#event03.

“ you know, that tree has a nasty habit of hurting people. ” glancing up from a worn out book, a hint of a smile on her features. sitting on a rock several ways from the infamously known whomping willow already having witnessed it’s severity. closing the book, she placed it on her lap while squinting as the sun hit her face. face contorted momentarily as a burst of confusion appeared, “ so does the forest, if that happened to peak your interest as well. ” not sure how she knew this information, perhaps she read it somewhere ?? that was the only logical explanation.

REFLEXES — engrained within the medulla, well, at least she remembered a fuzzy memory of hearing it be referred to as such. then again, the high school days and college ones were out of grasp. which seemed a bit on the pessimistic side for someone only at the age of twenty-two, and fresh off the bus from defeating a first evil literally. maybe there was irony in being placed into an altered mind frame ; how else can this be explained, if not for some witch doing wacky spells ?? the only option aside from that could be a demon which begged the question of where the traps were. “ stupid wand. ” the slayer said, shaking the wand in the air. frustration seeping through her pores at another failed attempt at a spell. “ you don’t think, uh, we’ll be graded on this, do you ?? ” questioning the nearest person.

slayer strength seemed to be non existent ; fear , an aching pain of remembering a familiar time where the same symptoms had prepared to show. the face of the council, head of council actually : quentin trevors. someone who inevitably and tragically perished along with the rest of the council during the firsts attacks, but beforehand they placed her under a dangerous test. this couldn’t be what was happening, could it ?? besides, there is no possible way they could have created a magical world and gave her willow-y type powers - right ?? her facial expressions sunk while trying to make sense of the situation.  “ if only dawn were here to make some harry potter reference. ”

hogwarts ; every kids dream school, well, up until they grew up and realized how dangerous it must have been during harry’s time. but even clary had to admit, receiving the chance to be in a fictional world seemed mind-blowing, and it was. never did she expect to be sorted into a house or even have magical abilities involving a wand. this was all too surreal to the point where a part of her imagined waking up and finding out it was all a dream. a thought she wouldn’t dwell on unless necessary, enjoying each moment seemed to be priority for the redhead. “ hey !! ” calling out to the first person she was. “ do you want to see if we can find hagrid’s hut ?? ”

“ I did not mean to disturb you. ” tone soft, yet laced with a certain hardness to which he had formed during his human and vampire life. pausing, staring in the direction of a young woman who had delicate facial features; warmth. at least at first glance that is what he had imagine when approaching, but it wouldn’t be the first time where his judgement was astray. “ do you mind if I sit ?? ” shifting towards a wooden bench ( how ironic ) and sitting down almost as effortlessly as he would if not riddled with magic ; the inability to be what he was cursed as.

words could not express the emotions which were being felt by the former commander as they were just as foreign to her as the place. staying on top of any and all possible threats had been a priority, and it seemed studies of sorts were being forced as a law. there could be no other explanation for the witchcraft or rather long talks about thing’s of which she did not understand. was this what the world had been like before the nuclear war ?? no, that could not be it. lexa had grabbed the first sword which presented itself to her and had been searching for a means of escape. “ if you wish to fight, show yourself. ” extending out the sword, always prepared for any attack ; as a commander and night blood she had to be.

browned leaves crunched beneath black heels as the original searched throughout the surrounding grounds for any sort of clue. by now, one would assume people would have the sense to know the mikaelson clan were not to be trifled with. sure the council had been able to get their little human paws on her during a moment of pure weakness ; well not so much as weakness, more along the lines of being caught off-guard during a quarrel with a salvatore. the feelings of bullets piercing her skin never ceased to become bearable despite the amount of times felt, especially when the wooden ones hit her heart. a low sigh escaped at the mere thought of events before being relocated to two different places without so much as a breather. rebekah felt every right to be irritated ; boiling from her own pain, upset by some other being taken away the powers which she possessed for a millenia. “ bloody hell. ” she stated, pausing in her tracks and being pulled from deep thought. silently cursing the inability to be able to sense when someone had been within a certain distance. a roll of the eyes ; proceeding to stroll forward a few steps, plumped lips remaining in a slight frown. “ beg your pardon. ” words coming out in a sassy manner, “ perhaps you can be helpful and give me a hint as to who’s teeth need to be pulled for answers around here. ”

surreal ; the only word to describe the experience, walking around the world of harry potter seemed to dreamlike for it to be truly happening. the detective wracked her mind for an explanation, anything to prove she wasn’t losing her mind. that’s what this all was, wasn’t it ?? she couldn’t possibly be experiencing an actual magical world with having powers, that was ridiculous. “ getting sorted into a house. ” she began to mutter out loud without realizing it. too far into her own mind and the distractions which surrounded her to really take full notice. “ why wouldn’t they make me a professor ?? none of this is not normal. ”