diatu | A little magic, and a lot of fabulousness

A little magic, and a lot of fabulousness

Who: Sylvando and you
When: His first few days at DIatu
Where: Various places
What: Settling in, learning the ropes, and making people smile
Warnings: Probably none

Scheduling Issues

Making up his schedule had actually been fairly easy. Sundering was required, and Fantastics a must, then Draconic Knowledge rounded out the morning. Two of his afternoon slots were taken up with the required Law and History of Wizardry, and Music- another must- filled out the afternoon. He was a bit disappointed to have to pass on Literature, really, but Music would be far more helpful, both for his Fantastics class and for entertaining the locals.

Of course, this left him with a bit of time on his hands before classes actually started. After handing in his chosen schedule to the school official who was finalizing them, he took a look around to see if anyone looked like the needed a hand with theirs. Or just a bit of cheering up.

Classing Up Classes

Fantastics was every bit as much fun as Sylvando had expected, and the fact that his flute had come with him to this strange new world had been quite a stroke of luck. The professor was quite an interesting character, for all his grumbling, an he was definitely looking forward to learning form him. In the meantime, he was already thinking of ways that certain of his spells and abilities from back home could be adapted for use in with this world's magical rules.

And Sundering was quite surprising. Not in terms of the content of the syllabus- that was roughly what he'd expected of such a class- but in terms of the one teaching it. Professor King was both a charming young lady and obviously passionate about her subject, both qualities that endeared her to her newest student. Perhaps he should bring her an apple next class, if that was a thing that was done here.

Draconic Knowledge was the real mystery, though. What sort of knowledge might they be learning regarding dragons? Was it simply draconic magic? Or more general knowledge, such as history, anatomy, or even their favorite pass-times? It seemed he was about to find out, as he walked into class and looked around for an empty seat.

A Little Song and Dance

Before trying out his routine in Anastra proper, Sylvando thought it might be best to have his fellow students be a test audience of sorts. And thus Sylvando found a likely little square on campus; plenty of foot traffic after classes, but not so crowded that he'd cause a disruption. He bent down to briefly stroke and speak to his new familiar, Magdalena, "Ready for your big debut, darling?", he said. The cat meowed and butted her head against his palm, which he took to mean yes.

Thus, with his feline friend in tow, Sylvando hopped up onto the lip of a fountain's basin while Magdalena made several more jumps to settle primly on top of the head of the statue of a wizard that made up the fountain's centerpiece. After laying down a box for tips- just because this was mostly a rehearsal didn't mean that he couldn't do a little busking-, he played a little tune on his flute to get the attention of passers by. And once he had it he showed no intention of letting it go, mixing in music, real magic- primarily from his own world but a bit from this one too-, stage magic, and juggling.

For the show's finale, Magdalena- who most spectators had likely forgotten about, if they'd noticed her at all- leaped from the statue's head, over the stream of water spouting from its wand, and through the ring created by the colorful balls Sylvando was juggling to land neatly on the ground between him and the crowd. Sylvando gave all of his juggling balls one final toss upward, higher than before, made a flourish with one hand and snapped his fingers; the balls burst into a shower of harmless pink magical sparkles that floated gently down on him, his cat and a few of the nearest spectators.

He then took a bow and even the cat seemed to do the same as the audience applauded. "Thank you, thank you all," Sylvando said. "Truly, it's the smiles on all of your faces that makes every performance so special!"

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(OOC: You know what to do. :3)
(OOC Note: No TDM threads are being counted as canon for Sylvando, just so everyone knows.)

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The gathering crowd of people had initially drawn his eye; curious to what could be drawing students together around the fountain. It didn't take long to find the source, but that he recognized the performer came as a jolt. Eleven rushed to join the crowd, watching, if not quite following the act itself until it finished in a shower of pink.

He laughed and as the crowd offered tips and praise, Eleven shoved himself to the front, beaming.

"Sylv!" he said brightly, grinning. "It's so good to see you here!"

Even though he has dealt with dragons back in his world, Harry did learn very early on that the dragons in Anastara are completely different from those dragons. While he is pretty surprised to learn that the backpack he was given during the arrivals is rather spacious in stuffing in many things inside, he did let out a little chuckle as it reminded him how Hermione is packed a lot of things into her handbag with some Charms.

He is getting some of his stuff for class and his seat just so happens to be next door to an empty available seat, ready for the picking.

Hendrik wasn't sure what to do and he hated the thought of looking any more lost or confused than he probably already did. The classes he had were written in a smaller scrawl than what he was used to so he had to hold the paper up to his face a little closer than normal.

So he walked with his head down and stopped a few feet short of where Sylvando was and continued to stare at his paper, trying to memorize his schedule. "I do not understand where it is that my next class is."

Sylvando had been thanking a few of his audience members individually- mostly ones who had tipped-, when he heard the familiar voice pipe up. Sylvando gasped when he heard it, then gave an almost girlish squeal of joy upon seeing that he hadn't heard wrong. "Darling! It's you!", he said. He darted over to sweep his younger friend up in a hug. "It's so good to see you too! I thought I'd never see you again. And I certainly never expected to find you here, of all places!"

Spotting the open seat (and a familiar face), Sylvando slid into it before anyone else claimed it. "Well, fancy meeting you here, Harry darling," he said. "Have you been settling in alright?"

Well, look who it was. He wondered if Hendrick had realized who he was talking to, or if he was too focused on the paper he was squinting at? And even if Hendrick did recognize him as Sylvando, would he truly recognize him after all this time? He was willing to bet not, but only time would tell.

For now though, he couldn't leave the big fellow looking so lost. "Well, I haven't been here long, but I can certainly take a look-see if you like," he said. "Maybe we can figure it out together eh?"

Oh good, someone is going to be his classmate today which is going to be amazing. However, even though he could hear his name, the identity of the person who knows his name wasn’t. Did another version of him lived in the same world as the man who greeted him? He honestly can’t be sure just yet.

“Oh yes, that would be me. I’m still adjusting at the moment: it does get confusing at times,” Harry replies as he looks at Sylvando, “Although I don’t remember meeting you before. Have we met before?”

(Apologies in advance if Harry doesn’t remember his time in Magic Kingdoms.)

Another friend who didn't remember the Magic Kingdoms it seemed. Well, that was alright; all this meant was that they could get to know each other all over again. "We have, yes," he said. "Or at least I met a version of you. Before I was brought here, I was brought to a different world call the Magic Kingdoms, where you and I both became apprentice sorcerers, working to free the land from the grips of the Corrosion. It was quite an adventure! Though I do wonder if fate might be telling me something, sending me to two different places where I have to train my magic; though I do know a bit back home, it's not normally my specialty."

"But in any case, it's good to meet you again, darling." He gives a slight bow in Harry's direction, at least as much as their position allows. "The Great Sylvando, at your service."

“Well, I suppose that the other me must have been enjoying himself while clearing away the Corrosion in the Magic Kingdoms, didn’t he?” Harry could’ve sworn that he was smirking back ay Sylvando, “Either way, it’s really nice to meet you, Sylvando.”

It appears that the young wizard had thrown into plenty of worlds by this time, though apparently the time in the Magic Kingdoms felt like an anomaly to him whereas he does remember Avalon well.

“Before I came here, I was in a place known as the Isle of Avalon where Arthurian myths, magic and science and tech mingle together and time was frozen everywhere, so me and a couple of others were called in to use their magic to restore it and save time and our worlds,” he explains to Syl, “And I did meet their Merlin and he’s like a social media influencer in there.”

Eleven laughed and pat his friend in turn, though his smile faded some.

"I'm sorry to have worried you," he said in an attempt to reassure, though he wasn't sure whether that was due to turning back time or simply arriving here. "But we're here now, and I'm glad you're looking well. Hendrik and Erik are too, if you haven't seen them yet."

He was still staring at the paper and squinting at the small notes a fellow classmate had written down for him in order to help him along. For whatever reason they were just about too small to read at this point.

But hearing the voice, the tall knight looked up from his paper. Norberto? He was here too along with the Luminary? Blue eyes blinked a few times with the surprise he couldn't quite hide, and looked away a moment and then back again before handing the paper over. Then he coughed into his brown leather glove.

"I cannot make out the tiny words on the page, they are too small for my eyes."

Sylvando, for his part, gave a mildly puzzled look at Hendrick's surprise. Was that look because he recognized him simply as someone from home? He knew that Hendrick had likely seen him with the Luminary on one or two occasions, and he was a well-known performer besides. Or was it something more?

For the moment at least, there was something else to be doing. He accepted the paper, taking a look at the line Hendrick had indicated. "Hmm... No wonder you're having a hard time reading this," he said. "Whoever wrote it seriously needs to work on their penmanship, on top of their handwriting being small. But I believe it says you need to be heading for room 204. Which would be on the second floor, right near the south staircase if I'm not mistaken."

"I hope so," Sylvando said. "There's still quite a bit of work to be done there, and it wouldn't do to leave the people high and dry." In fact, he hoped he'd be able to get back there, and help finish the job. He had given his word, after all.

"Ooh, that does sound exciting!", he said upon hearing of where Harry had been. "Though funnily enough, there was a Merlin in the Magic Kingdoms too. Blue robes, tall pointy hat, beard almost down to the floor; sound familiar?"

"No, I haven't," Sylvando said. "But I'll certainly keep a lookout now that I know they're here." It would certainly be wonderful to see Erik again after so long, but Hendrick... Hendrick might be a problem.

"Hendrick hasn't given you any trouble, has he?", he said. "The last time I saw him, he was still caught up in that 'Darkspawn' business, and I think we both know that he's quite a persistent fellow."

If he had seen a certain animated film featuring Merlin in his world, he could’ve instantly remember it, but he didn’t and it still doesn’t seem to register to him as well.

“Huh, never got to know that Merlin very well, the Merlin in Avalon looks a lot younger than the one I know of at home,” he admits to Sylvando, “Though my world’s Merlin did have a similar white beard and he did wear robes and pointy hats back in the days of my world’s King Arthur, though I don’t know if his beard is just as long as the Merlin in the Magic Kingdoms.”

He waited, wondering if Sylvando was going to be able to interpret the tiny text. It had frustrated him because he could always read things ever since Jasper taught him how. But it was a relief to his ears to hear that it wasn't old age creeping up on him unexpectedly and that the text was hard to read.

"Room two oh four South side." Hendrik repeated, looking at his companion. "Have you had a chance to see the Luminary as of yet?"

"Yes, unless one or both of them turn up here, there'd be no way to know for sure," Sylvando said. "Though I do wonder how the Magic Kingdoms' Merlin would react to being sent back down to the level of an apprentice himself if he was brought here? He's quite an accomplished sorcerer, after all, and no spring chicken. I can just see him grumbling and blustering at his teachers, most of whom don't have a white hair among them. It would likely be fun to watch."

"I certainly have," Sylvando said. "I ran into him after giving a little performance after class yesterday; it was quite a wonderful surprise! He mentioned that you and Erik were both here, though I'm still keeping a lookout for that distinctive head of blue hair."

"It was good to hear that we're finally past that whole nasty 'Darkspawn' business. The last time I saw you before being magically swept away to another world, you were still chasing us." He was coming to realize that the people he met could not only be from different places, but also different times, which put a new wrinkle in things. But it also made things more interesting.

“Yeah, I thought so well. On the other hand, that would be an interesting sight to see, that’s for certain,” Harry couldn’t help thinking about the possible scenario, “I think that he would have been made into an excellent professor here.”

Hendrik nodded. "I am sure that they are safe." Wherever they were was another issue. But he had faith that Eleven would come find him if something horrible was amiss.

The next part though had him shake his head and he lowered it a little. "That seemed like so long ago and another lifetime." And seriously that's what it seemed like to him. But then he raised his gaze back to Sylvando. "The last time I saw you, we were dropping everyone off from Cetacea's back."

And he was pretty sure if this intel was correct, Norberto probably wouldn't know who that was.

"Oh," Eleven laughed. "No, he's fine. He's sworn himself to me, so he just follows me around a lot of the time, now."

Which admittedly, was some trouble at times, but he'd welcome it over being hunted.

A familiar question popped to his tongue, but Eleven grinned with it, looking Sylvando over.

"You must be in Valhudor, right? Surely there's no other house that suits you better."

Sylvando looked a bit relieved. "Well, that's one load off my mind then," he said. "It does make sense though, after... everything that happened at Yggdrasil; I suppose that would make anyone change their tune, even him." It was good to hear that Hendrick had finally come around, though; he was quite a fine fellow, even if he was far too stiff for Sylv's tastes, and a far better man to have with you than against you.

As for the question, he grinned wryly. "I'm in Ka, actually. Though I was just as surprised as you are. I suppose they thought that my smile spreading talents could be of more service elsewhere."

"Oh I don't doubt it," Sylvando said. "I imagine he could teach everyone here a thing or two, even if his magic doesn't normally work quite the same way; he seems the type who'd just take to teaching naturally too, professor or not." He'd often wondered whether Merlin would rather be teaching or experimenting as opposed to acting as something of an administrator as his duties required, but needs must.

Harry nods in return just moments before the class is about to begin and gets his quill pen ready for the lecture in question.

“That would be a sight to behold, I’m pretty certain for sure,” he admits to Sylvando, “With a mind like that, he could definitely go the distance in Diatu.”

"It does, doesn't it?", Sylvando said. Everything from before the fall felt almost like another life, despite it not being nearly as long ago for him as it had for Hendrick. So much had changed so suddenly, for them, and for all of Erdrea.

And the somewhat puzzled look he got at the last comment would confirm his suspicions. "Cetacea?"

"That he could, darling," Sylvando said. "Though I imagine he could go the distance most anywhere."

He then had to quiet down himself, getting his own lavender quill ready to go. One didn't talk in class when their teacher was a rather large and intimidating-looking dragon, after all. But there was nothing stopping them from picking up the conversation again after class.

The knight nodded. Sometimes he wondered if he was dreaming that he was back here after so many events had transpired back home. They'd vanquished the darkness, though there was still the ache every time he looked at Serena, knowing her twin sister had given her life to save them.

It still was all quite unfair in his eyes.

But then he looked over at his companion at the last question and blinked. "So you cannot recall who she is?"

The class went in a very quiet way besides discussions and students asking questions. Harry has been trying to keep with what the dragon professor is talking and writing on the blackboard through his note taking with his quill pen.

Since he is a new student, he doesn’t want to get on his bad side of he wants to pass this class by making a wrong move.

Yggdrasil. Sylv remembered Her Fall, then. But it almost sounded as though he didn't recall Hendrik joining them.

"Ka?" he repeated, taken out of his musings by surprise. He frowned. "That seems an odd choice for you. You're with Erik, then."

That was likely because he didn't as El would probably soon find out. "Well at least I've got company, then," Sylvando said. "Though they've got me staying in quarters that are normally for the staff, likely due to my age. Can't have me getting in the way of the younger students' campus hijinks, I suppose."

Sylv was a new student too, despite his age, and also busied himself taking notes, at one point asking a question to clarify something. It helped that the subject was fascinating enough that the fact that their teacher was a dragon didn't distract from it. Well, not too much at least.

As the class wound down, he jotted down his homework assignment, half paying attention to the professor's parting remarks and half wondering what was for lunch that day.

When Sylvando was from, the ache was different, still the ache of not knowing, somewhat soothed by the presence of his friends here. But he'd likely find out about all that had happened soon enough.

For the moment, though, he simply shook his head. "I'm afraid not, darling," he said. "Though I'll admit, you've piqued my interest. We were getting off her back, you said? She must be a big one if all of us could fit on there in the first place."

The purple head shook. "Had I not been there, I would find all of it hard to believe." It had been quite the shock to his system, even to be in the presence of the Luminary when Cetacea had been 'fished' out of the clouds. And travelling to different places on her back had him secretly pinching himself at times to reassure his own mind that he hadn't been dreaming it up.

"But we defeated Mordegon, and that was the most important thing of all."

The fact that the professor they have is a dragon doesn’t distract him one bit: he has met a talking duck back in Avalon after all, so he doesn’t blink at him in blank confusion.

With the class nearing its end, Harry takes note of the homework that the class will need to work on while trying to let the lesson to sink in his mind. This is going to take a long while to digest it figuratively.

"Oh," he said, briefly puzzled. He hadn't thought of that, and found himself a touch disappointed his friends wouldn't see each other as much.

"But you'll still share classes, I guess," he mused aloud. "I wish I was in more of those with you."

"You know, oddly enough, I haven't seen him there either," Sylv said. "We must have the required classes at different times, I suppose. But I'm sure we'll find each other sooner or later; the school isn't that big, after all."

"Though having different classes will just make study sessions that much more fun. And we could share each other's notes on subjects we don't have if anyone's interested."

Homework jotted down, class was soon dismissed. Sylvando stood and stretched a bit before neatly packing away his things. "Well that was certainly interesting," he said. "I admit, I didn't know quite what to expect from a 'Draconic knowledge' class, but this looks like it could be fun, even if our teacher is a bit on the grumpy side."

"There's quite a few things in our lives that could fall into that category, honey," he said. "Including being whisked away to another world to attend a magic school. But still, I can believe it."

And Mordegon defeated. He'd heard it from Eleven already, of course, but it was always good to hear it again. "Definitely. It hasn't happened for me yet, but I'll never get tired of hearing that we gave him what-for."

“Yeah, I would agree too, Sylvando. I am also looking forward to learn more about dragons of this world and their history,” Harry agrees with Syl as he packs away his stuff as soon as class has been dismissed for the day, “I’m pretty certain that one of my best friend’s older brothers would love to attend the Draconic Knowledge class very well: Charlie works with dragons back in Romania and is an expert on them.”

"Ooh, that does sound like an exciting job!", Sylvando said. "We have dragons back in Erdrea too, but most of them aren't nearly so friendly as our dear professor. In fact they tend to be quite a lot of trouble and are among the most dangerous types of monsters. If the dragons from your world are anything like the ones from mine, this Charlie must be quite a brave young fellow."

“Yeah, he is definitely brave in handling the dragons of my world,” he agrees, “They are all wild creatures over there, so they don’t have the same level of intelligence and sentience compared to the dragons of this world and our professor. It does take a lot of guts to handle them without getting burnt.”

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A little magic, and a lot of fabulousness

Song and Dance

Classing Up Classes (Draconic Knowledge)

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And this should be interesting, timeline wise, take 2. X3

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