paradisalost | 1 ∆ i solemnly swear i've never been here before [dictated]

[ There's a burst of green light as "-Kedavra" hits him and - ] Li- [ James blinks away the bright green to find himself in a room very unlike the one he had been cornered in. It's the lobby of Cair Paradisa - but James doens't quite know that yet.] -ly?

[ James found himself sprawled on the floor. Getting up, he took in his surroundings. It was a castle of some sort - much similar to Hogwarts - but it lacked the warmth and familiar tug his home of seven years caused within his stomach. ] Padfoot? Evans? Dumbledore?

[ A journal lay open near where he once laid. He bent down, picking it up, and watched as the words he had spoken appeared on the page. ] Flobberworm. Squid. Snivellus. Confundusapparatusmotherhubbarddogoldtreechickenhenpotato - Huh. [ For all the words appeared on the page. James found this very interesting. ]

[ James shrugged, deciding that this journal was just another trick of Sirius'. He spun on the spot, closing his eyes, thinking of home - Godric's Hollow, Lily's warm smile, the snow - and when he opened his eyes, he found himself looking at the same walls he'd just seen. So - Apparating seemed to be down at the moment. ] Well. At least I haven't appeared to splinch myself. [ That was the least of his problems. For the panic had yet to settle in. ]

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They fix wounds there, right? [ Muggle terms confuse James. ]

Yes, that's right!

So, hospital wing is the clinic. That's gonna take some time to adjust to.

Is this place a popular hang out for all of us to pop into? Or am I dead? [ Pleasedon'tbedead pleasedon'tbedead ]

I guess it is...whenever people get hurt, it's where they go.

...but I don't think you're dead. I mean, you're talking, right?

Dunno, mate. I've known ghosts who float around and talk.

[ Looks down at himself. ] I'm not transparent. That's a good sign. And my feet are on the ground.

... There's not a history book I can simply scan through for the answers available somewhere in this place?

There are ghosts here! But I don't think they talk. They just bring you things you ask for-- but...I guess you could use the journal, but it'd take a long time, and we don't know everything here yet.

We had elves do that for us. Things definitely are different here. Are these ghosts friendly folk?

I can flick back in this journal? [ He looks at it sideways, as though looking at the pages will feed him the history. ]

Yeah, they're really nice! I think. They never say anything, but they must be nice if they help us so much.

That's right. There's a lot to read, though.

I don't like reading much. But I s'pose I must get into the habit, now. Considering I'm reading this conversation in this book.

People can meet face to face, right? This isn't a world where we can't be in the same room as one another, is it? [ And if James is frightened by that notion, he will hide his face behind his book. ]

Of course! It'd be pretty lonely if we couldn't be around other people.

Phew. I like being around people. As much as I rather like my own voice, it's sometimes nice to hear another's.

Hehe, I think so too.

I didn't quite catch your name - if I ever find myself in a corridor full of people, I'd like to shout it to get your attention. [ always the one for the dramatic ]

I'm James.

If you do that, I'll definitely know it's you!

My name's Emil.

Emil's a nice name.

It's offficial. One of these days, I'll be in a corridor, and you'll be in a corridor, and I'll shout it to the heavens. And then we can probably go out for a pint or something afterwards. Is there a pub around here?

Thank you!

And...I think there's a place like that here. I only went in there once, though.

Seems like you were just waiting for me to change that! When you're with me, I don't think you'll see outside of the pub! [ He grins and laughs. He's all talk, though. His inner Indiana Jones will win out sooner than he lets on. ]

Well, I can't see the inside or the outside anyway, but I wouldn't mind going more.

You're not underage, are you? [ James doesn't want to get his new pal in trouble, is all. ]

[ ...well, that's hard to explain. ]

I don't really know...I guess, kind of.

Hmm, well - we'll find other things to do. I wouldn't want to get you into trouble with any of the law enforcement teams around here.

Is there a joke shop here, by any chance?

But I went in there once and no one minded...but all I had was a cupcake.

I don't really know. Are you going to make one?

Maybe the rules aren't so strict here!

If there isn't one, I might as well have to. You can't live in a world without a joke shop. It's just plain boring!

I guess not.

I never heard of one before, though.

Well, then! I s'pose I might as well correct that for you sometime during my stay here! Thanks for being of service. I wasn't much fond of researching things myself.

What do you like to do in your spare time 'round here?

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