I am very sorry, but this seems to be the only channel availible. I am from kyngdom, and I seemed to- nevermind. But I am here for a reason. I made a time machine, and it took me here. (not a doctor who refrence...) To conform to your, confusing, customs, I will now fill out a form about myself, and then explain more. (kick me off if you want) 

Name; Elliot

Age;100 and something

Appearence; tall with black hair and blue eyes. Wears a monicle. Has retractible blades in arms. (I will explain later) 

Fandoms; n/a

Fighting skills; (since this is from the perspective of my charrie, these are my charrie's fighting abilities, sorry) Bladework, stratagy, artificing, commanding troops

Hogwarts House; Ravenclaw

AE;n/a

Mc or AE; n/a

I am from SailHaven, a steampunk floating city. There is a war, and stuff is going on... So, can I join? 

I am very sorry, but this seems to be the only channel availible. I am from kyngdom, and I seemed to- nevermind. But I am here for a reason. I made a time machine, and it took me here. (not a doctor who refrence...) To conform to your, confusing, customs, I will now fill out a form about myself, and then explain more. (kick me off if you want) 

Name; Elliot

Age;100 and something

Appearence; tall with black hair and blue eyes. Wears a monicle. Has retractible blades in arms. (I will explain later) 

Fandoms; n/a

Fighting skills; (since this is from the perspective of my charrie, these are my charrie's fighting abilities, sorry) Bladework, stratagy, artificing, commanding troops

Hogwarts House; Ravenclaw

AE;n/a

Mc or AE; n/a

I am from SailHaven, a steampunk floating city. There is a war, and stuff is going on... So, can I join? 

Sorry, forgot to mettion: I can talk to animals, but I would have to make a ton of references to Kyngdom, so take my word for it.

Indi, this is really good so far!!!!! :) I hope I'll show up soon! I know you'll do it perfectly, as you did with the others. :D

I love it! I think it would be really funny if the Avengers ran into some wizards and said "Are you superheroes or..." and the wizards said "Erm, well you have powers..." and then there was an awkward silence.

“Just because we have it doesn’t mean we should use it!” Brookeria snapped. “I keep on telling you- we can only use it when evidence of a time paradox is already evident in the time stream, otherwise we might break the fabric of the space time continium. We don’t know what will happen, this is a completely new field-”

There was a pause, and then Brookeira rubbing her forehead and suppressing a groan. She loved Captain America, but he was so ANNOYING sometimes. “Sending you back to the nineteen forties would DEFINITELY mess up the time stream. The results could be disastrous.” She took a deep breath to steady herself. “Look, I know being seventy years in the future is a very odd and disorienting experience, but I really can not.”

Another pause. “Yes, thank you. Have a good day.” Brookeria snapped shut her phone and slipped it into her messenger bag, which held the folder holding all the evidence for her argument that the Avengers should not use her new technology to try to redo the battle of New York in the hope it would turn out better. Brookeira shoved open the door to the meeting room and tried to put her exhaustion behind her. Being the voice of reason of the Avengers was hard work.

~

“Goodbye, Mother, Grandmama,” S.E. said, kissing her mother on her cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” She fiddled with the supplies she carried on her back- a pouch of arrows, her crossbow and a scatchel full of the food she had been given.

“Thou shall be going now, I presume,” Her mother said with a wry smile. “Thou hast already said fare thee well multiply times.” Her mother, who spoke in an odd mixture of mangled modern speech and the Old English Middle Earth favored, would definitely be among the things S.E. missed from Middle Earth. S.E. was the rope of a tug of war between worlds, always wishing to be one place or the other.

S.E. grinned. “You are right, of course. Fare thee well, Mama.” She gave her Grandmother a nod and started off towards the cave that held the portal between the worlds. She longed to linger in this land of great green grassy fields and blue skies, but it had already been almost six days, and it would already take her most of the day to reach the cave that held the portal. Whistling through dry lips, S.E. set off.

~

Bridget Fellin, better known as St.Owl, ran her hands over the smooth parchment. On the front, in emerald ink, read her name and address. On the back, cracked wax imprinted with the Hogwarts seal marked it as an acceptance letter. And inside, lay her ticket to the magical world.

St.Owl hardly needed to open the letter, but she did, slowly, acting uncertain. She faked her surprise rather well, if she did say so herself. “M-magic?” She asked uncertainly.

“Has anything rather odd happened to you?” The Professor- Bridget did not recall her name- asked, a gentle smile on her face.

“Y-yeah, I g-guess so,” St.Owl mumbled, leaning her head down so the shadows covered her grin. She was going to Hogwarts!

Toppity toppity top top top!

Another top, in the form of. . .

ST.OWL'S FANTASTIC AND HIGHLY INTERESTING JOURNAL (NOT DIARY) ENTRIES PART I

Things have gotten really bizzare, really fast.

One, those Harry Potter books. . . they're supposed to be fiction, but they're obviously not. That guy, my letter. . . it's all completely real. I've pinched myself about five times, don't worry.

Two, why was that guy so afraid? From what I've read, most wizards are good. I can understand why they'd want to Obliviate a Muggle, but kill one? Isn't that extreme? Maybe he wasn't quite right in the head. 

Come to think of it, how did he know? Has he read the books? If so, why hasn't he been Obliviated? He obviously knows something. . .

I'm extremely confused, but being confused is bothersome. I'M GOING TO HOGWARTS! Maybe I can even bring a cat! I'll buy my parents an owl, maybe, so we can keep in touch, though. . . AND I'LL GET TO DO SPELLS! AND GET MY OWN WAND! AND BE SORTED! Gosh, this is absolutely awesome! I wonder who's Headmaster. Will Neville be my Herbology teacher? Is McGonagall still alive?

Well, I'll know soon, I suppose!

ST. OUT!

The fifth update, featuring a paranoid Indigo (I orriginally wasn't going to include me, but I thought it would be fun to have someone be paranoid and if I used anyone else they might get annoyed. Indigo thinks it's hilarious, so all is well and good.)

S.E. stepped into the cave, still whistling through her chapped lips. She froze when she saw a dragon curled around the portal. The dark scales shimmered in the light as the dragon slowly moved towards her. Gold eyes slowly examined her with surprising intelligence. S.E. shuddered under the foreign gaze, reached for her bow and arrows, though at close range and against a dragon…

The dragon hissed and a tiny spurt of fire singed the swinging tip of S’s elf lock. S.E. winced and slipped her weapons back into her pack. Holding her hands up defensively, she slowly started to walk out. The dragon turned away, no longer interested.

S.E. sat just outside the cave, leaning against the cool rock, trying to think. A dragon… it must be a young dragon, because she saw no evidence of a hoard. If she made a bargain with it perhaps it would let her through. Standing on unsteady legs, she started forward. The sight of the dragon’s gold eyes glittering made her shiver, but she had to get home to her dad.

~

The nights were always the worst.

Indigo, like St.Owl, had not had the best introduction to the more abnormal world. St.Owl had gotten a forbidden book and an invitation to a school of magic; Indigo had gotten some immortal statues who moved whenever she blinked.

She snuggled closer to her snake. The snake wrapped itself around her arms, slithering so it was covered by the blankets. Although her snake also slept, it’s eyes looked to be open constantly and Indigo had taught it to wake her when it caught sight of a sleeping angel. Even with the protection of her snake, she still felt nervous. Only a month ago, an angel had managed to get close to killing her- too close. Even with the quantum locked angel as proof, Indigo’s family was still not accepting the new reality. Indigo’s sister had helped her grind up the angel but only because it was an “ugly statue” and had not been interested in burying the dust ten feet under. She said Indigo was “paranoid”. Indigo had laughed. “It’s not paranoia if you’re right, is it?”

Indigo reached for the mirrored glasses case and put on her mirrored contact lenses. Everything was mirrored; after she had discovered that even reflected images of weeping angels could qauntum lock them, she had mirrored everything. Mirrored contact lenses, mirrored glasses, mirrors in the hall and in her room.

Even mirrors did not show her who she was.