smaug-thegolden.livejournal.com ([identity profile] smaug-thegolden.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror 2010-10-07 07:25 am (UTC)

The doors were firmly secured and designed to keep the latest applicants trapped within the Sorting Room until the Hat had seen to them, and yet gave way without so much as a groan of protest from the hinges when curious residents passed through. Should the applicant try to exit the room even then, they would still find themselves quite unable to.

The form which presently filled the doorway was an immense, red-golden scaled beast walking quadrupedally. Gold and jewels encrusted the elongated neck and underside, glinting in the light as the dragon bowed his horned head and pulled his wings in tight against his body in order to squeeze through the doorway. Smaug had paid a visit to the Sorting Room (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1960457.html?thread=110446089#t110446089) very recently, and had still been in the area. Good sense and insatiable greed dictated his actions; he hoped to collect more shiny trinkets for his hoard, and harassing new arrivals proved one of the easiest methods of acquisition.

"You offer nothing," the dragon noted in his deep, rumbling voice, his gaze slowly travelling from the application desk to the applicant himself, where his look became appraising. It was not a pleasant expression to be on the receiving end of. "Or do you offer yourself?"

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