So we've all seen Doug in the Harry Potter universe.. right?
I came out of the portal into a stone arch, conveniently placed at helmet level. The brain bucket saved me from crippling injury or death, but I ended up stone cold unconscious.
When I came to, the expected headache wasn't there, nor was the helmet, or the far wall. Instead I was propped up in a fairly nice bed that bent up like a hospital bed, elevating my torso. This allowed me to look around at the fairly boring Early Victorian Hospital room I was in. My gaze tracked across my helmet, looking as good as new and sitting on the seat of my bike, propped up incongruously against the far wall, an end table with a book and a pair of glasses on it, and a dozing young man in an overstuffed chair. Something about him seemed familiar.
"Huh" I said, and the young man's eyes popped open. Standing casually and stretching, he smiled his way across the room, all elbows and gangly knees in his robes.
"Well, hello, then!" He said cheerfully, transferring his wand to his left hand and replacing the glasses on his face with his right. "I do hope you'd care to explain yourself and your circumstances, sir! But first, introductions!" He bowed, a theatrical sweep of arms and knees that looked like a bundle of sticks falling down a staircase and ending up folded into a swingset. "I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Head Prefect of Howarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I am most pleased to meet you, Mr.?"
Oh Boy.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
I came out of the portal into a stone arch, conveniently placed at helmet level. The brain bucket saved me from crippling injury or death, but I ended up stone cold unconscious.
When I came to, the expected headache wasn't there, nor was the helmet, or the far wall. Instead I was propped up in a fairly nice bed that bent up like a hospital bed, elevating my torso. This allowed me to look around at the fairly boring Early Victorian Hospital room I was in. My gaze tracked across my helmet, looking as good as new and sitting on the seat of my bike, propped up incongruously against the far wall, an end table with a book and a pair of glasses on it, and a dozing young man in an overstuffed chair. Something about him seemed familiar.
"Huh" I said, and the young man's eyes popped open. Standing casually and stretching, he smiled his way across the room, all elbows and gangly knees in his robes.
"Well, hello, then!" He said cheerfully, transferring his wand to his left hand and replacing the glasses on his face with his right. "I do hope you'd care to explain yourself and your circumstances, sir! But first, introductions!" He bowed, a theatrical sweep of arms and knees that looked like a bundle of sticks falling down a staircase and ending up folded into a swingset. "I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Head Prefect of Howarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I am most pleased to meet you, Mr.?"
Oh Boy.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies