Astral plane, activate! (HH anniversary plot, RP open to all)

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

The Sorting Hat had been dabbling in way too many fringe philosophies. (Neo-Rosicrucianism? Really, Sorting Hat?) It seemed that puppet!Ron Weasley's name for it, Sorting Hat the Wise, had gone to the Hat's lack-of-visible-head.

On the morning of Dec. 13 (or was it the 14th?) the Hat's esoteric interests affected the school for the second time.

The first instance had been more than a year past, when the Hat took a cue from Rev. Sun Myung Moon and united most of the Hogwarts students in mass marriages. That had been a lengthy and concerted effort by the Hat and its house-elf minions, opposed vigorously by the wicked (or noble??) Kojiro. Kojiro's kidnapping of the Hat's bride had been something of a turning point for the headstrong headgear.

This new instance ... even Kojiro might be powerless to counter. And the Hat's agency would be difficult, if not impossible, to discern.

In a mighty magical working, the Hat projected many of the students ... to the astral plane, in their astral forms.

Astral Hogwarts resembled the real material Hogwarts (well, the Sorting Hat's version of material Hogwarts) very closely indeed. There were some dissimilarities: did Hogwarts, on the material plane, really sparkle so much? Were there so many rainbows in the sky, without a hint of rain to prompt their presence? Were there really pastel-colored unicorns frolicking on the grounds? Unicorns with hair made of cotton candy?

Could the students fly without brooms in material Hogwarts?

Other than that, it would be instantly recognizable as Hogwarts. The astral students would find nothing jarringly unfamiliar, being astral themselves. No disorientation, as there had been with the mass weddings; only a pleasant surprise, if they did happen to remember the absence of pastel unicorns and self-propelled flight.

Finally the Hat would have achieved paradise! Too bad not all the students could be brought into this happy realm. The Hat hadn't quite figured out how to bring everyone en masse. But many of them could be.

Including Kojiro, perhaps ...


(( OOC note: People are welcome to RP astral shenanigans here, or to start their own new posts for interactions of a closed variety. Please, if you embark on NSFW action, make a new post so that it can be lj-cut with appropriate warnings. ))

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[methleigh.livejournal.com]

Severus waits and looks from his high window at the scene below, but in private his large dark eyes brim with tears of loneliness. It is so beautiful. If only he had someone to share it with. No one will ever understand him. But there is a part of him that knows they never will. They are unworthy of his fine emotions. In his mind's eye he is down in the garden with his own true love, petting the unicorn. "Oh may I help you to mount, my lady?" But it is all a dream. It will always be a dream - his own precious, secret dream. He puts on his dark clothes mourning the sorrow and pain that is his lot and descends to breakfast. The walls mock him, sparkling in their glints of joyful light.

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

"You need a drink," Yukimura declared, leaning against a wall mostly because he really can't stand upright. He has a bottle of cheap strawberry wine in one hand and a bottle of mouth wash in the other. "What's your poison?" he asked, holding them both up.

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

Severus looks, through his tear-dried slightly sticky eyes. Blue and pink. "I think the pink, please." He thinks sadly of the unicorns, prancing so carefree out the window. They would have taken the pink.

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

With a shrug, Yukimura hands over the bottle. "What's got you down?" he asks, pushing away from the wall and wavering on his feet.

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

"Here, let me help you!" He puts a strong but slightly trembling hand under Yukimura's elbow. What was this? An understanding ear? Someone - someone to see his pain, to offer sympathy. What insight! What rare perception and perspicacity he must have, to see behind Severus' tough exterior to the soft squishy heart within, so vulnerable, so alive with feeling...

He takes a long draught of strawberry wine. "You are a kindred soul." He looks long and deeply into Yukimura's eyes.

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

"You're so kind," Yukimura says, moving closer to Snape. "Let me help you, too," he offers.

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

At last! Appreciation. Gratitude for his assistance and vigilance. "Thank you." He is moved and wipes his eyes on his sleeve. After another long satisfying draught of pure nectar sweetness, his arm slips around Yukimura. "Shall we sit?"

Despite his keen sensitivity the man seems to need tender care to keep from falling. "I've been so lonely." His nose wrinkles as if he is about to sniff.

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

"You don't have to be lonely," Yukimura declares, his hand reaching for Snape's shoulder. "I'm here," he declares, opening the bottle of mouth wash to take a swig off of it.

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

Severus notes the strong creme de menthe flavour. "And minty fresh, too," he murmurs, assisting him to a couch. He had better catch up, he thinks and drinks a half cup of strawberry wine quickly. "Do you feel that you give yourself, and no one notices? That when its time for a group lunch, or christmas, that no matter how many potions you've made people, no matter what you've done for people over the year... you are left all by yourself? I've just wanted to touch someone."

His arm is still around the man's shoulders. He is so understanding that Severus feels comfortable sharing the deepest parts of his soul, with him.

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

"Touch is important," Yukimura agrees, leaning in to Snape a little more. "So's appreciation." He looks into Snape's eyes, all five of them, and says with the utter sincerity that can only be brought by much alcohol, "I appreciate you." He wraps his arm around Snape's neck. "Lots," he adds to prove his point.

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

Yes, the man's breath is all mint. He desires to taste it. "So nice." He murmurs. Then he says aloud, "Thank you. I appreciate you as well. One rarely encounters someone so perceptive."

His lids half-lower and he draws the man closer still. "That's nicer still. Lots."

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

"I can be very perceptive," Yukimura asserts, moving close enough that his lips brush against Sev's. "Just as perceptive as you could want."

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

"Nobody undershtands me like you. I've been so lonely, waiting, just waiting... I didn't realise before. You are so shoulful soulfoool sou'ful." Severus drinks about a cup more of the excellent wine and slips a little on the bench. "Whoops! And you come bearing nectar. Let me..."

He tastes Yukimura's lips. "No one kisses me," he confides. "They think I am bad, but I wash just waiting for someone like you. You will reform me. mmmm. thas nice."

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

Yukimura pressed closer, moving to straddle Sev's lap. "They just don't know you well enough," he asserts, kissing Sev's lips and then moving to whisper in his ear. "I'll reform you anyway you want," he offers and then nibbles on Sev's ear.