(Voldemort's Unpopcorning: Open RP!)

[glory-and-all.livejournal.com]

POP! In place of a large, fluffly golden-white kernal of popcorn stood Voldemort, looking bewildered. The last thing he remembered was waiting on word from his Death Eaters about Malfoy's mission, and if the miserable little git really died during his task or not. He was really looking foward to the news-- either Dumbledore or Draco was out of his way, when suddenly he found himself standing in a room full of... popcorn kernals.

Stepping gingerly out of his slightly raised pedestal with his wand drawn out, Voldemort moved between the glass cases, inspecting each and every one of them suspiciously. This had to be some sort of dream or trick of the senses. Everything certainly felt very real, including that buttery scent that was clinging to every fiber of his robes.

Confident there was no one else in the room and spying an exit, Voldemort stepped outside.

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[glory-and-all.livejournal.com]

A high-pitched chuckle escaped Voldemort's throat. "Then you're here by choice. What outside world do you speak of?"

[5000yearold.livejournal.com]

"The outside world being the larger Muggle world, of course. The wizarding world has power, but is so limited in what you can do. Besides, one does get stir crazy after a few centuries."

[glory-and-all.livejournal.com]

"Limited? I beg to differ." Voldemort couldn't believe anyone in their right mind would consider the Muggle world having more possibilities than the Wizarding world. "Muggles are foolishly manipulated by every Wizarding community in existence."

[5000yearold.livejournal.com]

Methos snorted. "You've had very limited experiences in this world. Muggles can be manipulated with magic, but wizards do not, as the vernacular goes, 'pwn all' in this day and age."

[glory-and-all.livejournal.com]

This is unfortunate news for the Dark Lord. "So this is how this... world works?" Voldemort wrinkled his nose. "Beings from every sort of world wandering in and out. Hogwarts is a crossroad of sorts?"

[5000yearold.livejournal.com]

"As of late? Yeah. There's a mix here at Hogwarts you'd never have thought of. Wizards of varying bloodlines, angels, demons, assasins, robots. Heck, the Headmistress is a Furby."

[glory-and-all.livejournal.com]

Nodding, Voldemort fell silent. There was a way to use this place to his advantage. Suddenly he smiled again. "I thank you for your honesty, Mr... I'm sorry, I don't recall your name."

[5000yearold.livejournal.com]

"The name is Methos. And just remember, there are no-kill wards up at the school now. Don't you just hate it when people ruin your fun?"

[glory-and-all.livejournal.com]

"Methos. A pleasure." Voldemort held out a white hand with spidery, long fingers.

"It does sound like a damper, but I'll manage." Voldemort looked reassured enough, giving Methos another smile. After all, he did have to survive most of childhood without any killing.

[5000yearold.livejournal.com]

"Likewise," Methos said as he shook Voldemort's hand. He didn't show any sign of discomfort at shaking the cold hand.