Chapter 2
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There were some people also in the strange room, 3 by the looks of it- and they had all picked a corner to hide in.
They had all looked at Johnny when he arrived, as the portal cube thing that his sisters had made wasn't really focused on stealth and it made a loud screeching noise.
They all looked off-guard except for a guy (Maybe a guy? He'd use they/them pronouns for now) with long white hair in the far right corner, who just stared blankly. It was odd, and unnerving.
But there was more pressing things to do, and Johnny quickly climbed out of the portal cube and took the last open corner, the far left one.
There was someone in the corner next to his one, the one who didn't react to his sudden appearance and with the long white hair. They just sat, and stared blankly at the others that occupied the strange room.
The one across from him, the one in the now-far left, seemed to be a woman in a black gown (Maybe robes?) with yellow or gold trim. Interesting, and they were showing emotion of being cautious about the others. Which was smart.
The other one, in the corner next to the robed person and across fron the white hair person was a boy who seemed older than Johnny but not by much. With black hair and a red and white shirt, he seemed the most normal of them.
*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: (Tommyinnit's pov now)
Tommy was used to chaos. You got used to it or you died, that was the rules of life.
Tommy had done both, but he didn't think he deserved the bragging rights of that.
There were some other people in this padded room, with the desperate buzzing of the lights overhead and the press of the cushion, the others probably thought they were fine. He was once like that, once.
But no more.
But it was okay, and at least people weren't trying to talk to him. No one was, everyone was just sitting in their corners silently like they were waiting for someone to break that silence. Old Tommy could've done that, made some sort of joke about the padding being like marshmallows or some shit like that.
He had been annoying. But it seemed all everyone did now was pity him and try to get him to talk.
"Just once, just one tiny word! Please tommy" they would cry, hoping that they could have some sort of relief for his state of mind. But there was none.
*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: (Harry potters pov [Harriet])
Harriet wasn't expecting this when she woke up today, nor was she expecting the new person with the yellow and red hair.
Being trapped in a room, sure she could deal with that. If Ginny could survive the chamber, she could do this. Surely. And if needed, she could do some magic. Although these people seemed to be mugggles, so she'd surely get in trouble with the Minister of Magic again.
It was too silent in the room, and she couldn't even see who was diagonal to her because of the yellow-dyed kids weird teleporter thing.
Ugh, she wondered what Ron and Hermione were doing now. Ron was most likely freaking out, probably worried that she was in the Forbidden Forest or was kidnapped or something. Which she supposed she was, she was kinda kidnapped. Hermione would probably be playing detective and winning with all the clues, ah she could imagine it now.
"Ah yes, this bed was not ruffled. See Harriet likes to sleep in this position, and the bed is ruffled so of course she didn't leave the bed-" her daydream was broken with a sharp clang and clings from the machine, and she scooted back into her corner more. She wasn't going to be dealing with that, no way.
Didn't even know what it was.
But about two seconds later, it fizzed out of existence like someone had Accio'd it and brought it to them.