He watched as she read the pieces of paper, "Rocker-chick, you.....now that does not sound right at all," he said with a small smile, "you don't act or look like a rocker-chick."

"I didn't name you Sleepy, I named Iggy Sleepy," he said with a shrug, "but then Iggy named himself, Iggy.....so you can name yourself anything you want." He nodded as he looked around, other people were up and about.

He heard what Logic said, and then began to search through his pockets, hoping to find something abut himself. Anything...anything at all would be much appreciated.

He looked away from Logic, as the letter read itself, he looked down at her, "Well we figured something out...your name starts with a B," he said with a small smile, he shrugged "maybe he made up his name to." He said with a shrug.

Brainwashed? They were brainwashed? So he wasn't kidnapped after all, or maybe all of them were! That was a good explaination, or at least it made him feel a little bit better that he was able to think rationally that is.

He chuckled slightly when the boy in front of him introduced himself,
"Hi, I'm ..." He broke off with an apologetic smile on his face, he thought of inventing a nickname for himself but wait, he had no idea how he looked like! And suddenly, he felt that he needed the toilet!

"So, ummm .. is there a toilet here?" He asked awkwardly, looking around the room and noiticing people randomly approaching each other, or so it seemed to him.

In your coat pocket is a letter in an official-looking envelope. It says, "Skylar Academy of Advanced Magical Training" on it. In the recipient's place is the following:

Sylvestre FéCANADA POST/

POSTES CANADA

The rest of the name and address is covered up by a stamp declaring that the letter came from Canada.

She frowned and decided to take off her hoodie, as it was rather warm in the room. She looked down and saw she was wearing a shirt with the same weird band title. "Oh, my gosh, I am a weird rocker-chick!" She groaned and leaned her head back against the wall, covering the shirt with her arms across her stomach.

"Something's up, though. That letter says one thing and this ticket says another." She handed it to him to look at and wrinkled her nose. Maybe he could make something of it. Her emotions were too infused now. "And I'd rather stay 'Logic' if the alternative is 'Robin'," she added with a grimace.

She stared at the contents of her stomach on the floor for a few seconds before looking away. So. That was all she knew about herself... What she'd eaten before she'd come here... It looked kinda like pizza.

The girl didn't know what was more disturbing, the fact that she was in an unfamiliar house with people she didn't know or the fact that she couldn't remember anything about who she was or why she was here. The whole situation in general was upsetting...

Even the fact that she had barf on her scarf (if it was, indeed, her scarf). Glad that the other people in the room were ignoring her, she gently removed the woolen scarf from her neck. She stepped gingerly over the puke, and made her way over to the sink, setting the scarf inside and turning on the tap. Spotting some dish soap, she drizzled on top of the garment.

The cleaning was somewhat comforting. If anything, now the taste in her mouth was worse after she puked, though, so she began rooting numbly through the cupboards for a cup. Questions raced through her mind, but she chose not to ask anyone about anything. They were strangers and she didn't want to do anything wrong... she didn't know what kind of people she was dealing with here. They were probably criminals... yes, criminals that kidnapped her.

As you wash the scarf, you notice a totally weird insignia on it. There's a badger climbing up the side of a large letter 'H'. Below the insignia, the name 'Sydney D.' has been carefully monogrammed into the wool.



As you look around the room, you see a bathroom off to one side. There's a girl in there washing vomit off her scarf.

He looked through his pockets and found an envelope it said Skylar Academy of Advanced Magical Training, he looked at the recipients name, "Sylvestre," he said with a confused expression he looked at Logic. "Maybe your first name starts with a B, and your last name is Robin,." he said as he looked back at the envelope, "My name is Sylvestre, well at least I think."

"We can only hope," she mumbled as he pulled out an envelope. She tilted her head sideways as he said what he thought his name was. "Errrm. Nice to.... meet you?" she chuckled and shook her head. He was still Frenchie to her. Heh heh.

He smiled, at her, he chuckled lightly, "You know I think I prefer Frenchie to Sylvetre," he said with a smile, "what confuses me is where this came from Skylar Academy of Advanced Magical Training.....magic? He sighed as his brow furrowed, he looked at Logic, "I wonder if there is a letter in this envelope," he said as he opened it.

He followed the girl advice and checked his pocket but he didn't find anything..Nothing..Zero..Nada..He felt his shirt collar is itching like crazy. He began to scratch it.."Oh great..Other people found something that maybe helped them to know who they are and I'm stuck with this stupid itching" he growled..

"Sorry I thought you named me sleepy" he laughed.."So have you found anything?" he asked the guy

She frowned slightly. "Don't worry, something will turn up. You just have to relax and be patient..." I hope, she added mentally. Gulp. Just as she was looking away it her. "Baskin Robins!!" she said loudly before laughing and looking back at Frenchie. "You know like the.... wait, why do I remember ice cream?"

He looked at the boy with a smiel, "Yep, names Sylvestre but I prefer Frenchie," he smirked and looked at the boy, he frowned, "don't worry mate something will appear."

He laughed at her, "Your last name is Robin.....you could be the heir to Baskin Robins for all we know," he said with a smile, "maybe somethings are to rooted in our minds to forget, like how to talk, I am pretty sure I can still speak French......and ice cream makes sense we love ice cream since we were kids it's basically stuck in our minds forever."

She shrugged with a smile on her face. "I wouldn't mind being an heir to ice cream, I suppose. It would help since I just got dumped," she said with a chuckle before shaking her head. This was all tooooo weird. She still barely knew anything and yet she was joking around like it was a great time!

At the top of the letter, you again see "Skylar Academy of Advanced Magical Training" written across the top along with the insignia of a chimaera of some kind proudly posing in front of the letter 'S'. The letter says this:

Dear Mr. Pierre,

We regret to inform you that you application to Skylar Academy of Advanced Magical Training has, unfortunately, been denied. While your credits in school were superb, your scores on the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests (N.E.W.T.s) simply weren't up to par with the select few students Skylar admits each semester. We recommend that you reapply yourself next year after having finished your final year at Hogwarts and retaken your N.E.W.T.s, as your extra curricular accomplishments with Quidditch and the Junior Ministry of Magic would serve you well here.

Deepest regrets, but best wishes,

(Scribbled signature)

Christophe Damon
(Scribed by Amelie Renaud)



As you reach up to scratch your neck, you feel embroidery in your collar.



There's a refigerator along one wall that you never noticed before... Strange. I could've sworn there was no furniture a minute ago...

Jeffery rooted through his pockets, trying to find something that would tell him who he is. A gum wrapper, a tiny slip or paper with some numbers on it, a key and... a pocket knife? Why would he have this? He turned it over and over in his hand. It was a deep red. The color was suddenly very appealing to him. He pulled on one of the silver things and a knife came out. "Whoa... better put that away!" He clicked the knife back into it's place, fiddling with some more switches.

Sylvestre laughed as she talked, "Yes well ice cream would help you...even though you don't exactly seem sad," he said with a smile, as he looked at the letter that was in the envelope, he frowned and looked at her, "I could use some ice cream to I have just been denied from Skylar Academy of Advanced Magical Training, apparently I go to a school called Hogwarts and I took Nastily Exhausting Wizardry Tests.....wait Wizardry." He looked up at Logic, "I think I am a wizard.......cool," he said with a grin, "and I think my last name is Pierre, or maybe that's my first name?"

Charlotte... that was her name. Other people seemed to be discovering their own names as well and she flipped through the keys, maybe there was an engraving or something on the other stuff. She was quiet as everyone talked about things. Charlotte... the name sounded nice and she wondered what her last name was. She stuck her hands in her pockets, hoping to find something other than the keys.

There are three pints of ice cream in the freezer. Chocolate, French Vanilla, and Butter Rum.



OOC: Ooh, pocket knife! Fun!

As you flip through the different sections of the pocket knife, you see the standard stuff--can opener, mini scredriver, a blade, an ice pick, and a corskscrew. But you also find a spoon, a fork, a magnifying lens, one that seems to be just a stick of wood, and something that looks like a compass without the 'north, south, east, and west' on it--just a spinning pointer resting in the middle. What's more, the pocket knife doesn't seem like it should be able to hold all of this. How strange...



You do see a small picture about the size of a golf ball encased in plastic on one ring. It's of toddler around 3 or 4 years old whose laughing and waving at you.

How... how was this picture moving? Who is this? Charlotte frowned as she shook it. There it was, a little person laughing and all. Magic? She looked at it, still wondering who it was. The picture fit easily in her palm and she wondered what else might be on it. Maybe something inscribed? A switch? Who was it in the picture? Her sibling? Surely not her child... how old was she? Charlotte tried to remember her own age, but like with her name, she couldn't remember.

"Yeah I hope so" he said..As he reached up to scratch his neck, he felt something in his collar. Embroidery..'What it's mean?' he asked himself

"Okay then..Frenchie it's" he said to the guy.."Yeah and maybe when we get out from 'God know where' we could get a free ice cream if you're the heir of Baskin Robins" he laughed

As you look over the keychain, you will see on the back, though the clear plastic, the name 'Kasandra Alys Stephanos' written in a neat handwriting that you don't feel is yours. You're not sure why, but you get the feeling that your own handwriting is probably not as neat.



It just itches. You probably won't be able to read it unless you take off your shirt or ask someone what it says.

Jeffery continued to flip through the pocket knife. A cork opener, an envelope opener, another smaller knife...

o_O

What was a spoon doing in here? And a fork? And what was this piece of wood? They don't usually put wooden things in pocket knives, do they? How would he know, he'd only just found it. He pulled out another. A magnifying glass? And another. A blank compass? What was this thing? He had almost 10 more things to look at. How could a pocket knife this size fit all this stuff? He pound another pointy thing. He wasn't sure what it was, but he poked his fingertip with it anyway. "Ow!" He said quietly, sucking on his now bleeding finger.