I feel my eyes mildly cross, and desperately wish that everyone and their dog (corgi, actually) who seemed to know who I was would kindly refrain. Somehow, I was caught up in this mess of a situation, with literally no idea what was going on.
Lovely
Unfortunately, dry-heaving was far less likely to work here, given that some of the people here seemed not to be squeamish students, so the best choice was, of course, to roll with the story so conveniently provided for me. "Displaced foreign souls" indeed, hardly. If Men's Grey here wasn't one himself, or aware of why, I'd eat my shiny stilettos. Watching everyone you know be consumed by otherworldly beings sounded like a fantastic setup for lasting trauma, and perhaps severe paranoia.
I gently raise a shaking hand, and wave a gentle hello, allowing my other hand to come up and conceal my mouth, also conveniently obscuring my cramping smile.
Really, what am I to do here? I have no idea what's going on, but the other "travellers" seem to be far more comfortable than myself, if indeed the man beside me is to be trusted. Likely, they are some sort of group, and I was pulled along for the ride, so to speak. My how irresponsible, truly, magic really was at an all time low if standards like these were what passed for "acceptable". Wizards these days, no manners or skill at all, can't even perform transdimensional soul transfers without getting bystanders involved. It was no wonder magic is thought to be dead, the users were likely all hiding in shame of their lack of ability. Really, what would Newton say?
"Pass the drugs" perhaps, so that's a line of thought better left untouched.
I hang my head, and let my weariness show. Corner of the eyes, that's the ticket. Few more wrinkles than a lady of my age should really show, yeah, that'll send up warning signs like no other. Future spouse of this lady, I do apologize for the extra 10 minutes it'll take this body to cover them up with makeup, it's surely for a good cause.
Well. It's for my cause, which is a good one by definition.
I loll my head by my (massive) chest, and allow words to wash over me. Now, now, let's see what you have to say...
