New York.

[bad-luck-wolf.livejournal.com]

Will and the artist formerly known as NamelessGuy Garo ('Ro? Gar? Is not easy to make nicknames of such things) have arrived in New York, having been ferried by Nathan.

'Ro, for his part, is staring with rather childlike wonder at the city. The countryside was one thing, but this 'city' is tiny to him.

"S'small." Brightly.

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

She got quiet and her cheeks turned pink at that.

[will_scarlett]

So he kisses her and pulls her into so close she fits.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She kissed him back, but there was a sound of somebody clearing their throat, and a chill to the air as a shadowy figure floated past.

"...Oh, forgot to warn Garo about the ghosts too. They're ok though."

[will_scarlett]

Will turns a bit pale and he's cross himself but Kate's in his arms,

"G.ghosts?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, there's one called Sir Nicholas who doesn't seem that bad. He's pretty friendly. It's ok." She kissed his forehead to reassure him.

"They usually leave the living alone, and they've just been lonely and confused about being here too."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, that's good."

He takes a long breathe before kissing her again.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"They might even be able to help us with the place. Even though some of the paintings were calling me a muggle for some reasons. Took a while to realize they meant somebody who doesn't use magic."

She then tug him along with her.

"Come on, there was a tower up this way."

[will_scarlett]

"Nice to be up 'igh an that wasna nice o''em."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, figured you'd like that more than the ones that are more underground. Whoever's in the painting there was a real jerk, and I almost found a torch to light it on fire. The one upstairs has this lady who kept asking for a password. Maybe she'll open up to you more."

[will_scarlett]

He holds her a bit tighter as they go up the stairs,

"Sure if we're polite to 'er, she'll let us in."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Tried, though she can be as stubborn as us." The stairs started to move under their feet.

"Hang on!"

[will_scarlett]

This is strange, but its a bit like a branch swinging so Will grins as his arm goes around her waist.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Warned you, it happens pretty often. Looks like we're getting closer to the tower though." The stairs stopped by a corridor where there was a painting of an obese lady partway down.

[will_scarlett]

He bows to the woman as they arrive,

"Would ye let us in, milady?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Password?" She simply said, though there was a small smile at the bow.

Kate sighed, "I already told you, there's no way to get the password. Unless we come up with a new one."

[will_scarlett]

"Probably somethin' rather simple, aye. Could be griffin or dragon or lady love."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Maybe, or our luck, it'd be something fairy."

There was a brief noise from the painting, and she turned to look at the lady who held an expectant expression on her face.

Kate's jaw dropped a little, "..........Fairy something? Tale, wings?"

[will_scarlett]

"'rhaps their dancin' lights."

Will gives Kate a grin since he sort of likes the painting.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Fairy lights? What kind of... password..." She trailed off because the painting opened to let them in.

"...You got to be kidding me."

"Not at all my dear, go ahead. You Gryffindors never change."

Kate blinked, and then helped Will step inside the common room.

When they were out of earshot of the painting, she then asked, "Ok, so what the hell is a Gryffindor?"

[will_scarlett]

The room is warm and comfortable and Will flops down on a couch,

"Na sure, but they've a wonderful place 'ere. Must be somethin' 'bout 'em round 'ere."

Scrolls and books dot the common room along with a pot of hot cocoa and some scones, which Will starts munching on before starting the fire going.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"I guess. Maybe something in one of these books."

Kate blinked, "Wait wouldn't those be stale?" She then picked up a scone. Didn't feel or smell stale though. And the pot seemed hot.

"....Ok, this is strange, almost like we were expected? I didn't get a close look at kitchens, might be more supplies. Though who made this?"

She walked over, and found "Hogwarts, a History."

"Oh, ok, looks an overview of this place. Hogwarts. Weird name."

[will_scarlett]

"Sounds magical an dinna taste bad, just relax, love an come be near me."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She kept the book with her, as she headed over to sit on the couch with him. She reached out to stroke his hair lightly.

"Yeah, there's things about this place being founded by wizards and witches, explains a lot."

[will_scarlett]

"Do they say what it means to be a Gryffindor or whate'er that lady called us?"

His arm finds its way around her shoulders as he makes sure she's properly snuggled in.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She flipped through the pages, and then read, "Well, there was somebody named Godric Gryffindor. He wanted to pick the bravest for the school, but thought anyone with magic ability should attend. Liked to duel, and spoke out against muggle-discrimination. Seems like a good guy."