hh_mirror | Application: Dr. Lisa Cuddy, House M.D.

Okay, so it wasn't Princeton. At all. Definitely not Princeton, for there sure wasn't a castle anyplace in the vicinity. In fact, Cuddy was beginning to think it might well be House's idea of some joke, knocking her over the head and bringing her to this place, wherever it was. And if that was the case, there weren't just clinic hours in his future, but endless clinic hours.

The paper with a questionnarre of sorts glared mockingly at her and Cuddy narrowed her eyes at it before lifting the pen.

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite? I'm vegan. Which translates into no animal of any kind, including dairy. Therefore, cheese isn't a part of my diet. ~~House, you're going to have to come up with better questions than this.~~

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop? Why bother? In a few years there'll be another disturbing fad waiting to traumatize the younger and older generations alike. ~~Good enough there, House? What are you going to do, post these around the clinic, show off my wit and penmanship?~~

3. What time is it where you are? About five, last time I checked. ~~Which also translates into three-hours-past-when-you-were-due-in-the-clinic.~~

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. I deal with enough sexual harassment on a daily basis from one employee begging for unpaid overtime and a good slap upside the head. I wouldn't want to inflict that sort of trauma on anyone else, so I'm going to say not applicable on this one. ~~Yes, I can feel you staring at my ass. I really, really can.~~

5. If you are pushing to be in: Pushing to be in where? I haven't any idea. And House, since it's clear you're laughing yourself into a state of delirium right now, why don't you tell me what all this actually means? I'm Dean of Medicine, not playing one of your 'Choose Your Own Adventure' games. Out with it already.

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. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do. Bribes..oh, easiest question yet. Upon my acceptance, I vow to wear no top other than the lowest cut blouse in existance. ~~Yes House, lower cut than the normal. Am I in?~~

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _LC_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _LC_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _LC_.

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"Where...?" Wilson started to repeat, his eyes widening a bit in light of Cuddy's confusion and... oh, boy. He'd played this game. It certainly wasn't a fun one. At least there was no House here to attempt to convince her that there would be wizards attacking (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1025325.html?thread=51362605#t51362605) if she didn't get the scent of butter out of her clothing. Wilson glanced briefly around, almost paranoid. At least there was no House... yet.

"This is actually..." He offered her a weak smile back, eyebrows raising as he rubbed at the back of his head. "Scotland. It's a school in Scotland." Best wait until she was sitting before he divulged that whole 'magic' thing.

Scotland? Cuddy's eyes widened a bit more, and she did move to sit then. Her legs folded easily beneath her to let her be comfortable.

"Scotland? But how did I get here from Princeton?" she asked, unable to hide the shock in her voice. It all still felt like a dream, a strange and surrealistic dream.

Ah, yes, that had been about the level of his coping once he'd had the news relayed to him, only he'd shown it much much less.

"Ah... I'm not... You don't remember?" he asked weakly, wincing a bit as Cuddy sunk down in that lost sort of way. God, he was helpless with this right now. "Some people, they just... show up. Here. Out of the blue. It's strange, I know."

Cuddy's eyes only relaxed fractionally. "Is that just what happened to you?" she asked. "You just blinked, and then ended up here?" It was strange, but then again everything seemed strange.

And... oh, crap. Haa. How does one calmly explain that they had been, a few months ago, not too long, a piece of popcorn (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1025325.html)?

"I... sort of," he explained in a weird sort of voice, rubbing at the back of his head and frowning a bit as he tried to find some kind of explanation for this that wouldn't break Cuddy's fragile brain. "At least, that was pretty much the last thing I remember before, you know. I ended up here. Being at the hospital."

Cuddy was satisfied by that answer and nodded. "At least it's a similar position," she said. "It'd be worse if I was just..the only one brought here, for some odd reason."

Understandable, especially to Wilson. Hell, he thought he'd been the only person to be temporarily snack food, those few months ago. "This school is a lot to take in," he commented, scratching at a temple and... Oh, God, here goes. "It's... a magic school, actually. Hogwarts. School for Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Magic school? Cuddy regarded Wilson with pure curiosity, blinking two or three times. "And House really didn't put you up to this?" she asked. "I'm starting to think I should have answered that questionnare more seriously but..it just seemed like something he'd do."

Wilson shot Cuddy a wry smile, rubbing the back of his head and resisting a laugh. "No," he replied shortly, and really hoping her mind didn't explode right about... now. "Although it... definitely sounds like something he would do, he didn't." And glanced to her apologetically, smile softening a bit. "I thought he'd pulled the same thing on my when I first arrived here."

Application: Dr. Lisa Cuddy, House M.D.

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