#writerreckless

Regina thought this might possibly be, if not the worst, then the most absurd world a magic bean had ever dropped her into. Aside from the fact, the solitary bean she had managed to get a hold of was meant to get her home and not be corrupted into taking on some little detour, the place it had landed her in was just...well, it was just ridiculous. Regina kept her hands on her hips as she looked around her in disbelief at magic (oh yes, at least there was that in this world) being cast using stick things. Well, they were wands, but internally Regina just absolutely refused to call them that. The only wand she had ever seen used in her world had looked a lot more impressively designed then these bits of wood the children were waving around like conducting an orchestra. 

And that was another thing: where exactly were the adults?

“Oh God it’s a school,” She realised aloud, a small laugh if disbelief coming through her words, “A school for magic. This is--” She put a hand on the shoulder of the nearest child, “Where am I? What is this place,” Regina gestured around her with one hand, “called?”

“maybe you think this is going to be fun, but I doubt it’ll be.” said scott, glasses on as he checked around. he was wearing a suit, and while it looked perfectly on him ─ and marked his physique in a rather unfair way ─ it still felt unnatural. he was far more used to regular clothes, jeans, leather, stuff that he could wear to impress and get people he didn’t think should be near away. but an invitation was an invitation, and he couldn’t say no to a party when it was asked with such a particular insisting way. plus, he would never want to disappoint a friend in need.

“I think that’s the sound of my patience pouring away,” Regina retorted, before she realised that, actually, there was a noise being made. “Wait, no, I do hear something…” She held up her hand, indicating for the person beside her to not make a single sound, and craned her head, trying to hear it a little better, but it was too distance and too infrequent. Holding her breath, Regina waited for the noise to come again, before something eventually broke the silence: the sound of her companion’s stomach growling.

Regina rolled her eyes and looked at them with the same unimpressed expression she had given Henry when he was five and found a farting joke funny. “It’s your stomach. You can’t seriously be that hungry? It sounds like a dragon roaming around in a cave”

He was no stranger to the unusual-- it seemed a daily occurrence, his-- normal. But then he supposed everything in this world was a great deal more peculiar than most of it openly recognized. “I won’t say it’s strange-- ‘cause I know strange, but I can’t say I’m sure I know how to help...” He pauses, his shoulders rising in a shrug, licking his lips and canting his head to the side. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t try.”

Porferio sat on a high stump, legs swinging as he listened to the sounds around him. The human world was so unfamiliar, and he enjoyed learning and observing. 

    “𝓐re you going to stand there all day or are you going to say something?” Alistair spat as he asked the other the question. Even if he himself hated conversations and preferred to people-watch... Having it done to him felt vastly different and even hated it. He was one that preferred to hide along the walls or even in the shadows rather than be the center of attention. 

    “𝓘’m not obligated to help you get back to the nearest town...” Alistair commented as he tried to walk away from the other person. He wasn’t interested in helping them, and in his eye, it was their own responsibility that they get back themselves. Or at least carry a compass.