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[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius Malfoy is not having the best day.

"Mum!"

It had started off on a well enough note - at least, breakfast was good and his supply list for his second year of Hogwarts arrived - but then, as such timelines go, the day took an unexpected turn.

"Dad!"

Or, rather, Scorpius took an unexpected turn on his broom, got caught in a particularly strong gust of wind, and landed in a bush.

"Mum!"

Now his robes are tattered, his arm swelling and aching painfully - broken, he thinks, and he's made a temporary sling from his sleeve for it - and he cannot find his parents to Heal it for him or cart him off to St. Mungo's.

Granted, he's only made it through the broom room so far and he hadn't really expected to find them there so he may yet locate them.

He pushes through the lounge door -

"Da-!"

- and stops in his tracks, choking on the rest of his shout.



This is not home.

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[sea-in-a-sieve.livejournal.com]

Some tiny blue scaled creatures run between his feet, dodging one another, they are playing what looks like a very complex and possibly highly dangerous game of tag. They are very fast and their eyes are glowing oddly. They've just had a drink (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/20185489.html), and they're feeling a little bit odd.

They are Jumblies. They're quite friendly, well, the group who are lazing on the bartop are friendly. The ones dashing about on the floor are a little distracted.

[alsoagreengrass]

Strange creatures are not an unusual sight to a Wizard. They stumble on you, you stumble on them. In this particular case, they run between Scorpius's feet and he nearly trips in surprise, the movement causing him to grimace as pain shoots through his arm. "Watch it!"

[sea-in-a-sieve.livejournal.com]

The creatures are gone almost as quickly as they came, except one, who stares up at him with very wide yellow eyes.

"Hurt?" It asks. It is shaking slightly, like someone on a caffeine high, it's really buzzing with energy, but unlike the others it is a healer among its people. It is concerned. The twitching might be alarming, but it means well.

"Help?" It asks, wringing its tiny fingers with worry and energy.

[alsoagreengrass]

The twitching is a little alaraming and Scorpius watches the creature warily even as he answers its question, "Yes, I am hurt and, I think, lost. Can you help?"

[sea-in-a-sieve.livejournal.com]

"Bar." It answers,the jittering still present, but slightly more under control. "Bar helps. Bar gets what you want. Magick." It points towards the bar, where various people are drinking. It doesn't look like the best place to go when one is in need, but the tiny blue creature is right, Bar can help.

"People. Humans. Help." The twitching is less under control now, and its eyelid starts to flicker. It appears the calm moment is wearing off. It spots another of its kind and with a loud whoop and a grin in Scorpius' direction it tears off after the other, rejoining the chase.

[alsoagreengrass]

...Wait, what?

Scorpius stares after the creature, frowning. Funny creature, he thinks, mnaking a mental note to check the Encyclopedia of Dangerous and Magical Beast when he gets home. If he gets home.

But it did help. Somewhat anyway. He glances at the bar the creature pointed out to him. It said it was magick and that is good enough for this boy. He hobbles over, craddling his arm with care to inspect.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

And funnily enough, Draco looked up, and over at the door. Some child who's obviously new. Also dirty, and tattered.

Wait, that's a broom, but can't be a classmate. Something oddly familiar about him though.

[alsoagreengrass]

Well, the oddly familiar boy shuffles a little further into the room and drops the broom on the floor with a very loud smack! as he glances wide-eyed about the place. He has no idea where he is or how he got here and his arm hurts, but he swallows the pain. H

e should ask someone where he is, see if the fireplace is connected to the Floo network, and -

He glances around, spotting the young man looking his way. "Er, excuse me...?" Or excuse him instead as he stares, gaping dumbly at Draco.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco frowned at the gaping, and rolled his eyes a little, "Oh for Merlin's sake, what is it? You look like a flobberworm."

[alsoagreengrass]

"You, er, look young," Scorpius ventures, looking now - or, rather, failing at trying not to - at Draco's hairline. And - (Wait, did his dad just compare him to a flobberworm? He's so telling Mum.) - "What did you do?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

His hairline's just fine! ...Well, it did recede a little, and he's finding more hair in the bath since the start of the Second Wizarding War. He did hastily smooth and check his hair though off of the looks. Draco could have sworn he used enough sleek hair potion this morning.

He folded his arms in front of him, "Of course I look young, probably only a little older than you. What of it, and I didn't do anything. While you are clearly lost, and likely new to Milliways."

[alsoagreengrass]

"You can't be a little older than me!" Scorpius argues, frowning and - well, freaking out. His father has apparently lost his mind. "Have you gone mad? Did you take a potion? Does Mum know? What's Milliways?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"Yes, not of late, no, no, bar and restaurant at the end of the universe." He rattled off in a bored fashion.


Then the second to last part caught up with him.


".........Why did you say 'Mum'?" Oh no, no, it can't be, Potter's brats are here so does that have to mean....

His??

Now Draco was doing the gaping back.

[iambetadraconis]

Of course another wizard should happen to be nearby, and also happen to be doing his usual chowing-down.

Scorpius' shout causes him to swallow wrong and he coughs for several seconds, while reaching for his glass of water.

Better.

"Oh. Hullo there."

[alsoagreengrass]

"Hullo," Scorpius says politely, if a little dazed to the man who seems vaguely familiar as if Scorpius has seen him before from an old picture.

"Did I accidently Apparate somehow?" he then asks, mostly to himself. Because that would be one explanation as to what he's suddenly doing in a pub.

[iambetadraconis]

Old "wanted" posters, more than likely. Oh, he's probably lost count of the number of those that were printed up.

"Eeee-errrr-no?" he says, looking Positively Stunned. Okay. Kid's a wizard. Or, to be more accurate, a wizard-to-be. Still looks like he'd be a student at one school or another. "Aren't you a little young for Apparation?"

[alsoagreengrass]

"There've been accounts about children Apparating, er, unknowningly under extreme emotional duress." It sounds like a quote from a book the way he says it and it is: "I read so, at any rate. Where are we?"

[iambetadraconis]

"Yes, but you look to be under physical duress, not emotional," he points out, noting the makeshift sling. "And you're not missing any body parts, so you can't have splinched yourself."

Anyways.

"You're in Milliways. Bar at the chronological end of the universe." Yes, Scorpius, there's a difference between "physical end" and "chronological end".

And Rabastan's adopted home, but we're getting a little ahead of ourselves here.

[alsoagreengrass]

"But I'd think physical duress could lead to an emotional - " Scorpius starts to argue before he pauses. "A bar. At the chronological end of the universe? Is that some sort of joke?"

[gorgonfondness]

Mia might not be his mum, but she does have instincts.

"Oh goodness, what's happened to you?"

She looks through her things to find a healing nut to help him.

[alsoagreengrass]

"I...fell," Scorpius says, leaving the bit about flying out for now, as he watches the young woman root through her things. "I think I broke my arm."

[gorgonfondness]

"Well, I'm not very skilled in healing, but I have some things that can help."

She puts an orange nut about the size of a pecan still in its shell in his good hand.

"Eat this, it'll help. Trust me, it doesn't taste bad."

She asks Bar for a sling and a cloth. A bit of wandless magic later and the cloth is full of ice.

"Here, this will get that swelling down without freezing your arm off completely."

[alsoagreengrass]

Thanking her for the ice, and taking particular note of the wandless magic, Scorpius sniffs at the nut. "What is it?" he asks, hesitant at eating random things from random strangers, no matter how nice the young woman seems. Or, maybe, especially so because of how nice she is. One can never tell about people sometimes.

[gorgonfondness]

"It's a healing nut from home. They're also grown in the garden here."

Which means, if he likes, he can pick one off the tree himself.

"It will speed up the healing process and take away some of the pain. Miss Bar also provides passion fruit juice from my home, which is also very effective."

[alsoagreengrass]

"I really shouldn't," Scorpius says regrettably and (hopefully) with no offense, handing the nut back. "My Dad'll have a potion for me when I find him. Thank you though." At least, he hopes he can get back home and get a potion from his dad. "Whose Miss Bar? Does she own this place? I've...never been here before."