The Harry Potter Meme

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The { HARRY POTTER } Meme 

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Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

Are you a first-year student who needs to break the news of your new-found magical powers to your Muggle parents? Or maybe you're one of the put-upon teachers who are trying (sometimes even successfully!) to rein in your students' rambunctiousness? Have you decided to join with the Death Eaters in expectation of the day the Dark Lord returns or are you combating them as a member of the Order of the Phoenix? 

Student, professor, Death Eater, Ministry official, Auror...the choice is yours.

This is not a RNG meme. Your characters' role and situation is entirely up to you. "But how do you play?" you might ask. It's as simple as 1, 2, 3!

1.) Post with your character. In the subject line, type of your character's name, canon, House (if applicable), and their role in the HP universe. (For example: ALEC HARDISON | LEVERAGE | SLYTHERIN | PROFESSOR (oh dear god no))
2.) Tag around! Meet people your characters would never otherwise encounter! Start shenanigans, but please keep Hogwarts Castle from burning to the ground.
3.) Profit!

Oh, and I almost forgot - ten points from Gryffindor.

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Irene Adler || BBC Sherlock || Slytherin || Prompts below

[womanwhobeatyou]

Option 1: Professor

[Professor Adler teaches Muggle Studies, and despite her house prejudices, some students do find Muggle Studies quite interesting under her tutelage. Particularly astute students might notice that despite her obvious knowledge and enjoyment of the subject, the professor's teachings have a certain manipulative bent to them, that she focuses on how to bend the Muggles' technology and their prejudices to advance her own wizarding agendas.

She can regularly be found either in her classroom in one of the dungeons beneath Hogwarts Castle, or patrolling the halls of the castle with an uncanny ability to run into students breaking the rules.]

Option 2: Student

[Irene Adler is a 6th year Slytherin. Despite not being named prefect, she somehow has managed to gain the rights and privileges of the title. She has a penchant for exploring the castle after hours, and an uncanny ability to catch others in the act of rulebreaking while being quite good at slipping attempts to pin her with the same.

She is particularly good with wordless, wandless magic, and enjoys practicing it on unsuspecting students.]

option #2

[thewolfmoon]

[Remus doesn't consort with Slytherins often - passing them in the hall, a nod of greeting to those who don't have evil ambitions, a sigh of exasperation as he watches James and Sirius taunt Severus for the umpteenth time. The rivalry between the two Houses is infamous, and he'd rather not be at the source of a chaotic squabble - he leaves that to his friends.

He is walking through the halls, balancing a load of books in his arms, knowing that Sirius is probably moping around there somewhere now that James is in the infirmary and Peter would be in the library. He figures that he could at least drag Sirius in that direction, even though he knows his friend would protest the entire way. Oh well.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Irene makes her way through the halls with a poise even professors didn't possess, a small, slim volume in her hands. It's in code, and she is looking for an undisturbed place to break said code, but the sight of the quiet, almost reclusive, Gryffindor catches her attention, and Irene smiles as she waves her hand, whispering a single word in her mind.

The top two books fly off of Remus' pile and she catches one easily.]

Playing the lone wolf today?

[thewolfmoon]

[Remus is so wrapped up in thoughts that he doesn't notice her approach and only the sudden fall of his books makes her aware of his presence. He quietly curses beneath his breath, repositioning his books so that he can kneel down and pick up the fallen one.]

Thank you for that. [Scooping up the text, he looks back up and meets Irene Adler's eyes. Oh. Bugger. Not her. The last time he had encountered her, it had been after she and Sirius had decided to become each other's mortal enemies for a week and none of that had turned out well. Only James's quick thinking and Peter's reluctance had kept Sirius from laying out a series of hexes on the Slytherin girl.]

Miss Adler. [His tone is polite, but reluctant. He did not care for that phrase she used at all.] I was just headed to the library.

[womanwhobeatyou]

Mr. Lupin.

[Her lips curve into a thin smile, deep red and sharp as razor wire, at his polite reluctance, and she flips through the book of his still in her hand.] I guessed as much from the fact that you were headed in this direction. But interesting choice of reading material nonetheless.

[thewolfmoon]

[He looks down at the books in his arms again and sighs. Of course. Why would anything ever be simple with her?] It's for a class. Transfiguration. [He holds out his hand.] If it's all the same to you, Miss Adler, I would like it back.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She feigns being absorbed in the book and ignores his questing hand for the moment.] I can see why. Human transfiguration must be fascinating.

[She closes the book and offers it back with a knowing gleam in her eyes.] Isn't your Transfiguration class still having trouble turning teacups into mice?

[thewolfmoon]

[Remus narrows his eyes, but doesn't withdraw his hand. Irene Adler represents some of the worst aspects of Slytherin, and this is one confrontation he'd rather now have. He knows her propensity for collecting information about students and staff, and he and his friends had done their bloody damnedest to keep his secret away from her.] It's an interesting read, yes.

The class is having trouble. I'm not. May I please have my book back?

[womanwhobeatyou]

[His narrowed eyes simply gets him a smirking, confident smile in return. The book in question remains in her hand, a spell held in her mind at the ready if he chose to reach for it.]

Say please.

[thewolfmoon]

I did say please. [He gestures with his hand.] And I'd rather not argue with you in the middle of a hallway over a book, Miss Adler. It seems sophomoric of you.

[He truly hopes Sirius doesn't come waltzing around the corner any time soon. That would only escalate things further.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

You should really indulge me, Mr. Lupin. Or I could make you roll over and beg.

[She steps closer and drops the book into his hand, her voice low as she adds.] And wouldn't it be embarrassing for all your friends if they realized you liked it.

[thewolfmoon]

[His jaw clenches slightly as she drops the book into his hand.] I can't say indulging Slytherins of their bad habits is on my list of things to do.

[He doesn't comment on her last words, but they've obviously made him a bit uncomfortable. He tries to sidestep her.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Something about her words makes him shift uncomfortably, and Irene files that away for later. Interesting.

She doesn't bother leaning into him again or otherwise making the discomfort worse, and instead simply lets him pass. Over her shoulder, she adds, as parting words]

Do give your friend Mr. Black my regards.

#2~

[hadbadays]

[It seems to be a rather popular assumption that Hufflepuffs are stupid. Now, John doesn't know about that; it's just that they don't much care for competition. Doesn't mean they're not smart, and John would like to think that after five years at Hogwarts he's been able to pick up on a thing or two.

Especially being the best friend of Sherlock Holmes makes it sort of difficult not to. Sometimes he wonders if he picks up on too much.

Which is probably why he finds himself eying Irene at dinner rather than focus on his own food, because Sherlock seems interested in her somehow and that is rare. So there must be something special about her and when John asks, Sherlock avoids the question, starts talking utter gibberish. Something about "information" and "studying", once.

There's something about her and he can't pinpoint what.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[And Irene is fully aware of the attention from across the Great Hall, even as she takes a sip of pumpkin juice and allows one of the more smitten third years to offer her a portion of shepherd's pie.

She glances over to the Hufflepuff table with a knowing smirk, and in that instance, a puff of smoke flashes at John's elbow, coalescing into a scrap of parchment with a few hand-written words on it.]

Dinner doesn't hold your attention, Watson?

[hadbadays]

[It's not until he starts from seeing the smoke that John realises just how much he didn't pay attention to his surroundings and that is just, honestly, a little ridiculous. He shakes his head, glances around a little and catches Sherlock's gaze not horribly far from where Irene's seated, pressing his lips together at the glint in Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock's obviously doing one of those things where he's got something all figured out and not letting John in on it.

Annoying.

He exhales a puff of breath and finally grabs the piece of parchment, frowning down at it. Aha.

Dear lord, has he been staring at some sort of female equivalent of Sherlock? Brilliant. He needs an adult.

He looks back up at Irene, sends her something like a smile - bit like a grimace, perhaps - and returns to his food. Caught red-handed - maybe not surprising, but awkward all the same. Bloody Sherlock.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Her smile grows as she watches his reaction, her attention only wavering long enough to ensure that yes, the sidelong glance he'd given had been to exactly who she had expected.

Dinner continues uneventfully until the puddings for dessert began to appear, and the conversation at the Hufflepuffs table quiets considerably as Irene Adler approaches. Amusement lingers in her words like perfume as she asks him.]

Can I help you?

[hadbadays]

[Mostly, anyone who catches Sherlock's interest must in some way be extraordinary - which does make John wonder what it is about him that makes him worth keeping around - so he turns his full attention to Irene in hopes of figuring out more about it, even if she already seems that way.

He gives her a wide smile, even as he clears his throat a little.]

Ah, no, I-- Perhaps I should, uhm, apologise. For... For staring. It's just... Well.

[He gestures vaguely somewhere in Sherlock's direction. She'll very likely understand, he thinks.

Staring is so rude, though. What was he actually thinking?]

My mate, uh... [He claps his hand against the edge of the table.] Has been talking to you, I noticed.

[Really, he's not usually this awkward around people, is he? She's a little intimidating.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[And she so enjoys being intimidating. She waits for him to get to his point patiently, the handle of her wand clearly visible sticking out of a pocket of her robes.]

Oh? He's done as well as you have, so far.

[hadbadays]

[That pulls a sort of chuckle from him and he shakes his head again.]

Really? Can't imagine that.

[Sherlock is a lot more of a smooth talker than he is.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She doesn't have to look to know that Sherlock Holmes would be watching the exchange. She silently wonders who he'd grill first afterwards, his best friend or his housemate.]

Then perhaps you need an exercise in imagination. Or to talk to your friend.

[She's heard the smooth talking in question directed towards professors and other students. Which made it all the more amusing when he'd been stumbling over his own words at her.]

[hadbadays]

He's not going to--

[...oh.

Oh. The blabbing and the nonsense and the... Oh, oh, he just. Starts laughing, bending down over his plate and shaking and god, now it's starting to make sense but--]

No, no, it can't be. Not Sherlock...

[He's interested in her. Interested interested. But it's Sherlock!]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[More like he's interested in knowing where and how certain potions ingredients have been disappearing from the supply cabinets. And she's been just as interested in making sure he doesn't find out.

But she smiles, because the misunderstanding is far better than anything she can spin and Irene knows it is going to gall Sherlock that any attempts to correct his friend is just going to be seen as sentimental denial.]

You wouldn't be laughing quite so hard if you believed it.

[hadbadays]

I... can't say I even know what to believe.

[Clearing his throat, he tries gather himself together and wipe discreetly at his eyes as he sends a glance towards Sherlock again. Undoubtedly, Sherlock is watching them and, ah, he looks decently confused - which isn't really much, but probably the most Sherlock will actually show of confusion.

Sherlock doesn't get confused, after all.

He looks back up at Irene, still smiling and with a curious quirk of his eyebrow.]

What do you think about him then? If.. If you don't mind me asking.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She gives John a sidelong glance, matching his quirked eyebrow with one of her own, though hers is more challenging than curious.]

Are you asking about my intentions towards your friend, Watson?

[So, so amused.]