10 June 1892 — trapped 10 mins — Inside an enchanted book
Usually when Ben went book shopping, he regretted it. He never ended up finding something he actually wanted to buy, and being surrounded by so many books was a little intimidating. No matter how small or disorganized the bookstore he chose was, it always ended up feeling less like a store and more like the Hogwarts Library to him. Given that he'd done five or six hours of detention in the Hogwarts Library and probably less cumulative study time there throughout all his years at Hogwarts, the association wasn't a positive one.
He'd picked this book up because the font on the cover was interesting, which in hindsight was a terrible reason to pick up a book. The Isle of Ilertu. The cover had the feeling of an adventure novel, and the front few pages contained a carefully inked map of an island that Ben assumed was fictional; he'd never heard of it, anyway. He'd flipped to one of the middle chapters to see what it was about, and before he knew it the book was gone and so was the bookstore. So were most things, actually — his suit had disappeared and he was wearing some sort of cape instead, made of crude fabric and some fur. He took a few moments to take stock of his surroundings — a crude camp set up nearby, with some tools, but no wand or any sort of magical item in sight. He picked up everything on the off chance it was a portkey. He swore a few times. Then he wandered to the beach of what he supposed was probably the Isle of Ilertu and weighed the pros and cons of wading out into the ocean.
This was an illusion of some sort, Ben imagined, but he had no idea how to break out of it from his current position. If it wasn't real, the waves wouldn't drown him — right?
Amity Rosewood
He'd picked this book up because the font on the cover was interesting, which in hindsight was a terrible reason to pick up a book. The Isle of Ilertu. The cover had the feeling of an adventure novel, and the front few pages contained a carefully inked map of an island that Ben assumed was fictional; he'd never heard of it, anyway. He'd flipped to one of the middle chapters to see what it was about, and before he knew it the book was gone and so was the bookstore. So were most things, actually — his suit had disappeared and he was wearing some sort of cape instead, made of crude fabric and some fur. He took a few moments to take stock of his surroundings — a crude camp set up nearby, with some tools, but no wand or any sort of magical item in sight. He picked up everything on the off chance it was a portkey. He swore a few times. Then he wandered to the beach of what he supposed was probably the Isle of Ilertu and weighed the pros and cons of wading out into the ocean.
This was an illusion of some sort, Ben imagined, but he had no idea how to break out of it from his current position. If it wasn't real, the waves wouldn't drown him — right?
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