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Applicant: China Sorrows (Derek Landy's 'Skulduggery Pleasant', series)
((OOC: In the Skulduggery Pleasant canon, when a person first sees China Sorrows, they fall instantly in love. The ability isn't gender bias, it will affect men and women equally. In addition, within the canon, is the susceptibility to control somone once their name is known. These abilities may or may not affect the characters at Hogwarts if that is the mun's preference. If you think it will be fun to play into it, e.g. to let a character fall for China, then you'll need to let me know through OOC or pm. For more information on China, check her user profile. Her mun.))
China Sorrows; her hair, black as deepest sin, framed her face while her eyes, as pale as her brother’s had been, scanned the sorting room. The heavy doors closed behind her with a soft fwump. The skirt she wore was a light green, and the jacket was of a green deeper than a thousand crushed emeralds. Her necklace was exquisite, having cost two very fine men their lives. At times, she wore it as a tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, she wore it because it went well with the skirt.
China walked to the desk at the far end of the room, situated below the large arched windows that overlooked the lush grounds of the castle. When she sat down in the chair the quill, having been unanimated next to a scruffy piece of parchment, became animated, standing at attention on its gold-point. China eyed it. A small smile graced her lips. She noticed that as she leant in to read the parchment, the quill was slowly turning clockwise on the desktop, grinding into the grain. Curious, she thought.
At the parchment’s top it explained that any verbal answers would be written down by the quill. The addendum and questions were all written in the elegant, Edwardian script. She was intrigued. She read on.
State your full name.
“China Sorrows,” she said. She eyed the quill as it matched her word, for word. It scratched away at the parchment, matching the looping Edwardian script of the listed questions.
1. What is your favourite cheese? Why is it your favourite?
“I enjoy Durrus cheese. It has a mild flavour and a creamy taste that becomes stronger and fruitier as it ages,” she said. “I prefer it at its peak.”
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
As self-professed by China, she was neutral, and would remain so. “I am a collector. I am an observer. My resources, and my standing, must be in order before I’d commit myself to a vexatious endeavour like murder. My apologies.”
3. What time is it where you are?
She wasn’t sure, because where she was, was at this desk, answering silly questions. “It’s dark.”
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.
She gave the question some thought, because even though it meant nothing to her, it must’ve some meaning and need for someone else. “I don’t know these people, but if this Albus came back from the dead, he’d no doubt be a vampire or a heart-beat challenged significant other like a zombie, and I’d suspect his interests in sexual harassment would be nil.”
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.
“Arachne’s Chalice,” she expressed.
However, China wouldn’t be bartender. She thought that any endeavour into being one, would become too much; her clients as it stands were a handful -- with expressions and proclamations of intense, true love and whirlwind passion. It happened to get old, quick.
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.
China tapped a manicured nail on the desk, starring at the question. She couldn’t recall any homosexual marriage based stories in mythology, but she did know that certain species of animals did participate in homosexual acts, humans for one, dragonflies and hyenas for another. “I don’t know these people, so I can’t express a well enough analysis, and without knowing if Harry is a monogamist, or polygamist, I’m sure either of Fred and George would be adequate for his obvious... needs and feelings.”
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.
China sat back in the chair, letting her hands rest over the arms. She smoothed her forefinger and thumb together slowly, as if stroking invisible dollar bills. “I suspect you’re a bit dim. Frankly, I would have discovered ages ago that students were magically adding to the pile. I suppose for a lark.”
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
“I’m sure you’ll soon see my usefulness,” she expressed.
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.
She didn’t let it show, but China was taken aback by the final question. She composed herself. She wasn’t in the habit of offering up her possessions as bribery. Bribery she was adept in, though her means normally ended up in her associate offering the item with good graces and love. She understood she didn’t have to offer something she owned, but what else did she have on her? She chose the one thing on her person she could be without. From her jacket pocket, China took out a small service-like bell and placed it on the desk. Its handle had been weathered by the elements, and grew fungi within its wood. The bell itself was perfectly preserved, silver and reflective; it couldn’t be damaged by time. It was the bell used to summon the Sea Hag of Glendalough. The Hag had a spiteful personality, and if she remembered corrected, kept asking her visitors if they wanted to drown, as casually as if she were asking if they wanted tea with their biscuit.
She would welcome suggestions but wouldn’t be inclined to care. She looked at the bells silver surface, gave herself a once-over, and waited.
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __China Sorrows__
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __China Sorrows__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __China Sorrows__.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __China Sorrows__"
China Sorrows; her hair, black as deepest sin, framed her face while her eyes, as pale as her brother’s had been, scanned the sorting room. The heavy doors closed behind her with a soft fwump. The skirt she wore was a light green, and the jacket was of a green deeper than a thousand crushed emeralds. Her necklace was exquisite, having cost two very fine men their lives. At times, she wore it as a tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, she wore it because it went well with the skirt.
China walked to the desk at the far end of the room, situated below the large arched windows that overlooked the lush grounds of the castle. When she sat down in the chair the quill, having been unanimated next to a scruffy piece of parchment, became animated, standing at attention on its gold-point. China eyed it. A small smile graced her lips. She noticed that as she leant in to read the parchment, the quill was slowly turning clockwise on the desktop, grinding into the grain. Curious, she thought.
At the parchment’s top it explained that any verbal answers would be written down by the quill. The addendum and questions were all written in the elegant, Edwardian script. She was intrigued. She read on.
State your full name.
“China Sorrows,” she said. She eyed the quill as it matched her word, for word. It scratched away at the parchment, matching the looping Edwardian script of the listed questions.
1. What is your favourite cheese? Why is it your favourite?
“I enjoy Durrus cheese. It has a mild flavour and a creamy taste that becomes stronger and fruitier as it ages,” she said. “I prefer it at its peak.”
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
As self-professed by China, she was neutral, and would remain so. “I am a collector. I am an observer. My resources, and my standing, must be in order before I’d commit myself to a vexatious endeavour like murder. My apologies.”
3. What time is it where you are?
She wasn’t sure, because where she was, was at this desk, answering silly questions. “It’s dark.”
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.
She gave the question some thought, because even though it meant nothing to her, it must’ve some meaning and need for someone else. “I don’t know these people, but if this Albus came back from the dead, he’d no doubt be a vampire or a heart-beat challenged significant other like a zombie, and I’d suspect his interests in sexual harassment would be nil.”
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.
“Arachne’s Chalice,” she expressed.
However, China wouldn’t be bartender. She thought that any endeavour into being one, would become too much; her clients as it stands were a handful -- with expressions and proclamations of intense, true love and whirlwind passion. It happened to get old, quick.
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.
China tapped a manicured nail on the desk, starring at the question. She couldn’t recall any homosexual marriage based stories in mythology, but she did know that certain species of animals did participate in homosexual acts, humans for one, dragonflies and hyenas for another. “I don’t know these people, so I can’t express a well enough analysis, and without knowing if Harry is a monogamist, or polygamist, I’m sure either of Fred and George would be adequate for his obvious... needs and feelings.”
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.
China sat back in the chair, letting her hands rest over the arms. She smoothed her forefinger and thumb together slowly, as if stroking invisible dollar bills. “I suspect you’re a bit dim. Frankly, I would have discovered ages ago that students were magically adding to the pile. I suppose for a lark.”
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
“I’m sure you’ll soon see my usefulness,” she expressed.
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.
She didn’t let it show, but China was taken aback by the final question. She composed herself. She wasn’t in the habit of offering up her possessions as bribery. Bribery she was adept in, though her means normally ended up in her associate offering the item with good graces and love. She understood she didn’t have to offer something she owned, but what else did she have on her? She chose the one thing on her person she could be without. From her jacket pocket, China took out a small service-like bell and placed it on the desk. Its handle had been weathered by the elements, and grew fungi within its wood. The bell itself was perfectly preserved, silver and reflective; it couldn’t be damaged by time. It was the bell used to summon the Sea Hag of Glendalough. The Hag had a spiteful personality, and if she remembered corrected, kept asking her visitors if they wanted to drown, as casually as if she were asking if they wanted tea with their biscuit.
She would welcome suggestions but wouldn’t be inclined to care. She looked at the bells silver surface, gave herself a once-over, and waited.
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __China Sorrows__
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __China Sorrows__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __China Sorrows__.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __China Sorrows__"
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Admittedly, he hadn't been too concerned with learning how Hogwarts worked at his own Sorting. He'd just gone with the flow of things without too many questions, since this whole place was obviously a dream. Holy Roman Empire hadn't figured the dream would last long enough to need to know much. But he wanted to be helpful to China, so he tapped a fist against his chin and thought hard. "This place is a magic school, and everyone here stays in different houses. Like the questions asked about--Gryffindor for brave people, Ravenclaw for smart ones, Slytherin for unpleasant ones, and Hufflepuff for the rest. There's a talking hat that sorts you into your house. So after the hat talks to you, you can leave this room. I think that's how it works."
He looked back up to China again, the thoughtful frown smoothing out of his face. "But there will probably be other people who stop to talk to you. I'm sure if you ask someone who's been here longer, they can tell you more."
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China sighed inwardly. This wasn't the first time she'd heard whisperings of this talking accessory, even the houses she had caught in the ends of conversations. She looked back at her application, tapping her manicured nail on the desk. A magic school, it made her think of possible troves just waiting to be in her possession. She'd be able to expand her collection with the greatest academical finds in the last century. If she just found out where their library was. Would Roman know? Perhaps that was a question to be asked later, once she was out of this hall.
"I will take you up on your advice, dear Roman. I just hope I get the chance to meet this Hat." She smiled.
The lives of these people, and herself, seemed in the stitching of some bonnet. She sighed to herself.