Look, Kalani hadn’t meant for it to go this far. It wasn’t like she planned this or anything, even her imagination wasn’t this bizarre.
I mean it’s not like she expected to be apparated into the goddamn Harry Potter Universe. And in the Marauders Era no less.
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As the blinding light retreated, Kalani squinted her eyes in the hopes that her raging headache would recede with it.
“For fucks sake,” she muttered, rubbing at her forehead.
“Who are the bloody hell are you!?”, says some dude in a.. is… is that a robe? He honestly looks straight out of a Harry Potter cosplay, she muses. Actually, he’d be a perfect fan cast for Sirius.
Kalani realized she had taken too long to respond when he repeated, “Are you daft? I asked who the bloody hell you were.”
She didn’t even get a chance to think about it before her mouth was moving, “Well, I could ask you the same question. Who are you?”
“Who am I?” He repeats incredulously, before shaking his head, “I asked first! Besides I’m not the one that apparated into the Great Hall”
“Well I’m not the one with a fancy ass British accent- Wait, what’d you say?” All of a sudden, it was very apparent that Kalani should have paid more attention to her surroundings.
She looked around and was in awe of the beauty of the hall. The tall arching entryway, embellished with intricate swirls, carved into the stone. A design mirrored by the windows that led way to a breathtaking view of a dense forest and a cobblestone pathway to a lively village.
Just as she began to turn back to the Cosplay Dude, the staggering amount of people watching her seemed to register. There were so many of them. They looked around high school age, but some of them looked young enough to be middle schoolers.
Split up into four tables-
Different colors-
And when she looked up she was greeted with a jaw dropping view of the sky.
But he said-
She finally tore her eyes away from the insane amount of people, and back to the kid from before, when she realized that almost everyone in the room were pointing sticks at her.
She opened her mouth again, before catching sight of an old man whose hair had gone completely white with a long beard. Dressed in long robes in the oddest, and to be quite frank, most garish color scheme she had ever seen.
Wait that reminded her a lot of-
And sitting harmlessly on his head, was a pointed wizards hat.