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Days, maybe, but as far as the Doctor was concerned, it could have been hours for all the attention he paid his immediate surroundings. His first goal, of course, had been to get outside as quickly as possible; the faintly Escheresque quality of the castle's interiors were disconcerting at best, and reminiscent of muddled times alongside. The grounds and surrounding lands, though still unfamiliar, were far more welcoming to his senses.

Even if the populace wasn't.

Nothing like pursuit by an impressive assortment of intriguing creatures to get the hearts in shape and the mind sorted out, apparently. Perhaps he'd go back and make peace with them later.

Having escaped barely unscathed and with a distressing handful of tearing and stains on his coat, the Doctor decided that perhaps exploring the castle itself would be a good idea after all. After being sidetracked frequently by a number of talking paintings (some indignant, of course, upon having their basis of existence challenged and their frames prodded in search of transmission devices) and strange visions (also indignant upon being told to return to their proper energy planes, because, of course, ghosts don't exist), he'd managed to acquire a room of his own somehow, where his coat rested until he could learn to mend it himself, and his hat kept it company. He then got himself more or less directed to the library, where he spent what most humans would consider an embarrassing amount of time simply getting lost among the rows. He didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed to find no direct references to his presence or influence in the immediately available historical documents, though this Merlin fellow sounded somewhat familiar. Better to pursue that concept later on, though.

With better footing after that, despite how few familiar subjects he could find amidst the archives, the Doctor set to work educating himself about his surroundings. It wouldn't be fair, would it, to condemn the place for the intentions of a few denizens, and wouldn't it be his luck to land here in some other time zone by courtesy of the TARDIS? Earth itself had been a prison for a time, after all, and he loved it no less than he had before his sentence.

And so it was that now, some several days after his release, the Doctor could be found at a massive reading table, surrounded by codices of theory, numerology, defence, herbal maintenance and utility, potions and the like, nearly hidden behind the stacks with his nose buried in Hogwarts, A History. He'd decided several times over to stop and seek out a cup of tea, but he could never tear himself away from a good story.
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"Come on," came an almost-but-not-quite irritated voice from some unknown point in the sorting room, followed by the beginning of a long-suffering sigh. This was truncated, however, by a thump: and this thump, strangely enough, originated from a mass of beige appearing quite against his will in the room and promptly stumbling over a chair with a startled grunt. "Hello!" he sputtered, scrambling for the hat that rolled away, and then... he noticed his surroundings.

He scrambled up and spun around. This wasn't Androzani Minor, and the TARDIS wasn't where he'd just walked out of. If that had been walking at all, of course.

"Hello, there!" he called again, more confidently. "I don't know what you're playing at, but I assure you that I mean no harm, and neither does the young friend of mine you've just..." He trailed off as a piece of parchment shimmered into existence on a nearby table, along with a quill. That wasn't right at all. Usually someone would appear and begin making demands or boasting about their perfect evil plan right about now. Or at least point a weapon at him; he was rather more accustomed to that, really.

He snatched up the parchment and pulled a pair of half-moon spectacles from a coat pocket, donning them to inspect the document. This was followed by a rather anticlimactic "...oh."

At least it isn't Daleks this time. )


~*OOC*~
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. -Doc
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. -Doc
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. -Doc
One day, marmalade will rule the world. My vote is for clotted cream, actually. -Doc

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