Jan 18, 2020 5:41 PM
Ponder pulls Lesath into discworld
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Ponder has been trying to make portals with the help of Hex.

He's been partially successful. He can in fact make portals. 

He's been partially unsuccessful. He has absolutely no control over the other end. 

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He's sitting cross-legged on the rocks near the river in Hogsmeade, flute case open beside him, and the flute itself at his lips, when the portal opens. At least, that's what he thinks it is- it's an awful black tear in reality, with unpleasantly undulating edges of a color he can't quite make out.

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With a growing terror, Lesath realizes that it's moving, and quickly, too. Lesath stumbles to his feet and fumbles with his flute case- no- now is not the time for that- oh Goddess-

— and then the portal envelops him.

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And now he's standing in front of a blinking young man, in a room that looks somewhat like a laboratory (though the equipment might be a bit more muggle than you'd expect from a wizard).

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Lesath rubs his eyes. Where is he? He's never seen machines like this before. He-

There's another person here. Lesath's hand goes immediately to his wand (though it's not likely to be of much use). "Who are you and why did you summon me?" he demands, the tremor barely audible in his voice.

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"I'm sorry," the man says, sounding rather desperate.

"It was an accident! It wasn't supposed to pick up people."

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Lesath's not sure if he believes the man. "Who are you?" he says again.

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"Ponder Stibbons. You're in Ankh-Morpork. I can probably get you home soon. I almost have this figured out."

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"Ankh-Morpork?"

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"The city?" 

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"I've never heard of a city called Ankh-Morpork. Say, you've heard of England, haven't you?"

The fact that the man is speaking English right now, and without any accent or translation difficulties, does limit the possibilities. Somewhat. Not much. Damn internationalist 19th century British Muggles!

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"No. I haven't. What's the most well known constellation?"

He goes over to a nearby shelf and pulls out a book and pulls a star chart out of it. He spreads it flat on a nearby table. 

"Can you find it on here?"

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Lesath stares at the star chart, becoming more and more anxious as time goes on. None of this looks familiar- none of it! He knew that some of the newer star charts, especially the Muggle ones, are strange, but surely they're not this strange. Focus. He searches, as he always has, for his own star. Nothing. There's nothing here that looks like the Scorpion, nothing here that looks like the North Star, nothing here that even vaguely resembles the patterns he's familiar with.

Which leaves-

"Sloper." There's an undercurrent of rage to his voice, too — he supposes that Sloper was watching all this while, laughing at Lesath, what a little baby-

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"Sloper?" Ponder asks. He sounds confused.

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Lesath whips around to face the man and draws his wand aggressively. "You!" he says. "You're in on this and we both know it. Reveal yourself now and I won't harm you."

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Ponder holds up his hands.

"Calm down. I'm not an enemy. If you talk to the Archchancellor, he might be able to get you home more quickly, and reimburse you for your trouble."

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"Petrificus totalus!" screams Lesath, aiming wildly.

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Ponder ducks out of the way, muttering quickly under his breath. 

Suddenly, Lesath is a mouse.

 

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The mouse runs around in circles, rather frantically.

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Ponder leans down and picks up the wand and tucks it into his back pocket (he doesn't go for robes when he's working, they have  tendency to catch on fire).

"If I turn you back into a human, will you attack me?"

 

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The mouse stops running in circles and looks at the strange man suspiciously. It shakes its head judgmentally.

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He undoes the spell and the mouse turns back into a man.

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The man, or rather, the boy, glares. He also wraps his hands around himself, as if protecting himself from something. Brow furrowed, he says, "Who are you?"

That's not how transfiguration works.

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"Ponder Stibbons, head of inadvisably applied magic at the Unseen University. One of my experiments went, er, wrong and accidentally grabbed you."

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“What country are we in?”

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"Er, we're in Ankh-Morpork?"

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