Application for Henry Winter, 'The Secret History'

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

(Cleared with Camilla-mun!)


The tall, dark-haired man strides through a door, looking down at his watch. The wire-rimmed glasses he wears glint as he reaches the middle of the room and lifts his head, checking where he is.

When Henry Winter speaks, it is in a cool voice.

’I do hope I’m not late.’



1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

Bel Paese. I like Italian cheeses; preferred them over the more readily available, in any case. The name itself means ‘beautiful country’—and cheddar, what does that mean? Nothing. It’s named after the village where it was made. Lack of imagination never made a good cheese.*his mouth quirks slightly here, at the absurdity of the questions; but match absurdity with absurdity*

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

Bu--? Ah. Barney. I’m afraid I don’t hold a particular hatred for either; is this a failing at this place?

3. What time is it where you are?

*he spreads his arms wide; he is rather intimidating in this pose, it would seem* Here? I have no idea where here is. But my own watch says it is five pm, so I will agree with that for the time being.

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

*Henry looks vaguely disgusted* No. No. I don’t think this question lends itself to any sensible answer.

5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

‘Live Forever’. Too often drunks and layabouts really do believe that; at least we’ll know where they are, drawn by the shining lights, perhaps.

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.

*here, he squints, pulling his glasses off* Fra--? Oh, no, Fred. How could I possibly answer? I don’t know any man referenced in the question.

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.

Maybe you’ve missed a few too many deadlines; perhaps you’ve not anticipated the workload. But it’s more than likely you’re finding it too difficult; even with challenging amounts of work, if you are competent you should find time to do it.

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

Why, how can a man prove that? Even if I were to answer, all you would have is my word. Would that really be enough?

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe.

*here, he really does look disgusted* I did not anticipate this sort of question. All I have is my watch, and my wallet. *Henry opens his wallet, and, after getting a photograph from it, throws it contemptuously to the floor* Find something you want in there.




"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___HW_________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___HW________.
I agree to be a good sport (pip pip!) and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___HW________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world (Not if I get to Hampden first). _____HW________"

Comments

[wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com]

C'mon now. You know I gotta ask what the picture you kept is, don'cha?

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

(Hee, it's all Prima's fault...)

Henry turns and nods to the woman. 'I'm afraid I shan't tell you,' he says coolly. 'Would you be able to tell me where I am, please?'

[wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com]

Well, fine. Be that way. Where are you supposed to be? 'Cause I guarantee you, this isn't it.

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

'I have no idea,' he says, lips quirking up in that odd way of his. 'All I know is that my passport deigned to work.'

[ugly-imp.livejournal.com]

"I liked your Slytherin answer. Would you consider yourself an ambitious man?"

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

Henry pauses. 'Not ambitious as such. I do what has to be done; I gain the respect of those I have to.'

He offers a hand. 'Henry Winter.'

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

Camilla has just come in from a walk in the snow. Her cheeks are flushed still, and the tips of her ears. When she sees who's in the Sorting Room, she halts, wide-eyed and motionless as a startled deer.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

(( Is this not the most perfect Henry? *also all a-squee* ))

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

He sees her, and he actually smiles. 'Camilla,' he says in a different voice to the crisp one he answered his questions in. 'Camilla.'

Do you remember Live Forever? Do you remember the glass? Do you remember the bloodstained chitons?

Of course you do. He keeps his smile warm, natural, not to scare her off, though he wants to do so much more.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

She's unsure of what to do. She's older now, by a few years. He's the same age he was the day he died. But he's smiling at her, in that way he never really smiled at anyone else (except maybe Julian?), and she feels as though her blood's been frozen for years and just now starting to thaw.

"My God, Henry, you're exactly the same," she says, voice low. She still doesn't move to go to him. Though part of her wants nothing more than to rush into his arms with a joyous khairei! and reassure herself it's not illusory.

[zerotostudying.livejournal.com]

"Plenty of Italian cheeses are named after their town of origin." She pointed out, mildly. "Parmesean." Why does everyone have to hate on the cheddar?

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

Exactly the same? He quickly reaches to his right temple; no hole. Equally as quickly, he puts his hand back down.

'How many years has it been?' he asks, to draw attention away from the movement and to allow himself time to see her; older. Wiser? Possibly. She hasn't run to him yet, at least.

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

'I never really liked that, either,' he says crisply. 'Perhaps moreso than cheddar. Italian--the Classical languages, and their modern--versions, shall we say--are much more intriguing.'

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

"Six," she says, simply. She'd flinched when his hand moved to the place where the gunshot wound had been, and she half-hopes he didn't notice her flinching. He's the same as she remembers him; she doesn't remember him with a hole in his head.

"I didn't even get to go to your funeral," she says. "Charles would have killed me." She'd had to take her brother back to Virginia instead. She should have been by the graveside. In white.

[zerotostudying.livejournal.com]

"So, its just a name thing?" Thats...okay, weird. but not the weirdest thing ever. He's no Kirk. "Italian is nice. Or, well it sounds nice. I took Latin.... and French...Oh, and Russian. But never Italian." Feeling, for a split second a little uneducated for not having taken Italian. She quickly snaps out of it though. Its not too late to learn, after all.

[wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com]

Well, you've ended up in Scotland, as it happens. This is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you're being Sorted.

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

'You didn't come to my funeral.'

Stated. Henry looks composed, yes, but he can't be properly angry with her. He's disappointed. He should have been with her at Charles' funeral, consoling her.

'How have you been, then?' Still with Charles? The unbreakable bond staying strong?

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

'No Greek?'

Latin is his second-favourite. French is...well, French is too often mangled, but it can sound right sometimes. Russian, he approves of.

'It's not just a name thing. Languages are deeply rooted in the culture, the historical and social context, the base of civilisation. If you've been through that and you can't manage an imagination with your own language...'

He trails off, and shrugs, indicating his opinion.

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

'I see.'

He doesn't.

Witches and wizards: those who maintained a degree of control in those wild times. And while losing for a while was an experience, it had resulted in rather a mess for them.

'Could you explain Sorting for me?' he asks politely.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

"How do you think? Without you --" She sounds almost exasperated. How can he even ask? Not that she hadn't tried to make things work with Charles in the aftermath of everything that went down at Hampden. She hadn't exactly been building candlelit shrines to her true love's memory. But try telling her that and all you'll get is a withering look. If you're lucky. Luckily no one's here who can try to remind her.

[wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com]

Sure. I'm Laura, by the by.

Hogwarts is organized on the British boarding school model, with different Houses. In this case there are four main ones, each embodying a character trait, and we students and teachers vote on which we think you're best suited for. A final judgment gets made - *hesitates to bring up the Hat* - and then you're Sorted into your House. You live there, study there, socialize there, earn or lose House points, play sports for the House - like that.

Still with me?

[wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com]

[onewinteryday.livejournal.com]

Henry didn't think she would be. Part of him is pleased.

'It was six years,' he says quietly. 'I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten you for six years.'

He was travelling, but he came to places he couldn't get to; then he was reminded of Camilla.

[zerotostudying.livejournal.com]

"I wanted to, but I couldn't fit it into my course schedule." She admits, frowning a little. There were too many classes she wanted to take, and only four years of university. It was unfortunate, but sometimes she had to sacrifice the fun classes in order to take the practical ones.

"Thats a pretty fair point. But I do still think it tastes good so.." Shrugging a little, as if to apologize for her lack of taste.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

"I never would have thought you did," she says, just as quietly, and softer now, the edge of exasperation gone, responding to his tone. The ancients believed in ghosts, shades. Why not she? "And I hope you know I'd never have forgotten you." Not telling him she's here because of him, because she wanted to bring him back. She hasn't learned much yet and can't claim any credit. But her eyes speak for her, fierce and bright, greedy. She's wanted to see him again for so long.