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[mnt_raph]

*The front door opens slowly, so as to make as little noise as possible. Raph enters wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans, a white button down shirt, and his black boots. The hockey mask is still resting on the top of his head. He cases the pub, and only after he's sure that there is no sign of Bernard, he makes his way to the bar proper.*

Coffee. Black.
*his stomach rumbles*
And a couple of English muffins.

*the food and drink appear, and Raph begins to eat*

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton wanders over to Raph, margarita in hand.

"... Raph?"

[mnt_raph]

*Raph looks over, eyes slightly blurred from lack of sleep*
Yeah?

[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

"What the frell happened to you?"

[mnt_raph]

Eh, I'm alright. Just had a long night is all.

[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

"I'm Not. Talking. About the whole tired thing, Elvis. I'm talking about your new freaking body."

[mnt_raph]

*Blinks for a second, and then the realization dawns on him*
Oh yeah.

It's still taking some getting used to.
*turns back to english muffins*
Too many fingers.

[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

"Raph, I'm asking you what the frell happened to you!"

[mnt_raph]

OH. Right. Sorry.
*puts down coffee cup*

Short version: There was a magical 'eep'.

Long version: Fleur felt bad that I was purple, and tried to fix me. Don't know if you've noticed, but the girl has a half track mind. And yeah.
*he shrugs*

Was gonna plan a great prank around this, but couldn't think of anything good. So, uh...Surprise.

[gryffindorstag.livejournal.com]

*walks down the stairs, yawning. His spectacles are askew, his hair is more rumpled than usual, and he looks to be in need of a caffeine transfusion. James is not a morning person.*

Coffee. Lots of it. With lots of milk.

And--er. Eggs. Three. Fried. And toast. That's been toasted, not just warmed over. Bangers. Stewed tomatoes. And...er. That's it for now.

*The food, carafe of coffee and cup of coffee arrive, and James, blearily, starts eating and waking up.*

[mnt_raph]

*looks over at the newcomer, who looks an awful lot like Tim Hunter*
Mornin' Kiddo.

[gryffindorstag.livejournal.com]

*glances at the American, confused. He pauses before taking a large gulp of coffee.*

Hi. Don't think we've met yet, have we? I'm James.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph stares, blinking a few times in confusion*
Oh, sorry. You look just like this kid named Tim who comes in here.

...

Actually, it's a pretty damn good thing you ain't him, cause he's got quite the talkin' to comin' to him.

*extends hand*
Raph.

[gryffindorstag.livejournal.com]

*switches the coffee cup to his other hand, and shakes Raph's hand.*

James Potter. Pleasure.

...Okay, I knew there was a Harry who looked like me, but not a Tim.

And if you don't mind my asking, what'd this Tim chap do?

[mnt_raph]

Tim's a wizard of sorts. He, well.
*sighs*
I made the mistake of pissing off a witch, who turned me pink with yellow spots. So Tim tried to help, and ended up turning me purple with green stripes. The magic didn't mix well with the third person who tried to "help".

Would you believe that I'm really supposed to be 5 foot tall talking turtle?

[gryffindorstag.livejournal.com]

*spittake with coffee. He carefully puts down the coffee cup and turns to stare at Raph.*

You're really a TURTLE?

A talking turtle?

Well. As they say. Only in America.

So how are you going to get this mess...er...fixed?

[mnt_raph]

*shrug*
Haven't figured that out yet. Takin' a break from magic, that's for damn sure. So much for infallable magic.

What brings you here?

[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton nudges Raph. "Hey, Elvis. Check out who just showed up (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/379751.html)."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*is walking past the bar, and pause mid step, foot still in the air. He turns slowly, watching the man at the counter in disbelief, and listening in horor to the sound of the voice.*

Oh god... Raph? Are you..... okay?

*he finishes somewhat lamely.*

[mnt_raph]

Well well well. If it isn't our fine friend Tim.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Scratches his head.*

Well, er actually it IS our fine friend tim... Uhm... is it you? er... really?

[mnt_raph]

*Leans in close with a particularly malicious grin.*
What do you think?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Er....

*leans back slightly*

Uhm, it sure sounds like you, but, uhm, your... less green? Uhm...

*Gestures with one hand, a ball of siwrling light begisn to form within it.*

Want me to fix it?

[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton quickly hides his grin behind Raph's empty coffee mug.

[mnt_raph]

*raises eyebrow*
I think I'd look even more silly as a purple human with green stripes, don't you?

No thanks, kid. I'm just gonna wait and see if this wears itself off. It's the mixing of your magic and that of people from Angie and Fleurs world that got me into this mess in the first place.

*snaps finger*
Which reminds me, the lovely ladies would like to have a talk with you.
*Takes hockey mask from bar top, and hands it to Tim*

You may need this.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Accepts the hockey mask with a baffled look, then nods slowly, still playign with the swirl of mystical light. Inside can be faintly seen an image of raph as he was.*

Please? i owe you, i figured out what i did wrong last time....

Wait, mixing of magic? Whoa.... thats... whoa.