Open RP - Hermione is unpopped

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There were things everyone in Hermione Granger's world knew for a fact. Everyone knew that Slytherins were racist Muggle-hating xenophobes, for example. Everyone knew, too, that You-Know-Who had been a cruel, sadistic torturer, and not, say, a poor, mistaken soul who really wanted to be loved. And Hogwarts... Well, it was a place of higher learning. It had its quirks, but ultimately, it was the sort of place she'd always wanted to go back to after seventh year, maybe to teach Charms or Arithmancy, because she was proud of its long and varied history.

In the Hogwarts of Hermione's experience, there was not a room full of giant popcorn kernels in glass cases. Nor was it appropriate for her to find herself in said room after a night poring over advanced arithmantic equations. Yet here she was.

Sighing, Hermione stood up and absently performed a scourgify spell, cleaning her robes of the residue of salt and grease that had accumulated.

The presence of so many giant popcorn kernels was actually quite ominous, if she thought about it, and so Hermione picked her way through the room to the door.

Once outside, she looked around, spying the familliar corridors of Hogwarts. She didn't know if this was some dream she was having, or if some spell had gone awry, but she reasoned it wouldn't be too hard to find McGonnagall or Flitwick or... Well, no, she wouldn't find Dumbledore here, she thought, feeling unaccountably empty at the thought.

But she didn't find either of them, and she found her steps moving toward Gryffindor. The portrait at the door of the common room eyed her askance as she approached.

"You're supposed to be in Ravenclaw," the image informed her.

"You're mistaken," said Hermione briskly. "And where's the Fat Lady?"

"Dunno," the portrait responded unhelpfully, and swung open to admit her into the common room, never again to have a part in this RP.

One glance at the common room, with its workout equipment had Hermione turning briskly around and heading back out into the hall. How could anyone study in that environment? She most definitely did not approve.

Still looking for a familliar face, she kept wandering. As she passed students in the hall, she became aware that none of them looked familliar. Most of them were older than they should have been, and in the case of one gentleman, who was wearing a suit and carrying a box of parchments, they didn't all look like wizards.

The real highlight, though, she had to admit, was the sight of a naked woman kneeling in a convenient alcove doing... Oh, sweet Merlin... Hermione wasn't going to think of the things the woman was doing to that poor house elf. Sure, there was S.P.E.W, and then there was... that.

"Everything's gone mad," Hermione stated to nobody in particular as she hurried in the opposite direction from the naked woman.

She pinched herself experimentally, but did not immediately wake up to discover she'd been dreaming.

With a sigh, Hermione found a wall to lean against outside the Great Hall. She folded her arms across her chest and frowned, looking for someone familliar who could explain what all this nonsense was about.

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Yukimura shrugs slightly. "I do not know when it changed. I'd suggest the Sorting Hat, but after my last encounter, I dare say you may end up with a room of cheese." He laughs. "But then, I've heard it is rather capricious, as well."