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...This was where Peter had disappeared off to?
One thing was for certain - Hogwarts was a place in which Nathan Petrelli most definitely did not fit. For a man who had spent the last several weeks, months, God only knew how long, of his life dressed continually and almost solely in business suits and ties - no, really; he practically slept in Gucci by the end of that election - he most definitely did not fit in a school so...crackedcasual.
Even as he was striding into the room, he was loosening his tie, trying to appear as informal as possible with several hundreds of dollars of clothing on his back.
What a dump.
He didn't even know where to begin with this place. All stone walls and stark wooden furniture and, Jesus, this place looked straight out of medieval times or something. He was fairly sure he'd even passed a suit of armor on the way in. And a moving picture, but that... no. He'd seen more than he should have in the last few days - super strength, time stopping, people exploding - but damn if he was still chalking it up to his eyes playing tricks on him. Flying off from New York, all the way to Scotland, would do that to someone. It would.
Right. Down to business, huh? There was only a stack of papers on the table in view. No way to find Peter right off the bat and make his life, in general, so much easier, was there?
...No, of course not.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Cheese?" Nathan repeated aloud to himself, letting his eyes briefly search the room before settling back onto the paper. What the hell was this? "Jesus, what have I walked into?" he added in a mutter, fishing around for a pen in his inner jacket pocket and retrieving a clicky ballpoint, 'VOTE PETRELLI' inscribed in cheap silver across the side. They had so many of these stupid things left over. Nathan felt slightly ridiculous rising to that kind of level of narcissism in which he was writing with a pen with his own name on it. But what the hell.
Parmesan, he wrote without much more debate, and, really, there was no contest. Hey, he wasn't afraid of his sickeningly Italian love for the stuff on pasta.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
...Okay, his sons watched Barney. And... did anyone really watch Carrottop? Ever? Either way, that was just wrong. He was automatically thinking back to Linderman, the gun... God. He'd really rather NOT kill somebody unless it really came down to that level of necessity.
Carrottop, he scribbled down in nearly indecipherable chicken scratch anyway, as if he felt obligated to answer the question. For every time I had to watch that damn 1-800-COLLECT commercial.
3. What time is it where you are?
What kind of pointless questionnaire was this? He'd just wanted to grab Peter and get the hell out of here, and now people were asking him about the time. He glanced to his watch with a sigh, scrawling out the time with a frown. Time for him to shove this application right up the ass of whoever was responsible, was what.
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.
"Oh, for Christ's sake." Yeah, he couldn't help it with that question. "Married? Happily." Not that Niki Sanders would vouch for that, but... beside the point.
He left the question blank, with a roll of his eyes. Honestly.
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.
Seriously. Did Peter make this crap up? Just to piss him off, wasn't it? "Fun and game time's over, Pete," he called out in a cautious sort of voice, to nobody in particular, eyes flickering dubiously away from the application. ...Yeah, he was alone. And probably going a little nuts too, now, at this juncture. Petrellis really did keep it in the family, huh?
Okay. Bar name. Right. Amuse the masses. Something he was uncomfortably used to.
Flying Man's
Nathan almost cracked a bit of a grin. Almost. Hiro was pretty flattering. Kind of cute when he did that. But, yeah, very much no.
Petrelli's? What the hell. Short. Sweet. To the point.
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.
...This was some ploy to get him to finally spill his opinion on gay marriage, wasn't it? He'd won the election and he was still paranoid. Jeez.
This was hypothetical, right? Good.
Harry should... pick whomever he's happy with. Someone who makes him smile.
No comments about marriages, civil unions, anything that could be twisted around to make him out to be a homophobe or so far into the closet that he was seeing Narnia, posted in the Times the next day. Awesome
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.
Because they didn't have a team of people hired to deal with crap like this, like he had? ...Possibly.
Invest in flamethrowers. Haha, so funny, Nathan. Talk about burning things when New York was nearly a pile of smoldering rubble only days ago. He actually winced, in wake of that thought. When your brother was all that had been left of that hypothetical wreck. Was nearly the cause of that wreck. Kidding. But I'd at least suggest a secretary.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
Because he could fly? Because his flying consequentially led to his keeping Peter from blowing everything up? Because he was part of the reason why Kirby Plaza wasn't said aforementioned pile of smoldering rubble? A million reasons. None of which he could use, not publicly.
Hey, I just got elected to Congress, he scribbled, simply, shrugging as he wrote. Landslide victory. Pretty damn impressive if I should say so myself.
And all without a single spot of ego.
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.
They were kidding, right? Bribes. Not something he was unfamiliar with, naturally, but asking right-out for one was a totally different thing. Not that he had nothing to give, either. He had political power. He had connections in pretty high places. He was... fairly well off, financially. The picture of your friendly, neighborhood, political figure head.
Depends on what you're looking for.
At least it was open for interpretation.
"I have read the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. N.P.
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. N.P.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. N.P.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ...N.P.?"
...This was where Peter had disappeared off to?
One thing was for certain - Hogwarts was a place in which Nathan Petrelli most definitely did not fit. For a man who had spent the last several weeks, months, God only knew how long, of his life dressed continually and almost solely in business suits and ties - no, really; he practically slept in Gucci by the end of that election - he most definitely did not fit in a school so...
Even as he was striding into the room, he was loosening his tie, trying to appear as informal as possible with several hundreds of dollars of clothing on his back.
What a dump.
He didn't even know where to begin with this place. All stone walls and stark wooden furniture and, Jesus, this place looked straight out of medieval times or something. He was fairly sure he'd even passed a suit of armor on the way in. And a moving picture, but that... no. He'd seen more than he should have in the last few days - super strength, time stopping, people exploding - but damn if he was still chalking it up to his eyes playing tricks on him. Flying off from New York, all the way to Scotland, would do that to someone. It would.
Right. Down to business, huh? There was only a stack of papers on the table in view. No way to find Peter right off the bat and make his life, in general, so much easier, was there?
...No, of course not.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Cheese?" Nathan repeated aloud to himself, letting his eyes briefly search the room before settling back onto the paper. What the hell was this? "Jesus, what have I walked into?" he added in a mutter, fishing around for a pen in his inner jacket pocket and retrieving a clicky ballpoint, 'VOTE PETRELLI' inscribed in cheap silver across the side. They had so many of these stupid things left over. Nathan felt slightly ridiculous rising to that kind of level of narcissism in which he was writing with a pen with his own name on it. But what the hell.
Parmesan, he wrote without much more debate, and, really, there was no contest. Hey, he wasn't afraid of his sickeningly Italian love for the stuff on pasta.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
...Okay, his sons watched Barney. And... did anyone really watch Carrottop? Ever? Either way, that was just wrong. He was automatically thinking back to Linderman, the gun... God. He'd really rather NOT kill somebody unless it really came down to that level of necessity.
Carrottop, he scribbled down in nearly indecipherable chicken scratch anyway, as if he felt obligated to answer the question. For every time I had to watch that damn 1-800-COLLECT commercial.
3. What time is it where you are?
What kind of pointless questionnaire was this? He'd just wanted to grab Peter and get the hell out of here, and now people were asking him about the time. He glanced to his watch with a sigh, scrawling out the time with a frown. Time for him to shove this application right up the ass of whoever was responsible, was what.
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.
"Oh, for Christ's sake." Yeah, he couldn't help it with that question. "Married? Happily." Not that Niki Sanders would vouch for that, but... beside the point.
He left the question blank, with a roll of his eyes. Honestly.
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.
Seriously. Did Peter make this crap up? Just to piss him off, wasn't it? "Fun and game time's over, Pete," he called out in a cautious sort of voice, to nobody in particular, eyes flickering dubiously away from the application. ...Yeah, he was alone. And probably going a little nuts too, now, at this juncture. Petrellis really did keep it in the family, huh?
Okay. Bar name. Right. Amuse the masses. Something he was uncomfortably used to.
Nathan almost cracked a bit of a grin. Almost. Hiro was pretty flattering. Kind of cute when he did that. But, yeah, very much no.
Petrelli's? What the hell. Short. Sweet. To the point.
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.
...This was some ploy to get him to finally spill his opinion on gay marriage, wasn't it? He'd won the election and he was still paranoid. Jeez.
This was hypothetical, right? Good.
Harry should... pick whomever he's happy with. Someone who makes him smile.
No comments about marriages, civil unions, anything that could be twisted around to make him out to be a homophobe or so far into the closet that he was seeing Narnia, posted in the Times the next day. Awesome
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.
Because they didn't have a team of people hired to deal with crap like this, like he had? ...Possibly.
Invest in flamethrowers. Haha, so funny, Nathan. Talk about burning things when New York was nearly a pile of smoldering rubble only days ago. He actually winced, in wake of that thought. When your brother was all that had been left of that hypothetical wreck. Was nearly the cause of that wreck. Kidding. But I'd at least suggest a secretary.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
Because he could fly? Because his flying consequentially led to his keeping Peter from blowing everything up? Because he was part of the reason why Kirby Plaza wasn't said aforementioned pile of smoldering rubble? A million reasons. None of which he could use, not publicly.
Hey, I just got elected to Congress, he scribbled, simply, shrugging as he wrote. Landslide victory. Pretty damn impressive if I should say so myself.
And all without a single spot of ego.
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.
They were kidding, right? Bribes. Not something he was unfamiliar with, naturally, but asking right-out for one was a totally different thing. Not that he had nothing to give, either. He had political power. He had connections in pretty high places. He was... fairly well off, financially. The picture of your friendly, neighborhood, political figure head.
Depends on what you're looking for.
At least it was open for interpretation.
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. N.P.I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. N.P.I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. N.P.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ...N.P.?"
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Date: 2007-07-14 09:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-14 09:50 pm (UTC)Yeah, that was vague, but she doubted this guy would appreciate her saying something like So is he the one that came here on fire and re-grew most of his body back? And actually, Peter's floppy hair was kind of cute, but this guy didn't need to hear that.
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Date: 2007-07-14 10:56 pm (UTC)s00per!Nathanrather authoritative pose. Good immune system? Was she talking about...? Jesus, just what the hell had people been telling people here? Great big dreamer; he was going to get himself killed."Haircut?" he repeated nonetheless, cracking a bit of a wry smile and trying to skip over the first half of her comment. "Oh, yeah. Sounds like my brother. Floppy hair, hanging in his eyes." Right? Please say it was Peter. Nathan'd already seen him die once - that was more than enough trauma for his life, thank you very much.
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Date: 2007-07-15 07:30 pm (UTC)The look Nathan got on his face at her first comment was almost the exact same look Dad gave her when he found out Felicity knew her secret identity - without the immediate facepalming afterwards. "Um, he was in really bad shape when he appeared in here," she added. "He got better right in front of anybody. It's not like he went around blathering anything that wasn't immediately obvious to anyone."
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Date: 2007-07-17 12:15 am (UTC)...Wait, huh? "Sorted?" Nathan shifted from foot to foot, fixing May with a bit of a narrow-eyed expression. "What do you mean 'Sorted'?" Whoa, whoa, whoa, he wasn't staying here.
Really bad shape. Of course. He would've been in pieces after the explosion, charred and disfigured and... God, Nathan had thought he would have never made it. Prayed he would have, but fairly sure he wasn't going to make it. "Rapid cell regeneration," he muttered to himself, exhaling sharply and half-glancing around the room. Okay, so maybe he wasn't going on about what he could do. ...Then again, it WAS Peter. "Just... how many people with... 'abilities' do you think are here?"
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Date: 2007-07-17 02:47 am (UTC)Oh, yeah. Better lay it all out on the table. "Okay, here's how it works," May said, pausing to take a swig of the water bottle she was still holding. "Everybody who arrives here has to be Sorted - assigned to a House - before they can even leave this room. No exceptions. However," she added before he could protest, "once you get Sorted, you can apparently come and go as you please. Well, if you can afford a plane ticket back to the States," she added ruefully, her Queens accent becoming a bit more obvious. "Unless you get Squibbed - totally rejected - then I don't think you can ever set foot here again. Never seen anyone who's Squibbed try again, anyway."
She took another drink of water after that explanation and had to pause significantly to keep herself from choking when she heard Nathan's last question. "A lot," she managed when she could speak properly again. "For starters, this is a magic school - and yeah, I know it sounds nuts, but still. The standard definition of 'normal' doesn't apply here."
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Date: 2007-07-17 05:48 pm (UTC)A lot. Peter wasn't kidding. And God only knew what else was at this school. Just in his family alone, they had the indestructible girl, the flying politician and the human sponge. That wasn't even touching in on Sylar, or Hiro Nakamura, or Isaac Mendez. It looked like powers didn't have an end, so far as they stretched. "Magic school, yeah, I heard that," he added with a sigh, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Just... Wow, really not in New York anymore, am I?"
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Date: 2007-07-18 05:05 pm (UTC)She smiled wryly at his last comment. "Not in Kansas either. It helps to keep a running tally of the not-crazy people you meet and keep in touch with them. You want the lowdown on the Houses before I vote you somewhere and you can go find your brother?"
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Date: 2007-07-23 05:37 pm (UTC)He couldn't help but give her a smirk back, scratching at the back of his head. "'Not-crazy' is a little hard to come by here," he replied dryly, raising eyebrows at May. After all, even his own brother was teetering off that edge. "But, yeah, a summary sounds pretty great right about now." For once, he had no grasp on just what the hell he was doing.