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Not Popcorn! ((Open RP))
((This is to get John Amsterdam caught up with the end of season 1.))
John was pretty confident that while he had gone to bed naked, he hadn't been covered with butter at the time.
So now he was flat on his back, staring at the stone ceiling above him, and trying to figure out how he had gotten from his bed in New York to a room in a Scottish castle. Again.
He had left Hogwarts as suddenly as he arrived, and had dismissed it all as a bad dream. Life had gone on as usual. No, the pain in his back from hitting the stone floor told him that it was worse than usual. The bullet wound in his side was almost healed, but it still twinged a bit.
The bullet... John tried to wipe the butter out of his eyes as the last few weeks came back to him. He'd been shot, and he wasn't dead. Which meant that Sara wasn't the One, and that was why he had dumped her. Yesterday. Or what felt like yesterday. Thanks to Hogwarts time and popcorn, several weeks in New York had meant only five minutes as a kernel for him.
Something was licking his arm. John rolled over to find Thirty-Six in his own pool of butter. The damn dog must have been sleeping on the bed, and John couldn't be happier. "Hey, boy," he said, running his fingers through the dog's slicked-down coat. They both needed a shower. John just hoped that nobody would bother to ask questions as the naked guy and his dog made their way to Ravenclaw.
John was pretty confident that while he had gone to bed naked, he hadn't been covered with butter at the time.
So now he was flat on his back, staring at the stone ceiling above him, and trying to figure out how he had gotten from his bed in New York to a room in a Scottish castle. Again.
He had left Hogwarts as suddenly as he arrived, and had dismissed it all as a bad dream. Life had gone on as usual. No, the pain in his back from hitting the stone floor told him that it was worse than usual. The bullet wound in his side was almost healed, but it still twinged a bit.
The bullet... John tried to wipe the butter out of his eyes as the last few weeks came back to him. He'd been shot, and he wasn't dead. Which meant that Sara wasn't the One, and that was why he had dumped her. Yesterday. Or what felt like yesterday. Thanks to Hogwarts time and popcorn, several weeks in New York had meant only five minutes as a kernel for him.
Something was licking his arm. John rolled over to find Thirty-Six in his own pool of butter. The damn dog must have been sleeping on the bed, and John couldn't be happier. "Hey, boy," he said, running his fingers through the dog's slicked-down coat. They both needed a shower. John just hoped that nobody would bother to ask questions as the naked guy and his dog made their way to Ravenclaw.
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Thom shrugged. "Some things, you do because somebody's got to. Like Earth-22, it was a mess. Nobody could tell the good guys from the bad guys anymore. Somebody had to fill the Starman-shaped hole in their Justice League, 'cause history says there was a Starman there when it all got fixed. I could do it, so I did it."