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Myrtle
Late for Your Life
Chapter One
Arrival
The two boys stared at each other, and then the shorter one stalked forward, stopping inches before the other and glaring up at him. "What did you do?" he demanded, biting each word off furiously.
"Me? I didn't do anything! I'm fast, Robin, I don't teleport! That's Raven's thing!"
"Then how did we get here?"
"You're the logical one-- you figure it out. To me it felt like magic."
Robin snorted.
"Excuse me."
Both boys spun to face the speaker, Robin dropping into a fighting crouch, the other turning so fast it was like he was facing one way then the other without actually moving. What they found was an elderly man with a long white beard and blue robes with little stars and planets moving around on it. Robin did a double-take. Yeah. They were moving, all right.
The old man lifted his brows and said mildly, "Might I ask what you're doing here and how you came to be here?"
They glanced at each other and then back at him. Robin stood up a bit straighter. "We're not exactly sure, sir. We were in a fight, and then-- then we were here."
"In a fight?" the man repeated, sounding merely curious, rather than disapproving. "And then you were here," he murmured. "And judging by your accents you are, perhaps, American?"
He had, of course, noticed the English accent. But there were foreigners all over California, and it hadn't seemed particularly strange. Certainly not more so than the rest. But that question put a new light on the subject. "Are you suggesting that we aren't in America now?"
The man looked mildly surprised. "I don't know that I would go so far as to say I had been suggesting it. But it is certainly true. But I am being rude. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the school you are presently in. Which, as it happens, is in Scottland. It tends to be a bit difficult to pinpoint precisely where."
Robin hesitated, then glared at Wally as the other boy muttered, "I always have the weirdest dreams."
"This isn't a dream," he snapped. "Or if it is, it's mine."
Wally turned to glare back. "Why should it be your dream? I think it works perfectly well as mine. Is this another leader thing? Because--"
"If I might settle the argument, you aren't in a dream at all. I tend to know these things," Dumbledore added as the two turned back to him. "I wonder if you might be willing to share your names?"
Robin blinked. "I'm Robin," he finally admitted. "This is Kid Flash."
"What intriguing names," he said. "And-- I take it you are not certain as to how you arrived here."
He hesitated a moment, then said, "No."
"Do you know?" the other boy asked, flashing the headmaster an engaging smile. "'Cause we probably ought to get back. Not that you don't have a cool place-- I especially like what you've done with the ceiling--"
Robin glanced up, taking in something that he had noticed right off but avoided thinking about because it was just too weird. It was like the ceiling was painted with an image of the sky. Except that the clouds were moving. He wasn't aware of any technology that would let a screen that size and that realistic to be built.
"--but you know how it is. Crimes to fight and miles to go. Lots of miles, actually, if we're really in Scotland."
The headmaster smiled. "Of course! I understand completely."
"You can get us back?" Robin asked, a bit surprised, but hopeful.
The man's smile faded. "That, I fear, is a little more difficult. Due to recent events, international travel has become a bit more strictly regulated, and it might prove ... challenging to get you home."
Robin felt a flare of panic and suppressed the weakness immediately. "I might be able to pull some strings," he said, pulling out his communicator. It was dead. Completely dead.
"I'm afraid technology tends to have a difficult time here," Dumbledore said apologetically. "It's the fault of the magic."
"Magic," Robin repeated, keeping all emotion out of his voice as he wondered how they were doing it-- and why. It seemed a bit elaborate for a practical joke, and he didn't think any of them could actually pull this off. Not without him being alerted by them spending large sums of money. But the suggestion that this was all magic was patently absurd.
"Albus, what--"
They turned to face the new speaker and found a tall thin man with greasy black hair and the same type of clothes as the old man, although his were ascetically black. He glared down a rather prominent nose at them. "Who are they? And why are they in the Great Hall at midnight in such ridiculous garments?"
"You're one to talk!" Wally shot back. "At least we aren't in dresses."
The headmaster smiled genially, a twinkle in his eye. "Indeed, I rather like them. They were clearly chosen with a fine eye for color."
Robin avoided looking down at the uniform he'd chosen when far younger and that had become his trademark before he'd realized how ridiculous it was.
"You would, of course," the other man drawled. "And for the parts of my questions that I actually wanted answers to?"
"Oh, of course! Allow me to introduce you to Robin and Kid Flash," Professor Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Robin, Kid Flash, this is Professor Snape."
"Kid Flash," Snape repeated doubtfully.
Wally grinned up at him, and then suddenly was behind him. "Fastest boy alive," he stated.
At the sudden relocation, both men had drawn sticks from what seemed to be their sleeves. Dumbledore put his away, Snape kept his trained on Wally, who looked at it curiously. "Robin?"
"Yeah?"
"How come he's pointing a stick at me?"
Robin sighed, wondering if it was, after all, Wally's dream and he'd somehow gotten sucked into it. He was sure that his own mind, even his subconscious, would never lower itself to such ridiculous drivel. "I have no idea."
Snape flashed a look at the old man. "They're not part of the Wizarding World?"
"It seems not," Albus agreed genially.
"Wizarding World," Robin stated, keeping emotion out of his voice.
"Like magic?" Wally asked excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
The headmaster smiled.
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