Not Popcorn! ((Open RP))

[400-years-young.livejournal.com]

((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.

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[unluckiest-star.livejournal.com]

A faint breeze rustled through the corridor, and a man in a glittery black bodysuit and full mask flew through. No, really - flew. Horizontally, like Superman.

The figure did a double-take, doubled back and hovered in front of the naked guy and the naked dog.

"You smell like food," he informed them.

[chance-silvey.livejournal.com]

Chance doesn't make a habit of lingering around the popcorn room to play welcome wagon. It so happens that she's been hunting for Tribbles. Rumor has it some of the Tribbles from COMC classes of yore got loose and may be breeding in the walls. She hasn't found any thus far, and is beginning to wonder whether the rumors are some kind of spontaneous Hogwarts equivalent of an urban legend. Things that go bump in the night, Tribbles getting busy in the woodwork ...

Instead she finds a buttersoaked man and his buttersoaked dog. Oh, and the buttersoaked man is quite statuesque and impressively naked. However, because the man also looks a hell of a lot like Dieter Prohl, this doesn't come as much of a shock. Most of the school has seen most of Dieter.

It's more surprising that there's a buttery dog.

"First time I've seen an unpopcorned dog," she comments, averting her eyes partly out of politeness and partly out of a reaction that's some species of reticent unease. "I didn't know you had a dog."

She isn't looking at him, and when she was looking she didn't look closely enough to see the scarred skin under all the popcorn grease (the sheen is rather eye-dazzling), so she hasn't realized this is probably not Dieter.