SPAM OF RIDICULOUSNESS.

[alcoholit]

[ooc: Bernard has noticed this.]]

[A copy of Twilight comes flying across the book fort, hitting the bookshelves next to where Snape is sat.]

Stop talking to him, dammit!

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Woopsie.

[emptyyourself]

[Snape jerks aside, startled, dropping the journal in the process.]

He started it!

[alcoholit]

[Bernard sighs and picks up another book... just in case]

Then be the bigger man! [Pause. Wait, that didn't work.] He's an evil bastard.

[emptyyourself]

[He closes his journal carefully, pointedly not making eye-contact.]

He seemed all right to me...

[He decides against saying anything else, however. Bernard has enough ammunition to kill him with books.]

[alcoholit]

[Bernard hits his head on the book in his hands in frustration]

He's not. He's worse than Voldemor... well, worse than your Dumbledore and a charming bastard to boot.

[emptyyourself]

Worse?

[He looks confused.]

He wants to integrate Muggles and Wizards. Isn't that a good thing?

[alcoholit]

[Bernard sighed and slumped back against the bookcase]

It's the way he wants to do it... By, you know, putting the Wizards in charge and making us guy be, I dunno, their slave monkeys because we clearly don't know any better... something like that, anyway. The politics of it are all a mess.

[emptyyourself]

Slave monkeys...?

[It clicks after a moment. He immediately looks horrified.]

He wants to enslave Muggles?

[alcoholit]

Well, I probably... He certainly wants to lord it over them. Not sure about actual enslavement.

[Bernard shrugged,]

Just don't talk to the bloke.

[emptyyourself]

[He nods.]

Right. I won't.

[It occurs to him that he probably shouldn't be talking to anyone at all; after all, they're trying to lie low.]

[alcoholit]

[Bernard pauses and has a sip from the wine bottle,]

Wait, so he's himself, isn't he? Or... from where I am?

[emptyyourself]

He says he is.

Or, he says he knows the me that you know.

[He looks baleful.]

Someone told him I'm a jerk.

[alcoholit]

Well, you are.

[A shrug and a pause]

It's no bad thing in my book.

[emptyyourself]

Maybe I don't want to be a jerk.

[Again, he speaks without looking at Bernard. This time, it's muttered. However, he looks up again, this time with more bravado than he's previously displayed.]

Who are they to say I am, anyhow? Just because some other me acts that way...

[He throws up his hands, then buries his face in them. He's obviously had time to think about this.]

This is mad. Do you have any idea how mad you all sound? I'm me. Not some other...me.

[alcoholit]

I've got a fair idea how mad you sound, because trust me, a nice, friendly, unsarcastic Severus Snape who doesn't have a clue what he's doing with potions is madness over here.

[Bernard has another long drink of his wine,]

We all sound fucking mad once you start thinking about it too much. We're on a boat in the middle of space. Not even space, but some kind of trans-fictional floating purgatory. How fucking nuts is that? You being a wanker in some other universe is practically normal by comparison.

[emptyyourself]

[He thinks this over for a moment.]

I suppose it's not...that mad.

[He shrugs.]

It's easier to accept when you're into your cups, though.

[alcoholit]

[Bernard thrust the bottle at him]

Which is why you need to keep up.