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Draco's Unpopping! Open RP...

When Draco woke up his first thought was that he'd fallen asleep in the Room of Requirement again, and that he'd rather die or be turned back into a ferret or re-sorted into Hufflepuff than have to look at that stupid vanishing cabinet any more.

Well. Maybe not the Hufflepuff bit.

Then he remembered that Dumbledore was dead, and he wasn't sure whether to be relieved or terrified. He hadn't done it. The Dark Lord... his parents...

Then he opened his eyes and realised that he'd gone mad, because he was in a room full of giant popcorn kernels lovingly kept in glass cases like they were treasured heirlooms. Also he tasted of salt and smelled weird.

This is what happened when they told sixteen-year-old boys to kill powerful wizards on the pain of death, Draco told himself as he struggled to his feet. They went mental. They started hallucinating. Or maybe the Dark Lord had found out that Snape had been the one to kill Dumbledore, and he'd set Bellatrix on him because let's face it, being a failed Death Eater was MUCH more important than being someone's NEPHEW, and now he was disowned and sharing a ward with those idiot Longbottoms. That pretty much seemed like the only way Draco's life could get any worse.

With a frustrated snarl, he headed for the door.

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Maia's sauntering past that room that always smells like popcorn when she hears the snarl. Oooh, what fun! Maybe someone's set free a small and vicious puppy or something.

She nudges the door open with her foot and is slightly disappointed for a microsecond to see no such pet. But she CAN see an angry-looking blond boy...from whom the smell of popcorn seems to be emanating particularly strongly.

'Why the hell is there popcorn everywhere,' she demands, 'And how come you stink of it?'

"I do not!" Draco exclaims, though he'd been wondering pretty much the same thing himself. "And how should I know? This school's run by a pompous, senile old fanboy, it's probably supposed to teach us some grand lesson about the meaning of life or how sodding Potter's the best thing since self-mending wands or something."

He's so used to ranting about the headmaster's incompetence that it's not until he's shut up that he realises that no, the school isn't run by Dumbledore now. Dumbledore's dead.

"Or... whatever," he ends, lamely.

Maia shrugs, hands on hips. 'Trust me, the only thing this madhouse is teaching anyone is not to drink the water. I mean, we just had a sodding board where people could pin up anonymous secrets, for God's sake. That really doesn't sound like any sort of teaching method.'

Curious, she looks at him a little more closely. 'Who are you, anyway? I don't think I've seen you before. But you know about this place? I didn't, not til I got sent here.'

"The place has totally gone to the dogs," Draco agrees. "My father always said so. Says so," he corrects himself, looking suddenly cross. "They have an unqualified buffoon teaching NEWT-level Care of Magical Creatures, the last Divination professor was an alcoholic and until last year all the Defence teachers have been insane. One of them turned me into a ferret! And performed Unforgivables on students!"

Actually Draco had thought that last bit was kinda cool. But a ferret!

"I'm Draco Malfoy," he says, with a look that dares her to say anything about his name. "I've been here since - oh, god, don't tell me you're Muggleborn."

Hey, her name's Maia. Her friends are Leela and Rufio. She's completely okay with the name thing.

'I won't tell you I'm whatever the fuck you just said if you give me some of what you've been drinking,' she says smoothly. 'Nobody gives a damn about magic, or actual lessons here--been away too long, maybe?'

She leans against the wall. 'I'm Maia.'

"Been away? What are you talking about, I was just..." Draco trails off. It occurs to him that the last thing he can remember is running as fast as he can for the Forbidden Forest, Professor Snape and Potter hurling curses at one another behind him, Dark Mark and screams in the air...

And now there's that weird room full of popcorn. And a girl he's never seen before, who doesn't know who he is, who doesn't appear to know or care that his father is an imprisoned Death Eater and his aunt is a wanted (and INSANE) Death Eater, and who isn't wearing a school uniform.

"Pleased to meet you, Maia," he says, in his best Dinner Party voice. "I think I might have gone a bit mad."

Her favourite kind!

The demon smiles, ruffling her hair. 'You'll fit right in. Well, this is still Hogwarts...but probably not as you know it. It was a secondary school for you, yeah? Year Sevens up to Sixth Form? Now it's open to anybody who waltzes in. You're Sorted by the students and then the Hat. There's magic around, but no lessons. I haven't got a clue about the popcorn room, though.'

She cocks her head, curious again. ''You were just' what?'

Draco stares at Maia for a few minutes, then begins to laugh. Why not? God, Dumbledore dies and five minutes later the place is open to anyone? Probably the bloody school board had their collective heads so far up the old prick's arse that the thought of appointing another headmaster hadn't even occurred to them. Probably they'd shut down the school and committed ritual suicide together, along with all the staff, leaving the students to band together in little feral gangs and hunt Hufflepuffs to survive.

He tries to stop laughing, but it's difficult. "I was just on the run from almost murdering the headmaster. About ten minutes ago, as far as I can tell."

Yep. Definitely gone crazy.

Maia now wants Draco as her BFF.

'Time's different here,' she warns, smirking. 'But good job. I wish I'd murdered my headmaster--retard that he is--but he's here, worse luck, and seems to have figured out what I'm doing here--which is that I'm going to destroy another one of his students.

A pause.

'And some cuddly toy's the headmistress, now. You can't have gone mad if everybody's seeing the same thing...hey, but they're a lot more lax about rules here. There's only one, really, that you can't kill something on-campus.' She presumes this is why Draco only almost killed ol' Dumbles.

The real reason Draco didn't manage the whole 'murder' thing was... well. Because he's an idiot, basically: too weak to just go ahead and kill some horrible old man he doesn't even -like- so that another horrible old man won't go out and KILL his entire FAMILY. It wouldn't have been THAT hard. Just a couple of stupid words. A trained monkey could have done it.

But he pushes all that away, since Maia seems to think that 'almost' is pretty cool. Draco smirks in return. (God it feels good to be smirking again. How long has it been?)

"Who're you going to destroy?" Draco asks, casually, as though this is the kind of thing he talks about all the time. Well, it kinda is, considering the six years of wishing death and destruction down upon Potter's head. And the 'raving-psychotic-relatives' thing.

Maia smirks, and it's all bitter this time.

'A girl who goes by the name of Mel Beeby, and looks like me,' she replies tightly. 'All sweetness and light and sanctimonious piety.'

Her fists clench. 'She beat me--before. We worked together, and she completely destroyed my plans. My bosses didn't take it well at all.' This is the understatement of the decade; it had meant a hell of a beating. 'And she's so convinced she did the right thing. She's going to pay.'

Maia's green eyes are hard as she glances at him. 'She loves ruining whatever's happening, does Mel. Hell's star student? Snatched him and shoved him back up with a load of halo polishers. He's her sodding lapdog now. She's going to find out that I don't play nice anymore.'

Suddenly, the figurative clouds are gone, and she gives a light, airy giggle. 'But it can wait. I'm going to destroy her psychologically first, then start on the physically. She's already shitting herself that I even found my way here.' Of course, Maia's really waiting because otherwise she has to go back to Hell, and at least here it doesn't stink of sulphur.

Draco stares at Maia like he's never seen anything so brilliant in his life.

"God, I know EXACTLY what you mean. People who think that everything that resolves around them, that everything they do is exactly right and who get ALL the breaks but keep on going on about how sodding HARD it is to be everyone's little twerpy hero. And everyone falls for it! Everyone thinks they're something special when they're NOT, they're just a stupid whiny git with bad hair and a disfigured forehead!"

He takes deep breaths and unclenches his fists.

"If you get hold of a boggart, you could find out what she fears most," Draco adds once he's a bit calmer. "Then try and get it to come true, or even just replicate it. I did that once." Okay, so it hadn't worked out for the best. But how was he supposed to know that Potter could summon DEMON STAGS? For a thirteen year old, Draco felt he'd done pretty well!

Maia was enjoying the stares. And now it's her turn to gaze at him, eyes shining.

'That's...brilliant!' Instinctively, she knows Mel fears being alone; get her in a dark room, lock her there, take away her tags so she can't beam out, surround it with Dark vibes so she can't get away...

'They've got no idea what it's like in the real world,' Maia agrees contemptuously. 'Where there are consequences for your actions...no, she's Michael's bloody pet, he'd never expell her...she got everything, the guy, the friends, the place in her shiny twinkly world, and what did I get? Sulphur and brimstone.'

She bites her lip, and looks appraisingly Draco's way again. 'Beyond me why you haven't turned up sooner. It seems Hogwarts needs you.'

"Micheal's the name of your headmaster?" That ruled out the girl being a student of Drumstrang of Beauxbatons, then. Draco feels a little disappointed; bloody typical, that a girl who Finally Understands would be a mudblood. "Potter was utterly babied as well. God, the things he did..." He tugs his shirt down a little, exposing part of a rather nasty-looking scar running down his chest. "Sliced me open right in the middle of school, and got bloody detention for it. Detention!"

Draco's list of Potter's wrongs is extensive, but the novelty of Maia's compliment stops him from going off into one of his spitting, snarling rants. He grins, pleased, unable to stop from preening a little.

"Well, you know," he drawls. "I've been pretty busy, this year."

Maia's fingers are ice-cold. Unlike Mel, she doesn't like to keep her heart beating or her blood pumping--except in a fight--so as to make her feel less human. She reaches out to touch the scar.

'Not Michael anymore,' she says scornfully. 'I got expelled from there. Well...it was a mutual thing. They didn't want me and I'd had more than enough of their shiny happy bull. I'm a free agent now.'

She hisses in sympathy at the scar, shaking her head. 'People have no respect for Slytherins.' She's assuming he's Slytherin, at least. 'They don't get that most of us bleed like the heroes do.'

Withdrawing her hand, 'Oh yeah? What kind of busy?'

The feel of Maia's fingers is a little startling; Draco looks at her with some surprise, before shrugging it off. So she has bad circulation. Big deal. Nothing to get scared about, like some daft little Hufflepuff.

"A free agent." Draco's lip curls. "Lucky you. Are you in Slytherin, then?" That would make sense. Slytherin was the best house, after all.

"I was..." Spending most of his time in a room full of lost belongings, screaming and hitting a cabinet, having nightmares about his parents being killed and crying to a ghost in the toilets. "I'd been given an important task by the Dark Lord. Killing the headmaster and all that."

That sounded a bit better. Right?

The Dark Lord. Maia interprets this as someone like her bosses, and shivers--just a bit.

'And you daren't not do it,' she whispers. 'Because then...' She draws her finger across her throat. 'Is this your punishment for not doing it? When--IF you even fuck up where I'm from, you get a...pretty severe thrashing.'

It should be worth noting that students participate in this, too. Hence Maia walking in on Leela and Rufio in bed together when he was meant to be going out with her.

'Of course I'm in Slytherin,' Maia smirks. 'I seemed to meet all the requirements.'

"... something like that, yeah. But it's not like I'm scared," he adds suddenly. "I'm not some idiot little kid. I'm not - I'm going to reclaim my family's name. I'm going to be remembered."

Not-killing Dumbledore was probably a bit of a setback there, but he'd got the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. That had to count for something. Surely. It had to.

"Ambitious, cunning and not a complete idiot, then?" Draco grins, deciding to distract himself from less pleasant thoughts by focusing on trying to be not a complete prat in front of a gorgeous, like-minded girl.

Not that he'd ever do that. Draco was smooth. He was debonair! Pansy had even said so once. Kinda. Almost. In away.

He's about as scared as her. Not scared at all. 'Malfoy's a big name,' she guesses. 'Noble of you. And not in that stupid Gryffindor idea of nobility, either.'

Maia giggles lightly. 'Pretty much.' She rakes her hair with her fingers again. He's not half bad for a human. He at least knows where he's going in his life, and it's a path Maia very much approves of. 'Plus the colour apparently goes with my eyes.'

And, you know, she can conjure snakes from thin air. The Slytherin animal.

'I can tell Hogwarts is going to be a lot more fun if we get any more people like you,' she adds smoothly.

Lily had been walking down the hall, towards the Popcorn room. She made it a point to stop by every few days, though she would deny the compulsion to anyone who pointed it out, checking to make sure the name of a certain Wizard was still firmly in place. Every so often, she'd run into someone smelling faintly of butter and salt with a confused expression.

Like now.

Most of the time, though, it'd be someone she was unfamiliar with. However, this particular boy, with his slicked back hair and sour expression, she knew. Draco Malfoy. (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/689454.html) Brilliant.

There was a moment where Lily nearly turned on her heel and walked away. Bloody Malfoys. But... He was Sirius' cousin. And Sirius might profess his undying hatred for family, but Lily knew that the tenuous bond he'd been forming with the now-popcorned Narcissa was important to him; and Draco was, unfortunately, a part of that. Sighing, Lily straightened her shoulders and walked forward.

"Draco Malfoy?" she said, sounding a bit tired and harassed. Honestly. Malfoys. Blech. "Need a...wash or something, yeah?"

Merlin, why was everyone telling him that he stinks? Alright, there was the weird popcorn thing, but didn't any of them have any MANNERS? Didn't they know it was impolite to say things like that to complete strangers? Draco scowled up at the woman.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, yes," he said, drawing himself up and trying to mimic his father at his most impressive. "Who're you? I don't recognise you." He didn't, either, and Draco had a fairly good memory for faces. It came of all those dinner parties at an early age.

Ah. Ah. Well, this was...interesting. Lily arched one eyebrow impressively, glowering at Draco. If he didn't recognize her, no reason she couldn't have a bit of sport. "I am Professor Evans." There was no way he would know her last name, not unless he spent a dreadful amount of time researching Harry's family tree, which she doubted. "And I certainly recognize you, Mr. Malfoy." She managed to make his name sound more like a curse. "I'm sorely tempted to take points from your House to teach you proper manners around Professors."

Merlin, this was fun.

Ever since he'd unpopped, Merlin had occasionally wandered by the Popcorn Room, looking at the little plaque and all the kernels. He'd had no idea what popcorn was before he found himself here, but even he found it slightly odd that people would randomly turn into food and back.

The blonde young man was, much as he had been, covered in butter and salt, and did not look happy. "May I help you?" he said, looking down at him.

Well, at least this guy didn't introduce himself to Draco by telling him that he smelled. "You might be able to," Draco concedes. "What's... why is there a room full of pieces of popcorn in the middle of my school?"

"That, I'm afraid I cannot explain," he said, peering into the room. "People here seem to randomly turn into kernels of the stuff, and just as randomly turn back, sometimes lacking memories. I came out of there not long ago myself, knowing nothing of this place. At least you appear to have retained your memory."

Hermione took in the sight with a look of severe distaste. Malfoy was back, the stupid prig. "What are you doing here?" she asked with a definite sneer. "Come back for seconds?" she said, trying her very hardest not to shake with anger.

"What d'you mean, what am I doing here? MY family have been coming to this school for the past twelve generations. YOUR family couldn't tell a hex from a charm if one bit them on the leg, you filthy little idiot."

Draco sneers in return - he's had a lot more practice.

Hermione's urge to smack the little git was rising further. "Leave my family out of this, Malfoy," she spat, stepping forwards. "They might be muggles, but they're not murderers like you." she smiled deviously. "You couldn't even do that right."

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