open RP: an unpopcorning, quiet and without incident

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(( With mod permission and due process followed, here is Narcissa Malfoy. Narcissa does not remember her prior time(s) at Hogwarts, unless and until we find it amusing. Barring that, she's straight outta HBP. ))


She found herself on a cold floor, amid a pool of tepid and congealing butter, and her muscles were not obeying her. Very little elegance in this, more's the pity: Narcissa twitched. It was not even as dignified as sleep-paralysis. Her limbs were coming back to life, all pins-and-needles, and she did not know what had happened to her. She could only assume the worst.

Draco, failing? Snape's Unbreakable Vow, exacted at such a cost of pain and embarrassment for Narcissa, all for nothing? Memories of the most recent past stirred sluggishly in a mind not quite yet in possession of its full faculties. No, but Dumbledore was dead, was dead, and that task was done -- why would anyone have punished Narcissa? (And by anyone, she meant Him, or someone acting at His order, which amounted to the same thing. Him. The Dark Lord, who had wanted her son to fail.)

She shivered and cried for her husband. She would be deeply embarrassed later.

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There were some things that Hufflepuff's food libraries just didn't have. Decent, hand-baked cookies, for one. Packaged white chocolate macadamia cookies just weren't the same as the kind that you made from scratch. Also, you didn't get to eat the dough if they were already made.

Since Hogwarts' kitchens were of a pretty decent size, Megan had decided to make the most of them and bake the restlessness out of her system. And since she had eaten quite a lot of both cookie dough and cookies fresh out of the oven, she decided that she had better fly than 'port back to the Gryffindor common room. It was good exercise, after all, flying while carrying several dozen cookies.

She glanced inside the popcorn room as she passed, habit now even though she only recognized a name or two. "Oh! Hi!" She backtracked, flying just inside the room, smiling brightly. "Welcome back! I--um." Okay. So, not such a cheerful person, maybe? Then again, she imagined that being suddenly covered in butter would do that to you. "Uh... would you like a cookie?"

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"A cookie?" Narcissa found this offer puzzling. "What sort?"

Some kind of prank?

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"White chocolate macadamia. Here, look." Megan landed lightly on the ground and shifted the basket she had borrowed, showing plenty of still-warm cookies inside. "It just seemed like that kind of a day. Anyway, welcome back to Hogwarts! I'm Megan."

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"I see. I am Mrs. Malfoy. What is your family name, Megan?" Narcissa found comfort in routine manners, chill as they might seem. But it was with something like gratitude that she took one of the cookies, and with no ill grace that she offered a genuine "Thank you. They're lovely."

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"Hi, Mrs. Malfoy! Oh, it's Gwynn. I'm... well, I'm not new, but I was gone for a while. Not popcorn, though, I just went back to my old school. Sort of. It's across a continent from where it used to be, on account of the bombings. Anyway, it's really not a surprise we've never met, with you being popcorn and me being not here. I really do hope you like the cookies, I tried a few and I think they're very edible." She smiled warmly at Narcissa, because smiling usually made people feel better. (Or else creeped out, but that was when you did that weird smile where you showed all your teeth and then your face muscles started to twitch, and it just looked freaky.) "So if you're Mrs. Malfoy, where's Mr. Malfoy? I mean, if you don't mind me asking. If you do, we can just go back to talking about cookies."