De-hiatusing post and open RP!
It may or may not have been coincidental, but at almost the exact same time, eight figures walked through the front door of Hogwarts and into the Entrance Hall. Well, seven walked. The eighth blibbled.
( The godfather, the reluctant hero, and the marshmallow )
( The godfather, the reluctant hero, and the marshmallow )
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"I, er...I reckon not, no." He reached a hand up in a futile attempt to flatten his fringe over his forehead. "Er...exactly which idiot do you mean?"
There was no dearth of idiots at Hogwarts, so Harry figured it couldn't hurt to whittle the selection down to just which one he had been mistaken for.
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I was going to make a comparison of Snape and Harry to Turlough and Lezard, but then I realized I have no idea which one's Harry.
"Slythein, predictably enough. Idiot."
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And then it occurred to him just who Turlough was talking about. "Oh. Him." In all of the time Harry had spent chasing down ice cream trucks and culling through chipwiches, he had managed to put the whole mess with Lezard out of his mind -- chiefly, the bizarre similarities between the two of them and the possibility that these similarities meant Harry himself was a god. "How do you know him? And how do you know he's just got a god complex and isn't actually a god?"
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"Are these the Jeffersons?" She held up a DVD. Yeah. Definitely RoR.
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But the mention of that sacred name caused it to twitch for a moment, and Homsar blibble-turned around to regard the item in question.
It was the Jeffersons, alright -- and what a welcome sight it was. The DVD appeared to levitate itself in Homsar's direction as he reached for it with the visible arms that he lacked. But he had come this close before. Possessing the Jeffersons had been a great leap forward. But the question of how -- and perhaps more importantly, when -- they could be started was still pending. It was something that Homsar intended to dedicate great Arithmantic effort toward calculating, for Arithmancy was his only hope. He would have to spend large amounts of time experimenting with his Jenga set, that was for sure ( ... )
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"Yippee! I completed my job!" She danced in celebration.
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"DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! Can I have another stimulus package, Mr. President?" he raved loudly.
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Hermione had been wandering around, not going anywhere in particular, contemplating Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson plans, when she noticed a couple of familliar figures up ahead.
She had to do a double take, to make sure she actually recognized them both. Yes, that was definitely... not Lezard. And that was also definitely Sirius!
"Harry!" Hermione's voice had reached heights never before heard as she launched herself in a completely undignified manner at her best friend, preparing for a glomp of epic proportions. "Oh, Merlin, it really is you! How are you? Where have you been! Oh, I've missed you so much, and I have so much to tell you!"
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"I've been...loads of places," he said with a large grin as he pulled back to regard Hermione. "All over, really. Every country where people eat chipwiches, and then some countries where they don't, just in case the one we were looking for got smuggled in. I never know the ice-cream-filled cookie sandwich industry was so complex, you know? It's...incredible."
But Harry wasn't one to wax on for too long about himself, and so he continued, "But how are you, Hermione? I mean...you were popcorn! What was that like? How did you, erm...unpop? And how long have you been unpopped? What have you been doing since then?" Harry reckoned he knew ( ... )
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She finally let go of Harry, taking a step back to look him over. He certainly seemed to have had a good time, she thought happily.
"I don't remember much about being popcorn," she answered. "It's just... one moment I was studying and the next I was covered in butter. I've been keeping myself busy, though. The Defense Against the Dark Arts position came up, and I applied for it. Can you imagine? I'm actually Professor Granger now." A frown creased her brow as she added, more uncertainly, "I hope you don't mind terribly. You're better at that than I am, but you weren't here, and I didn't want to take the chance that someone... who didn't know anything about the subject would get it, because this place is mad!"
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Sirius, meanwhile, was observing the happy reunion from a few paces back. If studying is what causes one to become transfigured into cinema snack food, he thought to himself, then my approach to revision was the right one from the start!
He took a few steps forward and said with a warm grin, "Congratulations, Hermione. If Remus weren't popcorn himself -- " yet another thing to confirm Sirius's new theory " -- I'm sure he would be extremely proud of you. As am I, of course. Celebratory chipwich?" He reached into his cloak and pulled out three ice-cream-filled cookie delights.
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The thing looked adorable, and Hagrid didn't want it to be scared, especially since he knew students tended to react poorly to snakes most of the time.
He moved to pick up the snake, but it darted out of his way, so the giant gave chase, eventually finding himself herded back to where Miss Swan was waiting.
Hagrid looked down at the much smaller woman, then at the snake. "Hullo. That yours? Yeh migh' want ter be careful lettin' 'im loose around the school. He's liable ter get stampeded."
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She cut herself off the moment she craned her neck up and caught a look at the colossal specimen of masculinity stationed in front of her. "Ooooooh, now YOU...look like a man." She winked very unsubtly, wiggling a shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive manner, even though the effect was likely quite the opposite. "Swan not usually liking a man with hair. Swan usually giving big waxing to hairy man at Gorgeous Pretty Beauty Nail Salon 2 in Sparklypoopoo House. But Swan liking your hair, you hairy man who look like a man!"
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"Uh, thanks," he managed at her attempt at flirtation. "I'm... glad yeh like it. I don' think I'd want ter be waxed." Except... maybe Turlough would like him better waxed? It was something to ask him about, at any rate!
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Dwight had just left Slytherin, headed somewhere else, when he noticed Michael heading in his direction.
His face broke into a wide grin as he ran to intercept his boss.
"Michael!" he exclaimed, holding his arms out for an embrace. "You've been gone so long! But don't worry. Dunder-mifflin Hogsmeade is in safe hands! I think I've even found us a new Angela. But... you've been missed!" Dwight's relief was so palpable that he could have wept, and might have except that Schrutes simply didn't do such things.
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Michael's first inclination was to back in the glow of the ego boost. His second inclination was to tell Dwight not to wet his pants. So he went with his third inclination.
"Is she hot? The new Angela, I mean. Like, would I do her? And would she do me?" Oh, damn, wait. "If she was into gays, I mean."
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"Yes," he finally managed. "The new Angela is hot. I even think she'd do you, although she's not nearly as pretty as Jan." Because Dwight totally wanted to hit that, and couldn't very well do so if Michael was interested. Little did he know that, later on in the new Angela's canon, she would sleep with anything and everything, and so probably wouldn't object too strenuously to sleeping with a couple of dorky overgrown manchildren.
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Michael dug his hands deep into his pants pockets and pulled out a large round pin bearing vertical rainbow stripes and the phrase "I ♥ Men." The heart circumscribed a pink triangle. "Every Dunder-Mifflin employee has to wear one of these pieces of flair to show their support." He held it out to Dwight.
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