Room 308, Tuesday after the meet and greet

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It feels like it has taken Hermione forever just to get to school and find her room. Hm. Smaller than the rooms at Hogwarts, but maybe she'll be able to get some actual work done here.

For now, she claims the farther bed, putting her things down before getting the notebook and pen from one of her bags and settling in to write.

Dear Headmaster,

OMGWTF.




Dear Harry,

You will never believe this. Cedric Diggory is here! He's seemingly alive and well and going to school here. He says that Dumbledore sent him here by Portkey and




Abruptly, Hermione stops writing. There has to be a better way to break the news to Harry, and she's still not exactly sure what's going on here. She'll worry about that a little later, and gets started on unpacking.


[The door is open, should people be overwhelmed like me in the welcome post, omg.]

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Alanna's view of where she was going was a bit blocked by the fridge she was floating in front of her. And the two rather full bags. And the floating candle. "Lyta?"

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"There's no Lyta here," says Hermione. "Are you lost?"

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Alanna cussed out in three different languages. "I'm not a new student! I'm just moving up two floors, damn it!" A light purple light sorrounded all of Alanna's belongings and they all floated behind her. "Hi, I'm Alanna, what room is this?"

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"Hermione," she introduces herself. "This is 308. At least, I think this is 308."

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"Pleasure to meet you. I was aiming for 326, but apparently didn't go nearly as far as I thought. Um, have any pressing questions about Fandom? I was on the Student Council both terms." Alanna did her best to actually smile and ignore the bouncing refrigerator behind her.

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Hermione looks interested. "There's a Student Council here?"

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Alanna nodded. "First term we had different positions, like I was co-Securities with Marty. Now we just have three representatives from each class."

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"Hm," she says. "What else do you have here?"

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"Hold on a sec." Alanna squinted at her things and sent them flying to room 326 with a wave of her hand. "Okay. Um, well, it depends on what you're interested in I guess. I was in the self-defense and fencing clubs last year. Oh! And sometimes vampires, snow monsters, and zombies attack. There's usually a party in the second floor common room and the library eats people. Any more specific questions?"

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She looks a little startled, and then what Alanna just did finally hits her. "Are you a witch?" she asks.

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"No, not quite." Alanna replies with a sigh. "I'm Gifted which is apprently like being a witch. Are you a witch?"

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"Yes," she says. "I saw some people from my old school here, but I didn't think there would be anyone else that could... Did you say zombies?"

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Alanna nodded. "Uh huh. Zombies. The general school rule is expect the unexpected. I swear by it. I'm not even from this world."

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Hermione takes a seat on what she's decided is her new bed, smiling. "Really. Where are you from?"

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"Tortall. It's uh...kind of like England I guess? But in the 14th century. Only cleaner and with magic. That's the best explanation I can give you, really. What about you?" Alanna leaned against the wall, careful to not stab herself with Lightning in the process.

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"England, actually," she answers. "Though I went to school in Scotland. There's magic still there, it's just not advertised."

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"I'm not from England." Alanna helpfully amended. "Just a country that has a similar government structure and feudal system as England of the fourteenth or so century. So basically you're from a version of this world?"

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"Yes," she says, "though apparently there's some strange time difference. One of my former classmates is now older than me."

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"Yeah, that happens. We have a classmate who is from a decade or so ago, I believe. And then a few classmates are from the future. Expect the unexpected and stock up on headache medicine." Alanna smiled at Hermione.

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"That is amazing," she says. "Is this place built on magical ground, or is there something else that causes it?"

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"Flying gremlins." Alanna said with a very straight face.

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"I've heard about the gremlins. I doubt that's it."

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"Probably not." Alanna admitted. "But the general idea is 'no clue."

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"There has to be an answer somewhere," Hermione replies. "There... is a library here, right?"

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"Special collections eats people." Alanna was feeling very helpful.

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"Oh." She nods. "So that's a yes?"

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Alanna nodded. "Yup, there's a library. Some students, myself included, have their own little libraries as well. Except Angel has mine right now and really needs to give it back before he leaves."

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Hermione's eyes widen. "Personal libraries?"

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Alanna took a tiny step back. "Well, um, I mean like they have more than twenty of their own books in their rooms. Not like huge libraries."

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"Oh," she says, a little disappointed.

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"What are you interested in reading about?"

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"Everything worth knowing, really," Hermione answers. "I'd especially like some information on the school. My old school had a very helpful book called Hogwarts, A History..."

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Alanna blinked. "So you want to know everything about everything?" She said very slowly. "And I don't think we have anything like that about Fandom. We're less than a year old."

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"Maybe in Special Collections," she says. "If it doesn't eat me."

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"Get a library card and a note from the teacher." Alanna suggested.

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"Any suggestions on the teachers?" she asks.

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"Um...um...um...The Tick?" Alanna vaguely suggested.

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"The... What?"

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"The Tick. He's the blue superhero who teaches here. He's really nice. Unlike say Rita Skeeter who needs to lay off of the alcohol."

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That gets an eyebrow raise. "Yes, saw her already. She ran away," she says.

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"It's not even the drinking so much as the allowing herself to be drunk on air. Why'd she run away?"

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"She and I have a history," says Hermione, who is definitely going to have to find out more about the 'drunk on air' part. "I don't mean to be rude, but I think I need to finish getting settled."

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"Not rude at all, I still need to unpack. And convince my cat not to take over the world. Have fun!" With a wave, Alanna headed down the hall to her own room.