Application: Jasper Hale, Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Approved by Edward and Bella's players, and Alice is sadly popcorn. Jasper is taken post-Eclipse.

Jasper's a highly skilled empath vampire. He's able to sense/experience the emotions of others and influence their moods for as long as he remains in their company. In canon this ranges from calming a pack of volatile werewolves to putting Bella to sleep; "Jasper’s abilities affect the body physically. He really does calm your system down, or excite it. It’s not an illusion." Players are obviously free to have their characters be affected by this influence or not, of course—and I'll try to be careful about not godmoding, his Hufflepuff answer aside.

Fair warning for any characters who may have open wounds or the like, Jasper's dubious self control tends to slip when he smells spilt blood...))

Carlisle had felt it was high time Edward and Bella were checked on in person again, and surprisingly it was Jasper who volunteered to take a turn playing babysitter. He did have ulterior motives, which were only too easy for his adoptive family to guess and made them even more certain he should be the one to go, in spite of his occasionally poor self control around humans. Edward would be there, Alice had reasoned, and he would be enough to prevent anything... unfortunate from happening, surely.

And so Jasper went.

One of the things about Hogwarts he was looking forward to most, aside from learning what was supposedly real magic, was the possibility of blending in better than he had in the world beyond the wizarding one. Hogwarts was no ordinary school, he knew, with students to match. And he very much preferred being inconspicuous so he could pursue his scholarly interests in peace.

Much like his other two 'siblings' who had been at Hogwarts long before him, Jasper's physical appearance and manner were, under normal circumstances, unusual enough to draw unwanted attention—flawless marble skin, golden eyes, his every movement infused with preternatural grace. He was tall and lean (and at a modest 6'3", not even the tallest of his adoptive family), frozen forever in the body of the young soldier he'd been over a century and a half ago.

Of course, not everything had remained unchanged. A multitude of crescent-shaped scars ravaged his neck and jaw, a few were above his eyes and some disappeared into his hairline, to say nothing of the ones that covered his body. They were completely invisible to the naked human eye, but bright, direct light or extraordinarily accute eyesight, as vampires had, would reveal them.


1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"I don't—" Eat, he was going to say. Thinking quickly, he finished, "—really have a favourite. But I know what I don't like."

He had some knowledge of what to expect at Hogwarts, but he couldn't be sure how much information about himself he was free to divulge yet. Would it matter that he was a vampire? The Volturi's reach couldn't extend this far yet, could it?

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

"One's a man and the other is a man in a dinosaur suit, is that correct? I'd prefer not killing either, if it can be helped." He'd already done enough killing to last him a lifetime. An immortal lifetime.

His mouth turned up in a private smile, and there was a lilt to his voice when he spoke again, the faintest hint of what might have once been a Southern drawl. "My family certainly wouldn't approve," he said, mostly to himself.

3. What time is it where you are?
"I believe it's just past eleven at night here."

Which was most convenient for him. There wouldn't be any telltale sparkling going on at night to give him away.

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.
Faint laugh lines creased the corners of his eyes as he smiled in amusement, making his otherwise unnaturally smooth face appear more human. He tried to imagine what Alice's answer had been. Similar to his own, undoubtedly.

"Mm. There's someone who wouldn't take kindly to any answer I might come up with," he said with a quiet laugh. "Except for a flat refusal. My apologies." He didn't seem at all sorry about not answering it.

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.
"Dixie. Not particularly witty, I'm afraid, but it would be... somehow appropriate."

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.
"The one Harry feels strongest about, I suppose. Assuming it's mutual."

The werewolf imprinting thing? Yeah, still creepy. Probably better not to talk about that not-quite-mythology.

"Depending on the mythology you consult, the answer could be anything from carrying on with the both of them to killing them and sacrificing them to the relevant deity. Harry probably ought not to rely on mythologies for advice on his love life. Nor the advice of perfect strangers."

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.
Well, not everyone was endowed with supernatural speed. He figured it wasn't their fault if they worked at a very slow, human pace.

"You may need assistance," he guessed, trying to be kind. "Someone you can trust to do things right the first time, so you're not just creating more work for yourself. A good partner or second in command can be an invaluable asset."

Speaking from experience, there.

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
Jasper smiled faintly and seemed to stare into the distance. A pervasive feeling of peace and contentment began to flood the room, and he ramped it up until it would be influencing not only the mood of anyone in the immediate area, but even those passing within a few yards of the Sorting Room.

"Do you feel it?" he murmured after a few moments, effortlessly maintaining the serene atmosphere even as he focused on the next question.

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.
"I haven't got much with me," he explained with an apologetic smile. "A few thousand in Galleons and British currency, and some changes of clothes. But I'm not afraid to make myself useful, if there's something I could help you with." He paused, considering something carefully for a long moment. Well, why not offer up his talent? He was sorely lacking in good bribes otherwise, and he'd already revealed his ability with the Hufflepuff question. Nothing to lose.

"Maybe," he began hesitantly, "if you'd like to feel any certain way for a while..." He shrugged, assuming it probably wouldn't interest anyone in a place like this. It was sort of like the vampire equivalent of weed, without any of the usual drawbacks associated with it. "You'd just need to stay near me for it to work."

Have fun with that one, pervs. You know you want to embarrass the poor empath.


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

Comments

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

Demyx hesitated, wearing a very strange expression. "Feel?"

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

Well hello there, obvious non-human. Jasper's eyes widened a little in surprise, not recognising Demyx's scent.

"Assuming you can feel... emotions?" he asked with uncertainty. He didn't mean to be rude. "I'm not sure I've encountered anyone like you before. It might not work on you...?"

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

A certainly had recent grounds for comparison with weed. The pleasant feeling was appreciated.

"So what is it you don't like?" he asked. "Cheese, that is."

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

"Really furry cheese," Jasper answered with a wry smile. "The sort that leaves a kind of burning aftertaste and suspicion that you're going to be very sick soon. But perhaps I was just allergic."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Wishbone sniffed a bit. I feel happy! But I'm not having catnip!

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

Demyx's unidentifiable scent had helped prepare Jasper in a small way for the other oddities that awaited him at Hogwarts, so he wasn't too startled by the talking dog. He found it more interesting than surprising, actually.

"Catnip? I didn't think that affected dogs," he murmured, kneeling down to address Wishbone. "But it seems my talent can affect you, too."

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

Severus is on his guard and thus is not necessarily calm or serene. He is, as always, defensive of his House. "Dixie?" He is suspicious.

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

Jasper sensed the suspicion nearly as though it were his own, and did his best to at least appear nonthreatening. He also made a conscious effort to blink and shift his weight occasionally, and to breathe, as a human would. All artifices.

"Yes, sir," he replied, freely offering the deference the man seemed to command. "It's an old American folk song. And what the American South was referred to for a time." He lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug. "I associate it with drinking."

[sparklyvampire.livejournal.com]

A familiar face, at last! It had been a long time since Édward had bothered with the Sorting Room, or even with much at all apart from Bella and hunting. They'd been keeping to themselves, and with Alice's popcorning they'd only ended up more isolated. The need to blend in wasn't so important anymore at Hogwarts, where stranger things than Edward were cleaning the dorms...

Good to see Jasper, though. It had been a very long time. So Edward approached the new arrival smiling.

"Jazz!"

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

"Edward," Jasper said by way of greeting, returning the smile fondly. After his embarrassing little near-slip up (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1766802.html?thread=96519570#t96519570) with A, it was a relief in more ways than one to see Edward about.

Since he didn't yet trust the inhabitants of Hogwarts with information about who and what he truly was, the rest of his greeting was outwardly silent, as he basically thought very loudly at Edward, letting his brother know what had brought him here. Jasper also passed on Carlisle and Esme's various concerns (amusingly, they weren't so different from regular parents' concerns for their children—"Is he getting enough to eat? Is he happy? Did he elope?"), and regards from the rest of the family, which included ample congratulations on Edward and Bella's official engagement and overwhelming enthusiasm from Alice about planning the wedding.

Poor Edward.

[unbittenapple.livejournal.com]

Three things happen at once when Bella walks by the Sorting room on her way to go outside. She sees Jasper, and while checking she's not got any visible cuts, gives herself a bruise. So...she's bleeding under the skin. Don't think about it too much.

You know, it's kind of odd she didn't know Jasper was here sooner. Satellite Bella still stalks Edward--who is looking a little distant and confused at Jasper--and she steps in the room all ready to be flappable and concerned.

And then the vampire weed hits her.

So her voice is much more mellowed out. 'Jasper--how's it going? I hope nothing's wrong...'

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

Luckily for them both, Jasper was too preoccupied and anxious to spare much thought for what would undoubtedly be a delicious smelling bruise, if he were breathing at the moment. That awkward little moment could come a bit later (and Jasper would be utterly horrified at himself for it—he still hadn't gotten over ruining Bella's birthday party, and felt responsible for... what had followed).

"Bella..." He quickly took in her appearance, eyes lingering on her hands. No engagement ring. Brows furrowed, he shook his head. "I don't understand," he murmured, mostly to himself. "Is something wrong?" he asked a little louder, so Bella could hear. "What happened?"

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri was well aware of the manipulation of energy around him, could even feel what it was meant to be. He had not come across one like this before, one that could project emotions so strongly, save for mononoke, which radiated anger but not in a way that was to influence those around them beyond provoking fear. It was a curious sensation, washing around him like a stream.

Boukensha sat in the collar of his kimono. The little ginger manx kitten started purring and rubbing against Kusuriyuri's neck, completely content. This amused Kusuriyuri for the moment.

"If this one may," he said softly, bowing slightly, "you are not human, nor youkai (http://www.jisho.org/words?jap=%E5%A6%96%E6%80%AA&eng=&dict=edict)?" he asked.

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

Who knew learning Japanese would come in handy in Scotland of all places.

He paused before he answered, taking in the man's interesting appearance. Kusuriyuri looked similar to how some cultures envisioned vampires, amusingly enough—but he wasn't one... he clearly wasn't human, either. He smelt only very vaguely familiar.

Jasper shook his head. Would lying serve any purpose now that his secret had all but been revealed to everyone? "I'm not," he murmured quietly so only Kusuriyuri would hear, and he was unable to help dreading what the Volturi would do to him now. Nowhere would be safe for him if they found out, and Edward and Bella might then be in (more) danger as well. "Closer to what you may know as kyuuketsuki. But... quite different, in many ways, from the old legends. I'm forbidden from revealing what I am," he admitted, expression pained. "But I'm afraid it's already too late here. So many of you have guessed..."

And most of them weren't even human. Not that the Volturi would care. Laws had to be upheld.

[nemofound.livejournal.com]

Nemo was ... confused. This new person in the Sorting Room looked funny - like a human person, but wrong. Nemo had spent enough time peering at the human world through the walls of his tank to have pieced together some conclusions about human people. At least here at Hogwarts, most of the human people were a sort of pinkish color: a little bit like the inside of his anemone. Nemo himself, on those days when he turned to a human person, was a smooth rich brown. Other human people had scales skin ranging around those colors, anywhere from golden brown to medium brown to deep espresso brown. But until now, Nemo had not seen a human person whose color goes the other way, to alabaster white. Nemo was feeling very puzzled over this until, suddenly, he was happy. Very happy. The small round gray-and-brown tribble in a cage hanging from his tank's outer wall began to chirp a happy purr. Nemo smiled.

"Furryfurrysoft likes you!" he said to the applicant.

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

After the talking dog, a talking fish wasn't such a shock. This place certainly drew interesting folks to it. Jasper was privately grateful he'd never hunted fish before (their blood was pretty vile, anyway, from what he'd heard), so he wouldn't have to feel guilty when conversing with one.

"Furryfurrysoft...?" he asked as he leant a little closer to the tribble's cage, hands behind his back. It didn't look or smell like anything he'd ever encountered before. Still, it was pretty interesting that he could influence even its emotions like that. He smiled at Nemo as he stood up. "I'm Jasper. Nice to meet you both."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama had innocently been on his way to the great hall, guitar slung over his shoulder and in a mood to play some before he started the next class. The sudden feeling of peace he felt when he passed by the sorting room was wonderful for all of ten seconds until he came upon three very important realizations:
1 - the feeling of peace was not happening naturally.
2 - someone or something was therefore manipulating his state of being without his consent.
3 - someone or something had a lot of explaining to do if they didn't want to get beaten or more probably maimed with murderous plants. Feeling peaceful was one thing. Kurama had nothing against peace (which made him a very strange demon indeed). But feeling peaceful against his will was another entirely, and he hadn't survived the last two thousand odd years by letting some random person make him feel nice at an opportune moment.

He backtracked to the sorting room, his face schooled into complete neutrality, and looked in on the new applicant. Non-human male, not a demon of any type that he could concern. The body, at least at some point, had been human, and even from across the room he could smell the age and the predatory nature on the new kid. His face became a further blank, and he pushed that blankness to his own emotions. A difficult, if handy, trick.

"Interesting scars," he said, voice as blank as the rest of him. "What manner of beast did you fight with to receive them?"

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

Being attacked by murderous plants would be pretty interesting to experience, assuming they'd even be able to catch him or harm his stony skin. Still, that forced emotional blankness? Couldn't be a good thing, and really wasn't the reaction he was hoping to inspire with his talent. Most people didn't even realise they were being influenced by him unless he tipped them off.

The feeling of forced peace steadily slipped away from Kurama as Jasper turned to address him. Definitely not human... and about as tall as a Quileute wolf in human form, but Kurama smelt closer to something Jasper had encountered in Japan a lifetime ago, combined with something closer to home. Probably just as well he preferred hunting big cats and bears to foxes.

"You can see them," he said evenly, a note of curiosity creeping into his voice. "I'm forbidden from revealing what I am. But here... so many of you already seem to know." He smiled ruefully. Was there any point in lying when his secret was probably already out? Would the Volturi now track him here and execute him for this infraction, as was their duty? He could only hope he was beyond their reach.

"One of the many hazards of working with newborn vampires," he said with a tense expression, gesturing to his scarred neck. "They're unimaginably strong at that stage, but ruled by their instincts like wild animals. Hard to prevent them from killing everyone in their path..." Which had sort of been their purpose. "Except by killing them first."

Vote: Slytherin

[apex-raptor.livejournal.com]

((Permission was granted by both parties to do lulzy godmodey stuff, so fret not, modly types.))

The raptor had been trotting past the Sorting Room when the delicious vampire weed hit him, making him feel very strange indeed. He weaved on his feet for several moments almost as though he was drunk, and then began to creep toward what seemed to be the source, the odd smelling young man that wasn't really a man at all. Details didn't seem too important.

He was as tall as Jasper, and that made bumping his snout against the side of the vampire's head easy. The bumping graduated to an affectionate nuzzling as the raptor made low chirruping sounds, almost a steady purr.

Ohhhhh yeeeeah.

Re: Vote: Slytherin

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

((LOL you are evil.))

And thus it was discovered that vampire weed had very unfortunate effects on mutant velociraptors.

Jasper slipped a hand between his head and the dinosaur's snout, gently pushing him away with a startled look. A living dinosaur. That might just beat the talking dog and talking fish for strangest occurrence at Hogwarts—thus far.

If he stopped influencing the raptor's mood, he had no doubt it could lead to a very undesirable outcome; either someone in the room would get maimed (knowing poor Bella's luck, she'd be the first target), or the dinosaur would be harmed as others defended themselves. Jasper wasn't particularly worried about himself, unless blood was spilt. Best to just keep the beast happy, he supposed...

"Emmett would want you as a pet," he said with an amused smile, tentatively patting the raptor's nose. "You're more impressive than a grizzly."

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

"," La Fee Verte purred. "."

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

The personification of an apéritif might just edge out the living dinosaur for strangest thing Jasper had encountered in the Sorting Room. It was an interesting change to be the one feeling inexplicably intoxicated for once.

"I'm sure there are," he agreed amicably, and his eyes were becoming hazy as he looked at La Fee Verte. Probably better not to breathe for a while. Losing control here would be a bad idea. "Just standing near you, for one. Not like a human... but you do smell very good..."

Had that last bit been out loud?

[curlybrain.livejournal.com]

Hermione had been in a rather irritated mood all day, and now she was venting it on unsuspecting tapestries outside the sorting room.


"The only bloody class that's ever offered around here is Divination! What ballocks is that! Where are the educational standards at this schoo...."

She was cut off mid-tirade by a feeling of peace and happiness so profound that for a moment she just stood there, soaking in the feeling. It occurred to her that she ought to find this horrifying, and a distant part of her mind determined that she would find a countercharm to effect this spell. But right now she had to find the source of that good feeling.

The closer she got to Jasper, the more intensely happy she felt until she finally stopped, looking up at him with a vague smile.

"Hiiiiii," was all she managed to articulate.

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

Looking down at Hermione with mild alarm, he wondered if he hadn't overdone it. But at least the human girl wasn't humping him like the stoned mutant velociraptor had. He took a cautious step back, just in case his luck changed.

"Hello," he said quietly, attempting to mask his nervousness with a smile of his own. It only made him look like he was in pain, unfortunately.

[nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com]

Amaranth bounced into the sorting room, feeling even more cheerful and bouncy than uwsual, which was a good thing for her, since there was a lot of her to bounce, and most of it was unclothed. In fact, the only article of clothing she wore was a S.P.E.W. badge pinned to her naked breast. (It had thankfully stopped bleeding by this time.)

"Oh, honey," the nymph purred. "Please, please tell me you do orgies!"

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

If it were possible for Jasper to go any paler, he might have, and it would've clashed even worse with his gold hair. He was similarly incapable of blushing, being dead and all. With limited options for expressing his discomfort, he settled for tensing up and standing a little stiffer than usual, though not the kind of stiff Amaranth might appreciate.

The downside to being an empath? When near an incessantly horny nymph, he would experience an echo of her mood.

He waited a moment for her to deliver the punchline, and when he sensed she was apparently serious, he stammered, "As a... non participant?"

[hikikomoriways.livejournal.com]

Satou had been ignoring the sorting room; his few forays out of his snug little room in Ravenclaw had been to the Great Hall for food, which he had a tendency to hoard. But that feeling, that wonderful floating blissful feeling, drew him in like a magnet and he stared at the applicant with a foolish grin.

"Yes! Hah! Make me feel like this and I'll vote for you! You can stay in my room!"

Not, of course, that Satou would be a desirable roommate, or that Satou had ever liked the idea of a roommate. But he did like the idea of feeling this high all the time without going to the trouble of obtaining drugs first.

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

((Mind if Jasper turns up the happy feelings for Satou?))

Jasper could at least sense Satou's offer didn't have any indecent intent behind it (enjoying feeling high was only natural, after all), which was a relief after the mutant velociraptor and nymph.

"Sure," he agreed easily, returning the grin. Jasper was hardly anyone's idea of an ideal roommate, either, all things considered—particularly if the other party is human. But he was curious about the offer.

"Do people normally have roommates here?"

He knew Bella and Edward shared a room, but that didn't mean anything. They'd share a room even if it were against the rules.

[sugarcube-nazi.livejournal.com]

Rorschach was sitting not far from the door to the sorting room, in a relatively secluded nook, writing.

Rorschach's journal. April 11... 2009, apparently.

Found self in a what must be place where the sewers of the world lead. Have encountered all manner of depravity, filth and insanity. May be an asylum. Have been offered drugs, sex, "magic lessons." Was accosted by hysterical imp demanding an apple. Have lost one shoe. This school is... not afraid of me. Must find way to change this. Plans for --"

He paused, pen poised over paper. For a long moment, he simply held still, his breathing slowing. He let out what might have been a sigh. Then he continued writing.

Strange and unfamiliar feeling has come over me. Contentment perhaps. Lack of concern. Cannot remember last time I felt it. No reasonable cause is apparent. Cannot afford to relish it -- must investigate source."

He got up and turned into the nearest room, the Sorting Room. He picked up one of the copies of the newest applicant, and sure enough, the Hufflepuff question put his confusion to rest. He quickly located and approached the applicant.

"You," he growled, looking up at him (Rorschach was a good head shorter than the young man). It may be noted that he smelled distinctly of dried blood, garbage and BO. "What do you think you're doing?"

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

Dried blood and human body odor were, to vampires, one of the most alluring colognes someone could wear—the only thing better would be the scent of fresh blood. The rather less appetising smell of garbage that clung to Rorschach barely registered with Jasper for that reason.

He jerked away the moment he smelt Rorschach as though knocked back by a physical blow, roughly sucked in a breath by sheer compulsion, and the low growl that rumbled in his chest on the exhale was not a human sound by any stretch of the imagination.

For several long moments it was all he could do to keep from going straight for the man's throat. Once Jasper managed to stop breathing, he stared at Rorschach with strangely unfocused eyes.

"What?" he asked hoarsely, still visibly struggling to hold himself back.

[babylonjackal.livejournal.com]

((because some things just need to be done...even if they shouldn't))

Akabane was well aware of the sensations coming from the Sorting Room. Those kinds of sensations were those that seduced an enemy into dropping their defenses before they were destroyed, like Himiko's peace perfume. But he wasn't foolish enough to be taken in by the feeling of induced calm. The one who could induce these feelings might possibly be entertaining. And, a bored Jackal is a rather bad thing, even if he couldn't bring out his scalpels. The creatures of the Forbidden Forest were slowly learning this.

"Yare, yare, and what have we here?" he said, his voice cultured, polite, amused.

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

With his abilities, Jasper was constantly immersed in a climate of emotion. Akabane's approach was like a migrating hot spot in that climate, something that immediately put the vampire on edge though he couldn't say why, specifically. A gut feeling... the sort that had saved his life in the past.

He eyed Akabane warily before responding. "Hello," he said evenly, equally as polite. It was probably a very good thing he wasn't breathing at the moment.

[forlornexultant.livejournal.com]

Sparklepire, meet quasi-Sue. (Good grief, the poor Chatelaine was afflicted with violet eyes. On the other hand, she made a better Sue in/on her own Urth. On this Earth, she might be somewhat likelier to be recruited for the WNBA (http://forlornexultant.livejournal.com/1671.html) than to win any beauty pageants -- unless perhaps she might pass for a particularly delicate drag queen.)

Thecla narrowed her violet! eyes at the application paper. "This suggests you can make a person feel 'any certain way'?" Italics, clearly, were hers. "Is this done by means of extrasolarian technology? And can it induce any emotional state, truly? The negative as well as the positive?" She was thinking of the riotous scene she'd left in Yesod.

Extrasolarian technology could be problematic.

(( Thecla is an eidolon made flesh, so I'm thinking she can be susceptible to vampire emotional vibes, though somewhat less sensitive to them than she would have been in her original body. If Jasper cranks up the effect deliberately, it will affect her -- feel free to do so, just let me know what effect he aims for and I'll follow your cues. ))

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

Jasper looked up—and up—at the woman (one may feel free to imagine a dozen lines of purple prose about topaz meeting violet), immediately wondering if she was some manner of hybrid Quileute werewolf, though her scent was completely wrong. For one thing, it didn't feel like inhaling something eye-wateringly acidic just to smell her. Actually, she was closer to human in that regard, which wasn't unpleasant at all.

"I can't say I know anything about extrasolarian technology, I'm afraid. What I do is... an innate ability. Something I can do by willing it. Negative as well as positive," he confirmed. Why anyone would want to feel negative emotions was beyond him, but each to their own, he figured. "Are you not able to feel how I'm presently affecting the room?"

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

The Hat let out a soft noise of approval as it settled upon Jasper's wild, yet luxuriant movielocks. It was feeling dazzled already.

"I'd like to feel chagrined!" it announced perkily.

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

Having barely started reading the hilarity that is Midnight Sun, the mun is amused.

Jasper had been told about this part, but that didn't prevent him from looking surprised as the Hat took its place on his head. "Oh... you really do talk. All right," he said amiably, and used his sparklepire talent to inspire a deep sense of sparkle-free embarrassment in the Hat. "Like that?"

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

There is very little sunlight in the Slytherin dungeons; it would be nothing short of chagrining to stifle your dermatological bling in such a manner! So, to your other family member you go...

Your bribe has been accepted.

Welcome to Hufflepuff!