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[holeysaintgeorge]

  Oh, bugger me.

[Hello, network. That little statement is followed by a serious case of shaky cam as the comm is literally shaken a bit at various angles. You know. Just in case this is a defective portkey in disguise or something.]

Heard rumors about a hidden swimming pool in the dungeons- bunch of bunk that was- but I’d have sworn on Merlin’s double-cursed split-ends we’d found every hidden nook in the school. Now- now I find a...what? A time door? A space portal? The bleeding future? And not even proper magic to it. No way. Stumbling in on strange, impossible places is more the terrific trio’s area.

[The camera goes blurry again as George tosses the camera in the air and catches it with a disbelieving exhale of breath. The door to his new room is momentarily visible in the blur. Looks like he's at least managed to make it that far.

When he talks again his voice is softer.]

Blimey. S’no fun exploring alone. 

[[ooc: George is about to head into the door to his room while he chats. If either of his roommates or anyone else outside the living area want to jump in with action, that is super cool with me]]

Comments

[holeysaintgeorge]

Thoughtful of you, mate. Not for my poor gift of gab, of course, but so it is. Yet, for all our tales and laughs, fear I haven't caught your name.

[shutupmerlin]

[ ahem, tilting his chin up here with a bit of pride. ] Arthur Pendragon, Crown Prince of Camelot. And yours?

[holeysaintgeorge]

Bugger me. Suppose that makes me a house elf's uncle.

[He cannot decide whether to gape or laugh again. Because really, guys? really. So. Let's go with an awkward mix of those two things.]

[shutupmerlin]

[ wat. seriously what is up with people spazing at his name. ]

Does it? My sympathies to whomever gets the less savory genes of that family. [ wtf even is a house elf, he doesn't know but it sounds ugly ]

[holeysaintgeorge]

You'll be wanting to save all of those for yourself, mate. There's a few shocks in store for you, I'd wager.

[shutupmerlin]

[ squinting. wat. ]

...This conversation makes less and less sense the longer it endures.

[holeysaintgeorge]

[Sage nod.]

Aye, it's the heavy head that wears the crown. Thick one, too, in some cases.