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The Doctor hadn't always loved Halloween, but on those worlds that celebrated it (or something like it) he definitely tried to join in the fun, if there was nothing overtly intent on re-enacting a favorite horror film but with real knives instead of rubber props. He supposed at Hogwarts there was no danger of this (and even if there was, the danger was minimized) and thus strolled confidently over the grounds, rambling until he came to a pile of rather gorgeous pumpkins. He stared at them a minute, then at the door they framed. A sign read:

Pumpkins, free to a good carver.

Candy within, Trick-or-Treaters welcome.

Any tricks resulting in broken glass will be met with a boot up someone's back end.

The last bit, he noted, was scrawled rather hastily in something that his mind wanted to read as Japanese, but his eyes were registering as English. The rest was in big, spiky, dramatic handwriting, with bats, cats, and pumpkins scribbled all over the place. It very nearly covered a plaque that read 'Professor Minaminaminamino." What a name. He grinned and ducked in.

( He realized what the sign meant about the boots when he saw the young girl sitting at one table. )

_{((OOC: I suck at making things short. Specify if you want River, Eleventy, or Kurama to play with, or be surprised <3 ))}

Hogwarts, 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.