#disapparition

He always felt first the clench of his heart and the catch in his throat before he registered the movement; eyes screwed tight and elbows tucked in, his breathing stuttered like a skipped stone before he felt it being sucked back into his body through his mouth: an oxygen mask purified to deprive him air, nose closing off like it had been pinched. And then the world dimmed like it had been shaded and reprocessed through a filter and it spun around and around, or perhaps he was the one spinning, and up was down and down was up left, right each direction so focused in each of their ways that he remained frozen as he traveled in place through air pockets until he vibrating, his body becoming part of it, a skyline below the sky as his molecules shifted and popped and stretched to enter new space.

part of me thinks (and hopes) that Amelia Earhart isn’t dead, just kinda Disapparated to another world.

Ooh golly, this one is pretty hard actually. I would have to say being an Animagus would be awesome. But also apparition/disapparition would be pretty cool, because it would pretty much be like teleporting, and with no payment for travel! If I was an animagus, I would love to be a bird so I could fly, or a horse so I could run fast, etc etc.

of course i do wish there wasn't the matter of splinching...