You wake up in a Hotel Room. A Calendar on the Wall informs you that today´s date is 25th August 1870.
Some Papers on Table in the Room informs you that you are in London, specific in the Diagon Alley.
Two letters with your name on them catch your attention.
The First letter comes from Hogwarts:
Dear [Student Name],
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the upcoming academic year. Your letter of acceptance and the Hogwarts Express ticket is enclosed.
The new school year will commence on September 1st, 1870, and we eagerly await your arrival at Hogwarts.
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The rest of the Letter goes on with informing you about the Houses and what stuff you need.
However the second letter reads the following:
Dear Chewtoy,
Congratulations on your new body, I hope you're enjoying your upgraded Meatsack. A Fanalis. The newest Model. It's the perfect body for someone who wants to make absolutely no difference in the world. But at least you get to run a marathon in record time, that's sure to come in handy while you're stuck at Hogwarts!
It's not like anyone was clamoring for one of those, but hey, at least you get some new abilities like superhuman strength and speed. Too bad you're still stuck at Hogwarts where those abilities are about as useful as a chocolate teapot.
But wait, there's more! You're also the proud owner of the Shivering Isles, a place that doesn't even exist in this dimension. So you can enjoy the luxury of owning a piece of property in a non-existent realm.
And as if that wasn't enough, you also get to be a master of D&D magic and Elder Scrolls magic. I bet you can hardly contain your excitement. Who needs to be popular or have friends when you can nerd out over two types of magic that only exist in the realm of nerdy ass fantasy? Because what's more exciting than being a master of magics that only exist in the realm of basement-dwelling nerds, right ?
Oh, and let's not forget the 10 million galleons you'll be raking in every year. I mean, who needs to worry about the value of money when you're stuck at a school for magic, right?
You know, just enough to buy a couple of broomsticks and a lifetime supply of butterbeer. Who needs to make a difference in the world when you can spend all your time playing Quidditch and partying?
And if that still doesn't make you feel special enough, you're also the Arch Magus of the College of Winterhold in Skyrim and a Professor Emeritus of the University of Strixhaven. Wow, two impressive titles from two different universes. I'm sure the Ministry of Magic went to great lengths to verify the authenticity of those titles. Because, you know, the Ministry of Magic is the ultimate authority on academic titles from different universes. Or not, ahh, who cares, right?
Oh, and I almost forgot, your age has been tempered, so for every 100 years that pass, you only age one year. You can watch everyone you love grow old and die while you stay young and alone forever. Have fun with Centuries of Puberty. Lucky you.
Enjoy your new life and entertain me, kiddo.
Sincerely,
You cannot read the name because everytime you blink, it changes the shape...
A look in the Mirror confirms the letter.
Some Papers on Table in the Room informs you that you are in London, specific in the Diagon Alley.
Two letters with your name on them catch your attention.
The First letter comes from Hogwarts:
Dear [Student Name],
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the upcoming academic year. Your letter of acceptance and the Hogwarts Express ticket is enclosed.
The new school year will commence on September 1st, 1870, and we eagerly await your arrival at Hogwarts.
...
...
...
The rest of the Letter goes on with informing you about the Houses and what stuff you need.
However the second letter reads the following:
Dear Chewtoy,
Congratulations on your new body, I hope you're enjoying your upgraded Meatsack. A Fanalis. The newest Model. It's the perfect body for someone who wants to make absolutely no difference in the world. But at least you get to run a marathon in record time, that's sure to come in handy while you're stuck at Hogwarts!
It's not like anyone was clamoring for one of those, but hey, at least you get some new abilities like superhuman strength and speed. Too bad you're still stuck at Hogwarts where those abilities are about as useful as a chocolate teapot.
But wait, there's more! You're also the proud owner of the Shivering Isles, a place that doesn't even exist in this dimension. So you can enjoy the luxury of owning a piece of property in a non-existent realm.
And as if that wasn't enough, you also get to be a master of D&D magic and Elder Scrolls magic. I bet you can hardly contain your excitement. Who needs to be popular or have friends when you can nerd out over two types of magic that only exist in the realm of nerdy ass fantasy? Because what's more exciting than being a master of magics that only exist in the realm of basement-dwelling nerds, right ?
Oh, and let's not forget the 10 million galleons you'll be raking in every year. I mean, who needs to worry about the value of money when you're stuck at a school for magic, right?
You know, just enough to buy a couple of broomsticks and a lifetime supply of butterbeer. Who needs to make a difference in the world when you can spend all your time playing Quidditch and partying?
And if that still doesn't make you feel special enough, you're also the Arch Magus of the College of Winterhold in Skyrim and a Professor Emeritus of the University of Strixhaven. Wow, two impressive titles from two different universes. I'm sure the Ministry of Magic went to great lengths to verify the authenticity of those titles. Because, you know, the Ministry of Magic is the ultimate authority on academic titles from different universes. Or not, ahh, who cares, right?
Oh, and I almost forgot, your age has been tempered, so for every 100 years that pass, you only age one year. You can watch everyone you love grow old and die while you stay young and alone forever. Have fun with Centuries of Puberty. Lucky you.
Enjoy your new life and entertain me, kiddo.
Sincerely,
You cannot read the name because everytime you blink, it changes the shape...
A look in the Mirror confirms the letter.
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