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[initforthedoe]

[The Dreamberry shows the interior of what looks to be a darkened basement, a greenish light that seems to be coming from nowhere lighting the room just slightly. In one corner sits a cauldron that has gold steam rising from it. However, there is no fire beneath it

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[coolexec]

Well Malificent, that's not disturbing at all.

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[initforthedoe]

[Blank face at the name. He doesn't know who that is.]

Disturbing? And you choose this particular word because...?

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[coolexec]

[My god you are missing some classic cinema.]

You're in a basement with some serious voodoo mojo going on. Doing what looks like magic.

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[initforthedoe]

Perhaps because it is magic.

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[knows_remorse]

[Another wizard, she watches him.]

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[initforthedoe]

[A unicorn. He watches back.]

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[knows_remorse]

[She shifts and is neither bothered nor perturbed by his gaze. She tilts her head.]

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[initforthedoe]

[Well, if the unicorn is just going to stare at him he will now...ignore it. It's pointless to just stare at a unicorn for ages.]

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[initforthedoe]

Clever.

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[initforthedoe]

It appears that I'm moving things.

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[initforthedoe]

As have I.

[note: he has not figured it out yet.]

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[initforthedoe]

Not yet. I felt it more prudent to begin restocking on things for potions.

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[maraudingprongs]

[All right, give James a moment to put this mystery together...

Step One: A dingy, dark setting, the likes of which you'd only find dark wizards, potions fiends, and questionable bug life populating...]

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[maraudingprongs]

[Step Two: Add to that a man in unfashionably dark robes with a voice that sounded as if the whompping willow has struck it so many times it had become concussed. Slow, but still harboring all the bitterness of someone who'd come out the other end of a tree fight the loser...]

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[maraudingprongs]

[Step Three: That nose--

Bugger all, it didn't have to go past Step Three, did it?

Brows raising, James enthusiastically decided to reply, practically falling over himself in amusement. Because it can't possibly be, but it so bloody is, and it's ridiculous because of how... well, how predictable it was.

Dungeon, robes, and whining already.]

Snivellus?

By Merlin you're... taller, slightly.

[And he sounds halfway like he's holding back laughter when he says so. Because really, nothing else has changed. As much as he doesn't like the git, it's hilarious how anatomically incorrect everything still is; aging didn't help the process at all.]

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[initforthedoe]

[Merlin it's like he really is in Hell. He would know that arrogant little brat anywhere.

And just like Granger has informed him, this is the youth of his past. The one who went out of his way to make his school days miserable. Still an immature little prat.]