open rp post #002

[albuquerque]

THE OPEN "WE WERE GOING TO RP THAT, REMEMBER?" POST

SO, BASICALLY. If we have ever discussed plotting a PSL or doing a thread but haven't gotten around to doing it,
WELL, NOW WE CAN.

Either comment with a rundown of said plot we'd talked about, or post a starting thread to said plot.

ALSO OPEN TO ANYONE WHO JUST WANTS TO THROW THEIR MUSE AT SNAPE (or Remus, if you'd prefer Remus).
Just leave either a prompt, a thread suggestion, or a thread starter.

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[albuquerque]

"It's more a case of... self-discipline rather than outright magic."

He watches her hand land atop his, and strokes his thumb lightly, briefly against the side of hers. Yes, insufferable know-it-all; he's quite familiar with that side of her. Not so insufferable right at this moment, though. He pulls his hand away.

Pushing himself up from the bed, he turns to look down at her. "It's too chilly to discuss this here."

He gives just a slight jerk of his head in the direction of his room, indicating that he's going back to his room and she's welcome to join him, then turns away to leave hers. He steps out into the cold landing, into his room, walks around his bed. Sitting on the edge, on the side that he always sleeps, he climbs his legs under the duvet as he pulls it up over him, still faintly warm with body heat. Propping an arm under his head, he cradles his head against it and stares up at the ceiling while waiting for Granger.

[charmandchant]

His thumb on hers makes her shiver in a way that had nothing to do with nightmares, though she swiftly buried those thoughts under a layer of kicking herself for even thinking about something like that in his presence. He'd made it more than clear what he thought.

"Chilly?" For a moment, she was offended, and then she realized she had goosebumps and her blankets were nearly on the other side of the room. Maybe he had a point. But once he left, she had to have another mental argument with herself about whether or not it was all right for her to follow. Would he have said something if he didn't mean me to? And I need to find out .. about the dreams, stopping them, she rationalized to herself, before glancing over at Crookshanks.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," she murmured to the cat, who looked faintly smug, before abandoning her bed and heading across the hall, lingering in Snape's doorway. Hermione battled again with herself, lost, and then moved the rest of the way into the room, heading for her side the side opposite to the one he normally uses, and hesitating one final time before climbing in, sighing in relief as she found it slightly warm and .. Familiar.

"The dreams. Can you control them? Who taught you how? Will it make the stop?" Curiousity got the better of her, breaking a somewhat awkward silence to pepper him with more questions about the technique they'd been talking about -- no doubt as he intended.

[albuquerque]

Only his eyes cut across to her through the darkness of his room when he sees her silhouette appear in the doorway. He watches her, and waits. Either she'll come to him or she'll go back to her room. He tells himself he doesn't care either way.

As she approaches and climbs in beside him, his gaze is trained back on the ceiling again. The shift of the mattress and the soft rumpling sound of the blankets being pulled up over her is oddly comforting. Reminds him a little too uncomfortably of the last time both of them were in this bed and under the covers together, but he pushes that thought aside - easily done with the questions Granger begins curiously firing at him.

"Ever heard of lucid dreaming, Granger?" he asks instead of answering any of her questions.

[charmandchant]

She takes a moment to settle herself, burrowing deep underneath the sheet and turning on her side, propping up her head with a hand. After a moment, she tugs the blanket a bit higher over his shoulder, though she doesn't move further -she could still be kicked out of this room and the thought of facing her empty, chilly bedroom with the remnants of nightmares still floating about was not appealing.

"Only in theory; I did a bit of reading up on it, but it didn't seem possible for me so I discarded the idea," she admitted, sheepishly, never liking to be caught in the wrong about something - at least, if that was where he was going with this. "Isn't it a dream that you realize you're having? Some Muggles have reported being able to control their dream, too; but I couldn't .. If I told anyone.."

It wasn't possible, due to her knowledge of the Wizarding World, for her to visit a muggle shrink or put herself at any sort of vulnerability where she might talk about their world. It would be an absolute fiasco; she could see the headlines now -- "War Hero Betrays Entire Wizarding World!" Bad enough that they insisted on calling her a 'hero'.

"Can you do it? Is it possible? Did someone teach you?"