(Voldemort's Unpopcorning: Open RP!)

[glory_and_all]

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

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[luciferincarnat]

Professor Beelzebot arrives in the hall and sees Voldemort, "Oh. It's you. Welcome back..." He says half heartedly, looking away from him. Something clicks inside the Robot Devil's mind, literally and figuratively, and he looks back at Voldemort with what could be construed as a smile, "By the way, Godrick Gryffindor is teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts now. I don't think he's going to be giving it up any time soon."

[glory_and_all]

"I don't believe we've met." Voldemort stared suspicioiusly at the robot-like device and tried to think of what it might be. It reminded him strangely of those inane Muggle devices put together haphazardly. "And I don't believe I've ever taught at Hogwarts."

[luciferincarnat]

"Well, I've always heard that being turned into popcorn does strange things to one's mind." The Robot Devil leans up against a wall. "After all, Malfoy seems a bit different as well. And I can't wait to see what Dumbledore is going to act like when he gets out of that room."

[glory_and_all]

"Malfoy is here?" Voldemort glanced backwards at the plaque with names. He thought Lucius was still popcorn, not knowing it was Draco the Robot Devil was referring to.

[dungbombsrule]

Ron wandered down the halls, whistling "Take Me Anywhere" to himself. He was in a happy place, even though he hadn't caught Primavera at Midsummer's Day. He did catch Ed and Harry going at it (fucking Ed!) but that seemed to be explained away by the Gay Potion and Ed's nastiness. Harry was barely to blame at all, so he didn't have to worry about that drama... other than making sure that Ginny never, ever heard about it.

His good mood was also restored by the relief that Primavera wasn't mad at him. He had just received an owl from her, and is said explicitly that she didn't hate him! Of course, it also invited him to move in with her and Gogo, and he had no idea how to deal with that!

Ron saw Voldemort.

Still whistling, Ron ever so slowly, as casually as he could, turned around and walked back towards the way he came from.

[glory_and_all]

Voldemort was still skulking around the second floor corridor, memorizing the plaque of names when he heard whistling. The redhead who so quickly turned around upon seeing Voldemort perked his interest. He was probably one of Arthur's kids, which would explain his sudden attempt at departure. The Dark Lord smiled to himself and silently took wide strides to close the distance between him and Ron.

Reaching out a hand, Voldemort attempted to tap Ron on the back of his shoulder.

[dungbombsrule]

Ron tensed his shoulders at the touch, pausing his whistling and walking. He was quiet for a moment as he attempted to stop his shaking. Alright, Voldemort was back. That was bad. And he saw him. That was worse. And he wanted to chat with him. That was THE worst.

Play it cool, Ron. He can't hurt you here!

"Y-you-know-who, right?" If asked, Ron would not admit to the squeak his voice made on the last syllable.

[glory_and_all]

"Going so soon?" Voldemort could not help but feel a bit satisfied at all the quivering and waves of fear he could smell. Finally, some proper reaction to his prescence. It was almost as good as being back home again.

"You are correct," the Dark Lord replied, reaching out a hand to place on Ron's shoulders. Just in case he decided he was going to run. Voldemort wore a smile, but with his features it was hard to discern it from a grimace. "Ah, a Weasley, correct? And your siblings are well-settled here? Last I heard, your sister was playing with something that belonged to me. I hope she is still doing well."

[wh0_kill3d_m3]

Laura was walking through the second floor corridor, and passed a strange, snakelike man talking to a red-haired teenage boy. *Something* was wrong with the picture, she was sure of it, but only looked at them strangely as she passed without stopping.