Lord Peter Has a Drink (and others are invited to join)

[pdbw.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Anyone who has not been zapped by Eros is welcome to join Lord Peter for a drink in the Ravenclaw common room. Lovestruck folks can join in too, to annoy the singletons.))

Despite not having yet been officially sorted, Lord Peter Wimsey found himself settling in comfortably in Ravenclaw House. The place and the people in it seemed largely to his taste, and he felt generally content.

But not having Bunter around was something of an inconvenience -- and truly, he did miss Harriet. Especially given the nature of the day. He had sent her a letter liberally sprinkled with French and with poetry, and he was confident that he would receive an equally entertaining missive in return, but it simply was not the same.

And so, as many a gentleman has done since the beginning of time, Lord Peter had chosen to alleviate his loneliness with a fine glass of sherry. He was vaguely aware of a multitude of billets-doux, flowers, and other tokens changing hands, although he was not yet sufficiently familiar with the individuals involved as to recognise the strangeness at work. He leaned back in the comfortable overstuffed chair near the common room's fireplace, sipped his wine, and pondered his surroundings.

Edit:
He noted a faint cordite scent in the air, which probably had something to do with the noise he'd overheard earlier -- and with the initials now marked out in bullet-holes in the wall. He had missed the event itself, being engaged with locating the appropriate bottle of sherry. Strange, but no less strange than some of the other events and people of the last few days; and in any case, hadn't the great Holmes himself been known to pockmark his study wall in fits of boredom?

He did not particularly notice the gunslinger lurking in the corner.

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[son-of-steven.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Don't forget that Roland is hanging about, waiting for Emma, his beloved, to return. And that he made mincemeat of one of the walls with his guns.
Lookee Here (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/145709.html#cutid1)
Might just be something someone would notice, is all :D))

[pdbw.livejournal.com]

((Ah, whoops. I overlooked that. I'll edit the original post to reflect.))

[son-of-steven.livejournal.com]

((No problem! Thanks for the Edit ^_^))

[persofanservice.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Is it alright to have a Hufflepuff appear in the common room?))

[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

((She can be Emma's guest, so sure!))

[persofanservice.livejournal.com]

((Thanks, Emma-mun! ^_^ Should I wait until after Emma posts?))

[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

Emma Woodhouse descends from her dorm, innocently unaware of the madness that surrounds her. She is perturbed by her humiliation of last night, but already a plan is forming in her mind. She just needs a good enough wizard or witch to go along with her plot. Dr. Winchester would never approve... but perhaps Captain Pierce? She shall ask next time she sees him.

This seems to be a day of excitement. Her lady friends seemed to be in quite a tizzy as it approached. Perhaps this will be the day to bring her more selfless plans into actions. Mr. Leonhart, that strange wizard boy, even that knight who was the first to greet her all seemed to be fine matches for Chii's sister. What she needed to do was throw a party, and invite all players involved.

She must also help her dear Ginny and her difficulties with the mysterious Tom Riddle. Oh, it would be a busy day.

"My Lord!" She smiles as she sees him. "I hope I have a place in your memory."

[pdbw.livejournal.com]

"Indeed, Miss Woodhouse; it is a pleasure to see you again. How does the day find you?"

[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

"Very well, very well indeed. Thank you." She glances at the wall again and shakes her head, sighing. She looks back at Mr. Wimsey. "I must ask, sir, how did you normally find yourself investigating mysteries?"

[pdbw.livejournal.com]

Lord Peter chuckles self-deprecatingly. "My nose and nerves, as Uncle Pandarus -- Uncle Paul, that is -- would say. Ever since I was a boy I've been possessed of an infernal sense of curiosity, and when someone presents me with a problem, I can't rest until I've fixed it."

Recalling his own honeymoon, he adds, "And sometimes I've been known to walk right into the middle of a thing. But more often than not, it's because I simply can't stand to not know the answer to a problem."

[persofanservice.livejournal.com]

Chii had followed along with Emma to her house, quite happily. This was the first time she had ever visited a house besides her own, and was enjoying looking around, in the common room (she wasn't sure if she was allowed in the dorms in other houses, so Chii took no chances with it).

"Welcome back to Common Room, Emma!" Chii greeted her, then looked over to the quiet man in the room. He'd been in the room, calmly sipping his red-colored drink. "Emma knows Quiet-Man?" Chii asked.

[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm?" Glances at him, tilting her head. "No, I can not say that I do. Is he American?" She shakes her head, then pats Chii's hand.

"But my sweet girl, I have not seen you since my application. I have been searching for a nice boy for your Freya. Of course, we mustn't be too forward with our intentions. Have you encountered any interesting prospects?"

[persofanservice.livejournal.com]

"Chii has not seen anyone yet..." She says, a bit sadly. "Whenever Chii tries to ask Freya about waht she thinks, Freya changes the subject. Or tells Chii rather dark, melancholy poetry. Chii has heard 'The Raven' more times than Chii would hever have liked too." She shook her head at that, "Freya is stubborn at times."

[son-of-steven.livejournal.com]

Roland sits in the corner of the room, smiling softly (it looked as if he were grimacing) at the beautiful appiration that is Emma Woodhouse. He'd seen her glance at his handywork once or twice, but it hadn't seemed to catch on that EW was her... 'such modesty' he thinks to himself, idly twisting the bristles of his broom...
He'd been waiting for a few hours now, and had been fairly inconspicuous thus far... the rather dapper man who seemed to notice things hadn't yet noticed him. Or if had, he evidently had not taken note of him, or his guns.

Roland stands slowly, still smiling his weathered smile, and approaches the small knot of people gathered around his love.
"Hile, sai Woodhouse..." He sketches a low bow, and grins as he rises, "do'ee like the changes I've made to your Commonroom? Look upon them! Look upon them very well... they were done out of the love of my heart."
He completely ignores the others who are gathered around, oblivious to his own rudeness.

[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

She shoots Roland a disapproving look. He was certainly a strange man, and dressed in a fashion that made him appear to be a common laborer. She also supposed that he was in great want of a bath. However, as long as he managed to stay on the other side of the room, she had little complaint with him. But it seems that he wanted to talk about his little piece of... "art".

One might as well take kindly to it, like how you would pat a child on the head if it drew a circle with two sticks and called it an angel.

"Yes, well... they are quite- They are letters, indeed. Unfortunately I think you should know that they do not spell a word. But fear not, holes... in the wall... will be simple to repair. Perhaps then you could try again?"

[son-of-steven.livejournal.com]

Roland looks distressed for a moment, but recovers quickly, taking one of Emma's hands in his own. "No... you do not ken. It is a shrine to our immortal love... to the last Gunslinger of the line of Eld, and his beauty, say thankya!"
Her disapproving gaze does little to deter him, but it does make him a mite self-conscious. He glances at the holes in the wall, twenty-four pock-marks of his devotion. "I'll gladly do it again, aye... does it not please ya?"

[conriocht.livejournal.com]

Lupin steps into the Common Room, on the quest for a book he left there before his departure last week. He looks around at Emma, Lord Peter, and Hawkeye. "Oh, hello," he says genially. "I'm afraid I don't know you. I'm Professor Lupin, the Ravenclaw Head of House. Would any of you like a cup of tea? Or perhaps some pirate rum? Oh, and Mr. Roland, please refrain from any more shooting in the Common Room or I'll be forced to take points from Gryffindor."

((OOC - I'm very pleased that Hawkeye has been sorted into Ravenclaw!))

[cpt-pierce.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye waved to Lupin, still grinning and smirking and smiling. The day's goings-on seemed to have thoroughly amused him. "So you're the leader of the lushes, huh?" he said cheerfully, extending a hand for Lupin to shake. "Nice to meet you. I'm Hawkeye Pierce."

((Awww! Hawkeye's flattered, then.))

[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

"Oh, professor!" She stands up, hand still trapped within Roland's, and curtsies. "I swear to truth, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am thoroughly my stay at Hogwarts, and in our house. Please excuse the Gryffindor, he is trying to court a lady, but he can not seem to spell her name. I am certain that I can convince him to refrain from further damage to our parlor."

"And I could never refuse a cup of tea."

((So happy Hawkeye's here, too! Cause he was always the smart one, and we need pranksters.))

[conriocht.livejournal.com]

"Well, we do seem to have a predilection for alcohol in this house. I suppose it must have something to do with the open bar." Lupin shakes Hawkeye's hand. "It's good to meet you, Mr. Pierce. I understand you have a reputation as something of a prankster?"

[pdbw.livejournal.com]

Wimsey rises and offers Lupin his hand. "Good afternoon, Professor. Lord Peter Wimsey, at your service. While I have not been officially sorted into this fine house, it seems likely that I will be, based on the comments of my fellows."

[franciscrawford.livejournal.com]

A tall and rather elegant man saunters in, dressed smartly in robes that he had been assured were the epitome of Wizard Fashion. In his hand is clutched a modest assortment of roses, some of which are gently humming a forgotten tune to an ancient love song, of which the words had long ago been forgotten.
Taking note of the scruffy-looking gunslinger fellow clutching at Emma's hand, he raises a perfect white-blone eyebrow, querying silently. If she needed his help, he would willingly be distracted for a moment from his amorous intentions - not even one of Eros' arrows could cause one such as Lymond to lose his sense of propriety.
And yet, as the firearm fellow turns to leave, she follows. Shrugging inwardly, he turns to his own task. That of finding the lovely Sara.

[csi-sara.livejournal.com]

*Running through the Ravenclaw commonroom, scattering experiments and causing scalpels to go flying, she finally finds Sir Francis*

Hello, handsome!

[franciscrawford.livejournal.com]

*ducks a flying scalpel, and embraces her as she collides with him*

You look absolutely stunning, my dear... what a lovely dress!

[ponderingponder.livejournal.com]

Having just spent the day quite happily (albeit unintentionally) out of Eros’s range, Ponder ascended the stairs to Ravenclaw tower in a good mood; thaumometer, pencil, and notebook in hand.

Coming from a place where there was no St. Valentine he was perplexed with the excess of pink and declarations of love he’d been hearing since the day began. However, he put it down as nothing out of the ordinary (he had come straight from Unseen University, after all).

As it was, he planned to find a comfortable armchair in the common room and review the day’s notes.