Her eyes opened. Ugh... the light was blinding. It took a while for her eyes to adjust. And ew.. she felt like she was going to throw up. Her mouth tasted like cough medicine.. eww.. She hated cough medicine. She tried to move her right arm, but it was to heavy. She started to straighten up slowly. This took a while but soon she was sitting up straight and she saw a ton of people in this room.

Who are they? she wondered. She looked around at the room. Where am I? she thought. Then more questions were pouring into her head. Why am I here? Why are they here? she thought. Finally the three last questions came. Why did I come here? How did I end up here? WHO AM I? She tried to look at her hands and legs, and check if she was okay. But that was to much of an effort, she just sat there looking at the light. She felt her hair and pulled it closer to her. Huh, so she was a blonde.

She heard someone talking. She tried to smile. That took a minute or two and then she could smile. She shook her head slowly. "I don't know.." was all she could say.

It took a while for his eyes to open, but he finally managed to. The effort was exhausting. He sat up, holding his head. He had the most awful pain in his head, but he didn't remember what it was called. He stood, swaying a bit before he could stand in an upright position. He looked around. Who were these people? He was pretty sure they were his age... how old was he again? And... who was he? His mind was completely blank. He tried to say something, but he just couldn't remember. He ran his hands all over his face before landing on top of his head. Was this hair? He pulled at it and some pieces came out. What color was this? Brown?

She saw a few more people get up and tried to take a steadying breath. Some part of her wanted to take charge and help them all - whether or not that was usual to her, she didn't know, but she wanted to try nonetheless. "Errr, I'm...." Well, people usually introduced themselves when the did this sort of thing but she couldn't even remember her own name. She tried another angle, "Well, first off, I guess, is everyone else having the same memory-loss I'm experiencing?" It was weird using the word 'I' when she had no clue who it was referring to.

He grunted as if to reply to her question. He couldn't quite form words yet. Was it a her? What was a her? Her voice had a certain lighter air to it, so she had to be a her. He tried to walk towards her but ended up tumbling down on his face. He couldn't get up. The only word he could form in his mouth, which seemed like the only word he'd spoken in his life, was "Help."

Plot point: Though you're in an entirely strange place, the clothes that you're wearing feeling oddly familiar.

J-E-L-L-O, you become a little suspicious of everyone around you. You can't remember why at first, but then you realize it's because of their English accents.

xiiWishiWasYours, you feel very shy.

Gryffindoll, your first reaction is anger.

Dee-Dee, you find that you're taking a cynical outlook on the situation. Sarcasm is your weapon.

Emms, you become a little worried about what your hair must look like.

Gryffindorgurl, you feel several nervous jokes come to mind. You want to make light of the situation to make yourself feel better, but you doubt anyone else would appreciate that.

Her eyes widened as the most recently awoken boy started to come over to her and fell. She moved towards him and tried to help him into a sitting position. This seemed to be affecting all of them differently. For her, she realized what everything was, she just didn't remember it from.... whatever had happened to her up until that point. She looked around the room a bit desperately as she felt in way over her head before looking back at him. You okay? she asked. But why was she asking? Did it matter? It seemed allll downhill from there.

The boy glanced over at a blonde girl who'd just woken up a couple moments after him, listening as she told him she didn't really know where they were. Well, that didn't help much. He couldn't help but wonder, though… if she was as clueless as he was on their whereabouts… did that mean she had lost her memory too? Did that mean they all had lost their memory? It wasn't just him?

And then, as if to answer this question, another girl who seemed close to his age spoke, asking if anyone else was experiencing the same memory-loss she was.

He seemed annoyed. Well, obviously he was, if not he wouldn't be asking where he was. All of this was starting to irritate him - he hated not knowing. He hated not knowing this place, not knowing these people, not knowing what had happened before he woke up… But most of all, he hated not knowing who he was, not even knowing his own damn name! What kind of sick, stupid joke was this!? Was someone playing a trick on them, was that it?

He glanced over at the boy who was now asking for help, but there was no interest in his cold brown eyes. He didn't care for the others. He didn't even know these people.

Without another thought, he tried to get up. He failed at first, falling right back down just as he was getting to his feet. Why was he so weak? He sighed in frustration and gave it a second try, finally bringing himself up to his full height, taking a moment to glance around at all the strange faces of those who were already awake and those who were still asleep. Who were these people? Where did they come from?
He didn't care.
That wasn't his concern right now.

Instead, the boy began to look around, to examine this strange and unpleasant room, trying to find a way out. There's no furniture and no windows - okay, so this obviously can't be someone's home, who could live with no windows and no furniture in their home? He walked away from the group, into a hallway and found a door. Quickly opening it, he made his way inside, only to find he had ended up in the bathroom.

His heart suddenly jumped.

A bathroom. There was a mirror over the sink. He slowly approached it, feeling himself suddenly fill up with nerves. He didn't even know what he looked like, but now…
He looked at his reflection and froze. His mind went blank once again, his brown eyes widening a little. He simply stared at the fifteen-year-old boy staring back at him, examining his short dark brown hair, his straight nose, his very lightly tanned complexion. So… this is me?

He smiled a very weak smile as she helped him up into a sitting position. Maybe a joke would help lighten the mood? He tried to think up a good one, but his mind was still blank. Why couldn't he remember any jokes? He wanted to say one, really badly, but all that came out was, "Thanks." He doubted anyone would want to hear a joke right now, even though it would make him feel loads better. He looked down and noticed he was wearing... jeans and a t-shirt? How did he know what those were? The t-shirt had a cool pattern on it, but he couldn't make out what it was. The shirt and pants felt worn though, so he couldn't have just bought them. Whatever, he was being silly.

There's a wallet on the floor.

She sighed, nodded wearily at the boy and moved away again. She wasn't that interested in discovering much about herself at the moment. What was teh point? They were obviously all in way over their heads and it seemed to be their own fault. "Anyone care to share their thoughts at the moment, hmmm?" she asked, looking around, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that she was the shortest one there by a few inches. Then her eyes spotted an object on the floor. The eyebrows above them rose for a split second before she snatched it up. "So who's just faking it, I wonder?" she said looking around but not daring to open it yet.

He saw something on the floor. A... WALLET! What if it was his? He quickly crawled as fast as he could towards it, reaching for it. Almost there... damn! The girl got it before he did. He sat back down and folded his arms across his chest. Phooey.

He took a step back as people started talking, he understood what they were saying but it sounded different.....wrong. He looked around, they all sounded the same and yet it shocked and scared him why...he had no idea. But then it dawned on him, the way the pronounced words, they were English, that's what made him suspicious their English accents. He sighed in relief, "That is better," he said in his French accent, which differed so much from the others English accents, "at least I don't feel as lost."

She looked over at the boy who spoke. "Oh, joy. Someone knows something," she said, rolling her eyes before frowning and pulling the wallet further from the boy she had helped. Guilty conscience perhaps? Did he not want them to see what was inside? "I don't think so," she said in a seemingly suave, casual manner as she flicked the wallet open and peered inside...

The first thing you see in the wallet is a credit card with the name 'Jeffrey Philbert' on it and the name of a rather common bank. Behind the card, in a separate sleeve, is another card with 'Apparition License' written on it in bold letters. But what on earth is Apparition?

On the license is this picture:

He looked at the girl with the wallet, "What is in it," he asked curiously as he walked over to it, "What does it say....anything important?" He sounded desperate and that's because he was, he felt okay physically, but emotionally and mentally he was far from fine.

Hmmmm.... she looked through the different things in the wallet with interest, feeling more comfortable in her own clothes for some reason as she did so. "Jeffrey Philbert," she mused, turning her head to the side as she reached the.... Apparation License??? She looked from it to the boy she had helped. "I'm guessing this is yours...." She handed it to him uncertainly, a calculating look on her face.

He took the wallet, seeing a face staring back at him from the license. Was this him? "Wait, so this is my picture? I'm Jeffery Philbert?" He was so happy, he was basically hugging the wallet. He knew his name! He knew his NAME!

Dude, this kid was totally hugging this wallet. I mean, obviously it seemed nice to know something about yourself but sheesh. "Uhhh, yeah. Either that or someone is just trying to mess with you and it's really your twin brother or something," she shrugged and gave a small laugh that didn't quite seem to relate to anything funny. Didn't bother her either way.

He frowned, "Well at least you know something, what about the rest of us," he said with a frown, as an idea popped into his head, "wait a minute if his wallet was here does that mean all of our stuff could be somewhere here....all of the things that hold our names, out lives basically." Excitement coursed through his veins maybe he could find out his name?

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, brilliant. So it makes total sense that we wake up with nothing to remember but whoever did this is just going to hand us back whatever they took. Sounds toooootally plausible." Ugh. She dearly hoped they weren't all thinking along those lines. It would get tedious to shoot down every glimmer of hope that had no merit.

Now that he knew his name, he didn't have to keep referring to himself as him anymore! Jeffrey was extremely happy, but it was gone at the girls comment. How could she have just ruined the moment like that? Merlin, girls. But, what if she was right? What if this wasn't his real name and someone was messing with him? Now he was just getting paranoid. Calm down, just breaaaaathe.

He looked at the girl, "Do you really have to destroy our hope like that," he asked, "just because you have given up on figuring out who you are doesn't mean the rest of us have and that sure doesn't give you the right to shoot down our hope." He sighed and looked at Jeffery, "Why you...why is your wallet here?"

She frowned at this boy and her eyes narrowed slightly. "Look, I'm not the one destroying hope, here, I'm just trying to be logical and not give people false hope, thank you very much!" she said before promptly turning away from him. This was starting to irritate her.

He glared at her, "False hope is better then no hope," he said angrily, "anyway you might have a point, whoever did this to us might be taunting us by giving Jeffrey his name...planting hope and then destroying it....brilliant."

Jeffery looked up as he was being addressed. "How am I supposed to know that? I basically just woke up, remember? Huh, Frenchie?"