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The side character sat calmly in their room, except they were not calm and this was definitely not their room.
For one their room was orange, and they’d remember if their room were such a horrendous shade of orange. Truly the orange was the most eye searing thing to have ever existed.
For another, there was a poster with the words ‘NARCISSA MALFOY IN THE WEREWOLF OF THE OPERA’ on their wall, and from what they remember Malfoy’s mother was not a singer- though they’d never been close as they were a ravenclaw, and they preferred to keep to themselves. They also didn’t understand why of all people they’d choose her to have in their room.
Or why there was a chocolate frog card with Dumbledore waving a pro Vegemite flag.
They pulled out an edition of the daily prophet only to be met with the face of SEVERUS SNAPE in a one man production of THE FORGOTTEN PRINCE. Then put it back down. They were not touching that with a 10ft pole, please and thank you. They valued the remains of their sanity.
Now they knew that this was in some way their room. Their house had the same layout, had old trinkets they remembered from their childhood that they’d thought lost ages ago. Their room was the same as it was when they were 10 (bar the bloody ORANGE walls).
“Well, looks like I’m not in Kansas anymore,” they sighed, “it’s not like it could get any weirder at least.”
They, dear reader, are wrong. Don’t jinx yourself.
An owl flew into their window. Shattering it instantly. Glass rained on them, but then disappeared with a crack and reappeared as a fully formed window pane, much to their disgust.
This life is not going to be an easy one, huh.
They, dear reader, are right.