04-13-2014, 10:38 AM
It had taken a small amount of time before Proto Man and Samus had gotten Harry to realize that they could summon things that had wings. The effort for the wizard to wrap his head around that was helped by the arrival of a large yellow bird that really didn't look like it ought to be able to fly but did so anyway. This was Proto Man's mount. They both took off, Harry astride a griffon since a Y-wing was out of the question apparently. The pair flew for a time, before a floating island came into sight over the horizon. Proto Man pointed to it. "That's it, Harry." The wizard was a bit busy questioning how massive the energy expenditure required to keep this thing in the air was. He snapped out of his reverie long enough to thank Proto Man as the android flew away, then flew towards the city, which actually had a decent number of flying animals with riders circling it.
He tried to land on one of the streets, but that hadn't worked too awfully well and the city's police shouted him towards the east side of the city, with actual stables for horses, griffons, and hippogriffs. The fact that he'd summoned something from Faerie without its Name and it hadn't bitten his head off was shocking enough, but there were enough around that they had stables? He tried to pay the stable hand in US Dollars from his pocket, but the kid looked distinctly confused. "Are you a new Prime here, sir?" Harry sighed, accepting the worthless currency back. "Is it that obvious? Nevermind, don't answer that." The lad chuckled at that, stopping midsentence. Harry went on his way, assured that the griffon would be no trouble and he was "fine".
The city of Dalaran was rather expansive, and magic filled every corner. Entire shops were dedicated to potion ingredients, which looked cliche as all hell in some cases and in others looked as though their owners had started collecting quite literally everything and anything they could and putting it up for sale. Harry made a note of the shops of the latter kind; they were the real good ingredient stops. Other stores sold magically-enchanted toys, which Harry was mildly impressed by but mainly found to be a waste of time and effort. Magic wasn't a game, and shouldn't be treated as such. He strolled around the city, feeling eyes of people in robes pressing on him and his duster-clad self like he was the one dressed strangely. Which, come to think of it, he was.
The wizard found himself standing in front of an impressive building that called itself the mages' college, which Harry found simply astonishing. Never in his home world had wizards been so open. Well, he had, but nobody took you seriously when you put an ad in the Yellow Pages as a professional wizard. He knocked on the doors with his staff and was answered by a harried-looking girl in brown robes who demanded to know what he wanted. "I need to speak with a wizard about this world." The girl sighed. "New here?" Something in Harry chafed at being talked down at by someone wearing apprentice's robes, but he nodded, responding in the most sarcastic manner deemed appropriate by his conscience at the time. "I'm trying to find out how to put an ad in ye olde Yellow Pages." It was the apprentice's turn to look irritated, but she was smart enough to catch the sarcasm. She stepped back and opened the door, allowing Harry to enter but not inviting him in. It was with a great amount of trepidation that he stepped through the door, but the college hadn't had a threshold to block his magic. She directed him up and down several flights of stairs to a particular office, and told him to follow her directions exactly. Harry, being stubborn, decided to cut out the extra five flights up and down and just stop at the floor he needed. He regretted that when he lost sight of the staircase. There was nothing to guide him except paintings and doors, so he didn't stop walking. He'd have to at least find a staircase to get back to the ground floor and start over. The interior of this place was almost supernaturally confusing. He just hoped he'd find this Dumbledore person's office. He needed to find out if the White Council was a presence here, or what the governing body of wizards was if the Council wasn't. The last thing Harry wanted was another Doom of Damocles hanging over his neck.
He tried to land on one of the streets, but that hadn't worked too awfully well and the city's police shouted him towards the east side of the city, with actual stables for horses, griffons, and hippogriffs. The fact that he'd summoned something from Faerie without its Name and it hadn't bitten his head off was shocking enough, but there were enough around that they had stables? He tried to pay the stable hand in US Dollars from his pocket, but the kid looked distinctly confused. "Are you a new Prime here, sir?" Harry sighed, accepting the worthless currency back. "Is it that obvious? Nevermind, don't answer that." The lad chuckled at that, stopping midsentence. Harry went on his way, assured that the griffon would be no trouble and he was "fine".
The city of Dalaran was rather expansive, and magic filled every corner. Entire shops were dedicated to potion ingredients, which looked cliche as all hell in some cases and in others looked as though their owners had started collecting quite literally everything and anything they could and putting it up for sale. Harry made a note of the shops of the latter kind; they were the real good ingredient stops. Other stores sold magically-enchanted toys, which Harry was mildly impressed by but mainly found to be a waste of time and effort. Magic wasn't a game, and shouldn't be treated as such. He strolled around the city, feeling eyes of people in robes pressing on him and his duster-clad self like he was the one dressed strangely. Which, come to think of it, he was.
The wizard found himself standing in front of an impressive building that called itself the mages' college, which Harry found simply astonishing. Never in his home world had wizards been so open. Well, he had, but nobody took you seriously when you put an ad in the Yellow Pages as a professional wizard. He knocked on the doors with his staff and was answered by a harried-looking girl in brown robes who demanded to know what he wanted. "I need to speak with a wizard about this world." The girl sighed. "New here?" Something in Harry chafed at being talked down at by someone wearing apprentice's robes, but he nodded, responding in the most sarcastic manner deemed appropriate by his conscience at the time. "I'm trying to find out how to put an ad in ye olde Yellow Pages." It was the apprentice's turn to look irritated, but she was smart enough to catch the sarcasm. She stepped back and opened the door, allowing Harry to enter but not inviting him in. It was with a great amount of trepidation that he stepped through the door, but the college hadn't had a threshold to block his magic. She directed him up and down several flights of stairs to a particular office, and told him to follow her directions exactly. Harry, being stubborn, decided to cut out the extra five flights up and down and just stop at the floor he needed. He regretted that when he lost sight of the staircase. There was nothing to guide him except paintings and doors, so he didn't stop walking. He'd have to at least find a staircase to get back to the ground floor and start over. The interior of this place was almost supernaturally confusing. He just hoped he'd find this Dumbledore person's office. He needed to find out if the White Council was a presence here, or what the governing body of wizards was if the Council wasn't. The last thing Harry wanted was another Doom of Damocles hanging over his neck.
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