Holiday Ghost Event: Baby Britain

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WHO: Everyone, affected and not
TONE: Confused and Juvenile
RATING: PG; THEY'RE BABIES
WHEN: December 1st through 3rd
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
WHAT: Due to visiting holiday ghosts, some students and staff find themselves living in the past...and a great deal younger than they're used to. But not all of them, so I hope they know how to babysit!
NOTE: This signals the event start. Use any posting format you want, and feel free to post about this as well on these weird cool journals your younger!character just found!

Comments

[playssoldier]

Hmm. Harry is pretty dumb sometimes. She never lets me have the top bunk.

How does your dad make magic? Isn't magic just... dunno... magic?

[arrogantalloy]

You have a bunk bed? I've never had a bunk bed before. What's it like?

He makes it with his wand, how else would he make magic? I'd prove it's real. But I'm not old enough to use it yet.

[He rolls his eyes and pulls another face, because he doesn't like being told he can't do things.]

[playssoldier]

It's pretty cool, except when your dumb big sister refuses to let you sleep in the top bunk. She doesn't know that I climb up there and jump around when she's at school, though.

Does he pull rabbits out of hats?

[arrogantalloy]

So then,you remake the bed, huh? Other wise she'd know, right?

[Tony raises an eyebrow at John's question.]

I guess he would if there was one in there. But why would there be a rabbit in his hat? That a dumb place to have a rabbit.

[playssoldier]

Nah, Harry never makes her bed. She says she does but mum and dad don't bother looking up there to check.

That's what people who do magic do, though. Pull rabbits out of hats, saw ladies in half, pull really long strings of bandanas out of their sleeves. That kinda thing.

[arrogantalloy]

Wow. And I thought I got away with everything.

That's no magic. That's just silly tricks muggles do. We do real magic.

[playssoldier]

Get away with stuff like what?

And what's a muggle? I've never heard that word before.

[arrogantalloy]

Like everything. [He gives John, 'duh' face] Like I get to play with muggle computers and build what ever I want. I could even throw paint everywhere and never get told off by my mom or dad.

[He hasn't thrown paint ever. But he's pretty sure if he did, no one would care.]

Well dad calls for mom or Jarvis whenever I'm near him, so I don't think that counts as being told off.

[The explination to come is said simply, he's not belittling or teasing John for not knowing/believing. Just saying it as if it's fact. Because it is.]

You're a muggle. Muggles are people who don't have magic, and think it's fake. Or not real in the first place, which is dumb because it is.

[playssoldier]

Jarvis? If he's your brother or something, he's got a funny name.

[John looks confused; his over-sized robes had begun to slide off him more, so he gathers them up again.]

So there are people who can do magic, and the ones that can't are muggles? If I'm a muggle, what am I doing around all this weird magic stuff?

[arrogantalloy]

[He shakes his head]

Nope, he's my butler. It's his last name too.

Dunno, maybe you have magic too? Some muggles get to have magic because they're special or something.

[Tony gives a shrug then looks at Johns clothes.]

Why are you wearing that when it's way too big?

[playssoldier]

Wow, never met anyone rich enough to have a butler before. I thought they were all old-timey and nobody actually had them anymore.

[John shrugs, and the motion has him desperately gathering the clothes to his frame again.]

Dunno! The last thing I remember I was in bed wearing my regular pajamas, and then suddenly I was here in these weird clothes that are way too big. If I could do magic, the first thing I'd do is fix that, that's for sure.

[arrogantalloy]

Lots of people back home have butlers, but none of them are like Jarvis.

[Tony almost laughs at the struggle]

Same with me. Except Bruce shrunk down his friends clothes for me. What you need is a Bruce. We can't do magic till we're in school. It's a rule, a stupid rule.