Kon-El... unpopped! [Open to all!]

[tktactile]

"This is not where I went to sleep," Kon-El announced to the room, more for the sake of saying something than because he thought he'd get an explanation from the giant kernels of popcorn surrounding him. There hadn't been any popcorn where he'd gone to sleep, he was sure of it. And he hadn't been covered in what smelled like the 'butter' that got

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[wolfram_jyari]

Wolfram was marching past the Hall of Popcorn in a fury. What set the blond off wasn't entirely important. It could have been Yuuri, it could have been Yuuri's breakfast, or it could have been the institution of breakfast as a whole. It wouldn't be the first time. So really it didn't matter what set Wolfram off, as he probably would have been angry anyways. Unfortunately for everyone around him.

But the sight of Kon-El seemed to give him a start. He turned around and put a hand on the pommel of his sword. Wolfram's eyes grew wide as he stared at the other boy, and he put his free hand protectively by his own temples when he finally spoke.

"Who are you? Who attacked you? Why did they attack your hair? Why did they only get the sides?"

[tktactile]

......Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

"Superboy, no one attacked me, and shut up, my hair is awesome." Kon crossed his arms. If the guy meant the hand on his sword as a threat, well - Kon wasn't worried about that. "I've got my own style."

[wolfram_jyari]

"Your hair is afraid of your ears, so it can't be that awesome. If it was, it would be braver." Wolfram had put his hand over his sword in mock fear of the beautician ninja, and now that his point was made, he moved that hand to his hip.

"Why are you in the Hall of Popcorn? Do you have a nefarious scheme? For nefarious purposes?" The blond hoped so, he was cantankerous and bored.

[tktactile]

"Whatever you say, man." He was just jealous, anyway. "Nothing nefarious here. I don't actually know why I'm in here," except that it involved butter and possibly salt, "but 'nefarious' is not my thing."

[wolfram_jyari]

"I'm certain there are several things fairly nefarious here. Fortunately they've been turned into the human food, pop-corn." Since the other boy didn't directly insult him back, Wolfram felt forced to offer at least some assistance. "Maybe you're here to see a friend but now you forgot? That's really why you should change your hairstyle. I think it might make your brain cold."

The last man Wolfram knew who had hair like that was a psychopath who took the kitchen hostage for them to make him curry. Which was hot enough to warm his mind, and then he became sane again. Coincidence? Probably, but not to Wolfram.

[tktactile]

"Dude, lay off my hair. I like my hair." Turned into popcorn? Scary thought, but maybe that explained the butter. "Could be, though. I guess. I think all my friends are back where I was before I got here." Five years in the past and half a world away. That was kind of depressing, really.

[wolfram_jyari]

Wolfram rolled his eyes, but silently agreed to 'lay off' his hair. No one appreciated help nowadays. Or a nice fight. "You mean you don't have any friends at Hogwarts? I have friends at Hogwarts. No, you can't have them."

He gave Kon-El a critical look. "You're not a Hufflepuff, are you?"

[tktactile]

Well, at least he wasn't talking about Kon's hair anymore. "Probably not. Mostly 'cause I have no idea what you're asking."

[wolfram_jyari]

"Didn't someone make it clear to you at your sorting?" Wolfram sighed, and then seemed to stand taller as he explained. "Hogwarts is an education institution in which resides the grand order of Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuffs are bold, brilliant, and at least moderately attractive. But most importantly, a Hufflepuff has a strong spirit. They follow their hearts, and are true to themselves."

"There are also the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Slytherins. They do things, I don't know." He waved an apathetic hand.

[tktactile]

"I don't remember being here before. A future me, I think." Kon shrugged. "Probably it was explained, but I'm not future me. Sounds like no one explained the others to you, either." Well, that or he didn't care, but eh.

[wolfram_jyari]

Kon was confusing Wolfram, so he went on to largely ignore him.

"Well the other three Houses don't really matter. To me, anyway. They probably would to you, though, for you are definitely not a Hufflepuff. A Hufflepuff would know if he was a Hufflepuff. You might as well try to take fish out of water before you take a Hufflepuff out of Hufflepuff."

[tktactile]

"Wow, impressive. Now you're making even less sense than you just were." Kon was beginning to get the feeling that even if this guy had any answers, he wasn't going to be giving them out.

[wolfram_jyari]

Wolfram glared at Kon. He opened his mouth as if he was about to shout at him, and then let out a breath of air instead. He seemed to be making an attempt to calm his temper. Obviously this young man required a new level of patience. He then asked slowly and clearly, "What is it I said exactly that doesn't make sense?"

[tktactile]

"What's a sorting, the hell kind of name is 'Hogwarts', and okay fine you're a Hufflepuff, I get that, but seriously, nonsense names?" It wasn't that Kon was stupid, per se, just that his ability to just roll with strangeness was already being mostly taken up.

[wolfram_jyari]

"Is Hogwarts a nonsense name?" Wolfram asked with only slight curiosity. "I wouldn't know, it's some human word. But I suppose it makes just as much sense as 'Wolfram' which is my name. Why are you so hostile to free morphemes, syllable enslaver?" The demon flipped his hair and didn't wait for the reply.

"As for the sortings... Well. We get new students almost every day. They can't all get into Hufflepuff, can they? So that is what a sorting is for. We see if a student is worthy of Hufflepuff and, if not, they are moved into one of the three other Houses." The blond remembered one of Yuuri's admonishments, and forced himself to add unenthusiastically, "'And then they move on to perfectly acceptable and respectable futures.'"

[tktactile]

"Uh huh. I'm Superboy." Yeah, he wasn't sure he wanted to give his actual name to this Wolfram guy. "What sort of stuff moves them into the other houses? I mean specifically, so don't go back to the 'they're just not Hufflepuffs', OK? I get that part."