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WHO: Tony, and YOU
TONE: Confused and adventuours
RATING: PG
WHEN: December 1st through 3rd
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
WHAT: Tony's woken up 5 years old, in a place he's never been before.
NOTE: Tony is going to be all over the place, so let me know where you've come across him.

Waking up. Tony finds himself in bed with somebody else. Sitting up Tony looks around the room then he stares at the older boy for a second before patting his face.

"Hey? Hey?"

What he doesn't know, is that the boy he's patting is Bruce.

After a while he finds himself away from Bruce and is exploring Hogwarts, looking to see what kind of place this is and what he can get up to.

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We're in the middle of the countryside kid, no Burger Kings or McDonalds anywhere. That being said, we get some pretty good chipolatas and pancakes at breakfast. Come on, put this on.

[Holds out the sweater to Tony.]

Really? Wow, that's just boring.

[Tony walks past him, just ignoring the sweater and heads to the door.]

Can I have Ice cream with my pancakes? Because that would be great.

[He opens the door then looks back at Bruce expectantly.]

Waiting on you.

Doubtful - the school tries to give us a healthy diet. [Drily, crossing arms and still holding the sweater.] And we're not going until you put the sweater on.

Pancakes and ice cream are healthy. That's bread and milk. When you think about it.

[His shoulders sag and he pouts a little.]

But I don't need it. I'm not cold.

[Tries the cute five year old angle.]

Yeah, and a whole lot of sugar. [Chuckles.] But I'm pretty sure there'll be pancakes and syrup. Oh, and bacon.

[Nope, that cute five year old angle ain't gonna cut it.]

Come on, I don't want you getting pneumonia or something like that. [Holds sweater out.]

Oh! I really like bacon. Well if I have to compromise, bacon and pancakes are it.

[He huffs at him.]

But I don't get sick. It's against the constitution for me to get sick.

[He whines s little. as he makes an attempt to shuffle out the door.]

You're not in America, Tony, the same rules don't apply here. [Comes up close and pushes sweater down on his head.]

Come on, the sooner you have that on the sooner we can be done with Miss Maryam or whoever's available and then get breakfast.

Of course they d-Hey! st-hmmrph!!

[Cue the 5 year old trying to escape the evils of sweater confinement. Wiggling about and trying to squat down to get away from Bruce. He too busy sounding indignant and betrayed to reply to anything else said.]

[Unfortunately for Tony, Bruce is used to dealing with all manner of wriggling brats, like the usual Tony, so he just soldiers on until he's got the sweater on the kid properly.]

[He continues to squirm and complain until he's sweatered up. Where he just gives Bruce an indignant look.]

You know. You're really not fun right now. And I'm pretty sure that was against the Geneva Convention.

[Smiles wryly and rolls his eyes.]

I don't think the Geneva Convention is going to be on my case about keeping one billionaire kid from getting pneumonia. Now come on, we're just going to stop by one of the school staff member's office to see what's what and then we'll get breakfast.

I'm not going to get pneumonia. Because I never get sick.

[He doesn't move]

Why do we have to go there? Worried about an test or something?

We're going to talk to them to see if they know why you're here instead of back home because you definitely weren't kidnapped here.

[Pushes him gently out the door.]

[Curls his shoulders in and sulks as he's pushed out]

I'm not a package, no one signed for me and put me in that bed.

I don't think.

[Tony he will pick you up if you keep fighting you brat.]

Maybe a stork grabbed you by mistake and delivered you to the wrong address.

[Tony looks up at him looking indignant]

I'm not a baby! I'm five and six months old. I can start elementary next year.

[He huffs at Bruce. Now refusing to move again.]

That's why I said 'by mistake', boy genius.

[Nudges back.]

Don't make me carry you.

Storks don't even deliver babies. Doctors do.

[Yeah, not moving. He's in sulk mode.]

Where do you think the storks carrying babies myth came from? Wizards used to use them to deliver adopted newborns to their parents in the old days. Occasionally the kids got dropped in cabbage patches too by accident.

[Sighs and picks him up, slinging him over a shoulder.] Way to make me feel like a kidnapper, Tony.

Well that's stu- Hey!

[Tony flails about as he's hefted up. However he does cling to Bruce's shirt so his flailing doesn't make him fall.]

Well you aren't, because you're doing it wrong!

No kidding, maybe I should've tied you up and gagged you.

[Only teasing, as is shown through his light tone of voice, and he takes Tony to the Hospital Wing.]

Hey! No fair threatening that!

[He goes back to wiggling and squirming]

I don't want to gooo!

[Tickles as he keeps walking.]

Hey, come on, you're the one who wanted breakfast remember? After we're done meeting this professor we can go eat.

[He squeals with laughter and squirms more.]

Argh! No! That's cheating, no fair!

[Smiles at the laughing and stops tickling but still walking.]