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A moment ago, she was hurrying her way to the Hufflepuff dorms in-between classes to switch out her materials and have a moment to shed her potion-splattered robes (which have turned a bright green in some places, and burnt through in others). Once she enters Milliways, though, her steps halt and her mouth drops open slightly in surprise.

The first thing she does is slip out her wand and utter a quick finite incantatem. When that fails to yield any sort of result (such as, for example, the return of the common room to something reasonable like, say, the common room), she takes a few hurried steps so her back is to the wall and casts a quick protego.

With the shield charm in place, she can take a moment regroup and figure out what just happened. After all, it's common knowledge that it's impossible to apparate within the grounds of Hogwarts, so she either has to be seeing an illusion or she touched a portkey. Either way, it's better being over-cautious than not.

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Oh, hey, a Hogwartser. Seamus can be responsible!

(He's terrible at being responsible.)

So he's swaggering over with a massive grin. He isn't in his Hogwarts uniform at the moment - a t-shirt and jeans was more comfortable.

"Hey. Hogwarts student, right?"

- Well, a familiar face is a very welcome sight, even if she doesn't know him personally, exactly. But something about another former DA member does have that tendency to inspire automatic trust. And that's a bit better.

"Rose Zeller," she says, though not really expecting him to know it. In the ranks of the DA, she was somewhere... low. And young. And really, mostly there for self-defense reasons. "Where... are we?"

Seamus peers at her.

Wryly: "You've grown." Seamus knows everyone in the DA, at least by face or name, even if he's not really talked to them much. "A bar. At the end of the universe. Look at the window, don't be alarmed."

"Just a few years."

After all, that's... well, what a few years will do to you. Especially the ones around puberty. Glancing towards the window makes her realize belatedly that her shield charm is still up.

(It isn't anymore.)

She peers at the display. "Is it real?" (It's amazing, whatever it is. It must have taken the wizards ages to get the spells so precise.)

"Aye," Seamus says immediately. "Completely real. Not even magical." Pause. "Don't worry, it resets every half hour."

Well, then. She supposes that's all right.

Except: "How am I here?"

Not to mention the ever-popular, where is here?

"Some kind of interdimensional time-travel portal thing that takes the place of doors. If you can see a door over thataway you can leave," Seamus says, pointing.

She does see a door.

So, er - that's good. She thinks. "A portkey?"

"No. But kinda similar in how it functions," Seamus said. "The first drink is free if you want some Firewhiskey."

Rose Zeller is what one might call a hopeless Good Girl. That said, though, she is... tempted. (And of course a Gryffindor is the one suggesting that.)

"I'll think about it," she says, somewhat wisely choosing to defer that decision until she's worked out how much of a mind-bender this place is.

"Thinking is bad," Seamus says sternly. "It'll only get you in trouble here."

"I may not be a Ravenclaw," she answers serenely, "but even I know that's not likely."

She will think as much as she likes, thank you, good sir.

"You'll see," Seamus says ominously. "Last few weeks, there was an attack by a gigantic mutant sausage that turned people into red, hairy things with a ravenous hunger for condiments. The head of the infirmary broke out into impromptu song while beating up innocent patrons."

Beat.

"That's why thinking is bad."

Somewhat carefully: "It was a hex?"

"Nope. Just a giant evil sausage."

Er.

Maybe there is something to the not thinking advice.

"Aye, that's what I thought."

"Are you all right?"

The asker - a completely unfamiliar man - is in Muggle-looking clothing, although Rose may well recognize the clothes as being rather archaic.

He's also got a sword on his belt. It's pretty obviously not Gryffindor's sword.

He is, however, making no threatening movements. Indeed, he's just leaning on a table at the moment.

"Did you bring me here?"

The most important question out of the way first.

"No. No one seems to know who brings us here, although most people can leave when they like." And some can come, but it's not time to get into that.

And with a question like that, it's obviously her first time. Thus he continues, "Welcome to Milliways."

Well, at least it fits in with what Seamus told her. She doesn't drop her shield spell just yet because, er, man with a sword, you never know what kind of nutters are still around - but she does smile a little in a friendly sort of way. "Thank you."

Felix nods slightly. "You're welcome. I am Felix."

He's not really a smiley kind of guy.

Hers only lightens a little. It doesn't do her any good to seem unfriendly, after all. "Do you... come here a lot?"

"From time to time. While I'm here, time doesn't pass at home, so it's useful when I'm particularly busy."

Or when he just wants to get away. The bar is a versatile place.

"Where do you live?"

"I'm actually something of a wanderer. I consider my world, Weyard, to be my home. At the moment, my door leads to Xian, in the southeastern part of the continent of Angara.

" - Angara?"

Er, yes. That's not on any map she knows.

"Angara," he confirms. "It's my world's largest continent, located roughly in the middle of the north half of the world."

"There's no reason to be afraid, child."

The speaker is tall and maybe just a little bit imposing, but his eyes are kind as is his voice.

He's dressed in silk and linen, his hair is studded with small silver stars, and he is clearly not human.

"Rose," she corrects automatically, because - well, no one over the age of puberty really likes being referred to as 'child'.

(Because that is the most important thing here.)

He smiles, just a little bit, and bows his head lightly in acceptance. "Rose."

"And you are?"

(Her voice only wavers a little. It's not as if he seems likely to provoke injury.)

"My name is Elrond Half-elven and I am a guest here, as are you," he says.

She is brave. Afraid, but trying not show it. And he can feel the power around her.

Interesting.

"Oh."

Um. Well, it's a fair guess that half-elven is not a reference to House Elves - at least, not as she knows them(?). "Pleased to meet you," she says, rather more polite-by-habit now.

"Likewise," he says and then he adds, "Or as my people would say 'A star shines upon this hour of our meeting'."

Elves are like that. At least the elves of Middle-earth.

She smiles. It's bright. "That's pretty."

"We care very fond of stars. They were the only light when the first elves awoke so to us they speak of home and hope and beginnings."

"Like the centaurs."

Or something like them, anyway.

"Centaurs?" he asked, interested.

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