Raistlin Majere ((unpopcorning, canon update))

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((Bringing Raistlin back with a canon update to boot! And one of these days, his mun will learn how to format on the first damn try!))

A man in black robes staggered to his feet outside of the popcorn room, clearly disoriented. He snarled a word of magic, creating a thrumming wave of energy that surrounded him like a shield. Raistlin Majere, Master of the Tower of High Sorcery, had returned to Hogwarts. The mage looked down at his robes, jet black and normally of the softest fabric, trimmed in ornate silver runes now sodden with grease. He plucked at a sleeve with with an expression of disgust.

He was back. Raistlin tore his hood back and gave an inarticulate scream of rage. He had passed through Shoikan Grove unharmed and claimed the Tower of High Sorcery as his own, all of it’s secrets and magic were his. The spellbooks of Fistandantilius were his, he was learning the most powerful secrets of arcane magic. Yet the magic of this school had pulled him back against his will.

His spell components were ruined, but he could call on enough magic to burn the grease from his robes. Anyone passing by would see a cranky looking wizard standing in the hallway, smoking.

 

escape from the Sorting Room ((closed for Rory, Amy and the Doctor))

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So, Rory was in Gryffindor. House of the brave (and the matchmakers, apparently). Part of him was flattered, even if the decision had been made by a sentient and very disturbing piece of headgear.

And he was out of that room. He leaned against the wall for a moment, with a deep sigh of relief. Now all he had to do was find Amy and the Doctor. And find out where Gryffindor House was, and the Hospital Wing, and where to get a magic wand...

Before those last two, though, he was going to wash his hair a lot. He reached up and touched it, gingerly. Rory had no idea what 'hattergroit' was, or if it could affect humans, but he wasn't taking any chances.