Not Popcorn! ((Open RP))
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((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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Date: 2008-04-17 05:24 am (UTC)Poor Thirty-Six was trying to lick the butter off himself. It was probably going to make the dog sick. "This is what the guy gets for jumping up on the bed," Amsterdam said, trying to wipe some of the grease off the dog. "So if I have to come from my nice, warm bed to this place, so does he."
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Date: 2008-04-17 05:35 am (UTC)"I didn't know that you weren't the guy I knew," she answers, level and not laughing but the oddness of it all strikes her as a little funny, and that takes away a little of the awkwardness inherent in the situation. "Not that I really know him, just everyone's seen him around. The German guy from Ravenclaw who wanders around in a towel."
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Date: 2008-04-20 03:53 am (UTC)"So how do you get back to there from here, Ms...?"
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Date: 2008-04-20 04:06 am (UTC)Being a teaching assistant has so many perqs.
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Date: 2008-04-20 04:42 am (UTC)"Thanks for the directions. The Care of magical Creatures shed is that barn out there, right?"
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Date: 2008-04-20 04:46 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-20 06:07 am (UTC)That's a lot of dogs.
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Date: 2008-04-20 06:11 am (UTC)Ba-dum tsh.
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Date: 2008-04-20 06:17 am (UTC)Oh, Chance, if only you knew.
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Date: 2008-04-20 06:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-20 06:28 am (UTC)She's all but forgotten she's standing here talking to a naked man covered in butter. Hey, it's Hogwarts. You get used to this kind of thing.
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Date: 2008-04-20 06:31 am (UTC)"Four hundred." He shrugged. "Almost four hundred and one."