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A Digital Era: Corrected & Connected

I think I saw that. *nods*

Yeah things are good, still stuck as an undergrad even though I should have graduated by now. *shrugs* Anywho, I just meant I'm glad you made it over here, seems we've got a lot more active folks as I was worried we wouldn't after the whole fiasco.

Duplicated, Deceived & Determined.

Holy shit, it's always great to find a fan! XD

Thanks, and that's good to hear. I figured it may appeal to someone...heh.

Seeking Passionate Casual/Advanced Writers

EDITED as of December 14'th~!

My posting range can go from two paragraphs to ten. I have no qualms with sticking to a mellow two to three paragraphs with someone but they have to be consistent. There’s nothing more infuriating than writing with someone and to have their posts deteriorate into helpless little posts which don’t excite or progress the story. So if we can agree on a range anywhere between two and ten typical posts, that’s fine by me as long as you can stick to it. We all have "off days" but that’s what an active OOC is for, to maintain interest and plotting even when you can’t post in the IC immediately. Or if you're making a short post and want to give your partner a heads up if it's okay or needs more bulk to skip, whatever.

I have 1-2 Groups and 2-4 One on Ones going on. It's not a lot but they're all fantastic roleplays of Advanced caliber and they're all awesome people. I do my best to post depending on how long ago my partner has. Meaning if one posted three days ago and you posted a few hours ago, I will try to post to the other person first. Sometimes it doesn't work out as fairly, sometimes the more talkative partner might get a post sooner because we've been able to communicate and plot efficiently. Still, I do my best to make sure everyone is happy and not waiting too long.

As far as genders go, I play either one and would prefer to write with someone who is capable of doing the same. If you're really against trying to go out of your comfort zone, we probably won’t get along too well. If you’re out of practice or lack experience, what better way to get better than to actually try? I like to double, doubling makes the plot open up more. In some cases, we won’t need to but in most cases, it’s something I do highly encourage. It should only happen though, if you can balance both roles out equally. I am NOT okay with writers giving two main character unequal development. If we've talked and some characters are minor/side, then that's different but please don't be a lazy selfish writer.

My time is limited and I want to use it to tell a great story with great people, not get annoyed or bored over silly things that can be cured with communication.

Now finally onto what I enjoy and don’t enjoy. I love fandoms, I do, they are so fun to play around with. And they have settings and characters that both writers know about, while original RPs take more communication to ensure both writers are on the same page. I can go either way but for fandoms, I prefer all canons. Just ask who I’ll play, because this post will get too long if I put everything down. AU plots will always be welcomed, meaning we should feel free to tweak canon events or put the canons into other settings and events. I’m open minded. Crossovers also work too. Some OCs might be allowed but I'm more uneasy about including them so you better have a good way to sell your idea and be prepared to double with two main characters (so we're both an OC and canon).

Fandoms I’ll write:

Beside them is my interest level, never hurts to ask about a fandom though and if we talk about it, my interest may change for the better.

Doctor Who - Always looking - Canons, Canons/OCs
Dragon Age Origins (game) - Sure - Canons, OCs, Canons/OCs
Harry Potter - Possibly interested - Canons
Parks & Recreation - Canons, Canons/OCs
Hunger Games - Canons
Rita (tv) - Yes please - Canons, Canons/OCs
Game of Thrones (tv) - Maybe - Canons
Mr.Robot (tv) - Maybe - Canons
Top Gear UK - Always looking - Canons, Canons/OCs
The Slayers - Maybe - Canons
Yu Yu Hakusho - Sure - Canons
The Walking Dead - Canons
Fire Emblem Awakening - Maybe - Canons
Kingsman: The Secret Service movie - Love to do - Canons, Canons/OCs
Pokemon - Sure - Canons, OCs
Dot Hack (game/anime/novel) - Happy to do - Canons, Canons/OCs, OCs
Divergent - OCs
The 100 - Canons
The Last Man on Earth - yes please - Canon, Canons/OCs
Unbreakable Kimmy Schmit - Canons, Canons/OCs, OCs
Naruto - Canons
BoJack Horseman - maybe - Canons, Canons/OCs
The Cube movie series Canons, Canons/OCs, OCs
Attack on Titan - Canons
Avengers/Iron Man/Captain America etc. - Canons
X Men First Class - Canons
Jessica Jones - Craving, Canons
Star Trek the Next Generation - Depends - Canons
How I Met Your Mother - Canons, Canons/OCs
Sherlock Holmes (films) - Uh huh - Canons
Legend of Korra - Maybe - Canons
Law and Order SVU - Sure - Canons, Canons/OCs
Daredevil (tv show) - Yes yes yes - Canons, Canons/OCs
American Horror Story/Asylum/Coven - Canons
Silence of the Lambs - Canons, Canons/OCs
Jumanji - Canons
Orphan Black - Always looking - Canons, Canons/OCs, OCs
Oban Star Racers - Maybe - Canons
Big Hero 6 (films) - Maybe - Canons
The Big Bang Theory - Canons
Fruits Basket - Yes - Canons
Orange is the New Black - Canons
Daredevil - Yes please - Canons
Breaking Bad - Canons, Canons/OCs

Crossovers may be cool too.

Non fandom themes/genres/buzzwords:

These can be mixed and matched to suit our interest. Under each "tag' are what I feel they are by MY definitions.

Time travel
- Either going forwards or backwards

Clones
- Modern day sci-fi, different people who look the same

Romance
- Any sexy mature stuff needs to be done in PMs and have a purpose

Drama
- Delicate tool, use sparingly

Action
- Doesn't mean throwing fists but merely conflict and purpose

Adventure
- Roaming around, discovering places with purpose

Slice of Life
- Modern day, fantasy, whatever, outlining typical events throughout the day/night

Fantasy
- Mild fantasy, nothing too extravagant, expect an abundance of nature and pretty settings

Magic
- Using runes, spells, aura, whatever with earth, fire, wind or water

College Life
- Relates to slice of life, can be put into any setting

Quest
- Similar to adventure, find something or someone, long adventure with subplots

Cyberpunk
- Dealing with online virtual reality

Online Life v Real life
- Outline both online and offline life through a video game

Modern Fantasy (NOT supernatural)
- Magic in the modern world, no vampires or werewolves or anything like that though

I know I'm missing some things but when I think of them, I'll edit. Feel free to post here or send me a PM of sorts so we can talk and ensure we're on the same page as far as expectations go. I am only looking for one or two new roleplays, maybe three if the new ones are less strenuous than what I have going on. I enjoy the ones I have now but I'd love to get something fresh started with people I haven't written with before. I do prefer things to take place vie threads but you can PM me if you wish to talk further but talking in here is fine with me too.

A Digital Era: Corrected & Connected

Awesome, good to see you still hanging around!

Duplicated, Deceived & Determined.

You should totally watch it, season two starts in April, so you have plenty of time to watch the first. XD

It's so so so good, you won't regret it if you watch it.

Ahem.

The general archetypes I'm considering are:

Science Geek
Guardian / Parental / Protector
Wallflower / Plain Jane / Average Joe
Religious Nut
Skeptic
Double Agent
Triple Agent
Trickster / Ego
Sporty / Jock / Active Lifestyle
Street Smart

Each "title" would have pros and cons with certain skills being their advantage/disadvantage.

And as far as plot goes, the applied and approved characters will determine the plot but basically it's about the characters coming together to defeat those after them, while also locating those who created them. It'll be heavy on character development and interaction with the background of action, being on the run, religion v science, etc. It's a bit free form in the beginning so people can get their feet wet while gain some footing as they learn about the bigger picture.

A Digital Era: Corrected & Connected

As a note, this site will be down a lot today, according to Mahz. Tomorrow I have school all day so I'll be able to either get the OOC up today/tonight or it'll have to be pushed to Wednesday.

Providence said
Sounds pretty interesting and I might want to join - but I'd like to know a bit more. :)

Like what? :3

Signatures?

Mahz said
I haven't done it yet, but max sig width would be the max width of the container.In other words, a sig is scaled so that it's never taller than 200px or never wider than the post, whichever comes first.

Okay, thanks. Good to have moderation there because stretching pages is a pain.

Duplicated, Deceived & Determined.

A brief overview. . .

/ / It's the modern day, everyone's got an iPhone or Android or maybe they're still clinging to their decade old Moto Razor. They check their emails religiously and barely make eye contact when boarding the train or subway. Society is frankly driven by technology which drains any attention meant for the outside world. People just go to work, go to school, go home, and keep to themselves. The lucky ones seem to be those who put their family and other interpersonal relationships high on the priority list, rather than pour over their newsfeeds and twitter accounts. Many of the world's population may be hooked up wirelessly to an online world but there are those out there who are remembering to further science and humanity itself, rather than Googling their problems. A hidden underground society has prided itself on making a groundbreaking discovery in the field of evolutionary development. They've made clones, real clones that function and live among us and who are being carefully monitored.

A brief belief. . .

/ / These whispers of created clones have fueled several mysterious operations. Most stem from religion while others remain purely political and financial. The many developers of the clones have come under fire, clones are being collected and killed off or tested. An invisible war is beginning to take shape between science and religion and even politics and ethics. These testing facilities for clone development are stationed all over the world, much like the temples of extreme religion meant to combat the unholy creation of the clones themselves. If clones don't come together to save themselves and reveal the truth and purpose behind their creation, all will be lost.

A brief encounter. . .

/ / Our characters will be clones. Now whether they're all one set of clones (one gender of look-a-likes with varying differences in hair, etc) or a mix of two sets of clones has yet to be decided. It just depends on feedback and who applies. I will be accepting applications which will be based on an archetype such as "The Geek" or "The Sporty" "The Double Spy" etc. These archetypes will be roughly outlined, given their general strengths and weaknesses which will make up a team of clones that work together, temporary disband, regroup etc. It is up to the individual play themselves to flesh out the given archetype they prefer and make it their own. The general guidelines I provide are just suggestions that will ensure we don't get a set of clones which are do the same thing, think the same thing, etc. We want varying walks of life, varying degrees of intellect and talent. You may create a second character that isn't a clone, who is working with a religion or just a supporting to another clone but that would need to be something you discuss with me personally.

A brief discussion. . .

/ / To be accepted into this RP, you must be active. Active by my standards means that you can converse in the OOC on a near daily basis with In-Character posts coming from you once a week. If you can't find time to communicate in the OOC to make us aware of any delayed posts, I'll spam your PMs with questions and random facts about myself. The site is being worked on but In-Character posts still need to be coming in at a steady pace, I don't need everyone posting all at once but if the IC Thread itself can get a post or two a week from any single player, that's fine with me. Another requirement to be in this RP is literacy. I will ask for at least four paragraphs from you as a writer. Four isn't a lot. I don't word count (but I do know the difference between bullshit and effort) and I don't nitpick like a teacher would. During the application process, you will provide very brief sample of writing (emotional writing with your submitted character that I'll prompt) and from that, it's easy to see if you'll work well or struggle in my RP. And if you've got a grasp on the setting and mood. And if you don't, we can work things out.

/ / I'm not at all trying to sound uppity or anything like that. I'm a seasoned GM and I know what pitfalls to watch out for (biggest being inactivity which leads to lack of motivation and interest AS WELL AS illiteracy which can hamper creative souls and development from taking place). In closing, I will state that an OOC will be made once I get a small group together. I want people who can say "I like that idea but not that one." for example. I've expressed some conditions regarding what sort of clones we play, input there is necessary. I will likely take a celebrity who I know has different "looks" that each player can make their own. So I will need a close knit group who can say what works and doesn't work for them. The application process will be short and to the point. Your archetype will be kept a secret (also if you've opt to try your hand at a spy, triple agent, etc) and all finished ones will be collected in the OOC by myself.

/ / If this looks like your cup of tea, drop a comment and tell me your thoughts, concerns, preferences. I intend for this to span the globe, not all clones will be aware of their scientific heritage while some may already be in careful hiding or seeking out others such as themselves. More will be revealed in the Out-of-Character Thread but overall, I would rather be stingy with information and make us all comfort and begin sooner, rather than bog people down with details that may otherwise just reveal themselves over time. And yes, this is inspired by Orphan Black. And no, you don't need to have heard of it or seen it. Just saying.

{ Wizards, Time Lords & Muggles.

A part of her felt a little disappointed that the psychic paper hadn’t been effective on her. She could guess its usefulness. For now, there were other matters to attend to. He tried to give a decent description of the issue of time itself, which wasn’t very helpful. While Luna was perceptive and had a unique perspective of her own, she still had believe time was simple and not something you could easily bend to your own will. However, in the past fifteen minutes or so, everything she knew had become distorted and pulled into question. It was a long shot to think that such a mysterious man would come all the way to a school in the middle of nowhere to help her but still, she had hoped it could have been the case. The man got up from his desk and moved around to sit beside her, perhaps an action to show he was trying to be supportive, prove that despite all hardship and human error, that he was on her side.

Luna looked down at his hands holding her own. He said there was nothing that he could do, he was sorry but unable to reverse the potion’s harmful consequences. It was difficult to swallow. She felt her chest getting heavy with the truth as it settled against her heart. She was stuck as herself, an older version of herself. How was that fair to her? She had lost her mother and barely got by with her father and now this had to happen. Why did it have to happen? He continued to talk but most of it didn’t register in her head. Luna had dreaded the final conclusion, as she feared for the worst. And the worst had happened. The world was the same but she had sped through it all and came out as if nothing had happened. A tidal wave of sickness overcame her and she started to shake a little.

What could she do?

The man moved an arm around her cautiously and she remained stiff and in shock. She tried swallowing again as he tapped his head against hers gently and began to speak. She did her best to keep up with what he was saying but her mind was practically frozen in place. In the back of her mind, she knew she was still catching what he was saying. She then noticed his fingers against her moonlight colored hair. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, it was a bit soothing but then she had to remind herself that while she wasn’t technically a student or a teenager anymore and he wasn’t really a professor, or even human for that matter, it still felt a little weird. They had just met and then her life changed and then everything started to spill out from both sides.

The Doctor, as he called himself explained that it was likely she wouldn’t be allowed to stay in Hogwarts since there wasn’t a real place for her. She nodded at his promise to talk to the Headmaster. “I’d appreciate that, thank you.” Luna offered him a smile. Her eyes located the time and noticed it was almost curfew. But since she wasn’t a student, she knew she didn’t have to worry about it. Still, old habits were tough to break and she announced that she should be getting to bed. The Doctor agreed and she headed out, saying she could make it to her quarters on her own just fine. “Thank you again.” She bowed her head a little and left. There was a lot to take in and she needed some rest, or at least time to herself. While the Doctor had insisted that she wasn’t alone, she still needed time to think and take everything in. She had just been told by an alien no less, about time travel and everything else. There were so many questions about him but she needed her space as well.

Once back in her room, she got ready for bed and drank a potion given to her by Professor Snape to assist in her sleep.

When daylight broke, she was slow to rise. She looked around and wearily reminded herself that none of her friends were with her in the dorms. No. She had her own place, decorated in Ravenclaw colors to perhaps soothe her. It was comfortable but still isolated enough to make her worry that she wasn’t even in Hogwarts anymore. Luna got dressed in the clothes provided for her, a long cotton flora skirt, a belt, and a simple green top with a tan cardigan over that. She brushed her long hair out and picked up her wand and slipped it between her belt and herself. Then she pulled on some spare boots and headed out. It was the end of breakfast and most students were off to their first class, if they had one. Others were likely in the library or hurrying back to their common rooms because they forgot something. Luna found herself going toward the Great Hall.

In her mind, she recall what her week’s schedule looked like. She should be going to Transfiguration but instead she had nothing to do. If the Headmaster wanted to see her, she was sure he’d send word somehow. Luna found her way into the kitchens and asked if she could have a basket made up. Luna decided if the inside of the castle would be swarming with kids, the outside would be all hers. An elf made a large basket filled with sandwiches, cookies, and other picnic foods. She thanked him and went on her way. She paused outside a long hall and decided to see if Mr. Logan, or the Doctor rather, was free or if he had classes. She knocked on the door and waited. He answered it and she saw he didn’t have class. A smile quickly flashed across her face. “I know you said you were a little lonely last night and that you and I could relate very well to that…and I thought you might like to join me for a picnic out on the grounds.” Luna said simply and held up her packed basket.

- - -

“Yeah same here.” Rose shrugged as he mentioned how she hadn’t had a breakdown yet. “I’m getting there though.” She said. The man then pulled out a book and showed her some of his scribbling and other notes. Rose looked them, a little worried she had said too much too soon. But still, it seemed he had his own theories even if he didn’t want to admit to it. He spoke of how absurd it was but that he felt some connection to the Doctor. She looked at the pages, wishing she could help him more. But if the Doctor hadn’t gone off somewhere, she could have insisted the two finally meet face to have and talk everything out. Rose had a feeling Mr. Smith was who the Doctor was looking for. There was damn near evidence to prove it! He sat back, clearly bothered by whatever she had said to him. She didn’t blame him.

In fact she started to blame herself.

If he was another time lord or doctor or something, she could go home. The case would be solved and she could go see her mother again and get back to her life. She shook her head a little. Space seemed appealing too though. She had no idea what she was involved with or even who. She did just meet the Doctor after all. It was then brought up as to the whereabouts of the box. “Oh um…something like that sorta.” She kept her response vague, as she wasn’t sure if him seeing the TARDIS would be alright or not. And Rose wasn’t sure exactly where it was, though she didn’t think it would just vanish without her knowing about it. And the Doctor wouldn’t leave her behind, would he? No of course not. That was an unsettling thought though.

“Um yeah right. Fine by me.” She said faintly as the man suggested they cut the detention short. Rose felt a little more than awkward for what she had said. After all, if he wasn’t who she was looking for, she could have seriously done some damage to her cover and the Doctor’s. What she did was stupid, even if she was certain he was their target. “Sorry about just spurting nonsense at you. G’night.” She said and headed out rather quickly. What she had been shown had proved that she was right, that Mr. Smith was probably a time lord but somehow forgot. But who could forget such a thing? She found herself restless as she made it back to the common room. She hurried up to her room and turned in for the night, not even noticing Harry and Hermione passed out on the sofa in front of the dim fire.

The next day arrived and Rose had written a note for the Doctor, “I think I found what you’re looking for, Mr. Smith may be able to help. We need to talk ASAP.” She couldn’t risk writing anything else and was going to slip it into his office on her way to breakfast. She got her things and hurried down but paused when she saw the two people passed out on the couch. The morning was still early and no one else was up, which was probably why they remained undisturbed. ‘I hope they weren’t waiting for me.’ She cringed. “Um hey guys.” She prodded them slightly, not confident about just waking them up. ‘They look so cute together.’ Rose couldn’t help but think to herself.

- - -

She knew things were difficult among the three of them.

It wasn’t had to miss actually. Still, the girl had hoped things would sort themselves out soon. She had looked so fondly at their younger years at school and she hated to think that something could wedge itself between the trio of mates. Hermione was sure Ron would come around in time. She could at least enjoy her time with Harry, as it was fairly rare and would continue to be such once they started their little club up. Harry began to speculate again as to what Rose and Mr. Logan could be to. “I don’t know, Harry. She seems nice enough, harmless. If they’re from the future they may not be allowed to tell us what’s going on. All we can do is try.” She considered. “Though if they know we know something, I don’t know if that’s wise or not.” Hermione frowned. Time travel was dangerous and it could ruin people’s lives if it was misused or found out, in certain circumstances. People could go insane from one mishap.

“We need to be careful when we talk to her.” She concluded. Harry stopped his rambling and she threw him a smile. “It’s alright, I’m just as curious as you are.” She said. If Rose hadn’t come in that great blue box, she wasn’t sure how the term would be, probably a lot more depressing. He took her hand and she smiled. They hands always seem to reach for one another. He was a comforting person, despite all the chaos in their lives, she felt at peace when they were together. And over the years, they had been able to learn to rely on one another in many situations ranging from the everyday with notes and homework, to the extraordinary like how to battle a dragon or make a potion that changes your appearance. Hermione was sure the next few years at school would be just fine as long as she didn’t lose Harry.

She tightened her hold slightly.

He was always so close to death, she hated it. Harry had suffered so much and she wanted this year to be the one that didn’t involve them in trouble. But thanks to Umbridge, that wouldn’t be the case. She leaned her head on his shoulder and looked at the fire. “We’ll just sit and wait for her to come back.” She muttered. Before long, she found herself and Harry fast asleep in front of the fire which had already gone out. Her dreams were short but filled with various bits from the week at school. Hermione dreamed about Luna and Rose and school. She dreamed about Ron and flying police boxes. She soon woke up and saw Rose standing in front of them. Hermione lifted her head from Harry and shook him awake. “What time is it?” Hermione asked.

“About six or so, I was just on my way out to uh do something.” Rose said.

“Rose,” Hermione looked to make sure Harry was at least halfway for the next bit. “are you a time traveler?”

“Bloody hell.” Rose breathed and rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe she had to tell another person her life’s story about the Doctor. She was still tired herself and quickly debated whether or not to tell them or to keep it to herself. Fresh anger toward the neglectful Doctor burst out of her as she crumpled up the parchment in her hand. “Yeah I am.”

Hermione looked to Harry again and stared at Rose. “Are you here because of our current events?” She asked, holding her breath.

“I wish I was, but no. I’m here because I’m looking for someone who isn’t supposed to be here.”

Hermione recalled their first conversation in the Great Hall and her chest fell. “So you’re sure it’s not Umbridge?”

“It’s not her, I’m sorry. Look, I can’t tell you much else. I already blabbed a lot and I don’t wanna say too much. I know what the future holds for you guys though and it gets better. I swear it gets better.” She then looked to Harry and her face fell. “Well um sort better.” She thought back to him and Sirius and then all the time and effort it would take to locate the Horcuxes. “I have to go, see you at breakfast.” Rose then quickly headed off. Hermione got up and stretched. She rubbed her sore neck and flashed Harry a smile. At least they knew something, sure it wasn’t what they wanted but it was something. And they weren’t crazy, they were right.

Rose headed off and found the Muggle Studies classroom. It was open thankfully and she let herself in. She put her note on his desk and backed up, not sure if she wanted to leave it out in the open. The content of it seemed innocent enough but it was still important. It was Thursday morning and if she remembered corrected, many would be leaving the following day to go home for the holidays. They would have about two weeks off of school before they would come back and get ready for their finals for the fall term. Then spring would begin anew. The girl let out a sigh and exited the classroom and headed for the Astronomy Tower as it was one place she knew she could go to while she waited for the school to wake up. When she got there, she saw she wasn’t as alone as she thought. “Oh uh morning Mr. Smith.” She said awkwardly and looked down. She wondered if he had gotten a wink of sleep after what she had said.

“I can go, I mean you were here first.” She started to say. She caught sight of the view and she let out a sigh. It was beautiful. “I’m sorry for last night by the way, I had like no right to dump all of that on you.” She said. “I mean, I’m not really a time traveler, that would be weird. I was just a little stressed with um the holidays and tests comin’ up really, forget I ever mentioned anything.” She said and glanced down. Still, she didn’t outright deny everything from last night. Rose just didn’t want to worry the guy, and if the Doctor was really going to see him sometime soon thanks to her note, Rose didn’t want to do anymore damage. “The view's great." She had always wanted to see it for herself. "Anyway, sorry again, professor." She turned to head off to breakfast.

- - -

“Maybe she’ll be more willing to talk some other time.” Hermione offered to her best friend. “Come on, we better get ready ourselves.” She pulled Harry off the couch and headed up to do just as she suggested. When she came down a while later, she and Harry headed down to the Great Hall. One their way, she kept her eyes out for Rose. Hermione took a seat by Harry and looked around. Everything seemed the same but it didn't feel the same. She heard Ron talking with his siblings about going away for the holidays. Hermione did wish to go home herself but she didn't want to leave Harry. She set her juice down and wiped her mouth. "Harry, I haven't decided if I want to go home for the holidays or not." She brought it up slowly. "I know Ron is leaving and you might want to spend it with Sirius back at the Order but after what's happened you may need to get away from even all that. I can send word to my parents if you'd like to stay with me for the holidays." She finally finished. "We don't do anything extravagant but it would be nice to have them officially meet you besides just seeing you at King's Cross." She smiled.

"And maybe getting away from magic for a while would do us some good." They could easily prepare for their lessons for their club or just walk around her part of town and relax. She just wasn't sure two weeks at Hogwarts would do either of them any good at the moment. "Besides, how can we possibly enjoy the holidays with our very own grinch here?" She looked over to Umbridge who was talking to Dumbledore.

{ Wizards, Time Lords & Muggles.

When the brown haired man pulled out what she had spotted before, she nodded. “Yes, that.” She pointed to it. “I’ve never seen it before, it’s just…it’s quite pretty.” She couldn’t help but blurt out thoughtfully. It was definitely an item of importance, that much she could tell. The professor put it away and noted that she was very gifted, this caused her cheeks to brighten slightly. “No no, that’s Hermione Granger, not so much me.” Luna said bashfully. It was pretty rare for her to receive any sort of praise of compliments. And if she did, they were usually spoken in jest or sarcasm. Her self-esteem wasn’t low though, she knew she had uniqueness about her and she was content with being in her own little world of sorts.

But to have someone, a professor with an oddity himself no less, pay her a kindness, well it was just a bit shocking. “Alright.” She bobbed her head slightly and followed him along to his office. Her chest felt heavy, even with the letter having just been sent to her father. Her whole life was hanging up in the air. Sort of like her sneakers. Sometimes kids would steal her things and hide them in curious places. She recalled on more than one occasion, she found her shoes hanging up in the foyer of the entrance to the school. It was like a fun little scavenger hunt for her, she never held any sort of malice toward the others. And when she thought about it, her anger towards Draco had soon subsided. She wasn’t one to want to dwell on sadness or anger, not when the world was so fascinating.

Her thoughts were disrupted by the man speaking to her about change and time.

Luna wasn’t sure where he was going with his comment but she found some comfort in it. Then he took hold of her hand which caught her even more off guard. She didn’t pull away but instead glanced down at it, the physical contact. Her mind was still trying to catch up to her body’s growth, but she could see this was a gesture of faith and kindness, nothing weird like the teenagers she saw in the hallways during study hall. She offered him a small smile in gratitude as they continued to walk. It wasn’t much longer until they came to his office which was attached to his classroom like every other major subject and professor. He glided into his own seat and pulled one out for her. “Thank you.” She said straightforwardly. She took a seat and leaned forward, hands resting on her lap.

Of course she expected to get some more information about him, his device and everything else. Something told her that there was a bigger picture to everything. Something was going on and he was at the source of it. On top of that, the woman noted that he was in fact rather calm and in control. He was very interesting. He began to speak, telling her that she was the first to mention his aura. Then he took out his odd device and set it down on the desk between them. Her round eyes darted from it, back to the man speaking, hanging onto his every word. Then he gestured to the thing he called a sonic screwdriver and kept on going. Luna was able to follow long, certain that he was in fact telling her the truth. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice and feel it in his presence. He seemed like the sort of man who wouldn't lied.

Mr. Logan then reached into his robes and pulled out a small badge of sorts and extended it to her. Luna looked at it and frowned. Was it supposed to say something? “Um I really don’t know what that is.” She told him. She wasn’t sure if she was to write on it or not. Sitting back in her seat, she found herself starting to relax as his words settled in the root of her mind. So if he wasn’t from this time, he must be from the future. His screwdriver looked very futuristic. “You’re from the future?” Something told her that he didn’t use an ordinary Time Turner such as the ones she read about. She then sat up a little, her large eyes sparkling a little, showing a glimpse of the things he must know. “If you’re from the future, then does this have to do with what happened to me?” Luna couldn’t help but inquire. “Are you here to fix it?” She asked him, a swell of hope crashing against the wall of her heart.

- - -

“You have no idea, it gets way worse in two years.” She muttered under her breath, thinking back to how awful the school turned out when Harry and the others were off doing their own thing in the last book. Still, Umbridge was a brute and would get hers in the end. The blond glanced to the man with the big ears and stepped inside for what felt like the millionth time that day. A sly smile crept to her lips as he told her to say what was on her mind. She wasn’t sure if he would even believe her if she told him. She paced around the small classroom and looked around boredly. It sucked. She could be talking to the Doctor but thanks to Umbridge, she was forced to waste an hour doing nothing. Then Mr. Smith mentioned snacks and her eyes couldn’t help but dart back to where he was. She did love sweets. And she had always wondered what the characters in her favorite books ate.

“Jelly bellies? You have jelly bellies? Blimey.” She walked over to him, unable to resist the temptation. She reached in and grabbed a few and looked at them before popping them into her mouth with a very satisfied grin, the one a cat might wear after having just caught and killed a pesky mouse. Then she stepped back and looked to him, not sure if he was just being nice to her in order for her to open up about her cryptic cynicism. “I’m not even a witch.” She told him and leaned back on one of the stray desks. “I’m not even from here, I mean I’m from London, yeah but not here.” She waved around the empty space in front of her. “I’m from the future and I didn’t get here by some fancy Time Turner or floo network or whatever, I’m just from the future.” She sighed.

Tilting her head to the side, she knew she sounded nuts. “I came here in this big blue box that can go anywhere in time and space and it’s much bigger on the inside than it is on the outside and it’s flown by this weird alien who doesn’t look alien at all and we sort of saved the planet from these plastic things and then he promised to show me the stars and well, what girl can resist sweet talk like that?” She caught herself rambling and quickly shut her mouth, blushing slightly. That and she needed to catch her breath all over again. “And the spaceship thing somehow crash landed here and I can’t tell you how exactly but I know this timeline and I know what happens and you’re not supposed to even be here and the man I came with, he’s called the Doctor, I don’t know why, says he’s looking for an alien just like him.” She paused again.

“And I think it’s you.” She finally came to her conclusion and caught her breath once more.

“I mean if a professor and student should be speaking, it should be Harry and Snape.” She couldn’t help but grumble as an afterthought. “I mean what that man sacrificed, I don’t think even Lily understood…” Rose trailed off, getting ahead of herself in terms of important events. “Sorry sorry, rambling.” She waved a hand at him. “I haven’t really gotten a chance to even talk to the Doctor since we got here and it’s bloody annoying, I feel like I’m on my own here and totally imposing on you and-“ She stopped herself again, knowing how it must sound, that she was only getting close to him as a spy. That wasn’t exactly it. “I didn’t mean…I just…” Now she felt like she was saying all the wrong things, and on top of that, she just spilled everything without consulting the Doctor beforehand. ‘Severs him right for ditching me.’ She thought bitterly to herself and folded her arms, a bit angry with herself for mucking things up.

“I just wanna figure out what’s goin’ on is all. And if you are someone who doesn’t belong here, then maybe you’ll find a better place than just teachin’ and gradin’ papers. Not that um that’s bad or anything but…” She sighed and tried again. “I just met the Doctor but I know he loves whatever it is he does, like travelin’ the world an’ all, and in that crazy ship of his, if he found someone like him, I bet it would make him really happy. But of course I wouldn’t know, I’m guessing here, like I said, he totally abandoned me and we haven’t met up since. So yeah, taking notes and preparing for life after Hogarts is kind of the last thing on my mind. I miss my mum and my bed and I was just hoping the Doctor could help me figure out whatever my life is missing. Funny thing is, I never knew I was missin’ anything until he popped up and maybe you could understand. I dunno.”

- - -

Much to her fretfulness, Harry had a point. Draco was dangerous. The skill to even attempt such a potion was cause for concern. Could he have gotten his hands on a potions book from someplace like Knockturn Alley or perhaps the restricted section? “He is very close to Professor Snape, you don’t think that has anything to do with what happened.” She commented but then quickly corrected herself, cross that she had even suggested such a thing. “I know he hasn’t been kind to you but I know he wouldn’t want to harm a student. It’s possible Draco nicked the book from Professor Snape’s office, if anything.” She considered. Her friend places his hand on top of hers which caused her to smile, the tension fading into the air between them. He understood, he always could.

What he said next bothered her a bit. She knew he had been struggling ever since the start of term months ago. She also knew he and Ron weren’t as close as before. In a way, she could agree, but still it did alarm her to think Harry was growing indifferent to his friends being on his side. “There are no sides here, Harry.” She tried to explain. “I know in our second year it felt as though no one was on your side but you had me and Ron and things are different now.” She admitted. “But still, there aren’t sides. We’re all fighting for one thing.” She said firmly. He then said that having her meant so much more to him. The girl held her breath for a moment, not sure if she had even heard him correctly.

Spoken in confidence with her mother, when she went home for Winter Break in her first year, she had confessed that she did have a fancy for Harry. He was nice and sure, she had read about him but she didn’t look at him as if he was some famed statue or hero. How he survived was incredible, yes but Hermione had gotten to know him during that first year. She saved his life during a Quidditch game, he saved her life when it came to the encounter with the troll. Harry meant so much to her, more than some famous boy or friend who she helped with homework. They got along so well, she couldn’t help but babble to her mother about Harry in her letters and visits home. It tore her heart out that he didn’t ask her last year to the Yule Ball and instead Ron ruined her evening by lashing out at her for no good reason.

Harry then said he would agree to do it. That was wonderful news. It almost made up for the awful day they had shared. He then explained how he would keep his home safe and help those who were willing to fight. “Thank you Harry.” She gushed and threw her arms around him and held on tightly. She soon relented and let go of him. “I know things are difficult but I promise, you’re not as alone as you think you are.” She said and gave him another hug. It was then that the portrait opened and Ron came over to them. She slowly let go and looked back to Harry. “He says he’ll do it, isn’t that great news?”

“Yeah, bloody brilliant.” Ron just muttered and retreated back into the common room.

“I haven’t a clue what’s got into him.” Hermione brushed off. But she did. The brightest witch of the age knew exactly what was wrong with her red headed friend. She had first suspected he had feelings for her during their second year, it was a brief thought that crossed her mind but she didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until their fourth year that she figured it out. Much to her dismay, Ginny confirmed her theory and said Ron did like her. Hermione only saw him as a friend, at best, so she hoped that if she ignored it, that he would move on. “Come on, let’s go in before we get into trouble.” Hermione told Harry and followed Ron inside. Once they were in the common room again, it seemed to have cleared out. For once though, she didn’t feel like tackling her homework. “I guess all we can do is wait for Rose to show up.” Hermione shrugged and sat on the couch, only to see Ron head up to the boy’s dorm for fifth years. She just patted the spot beside her for Harry, as it was now very much available.