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[ the post goes up late Thursday, into the evening hours. and MAN is Strange so thankful for this magical journal system. He really doesn't want to have to write this multiple times. ]

One of our new visitors is an enchanter of some sort. He has cursed me and trapped Sabriel.

Francis, McGonagall, I shall need your help. I cannot save Sabriel alone. Likewise, I will need to help of any new magicians who might have arrived with the visitors. As I cannot tell the new magicians this myself, I am relying on the rest of the ship's crew to pass on this message as I cannot myself. Please meet me at my room—the proper one, not my cursed apartment.

Persson, Sheehan, I have a question of you. How can one dream up an item they had back home? Does it work the same as the communal dream of Goodsir and Jopson's rooms or can I do this by myself? I know the item's properties perfectly as I created it myself, I simply need it here. Do not come to me in person, simply respond with your journal.

As for the rest of the ship, I need a mirror and something dead—flowers, perhaps? Please leave them outside my door if you have them. There is a spell I can still cast, a spell to see what my enemy is doing. I do not know who my enemy is but the enchanter hurt Sabriel. Undoubtedly he is my enemy and undoubtedly he is on this ship.

Stay safe.

(no subject)

Date: 2020-07-17 07:44 pm (UTC)
sssstephen: (I will crush you with magic little man)
From: [personal profile] sssstephen
Like a moth over the shoulder the Gentleman can feel something tickling the back of his neck. He whips himself around and raises his brow, looking off into the nothing with a deeply annoyed scowl.

The magician can see him now, but it doesn't mean his fun has to be over.

(no subject)

Date: 2020-07-17 10:17 pm (UTC)
mayiofferyouacoughdrop: (albus no)
From: [personal profile] mayiofferyouacoughdrop
McGonagall doesn't see the person in the mirror, but she can practically smell the magic in the air, and the look on Strange's face is very telling. She motions to the quill and parchment. "What do you see?"

(no subject)

Date: 2020-07-18 01:39 am (UTC)
mayiofferyouacoughdrop: (excuse)
From: [personal profile] mayiofferyouacoughdrop
"'Him'?" she repeats. "An old enemy, I assume?" She's familiar enough with those. "Is there anything that can be done, aside from protection spells?" He seems to think his enemy will remain invisible to the sane, and she's willing to take his word for it. If that is the case, then the only thing left to do is to protect the ship and the rest of the crew.

(no subject)

Date: 2020-07-18 03:41 am (UTC)
mayiofferyouacoughdrop: (say what)
From: [personal profile] mayiofferyouacoughdrop
She stares at him. Kittens. Her kittens. The word hits her in the heart in a way she hadn't expected. She doesn't think she ever would have referred to her students that way--silly. Fanciful. But it suits. The children she's guarded and taught and helped to raise. Her kittens.

She swallows. "Thank you, Mr. Strange. I've lost too many students. It doesn't get easier." She pulls a smile onto her face. "I will do my best for the rest of the ship. I believe I have one or two tricks I might be able to employ."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-07-18 04:54 am (UTC)
mayiofferyouacoughdrop: (say what)
From: [personal profile] mayiofferyouacoughdrop
She nods and after a moment's hesitation, squeezes it back. "You're welcome," she says. "Please contact me if there's anything else you need. I'll be here in a moment." She's discovered that she can Apparate, so long as she stays within the confines of the dream.

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