Severus Snape POPs! Open RP.

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

The Unpopcorning of Severus Snape
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He was coiled small, his knees pressed to his forehead, his forearms pressed close to the outsides of his calves. It must be so. How else could he be so compact, so dense? It was dark. It was silent, and the only difference was an occasional disorienting tumbling when some small earthquake rolled him over and over down a very rocky hill. He didn't understand why he couldn't put out a hand or foot to stop himself on these occasions. And sometimes he detected from the force of gravity that he was upside-down and he wondered why the blood did not rush to his head.

It was always as if he had just curled up, but time must have passed because he noted events - the variations of sudden rolling, the occasional temperature changes. Could it be a petrification spell? But that would not have rendered him blind, or deaf. What was it? Sometimes he tried to puzzle it out, to count occasions of movement, but he lost track, conciousness, concentration. That was not like him at all, and he wondered at himself. It must be a curse, but there was no pain.

The temperature rose. Higher this time. He was surprised he wasn't sweating, his robe clinging to him, but he was able to detect no robe. Was he naked? No.... Merlin, it was hot. And he felt so... tight. Why couldn't he move? He expected his breath to arrest with the heat, his lungs to seize with the pressure. But he did not seem to be breathing. Pressure? He seemed to be... Was it infection, a swelling within him? No pain. No pain. He was confused.

Merlin. He felt... Why didn't he ache? Why didn't it hurt? Dark curses he could understand. He had invented enough, felt enough, but...

Then suddenly he was aware. It smelled like a fair... He had once been to a fair. He unclenched his arms from his legs, straightened his spine, curled around himself, lifted his head and...

BANG! There was an explosion beneath him, no through him, no... It was too sudden to analyse. Severus was launched into the air, his arms and legs thrown splayed, his hair flung up and spread wide, his mouth open in a wide O of almost shock, though it was not unpleasant, more startling. He crashed down into a pile of hard yellow kernals, bruising his skin , so tight over his bones. And now his black robes stuck wet to him, no, not wet...

He passed his hand through the hair soaking over his face, sticking and obscuring his vision, dripping into his eyes. Rich shining yellow drops flew behind him, almost beautiful. A door. There was a door. He waded over to it and was surprised to find it unlocked. It was the old stone corridor of Hogwarts. He wandered out disoriented, hoping to find the dungeons.

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[lemondrop-party.livejournal.com]

(( "He passed his hand through the hair soaking over his face, sticking and obscuring his vision, dripping into his eyes. Rich shining yellow drops flew behind him, almost beautiful." Hee, you've made butter practically lyrical! ))

Albus Dumbledore did not make a habit of loafing around outside the popcorn room. He did circulate throughout the school, regularly, trying to keep his finger on Hogwarts' elusive and fitful pulse.

Happy chance brought him to the vicinity of the popcorn room just as a butter-slick Severus Snape lurched out.

He froze a moment, taken aback, then strode quickly and gladly to the side of his old comrade-in-arms — he who'd given more to the cause of good, in the end, than most people Albus could remember or imagine. Many had given their lives; Severus had given his life long before it was taken from him.

"Do not be afraid," he said gently. The post-popcorn state could be frightening.

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

"Are you alright?"

L knows exactly how disorienting the popcorn experience can be. It doesn't take a detective (even though he is one) to put two and two together and figure out that that's where he got his butter coating from.

The detective approaches at a comfortable (barefoot) pace, hands shoved in his pockets.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

It says something that Ofdensen kept a straight face at being face to face with Professor Snape and not thrown something. (He had been in the Snape-was-evil camp, and hadn't read Deathly Hallows by the time he came here.)

"Good afternoon, professor."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

On the other hand, Wishbone knew he was good. Also, the smell of popcorn always was a good thing. A new person.

Hi, Professor Snape!

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"... hey. You okay?"

This seems to happen every time Matt walks past the Popcorn Room, these days.

[unbittenapple.livejournal.com]

Bella's first thought at the explosion is shock it didn't happen to her, as so many accidents do. There's scales, of course; her clumsiness when it comes to any sport requiring hand-eye coordination being on the bottom, getting a papercut whilst surrounded by a group of vampires in the middle, nearly drowning coming top. She turns, spinning wildly, dark hair arcing in the air. The corridor is silent for a second--

And then Laurent (http://www.twilightlexiconblog.com/?p=41) stumbles out. Bella blinks, and shakes her head. No, Laurent was killed--killed by the werewolves. And now she looks closer, Laurent would never have allowed his hair to get so greasy, and he was certainly the most attractive of the coven--but nevertheless, this man reminds her--somehow--of a vampire. Perhaps it's the black robes.

The black robes also make her think everything's under control. Bella's pretty unflappable and can be a complete idiot at times.

'Can I help you?' she asks clearly, approaching him with care. Thinking of werewolves reminded her of what happened to Emily when she'd walked in on Sam unexpected, when he was in a rage. The girl has three long scars cruelly dragging the corners of her eye and mouth down. 'Is there anywhere you're looking for?'