the journals, though he couldn't place exactly from what conversations. "I don't think anyone knows the truth of it, to be honest," he added. It wasn't entirely true, but that was more speculation than anything else. "It seems to happen in an instant, and then you cannot get back."

"But," he was quick to advise with a gentle smile, "there are many places around here you can stay in the meantime. A small consolation, but it is something. Luckily, the fee is extraordinarily cheap." He turned toward the other man again, giving him a chance to add in whatever came to his mind.

Well, at least the people here seemed nice enough, though the idea that Remus was stuck in a strange place for an unknown amount of time didn't sit well with him.

"Ah, I see. I guess it won't be too bad here then. Though, what kind of currency is used here?" He was hoping to hear the words knut, sickle, and galleon, as he didn't have anything else on him. In fact, he didn't have much wizard money on him at all anyway, so he might have to make do with a park bench. There was no reason to carry any money on you at Hogwarts, and the money Remus had in his pockets was left over from a Hogsmeade trip.

Remus also focused his attention on the newcomer. He had yet to state his name, and he seemed a little...dark, but not dangerous. At least, not at the moment. He seemed to know some things about this place as well.

It generally didn't sit well with anyone. People rarely wanted to be stuck anywhere.

"The shops will take anything shiny. It's pretty easy to pay for things." After all, given the state of the 'plants' around the place one could practically live of of nothing but that. More so if you could manage to transplant one - and it actually grew. But Squall hadn't ever really bothered to check. He'd leave that to someone else.

As for his name... that would probably have to be asked for, not so much because he didn't feeling like sharing it, but because he tended to forget the simpler nuances of conversation.

The money situation was convenient, but it remained one of the city's aspects that confused Braska. Maybe the payment was more formality than anything else. Or they were mimicking the people who appeared in their city? The people of Paixao were rather... simple, to say the least. He'd tried to be kind about it, but after so long in the city, Braska couldn't deny that fact anymore. Doing what everyone else was doing... seemed like something they would do.

"Many people recommend taking leaves off the trees," Braska said. "They don't take up much space and are fairly easy to find."

"Really?" Remus looked around at the plants, and finally realized that they really weren't plants. He walked over to one close by and inspected it. It was indeed shiny, like the dark guy had said, and he picked a leaf off of it and took a closer look before putting it in his pocket and returning to Braska and the the other guy.

"Wait, are all the plants like this? Where does the food come from? There is food, isn't there?" Remus knew he wouldn't like staying here against his will, but it would be awful if there wasn't food around. He was not going to let himself starve to death.

"There's food. No one knows where it comes from, though."

As far as he could tell, it just... sort of seemed to be there. The restaurants and stores managed to stay in business somehow and generally, people managed to live out their lives just fine. It was a strange thing, yes, but... strange was normal, here. Or more normal anyway.

That was one of the mysteries of Paixao that no one had quite figured out yet, and Braska wasn't entirely sure where to begin coming up with a hypothesis. It was easier, in the end, not to question it, at least for him. Maybe one of the other visitors to Paixao would figure out the answer soon enough.

"Is there anything else you needed to know?" Braska asked.

Remus took a second to think of anything else he really needed to know. With all these people here, there had to be accommodations, and if what these people were saying is true, then it wouldn't be a problem paying for such things as long as collected enough of the shiny fake leaves and flowers around town.

Well, there was one more question, but Remus couldn't get himself to ask it. If he did ask about places where he could isolate himself, he was sure that there would be questions from Braska and maybe even the dark guy about why he would need such a thing. Thus, he left the subject alone, and made sure to find a place himself. The full moon was close. Remus could already feel it's effects on him, as he wasn't feeling very well.

"Well, there is this." Remus held up the electronic journal. He knew it wasn't a magical item, but this sort of technology was unheard of in the nuggle world at the moment. He wasn't sure how to work such a thing, and even though he could probably figure it out himself without breaking it, he would still like someone to show him how it was used.

Well, that was at least easy enough to explain. Finding the proper way to explain it might take a little doing, but he could deal with that much.

"It's called a journal," he answered. "It's used to keep in touch with the other people in the city."

Really, it was nothing so much as a miniaturized computer, of sorts, but he'd learned that that really wasn't the best way to explain it. Not everyone was even familiar with computers, to say nothing of actually using them. It was a lot simpler to simple explain their function and how to get it on, and leave the rest to people's assumptions.

Unless, of course, they really wanted to know, but he'd cross that bridge when he got there.

"And it has a couple other uses, as well," Braska chimed in. "There is a map you can use to get around, and you can even use it to record your voice and have a conversation as though you were face to face." Something probably common enough for someone like Squall, but for Braska it was, even now, something fascinating. Something only capable in stories.

"You can either write or speak on a 'message board' or just to your own journal, but people can see either one. However, you can also 'lock' messages, which keeps other people from seeing them. It is an incredibly useful machina." He wondered whether or not he should stress the ability to lock posts a little more. With the Organization in the city, any little bit would help.

Remus eyed his new devise in a new light. It was like a telephone, except a lot more complicated. He couldn't imagine James or Sirius understanding such a thing at all. Knowing that it had the ability to do so many things had Remus overwhelmed a bit as well.

"I guess I'll just have to work with it." Remus pushed a button to turn it on, and he made it a mission to find the map, which he had a bit of trouble with at first, but soon got it to come up on the screen. "This is brilliant!"

Squall nodded at Braska's words. That was pretty much anything he would have mentioned if pressed for details on how it actually worked; anything else could be figured out easily enough. Including any particular mention of the fact that people could break into locks if they tried hard enough.

"That's probably the best way to learn. They're pretty hard to break."

Well. Provided you didn't try to use them for things they hadn't been made for anyway.

He couldn't help but smile at the boy's sudden enthusiasm. Braska supposed it was something Remus didn't have a lot of where he came from, either. He could understand that sort of excitement, though he saw none of the trepidation Braska himself had had when he had first begun to use the journals.

But such was the result of growing up in a land like Spira.

Remus fiddled around with the journal a bit more, then remembered that he was still holding a conversation.

"Thanks for your help." He really didn't have much else to say, and he was anxious to find a place to stay. Whether or not Braska or the dark man offered to help didn't concern him. He was sure he could find some place on his own, and if what they said about payment was true, then he would have no problem affording it after running around the place a bit and gathering up some leaves and flowers.

"Don't worry about it," Squall answered, with something that was almost a smile.

He didn't mind helping out, really. It gave him something to do and it got his mind off his own problems, if only for a brief moment. But a brief moment was still better than nothing, no matter how short it was.

"If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to ask. There were still quite a few things about the city Remus would have to learn, but he must have already gone through enough excitement for the day.

((Augh, it's so short.... I'm sorry. DX))

Remus smiled. This place was odd, and he might not know the way back to Hogwarts, but at least he had already found some kind enough people to help him out. "I'll keep that in mind." Remus bowed towards Braska, and nodded towards the dark man.

"Well, I'm off to explore. You can come with me if you like, but I don't think I need an escort."

"I think I'll pass," Squall answered.

He knew enough about the city as it was, and it had long since stopped holding any mysteries for him. So unless Remus needed a tour guide - and that looked rather unlikely just at the moment - there wasn't any real need for him to come. He could always find something else to occupy his time with.

Braska thought for a moment and finally shook his head. If Remus was sure he would be able to get around on his own, Braska was sure he would be all right. "I should head back," he replied with a small, apologetic smile.

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But...what about my potions exam?

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ffff sorry for lateness, I forgot to track. DX

Is ok :D

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Is ok. I can still work off of it. <3

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