Turtle Island Wizard's Conference Hall
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hp10k_showcase fic "Guide those that through their councils."
Harry followed Ron out of the Turtle Island Wizard's Conference Hall, blinking at the unpleasantly bright sunlight and glancing around at a rather barren landscape. After the modern yet tastefully decorated dark wood and pine green décor of the Hall, the gravel road, dead grass and bits of leftover snow of early spring in Canada were not entirely welcome to the eyes.
Ron glanced around, then looked up the hill that rose behind the Conference Hall, which was disguised as some sort of Muggle municipal building.
A plateau spread out before them, flat and empty save for the small protrusion of the Conference Hall building and a worn path around the edge.
From the northern edge the city spread out, ugly and grey. Lumpy. Graceless. Muffled sounds of traffic wafted up from below, from some sort of highway snaking its way to the horizon.
"Where are we going?" asked Harry.
"Place I've been curious about. Thought we'd go see it tomorrow, maybe, but I don't feel like waiting. Beats taking in the lovely, erm, pit-thing they've got down there."
Harry followed, lost in his gloomy job-related thoughts, as they passed a man walking his dog, and two small Muggle boys immersed in a fantasy game. He eventually became guiltily aware that Ron was still talking and Harry wasn't exactly giving him his full attention.
Ron led him down a steep, soggy path to the bottom of the plateau. Harry looked around.
Much better. The sound of the city was almost completely absent here, and all that could be seen were trees and snow with tufts of grass popping up here and there, and gravel. A lone utility building stood near the plateau, with a chain link fence surrounding it and a city plaque warning all to keep out.
As Colleen approached the building the chain link fence disappeared and the building turned into a wooden longhouse, with a totem pole next to it stretching up to the sky, birds and animals carved into it in sharp relief, their solemn faces grimacing at nothing.
(This is a photomanip, btw, and comes from the interwebs, not my own camera.)
hp10k_showcase fic "Guide those that through their councils."
Harry followed Ron out of the Turtle Island Wizard's Conference Hall, blinking at the unpleasantly bright sunlight and glancing around at a rather barren landscape. After the modern yet tastefully decorated dark wood and pine green décor of the Hall, the gravel road, dead grass and bits of leftover snow of early spring in Canada were not entirely welcome to the eyes.
Ron glanced around, then looked up the hill that rose behind the Conference Hall, which was disguised as some sort of Muggle municipal building.
A plateau spread out before them, flat and empty save for the small protrusion of the Conference Hall building and a worn path around the edge.
From the northern edge the city spread out, ugly and grey. Lumpy. Graceless. Muffled sounds of traffic wafted up from below, from some sort of highway snaking its way to the horizon.
"Where are we going?" asked Harry.
"Place I've been curious about. Thought we'd go see it tomorrow, maybe, but I don't feel like waiting. Beats taking in the lovely, erm, pit-thing they've got down there."
Harry followed, lost in his gloomy job-related thoughts, as they passed a man walking his dog, and two small Muggle boys immersed in a fantasy game. He eventually became guiltily aware that Ron was still talking and Harry wasn't exactly giving him his full attention.
Ron led him down a steep, soggy path to the bottom of the plateau. Harry looked around.
Much better. The sound of the city was almost completely absent here, and all that could be seen were trees and snow with tufts of grass popping up here and there, and gravel. A lone utility building stood near the plateau, with a chain link fence surrounding it and a city plaque warning all to keep out.
As Colleen approached the building the chain link fence disappeared and the building turned into a wooden longhouse, with a totem pole next to it stretching up to the sky, birds and animals carved into it in sharp relief, their solemn faces grimacing at nothing.
(This is a photomanip, btw, and comes from the interwebs, not my own camera.)
