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The Sorting Hat had been dabbling in way too many fringe philosophies. (Neo-Rosicrucianism? Really, Sorting Hat?) It seemed that puppet!Ron Weasley's name for it, Sorting Hat the Wise, had gone to the Hat's lack-of-visible-head.
On the morning of Dec. 13 (or was it the 14th?) the Hat's esoteric interests affected the school for the second time.
The first instance had been more than a year past, when the Hat took a cue from Rev. Sun Myung Moon and united most of the Hogwarts students in mass marriages. That had been a lengthy and concerted effort by the Hat and its house-elf minions, opposed vigorously by the wicked (or noble??) Kojiro. Kojiro's kidnapping of the Hat's bride had been something of a turning point for the headstrong headgear.
This new instance ... even Kojiro might be powerless to counter. And the Hat's agency would be difficult, if not impossible, to discern.
In a mighty magical working, the Hat projected many of the students ... to the astral plane, in their astral forms.
Astral Hogwarts resembled the real material Hogwarts (well, the Sorting Hat's version of material Hogwarts) very closely indeed. There were some dissimilarities: did Hogwarts, on the material plane, really sparkle so much? Were there so many rainbows in the sky, without a hint of rain to prompt their presence? Were there really pastel-colored unicorns frolicking on the grounds? Unicorns with hair made of cotton candy?
Could the students fly without brooms in material Hogwarts?
Other than that, it would be instantly recognizable as Hogwarts. The astral students would find nothing jarringly unfamiliar, being astral themselves. No disorientation, as there had been with the mass weddings; only a pleasant surprise, if they did happen to remember the absence of pastel unicorns and self-propelled flight.
Finally the Hat would have achieved paradise! Too bad not all the students could be brought into this happy realm. The Hat hadn't quite figured out how to bring everyone en masse. But many of them could be.
Including Kojiro, perhaps ...
(( OOC note: People are welcome to RP astral shenanigans here, or to start their own new posts for interactions of a closed variety. Please, if you embark on NSFW action, make a new post so that it can be lj-cut with appropriate warnings. ))
On the morning of Dec. 13 (or was it the 14th?) the Hat's esoteric interests affected the school for the second time.
The first instance had been more than a year past, when the Hat took a cue from Rev. Sun Myung Moon and united most of the Hogwarts students in mass marriages. That had been a lengthy and concerted effort by the Hat and its house-elf minions, opposed vigorously by the wicked (or noble??) Kojiro. Kojiro's kidnapping of the Hat's bride had been something of a turning point for the headstrong headgear.
This new instance ... even Kojiro might be powerless to counter. And the Hat's agency would be difficult, if not impossible, to discern.
In a mighty magical working, the Hat projected many of the students ... to the astral plane, in their astral forms.
Astral Hogwarts resembled the real material Hogwarts (well, the Sorting Hat's version of material Hogwarts) very closely indeed. There were some dissimilarities: did Hogwarts, on the material plane, really sparkle so much? Were there so many rainbows in the sky, without a hint of rain to prompt their presence? Were there really pastel-colored unicorns frolicking on the grounds? Unicorns with hair made of cotton candy?
Could the students fly without brooms in material Hogwarts?
Other than that, it would be instantly recognizable as Hogwarts. The astral students would find nothing jarringly unfamiliar, being astral themselves. No disorientation, as there had been with the mass weddings; only a pleasant surprise, if they did happen to remember the absence of pastel unicorns and self-propelled flight.
Finally the Hat would have achieved paradise! Too bad not all the students could be brought into this happy realm. The Hat hadn't quite figured out how to bring everyone en masse. But many of them could be.
Including Kojiro, perhaps ...
(( OOC note: People are welcome to RP astral shenanigans here, or to start their own new posts for interactions of a closed variety. Please, if you embark on NSFW action, make a new post so that it can be lj-cut with appropriate warnings. ))
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Date: 2008-12-14 08:47 pm (UTC)He also wants them to have, like, at least five children together. They have one adopted daughter, Greta, already in Shin Makoku. But he wants many more. Only by having children can he and Wolfram forge a real family. (He wonders whether Wolfram will bake cookies and wear a frilly pink apron. He seems to have forgotten that Wolfram and kitchens do not go together.)
He spies a child -- one who even looks a little like Greta! -- and at once his extreme wish to (co-)parent all children springs into action.
"Hi there, little girl! Your hair is so flat! You know who can make hair really pretty? Daddy Wolfram! He has the prettiest hair of anyone," Yuuri enthuses at poor Rose.
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Date: 2008-12-14 08:50 pm (UTC)'I don't need to be pretty. I am only alive through my art. My art is me. I am my art. My body does not matter!!'
Yes, she pronounces those two !!s. Rose is not referring to self-mutilation with the 'body' remark, don't worry. She just smells a bit. Bodies that don't matter don't need to wash.
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Date: 2008-12-14 08:55 pm (UTC)especially Wolfram's. Little girls should not have messy faces, not that there is anything wrong with messy faces ... it's just that their parents should take care of them and keep them clean!Appallingly, with a gesture he must have learned from his mother, Yuuri finds a bandanna in his pocket and LICKS it to make a damp spot. He then extends this toward Rose, as if he plans to wipe her cheeks with it.
Ew.
"You've got smudges on your face now!" he scolds gently.
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Date: 2008-12-14 09:00 pm (UTC)'It's performance art. An installation. And it's not my fault you made me cry, what with saying Dad--Da--the D-word.' Rose stares nobly into the distance, fists clenched, and she takes great theatrical shuddering whoops of air so he'll understand that the emotion she feels now is Pain. Or Upset, whatever, it's all his fault, and HE'LL BE SORRY.