The unpopping of Alice Cullen.

[vampfashionista.livejournal.com]

((Open RP, buuut mainly for happy reunion times with sparklehubby Jasper. The thread with him will automatically be the last one, but if you want your character to meet Alice you can comment wherever. Oh, and I've got permission for this.))

Alice's timing was, as always, impeccable.

She rather wished she wouldn't have to deal with the popcorn butter -- her blouse was beyond saving, and the smell would never wash out -- but she had anticipated it and was prepared. Her clothes would still be in her old room in Hufflepuff, and she still had some time before Jasper would be out of the Sorting Room. Being a seer was ever-so practical sometimes! She nearly danced her way through the corridors, timing it so that as few people as possible would see her with her clothes in the current state.

The room was as it should be, and her clothes were waiting. Alice quickly changed and washed her hair and face from remnants of butter and salt. It didn't take long. Sparklepires repel filth when it's not sexy.

There. Jasper should have gotten her note by now. Excellent! Alice smiled at herself in the mirror and then she was off again, skipping off back to the Popcorn Room. She seated herself outside, and crossed her legs daintily as she waited. Her husband would show up here soon, but in the meantime she absolutely wouldn't mind having someone to talk to.

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[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

A while after getting settled in Satou's room, Jasper was walking the halls at a very slow, human pace whenever others were present, and the rest of the time used his vampiric speed to its full potential as he followed the somewhat cryptic instructions of the note he'd found in his bag. Something about the smell of butter...? It all sounded so innocuous that it shouldn't have him as worried as it did, but, well, that was Jasper. When it came to Alice, he would always be far more concerned than the situation really warranted, overprotective fool that he was.

Sure enough, his brief trek through the castle eventually brought him to the hallway leading to the Popcorn Room, and right to—

"Alice," he murmured, sotto voce, too quiet for human hearing. One would hardly have to be an empath to sense his surprised joy at the sight of her. He broke into a smile as he closed the distance between them and held out his hand for her, to help her up. Obviously she didn't need any assistance, but he was nothing if not a gentleman. He was also already wearing his wedding band again—they could be themselves at Hogwarts, he'd realised, no more pretending for the sake of humans or anyone else...

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Wishbone was doing his usual walking/sniffing around. He smelled popcorn!

He ran, hoping to be able to lick the butteriness off whomever popped. (He's a dog, what do you want?)

He was very disappointed to find that the only person there-Alice-was all cleaned up. But then Wishbone got distracted by the same rotten human smell he has smelled on Jasper.

Are you whatever Jasper is? I think he's a vampire but I'm not sure.

[hellminxmel.livejournal.com]

'My God.' That is the ugliest effing shirt I've ever seen, she wants to say. But ever since Octavian gave her that charm (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1731931.html#cutid1), she's felt more...well-disposed to people in general.

So Maia can only manage 'Your hair--was it styled with forks this morning?'