Jumping Time (Open RP, Eleventh Doctor)
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hh_mirrorHogwarts, it turned out, was almost an interesting place in itself to make up for not being able to jet off into the universe at will.
The library, for example, wasn't nearly as vast as the Doctor's (or other planetary libraries he'd visited) but was charmingly exclusive on certain subjects, and very involved where those subjects were concerned. The restricted section especially had been an experience.
Even better, the ceiling of the Great Hall. He had spent hours one day just laying on a table, staring at it, watching magically-induced clouds drift between the hall's pillars.
But even with those lovely things, absolutely nothing in this world compared to the endless fun inherent with the moving staircases. Finding all kinds of secret rooms, forgotten halls, and classrooms full of students who'd just gone in because they couldn't get to the floor they wanted provided so much marvelous stimuli that even he was starting to get exhausted.
And to that end, he was taking his careful time going down one staircase that seemed to react to the climber's speed, when everything happened.
No, really. Everything happened. Bad dreams lizardpeople pandorica soccer pandorica River Amy Rory centurion plastic centurion married time blue box old new and...
He absolutely had to find a fez right now. It would help if he found a way to climb back onto the stairs proper. Time had happened in such a sudden rush that he'd been knocked over the side of the staircase by the force of it, dangling now from an awkward handhold - part of the railing - and looking very far down past his feet.
He looked around, hoping for a little help.
The library, for example, wasn't nearly as vast as the Doctor's (or other planetary libraries he'd visited) but was charmingly exclusive on certain subjects, and very involved where those subjects were concerned. The restricted section especially had been an experience.
Even better, the ceiling of the Great Hall. He had spent hours one day just laying on a table, staring at it, watching magically-induced clouds drift between the hall's pillars.
But even with those lovely things, absolutely nothing in this world compared to the endless fun inherent with the moving staircases. Finding all kinds of secret rooms, forgotten halls, and classrooms full of students who'd just gone in because they couldn't get to the floor they wanted provided so much marvelous stimuli that even he was starting to get exhausted.
And to that end, he was taking his careful time going down one staircase that seemed to react to the climber's speed, when everything happened.
No, really. Everything happened. Bad dreams lizardpeople pandorica soccer pandorica River Amy Rory centurion plastic centurion married time blue box old new and...
He absolutely had to find a fez right now. It would help if he found a way to climb back onto the stairs proper. Time had happened in such a sudden rush that he'd been knocked over the side of the staircase by the force of it, dangling now from an awkward handhold - part of the railing - and looking very far down past his feet.
He looked around, hoping for a little help.
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