A Masterful Plan or just Pushing One's Luck?

"Domo arigato," Rei says, bowing slightly towards the barkeep after slapping down some gold coins (Aqualarian) to cover her tab for the refreshments she’d waved for....

Rei

Sigh, I had hoped that I could do it a different way here. As childish as it sounds I'd been having a bit of fun dodging all these Aurors (even IF they had the bad taste a few times there to interrupt me when I'd started to even THINK about fixing my Universal Translator). At the time I really did not want to talk with them for whatever reason they felt like hunting me for. Honestly, I had better things to do with my time than chitchat with them. Had sisters and companions to find and all that.

Imagine the . . . dismay I had to find I could not just fly away to some far off, remote place to hide away and make contact with them! Some kid of barrier or whatnot kept me from crossing a boundary so THAT meant I had to stick around.

So . . .I did. I did and did it in a place (after much effort to shake off those hunters) within this town nearby Hogwarts. Thank God for small miracles, that.

Yes, Roland was very correct in saying that Ka is like a wheel and in this case it seems to meant that with certain things of the multiverse we have things moving in slow, very tired circles indeed! Meaning that . . .my time I spent playing tourist back at that OTHER Hogwarts (on that pastiche Farscape/SG-1/Harry Potter Earth) is paying dividends with THIS pastiche Harry Potter/Neon Genesis Evangelion Earth.

Meaning that this pub is the perfect place for a young woman to hide in, disguised as an anonymous robed and hooded customer. No questions asked about you, even IF they hear you muttering to yourself (or actually the combadge I have on me).

However, I'm not going to risk trying rely overly on my knowledge of that other place (and what I'd read in those books). Try to waltz into where they keep the Floo Network (a bunch of magically interconnected fireplaces for magical travel) from that one place probably wouldn't work in this place. Might be in totally different locations. May lead to places I didn't intend to head towards. That and I really don't feel like getting all sooty from the fireplace ash, thanks.

Besides, the smart money would have all of those routes out of here covered, right? I'd be waltzing right into a trap, even IF I was invisible!

As for other means of travel to get OUT of here easily? Well, I cannot fly out of here on broomstick for the same reason why I cannot fly out on my wings! Besides. . . I hate those things. Very uncomfortable and I kept on getting splinters the last time. That and I do NOT want to be confused with a storybook witch. I am happy to be called a mage or a magic user.

Being called "witch" had been most . . . annoying whenever the Harry Potter types and me got together and . . .

Nevermind.

As for Apparition spells to get out of here? OH you must be kidding me! Never bothered learning it because it's . . . pointless. With the high tech effect on HP magic, you'd be risking much more than splinching. That is, being physically split between the origin and destination in a way that is reversible, magically. Oh, the results are a bit . . . messier. Deadly.

You risk being ripped into bloody chunks if you used Apparition to near a sufficiently high tech (ala Star Trek) device. Not a nice way to die and as such the use of the spell has fallen WAY out of favor, being that nobody as yet has found a way to work around the problem.

. . .

Prefer the Star Trekkers transporters myself, jokes about a movie called The Fly going around the 'Net about it nowadays aside.

That aside, too bad the pub wasn't dark enough for a young woman to work on her scrambled universal translator to rebuild it's operating system from the ground up. Sigh, there IS a quick fix for this problem, but honestly I'd . . . been hoping to avoid it.

Even after all this time I find I am . . . hesitant to use mind speak to speak to their's, mind to mind. Granted, it's not a phobia but that session I had with the 16th Angel (ala NGE) whilst being assimilated had left me . . . leery about such things.

Am only totally comfortable with close friends and family using mindspeak.

Besides, I have to wonder how these Wizards and witches shall react to unexpected voices in their head. Sigh, well I'll have to find out right now, won't I?

That should cover the tab, I tell the barkeep mentally through 'mindspeak'. So sorry that having only THIS vice Wizarding money, but it'll exchange a LOT easier than most currency of the non- magical denomination, what with it being actual gold and all.

That last part gets through to the barkeep despite the magical protection Occlumency being used by the barkeep. Mindspeak is kind of . . . in a gray area somewhere between psionics and magic. Has something of both schools in it, but whatever the case it's enough to be able to bypass the barkeep's frantic efforts (which become less frantic when I see the calculator in that black little heart of his add up just how much I overpaid for that horrid drink he'd served).

Never did care for "butter bear" myself, but then again it could have been worse. Could have been that Fire whiskey or whatever the wizards have . . .

I never developed a great tolerance for alcohol before my induction into hte Champion ranks and because of the regenerative qualities of Champions' I never shall be able to become much of a heavy drinker...

However, as enlightening and amusing as I am sure you find this right now I find I really need to get down to business.

I don't suppose you could point the nearest Auror I could chat with? I send, a trace of humor in my mental voice. I have SO many things I'd like to discuss, but if none are avaliable one of the Order of the Pheonix will do in a pinch.

Being what I know of the Harry Potter books, Albus Dumbledore was both the leader of the Order AND the brother of this man here. Even IF this isn't Aberforth Dumbledore before me, he still may have enough connections to get me an audience with Albus or some other Order member . . . if I cannot get an Auror.

There's a reason for that: some of the members of that other world I visited I DID not get along with at all. Some were okay, but some were . . . not. Maybe all of them are swell chums and all that but I'd rather forgo the whole . . .

A glance towards the door from the barkeep and shouted magical hex interrupts my train of thought. Shaking off a bit of dizziness look out the still open door and down at the prone figure laying halfway inside the pub.

Nevermind, I found someone who'll do, I smile slightly down at the prone form of what I DO believe is this world's version of Professor Severus Snape. The hooked nose and greasy, shoulder length hair (as well as the black clothing that make him look something like a bat) kind of push me in that direction of belief.

I do believe that my gear accidentally bounced his Stupefy spell back at him there. Lucky break, that! While I can fight such a spell's effects well enough from my training under Uncle Sigin, I'd rather NOT. Luck was on my side this time because the high tech effect doesn't always works for THAT particular brand of Harry Potter magicks.

Whatever the case, I think he should do well enough for my needs.

1. He'd better pray to any Gods he believes in if he tries to betray ME, though....

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