First Spell

[haveabiscuit]

[Forests are hardly unfamiliar to Minerva. Though this one is definitely not the last forest she saw.

These are also definitely not her clothes. She surveys her surroundings, trying to spot anything familiar. And she spots one thing.

She feels a little more herself with the familiar length of wood in her hand. She sents out a faint silvery image, but it dissipates.]

Curious.

[She's never had that method of communication fail before. Or seen her Patronus so weak.

She moves forward, not quite sure what she's looking for. But she's definitely looking for something.]

Comments

[haveabiscuit]

I am, at least, not certain where I am.

[She won't go so far as to say lost. She's trying to maintain her dignity here. Despite her ludicrous clothing.]

[yourfononsarewhack]

I suppose you'll need the beginner's course, then. [As he speaks, he withdraws his hands from his pockets in an innocent shrug.]

[haveabiscuit]

That would seem to be the case.

[She doesn't enjoy this uncertainty.]

[yourfononsarewhack]

Like all of us here, you've been drawn into another world. There's no apparent way to get home under our own power, and... well, I suppose there's only more complications that arise from there. [Like the time travel politics. He's not so sure if he should mention that to a newcomer when she may be bound to this time.]

[haveabiscuit]

[She's taking it all in carefully]

No apparent way to get home. Searching continues then?