Open RP: Henry in the library.

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

Camilla had warned him about the dog-Latin he would have to endure if he wanted to find any spells here. And yet he's ploughing through several books, snorting incredulously at points, it's true--but still reading them.

It seems his intent is to learn all the spells in the Hogwarts library by rote. He hasn't even got a wand yet. He is, however, making notes with a very expensive-looking pen, pages upon pages of cramped handwriting.

His eyes hurting him a tad, Henry Winter takes off his glasses and idly looks up, to see if anybody else is around.

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[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

'Really? My own journey was fairly solitary,' he says with some chagrin. 'Were they helpful to you at all?'

[aquilus-albel.livejournal.com]

A fair few. Some others were simply in the way. Sometimes aggressively so. *Where "aggressively" is defined as "waving around an energy whip, laser sword, and/or gigantic rocket launcher".*

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

'Tiresome, then,' he comments, hiding a smile. 'How long did you spend there?'

[aquilus-albel.livejournal.com]

Long enough for my tastes. Frankly, the town was nearly driving me insane. No one ever reacted rationally to anything. *Translation: "My very presence didn't cause everyone to flee in abject terror."*

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

'That is generally why they are 'other worlds',' Henry points out, edging towards his book again. Is there a spell for finding out what world you were in?

[aquilus-albel.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Spoiler warning on the off chance you particularly care about not finding out how the game Albel's from ends.))

Hopefully, this world isn't a game.

((Yes, Albel knowing he's a character in the Eternal Sphere video game is canon at any point after he's gone there.))

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

Henry looks slightly amused.

'What's hope got to do with it?'

[aquilus-albel.livejournal.com]

I suppose you have a point.

*Albel smirks at a memory. I'll have to go back to Sphere one of these days and see how badly I scare that fop with the whip... Belzeber, that was his name.*

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

Henry sits again, opening his book. 'I find I rarely speak if I do not, Albel.'

[aquilus-albel.livejournal.com]

I wish I could say the same for some people of my acquaintance.

I must be going. It's been nice meeting you, Henry. *And there he goes.*