Somewhere in the Preserve, Early Saturday Morning

[weirderthanthou]

'Twas the week of-- uh. No prom, no sex pollen, but there had been a truth day, and sometimes the island just felt a little... happy... tingle.

Maybe it had been the party.

Either way, a portal blazed to life in the center of the preserve as sunlight began to encroach back onto the island. It heralded the pitter-patter of little feet.

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[blueblackbrat]

Irrim stepped off the omen path that had led her here and looked around. So this was where her errant mother went. She opened her mind like her father would and listened, both to collect whatever information she could and try to find that peculiar blank spot that meant her mother was around.

"Oh mumsy, you certainly have made yourself at home here, haven't you?"

[family_business]

The girl had not expected a portal to appear when she and Uncle Thor were jumping in to save another planet (Another Classic Uncle Thor Adeventure) and suck her to this island.

However she remembered the tale of this place and portal from her other uncle. And knew it best to hunt him down. Especially since she was hungry.

[family_business]

"Hey! Watch where you are going!" Samantha Liliana Vesschester growled. She too had fallen through the portal and was quite cross. Her mother would have to hear about this. Unruly portals indeed. How dare it take her away from her beloved Strixhaven!

[family_business]

"Begone demon!" the girl growled back. "I am on the hunt for my Uncle Dean. This is clearly another classic Uncle Dean Adventure."

[family_business]

Ugh.

"Dean? As in Dean Winchester? The first or the second?" Samantha asked disdainfully.

[family_business]

The girl just looked at the other girl. "There's more than one?"

[family_business]

Samantha let out a very long sigh that she reserved for plebeians, uncivilized undead and her father. "Never mind. Clearly you're his ilk. Very well. Let's go find him."

[blueblackbrat]

And across the park, a dark head snapped up and peered at the little moppet through narrowed purple eyes.

Well well well...she strolled over to the bickering girls. "You thought Strixhaven," she noted. "And I find that fascinating."

[family_business]

"Well of course I live in Strixhaven," Samantha said in her best haughty form. "It's the only place to get a magic curriculum that's worth anything. No matter what Auntie Margo says."

And then her own purple eyes narrowed at this other girl.

"Snooping around in other people minds isn't very polite."

[blueblackbrat]

"Then get better at telepathic shielding," Irrim retorted. "Mmmm, spending a lot of time in Silverquill aren't you? You've got Embrose Lu's elocution and diction all over you."

She glanced at the other little girl standing nearby and immediately dismissed her as not relevant to this conversation.

[family_business]

"And I can tell you haven't been the recipient of his guidance at all," Samantha said. "Your articulation is positively plebian. Are you even a student there or just a child of one of the maintenance staff?"

[blueblackbrat]

"Rude, little sister," Irrim said with a vulpine grin. "And slow. Terribly, terribly slow. This far into the conversation and you haven't realized yet?" She tossed her dark hair. "Too busy being snobby to pay attention, I suppose. Tch. Don't talk down about the staff, darling, it makes you look common. Even mother's taught me that much."

[family_business]

"You make a lot of assumptions for someone who pretends to have manners," Samantha countered as she fussed over something practically invisible on her well tailored outfit. "That's a dangerous thing to do whether in Strixhaven or other realities."

[blueblackbrat]

"And you don't have a lot of manners for someone who gives herself so many airs," Irrim retorted, grin turning sharper. "You know what they say, little sister..."

Irrim vanished in a shimmer of blue and purple starlight.

*Pride goeth... whispered through Samantha's little head.

[family_business]

"Uncle Dean has a word for people like her," the girl noted. "But I'm not allowed to say it unless he gives me permission."

[very_serious_cupcake]

Calli took a moment, after stepping oh-so-daintily through the portal, to smooth out her clothes, pat down her hair, and adjust her glasses to make sure everything was in place. You never could tell with portals, they had a tendency to be quite the disruptor, but this one hadn't seemed so bad. She took a moment, first to access the surrounding area, nodded, and then took a moment to pull out her phone and poke at a few logistics. Adjusted her glasses again and tapped her chin three times as she considered what would be more important first: finding one of her fathers or acquiring cupcakes.

Obviously, cupcakes would win out.

[usual_suspects]

Kyala made her way through the portal curiously, then grinned around. "Oo, Fandom!"

She opened herself to the Force and tried to find her mothers. Surely at least one of them would be here.

[weetinyhellspawn]

Had Lydia Wickham attempted to instill in her children that if they ever saw a glowy circle thing they should tell their parents before going through it? Shockingly, she had in fact taken the time and initiative to do so. Were Lydia Wickham's children ever going to remember that lesson before running headlong through the first glowy circle thing they saw just to see what was on the other side? Absolutely not.

It was only upon realizing on the other side that they could not immediately do it again (and then, ideally, again and again and again until the newness wore off the experience) that Fanny realized, "Uh-oh...I think we're gonna be in trouble."

[weetinyhellspawn]

"No," George assured his sister. "No, it'll be fine. We just have to get back before they notice we're gone, that's all." And hope that approximately half the monitoring charms Lydia kept on her children hadn't just gone off at once...

[weetinyhellspawn]

Fanny had Doubts about this, but she recited dutifully, "Mama said that if we ever went through one of those things then we should find Mama right away. And that if we can't find Mama then we should get in touch with Aunt Lambe in Brighton by whatever means ne-cess-ar-y. But what about Papa?"

[weetinyhellspawn]

"I think he's still at home," George said, although he sounded unsure about this. Oh, well. He wasn't going to worry about it right now. Instead, he took his sister's hand and said, "Come on, let's go find Mama and get the yelling over with."