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"Zatanna." A beat as she fidgets with her top hat, lifting it then letting it fall back down to her head. She runs a gloved hand down the back of her neck, and around to the side before resting her palm under her chin. She appears a bit nervous, obvious that she doesn't quite know what to expect from all of this. "Zatanna Zatara. And I'm not signing autographs today, sorry."
1. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CHEESE? WHY IS IT YOUR FAVORITE?
"You know," she begins, shifting a little in place before crossing her fishnet-clad legs in an almost shy gesture, "Most cheeses are not vegetarian because of the rennet used in it. I'm not a big cheese-eater, but I do enjoy a good Coquetdale or Tipperary Brie on occasion, particularly if paired with a nice wine." Guys, you better be taking notes. If you intend to wine and dine Zatanna, it better include actual wine (though charming conversation was always an acceptable substitute).
2. WHO WOULD YOU KILL FIRST, BARNEY OR CARROT TOP?
Zatanna's response to this question is the rising of a delicate eyebrow and a thin-lipped frown. That's all, folks.
3. WHAT TIME IS IT WHERE YOU ARE?
"Uh, right now?" Zatanna pulls her top hat off her head and flips it upside down before beginning to dig around inside of it. She reaches in to her elbow -- then nearly to her shoulder, sticking out her tongue as her brow furrows. Eventually, a happy little sound comes and she pulls out a silver pocket watch and pops it open as she returns the hat to her head with her free hand. The magician briefly peers downward before her gaze flickers back up. "Six-twenty in the morning. Why do you ask?"
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.
Crossing an arm over her chest, she brings her hand up to her face, thumb and forefinger curled against her forehead as the remainder and her palm mask her expression. "Nnnnn, seriously. What are you going on about?" Another heavy sigh as she runs her hand down her face, and she drops her arms into her lap, leaning forward. "Look, if this is one of those newfangled, popular fantasy tween things, I'm not into it. I have no opinion either way and I don't know why all of these magazines and talk show hosts and everyone keep asking me about them. They don't interest me, okay?" She offers an icy gaze that implies that no further commentary will be offered on this subject -- at least not if you want to be walking out of this room with all of your limbs intact.
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.
"...am I supposed to turn off the light when I state the name? Or do I bartend in the dark or, uh, is the bar always in the dark? More importantly, if the bar is in the dark, why don't I turn on a light?" She'd watch Jimmy mix a drink or thirty in her time and she couldn't imagine not breaking something (if not herself) if she was doing it in the dark. "Dunno. Guess I'd probably ask Jim and Danny if I could hang around the Oblivion Bar. It's my scene and all, but uh... don't really think it's ever been a viable option for an occupation." Ever.
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.
Remember that expression that she gave as a response for the second question? It's back. "Here's the thing, a person should marry whoever it is that they want to marry. That's that. I also think that if someone is having trouble deciding who to marry, that they should probably take a step back and reevaluate themselves and who and what makes them happy." And probably apologize for sleazing around, while they're at it.
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.
Zatanna is now picking at the fingers of her gloves. She isn't particularly happy with the fact that she's being uncharacteristically rude and inconsiderate (if not short in her responses), but the questions appear all meaningless and random, if not confusing or meant to confuse. "I would suggest filling it out, rather than disposing of it."
D. Hufflepuff – PROVE YOU ARE NOT USELESS.
"Listen, you--" Her fingers ball into a fist and she grits her teeth, "listen. I'm not useless, nor do I have to prove it to you." She allows herself to calm down. She's right. She didn't have to prove it to anyone but herself, so why take such offense to that statement?
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.
As she leans forward long, dark hair curtains around the sides of her face. "Everyone wants something different, you know." She finally uncrosses her legs as she gets to her feet, the light click of her heels hitting the floor as she does so. "I figure whatever a 'squib,' is, I don't want it. A bribe implies a bargain -- you tell me what you want and I'll tell you if I can give it to you." As an afterthought, she adds: "And keep it PG!" The first person to assume she's anything other than a magician was in for a very nasty surprise.
"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. - ZZ
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. - ZZ
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. - ZZ
One day, marmalade will rule the world. - ZZ"
OOC NOTE: Zatanna is taken from the immediate ending of Blackest Night and is still under the assumption that Bruce is dead. I've read 97% of her near-sixty year history, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask away.
"Zatanna." A beat as she fidgets with her top hat, lifting it then letting it fall back down to her head. She runs a gloved hand down the back of her neck, and around to the side before resting her palm under her chin. She appears a bit nervous, obvious that she doesn't quite know what to expect from all of this. "Zatanna Zatara. And I'm not signing autographs today, sorry."
1. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CHEESE? WHY IS IT YOUR FAVORITE?
"You know," she begins, shifting a little in place before crossing her fishnet-clad legs in an almost shy gesture, "Most cheeses are not vegetarian because of the rennet used in it. I'm not a big cheese-eater, but I do enjoy a good Coquetdale or Tipperary Brie on occasion, particularly if paired with a nice wine." Guys, you better be taking notes. If you intend to wine and dine Zatanna, it better include actual wine (though charming conversation was always an acceptable substitute).
2. WHO WOULD YOU KILL FIRST, BARNEY OR CARROT TOP?
Zatanna's response to this question is the rising of a delicate eyebrow and a thin-lipped frown. That's all, folks.
3. WHAT TIME IS IT WHERE YOU ARE?
"Uh, right now?" Zatanna pulls her top hat off her head and flips it upside down before beginning to dig around inside of it. She reaches in to her elbow -- then nearly to her shoulder, sticking out her tongue as her brow furrows. Eventually, a happy little sound comes and she pulls out a silver pocket watch and pops it open as she returns the hat to her head with her free hand. The magician briefly peers downward before her gaze flickers back up. "Six-twenty in the morning. Why do you ask?"
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.
Crossing an arm over her chest, she brings her hand up to her face, thumb and forefinger curled against her forehead as the remainder and her palm mask her expression. "Nnnnn, seriously. What are you going on about?" Another heavy sigh as she runs her hand down her face, and she drops her arms into her lap, leaning forward. "Look, if this is one of those newfangled, popular fantasy tween things, I'm not into it. I have no opinion either way and I don't know why all of these magazines and talk show hosts and everyone keep asking me about them. They don't interest me, okay?" She offers an icy gaze that implies that no further commentary will be offered on this subject -- at least not if you want to be walking out of this room with all of your limbs intact.
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.
"...am I supposed to turn off the light when I state the name? Or do I bartend in the dark or, uh, is the bar always in the dark? More importantly, if the bar is in the dark, why don't I turn on a light?" She'd watch Jimmy mix a drink or thirty in her time and she couldn't imagine not breaking something (if not herself) if she was doing it in the dark. "Dunno. Guess I'd probably ask Jim and Danny if I could hang around the Oblivion Bar. It's my scene and all, but uh... don't really think it's ever been a viable option for an occupation." Ever.
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.
Remember that expression that she gave as a response for the second question? It's back. "Here's the thing, a person should marry whoever it is that they want to marry. That's that. I also think that if someone is having trouble deciding who to marry, that they should probably take a step back and reevaluate themselves and who and what makes them happy." And probably apologize for sleazing around, while they're at it.
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.
Zatanna is now picking at the fingers of her gloves. She isn't particularly happy with the fact that she's being uncharacteristically rude and inconsiderate (if not short in her responses), but the questions appear all meaningless and random, if not confusing or meant to confuse. "I would suggest filling it out, rather than disposing of it."
D. Hufflepuff – PROVE YOU ARE NOT USELESS.
"Listen, you--" Her fingers ball into a fist and she grits her teeth, "listen. I'm not useless, nor do I have to prove it to you." She allows herself to calm down. She's right. She didn't have to prove it to anyone but herself, so why take such offense to that statement?
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.
As she leans forward long, dark hair curtains around the sides of her face. "Everyone wants something different, you know." She finally uncrosses her legs as she gets to her feet, the light click of her heels hitting the floor as she does so. "I figure whatever a 'squib,' is, I don't want it. A bribe implies a bargain -- you tell me what you want and I'll tell you if I can give it to you." As an afterthought, she adds: "And keep it PG!" The first person to assume she's anything other than a magician was in for a very nasty surprise.
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. - ZZI have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. - ZZI agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. - ZZ
One day, marmalade will rule the world. - ZZ"
OOC NOTE: Zatanna is taken from the immediate ending of Blackest Night and is still under the assumption that Bruce is dead. I've read 97% of her near-sixty year history, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask away.
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Date: 2011-01-15 07:25 am (UTC)Oh, you miserable sodding bastard, the voice of his worse-if-wiser self whispered snidely over his shoulder, can you really be that stupid? All these years, the one thing you've actually managed to get right, and you're gonna cave now? Cap yourself in the head, why don't you, before you fuck this all to hell just like you do everything else.
Sod off, you. I know what I'm doing. Oh yeah, if there was one thing at which he was still a certified expert, it was lying to himself.
"So. Any idea what House you'd like to be in?" he asked, not withdrawing when he probably should have. Since she'd been the one to insist, he'd let her be the one to break away.
Uh-huh. Hopeless, Constantine, that's what you are.
Christ. He had a feeling he was gonna get awfully tired of listening to that voice.
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Date: 2011-01-15 09:16 am (UTC)But, for now, it was nice to let it go, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, cheek pressed against cheek. "It's so good to see you again." And she means it. When the question comes, she reluctantly detaches herself and gives him a soft pat on the shoulder, taking a step back shortly after. Still in his personal bubble, though, she gives a little shrug. "Don't know. I mean, does it matter? Which one is the least terrible? Because I'll go for that." Easy-peasy.
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Date: 2011-01-15 05:40 pm (UTC)"Not that they really enforce the house system, people pretty much wander wherever they feel like it. Just, uh." He rubbed at the back of his neck, and smirked. "Do me a favor, and wherever you wind up, steer clear of the Slytherin bar, all right? There's only so many times in one lifetime I can back down a whole room full of overcharged wankers on the strength of my insane reputation alone."
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Date: 2011-01-16 03:57 am (UTC)"So," Zatanna begins, leaning in a little with the most innocent smile that she could muster, given the present company, "Where were you put?"
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Date: 2011-01-16 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-16 06:45 am (UTC)Zatanna finally takes a step back, the light click-clack of her heels echoing throughout the room. "We're getting too old for this nonsense, you know? You can run as far as you'd like from the truth, but I'm not going to change my mind." John was a sort of extreme of their kind. A lone-wolf that would poke fun at the capes, but when push came to shove would be the one to save the world. As much as he didn't want to count himself among 'superheroes,' he really was one. Even if he went about things in a way that the Justice League might frown upon.
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Date: 2011-01-16 07:34 am (UTC)All that alleged hard work, honesty and loyalty (to the extent that it did exist) was aimed at exactly one goal: making the world a more bearable place for John Constantine to live in. If it happened that he was sometimes called upon to save the place, well, that just stood to reason. It wasn't like he could get along without it.
How he was supposed to impress that point upon somebody who chummed around with the likes of Superman, though, and who was dead-set on not believing a word of it, he still hadn't a fucking clue. Not like he hadn't tried. But she was right: butting heads over such things was a pursuit for the young, and whatever else they might be, neither one of them was that anymore.
"I'm glad you still think enough of me to say things like that," he added, tired blue eyes entreating. "But you're hero enough for both of us, and then some. Can't we just leave it at that?"
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Date: 2011-01-16 08:06 am (UTC)"We can, but I can't fathom why you'd want to. I'd never ask you to put on the spandex and play hero, John, but I can't imagine you're as content with your life as you pretend to be." A little harsh and she knows it is, but if she can't be frank with him, who could she be honest with? Zatanna starts to shrug, but halfheartedly allows a shoulder to rise and fall. Instead, she casts her gaze to the floor, an arm coming to wrap itself tightly around herself. "But it's your life. I can't tell you what to do with it or how to do it." She frowns, eyes a little glassy as she continues to avoid his gaze. "I just wish you'd... stop being so reckless and, and I don't know..." She allows her voice to drop to a whisper, quietly trailing off. Now wasn't really the time, but when was? The next time she saw him, three years from now? When he shows up on her doorstep bloody and beaten or worse?
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Date: 2011-01-16 08:56 am (UTC)Zatanna had plenty of dangerous enemies of her own, and she seriously wanted him to lead a never-ending parade of monsters, demons, righteously hacked-off angels, common thugs, resentful elementals and the occasional zombie horde to her door? (To say nothing of whoever happened to be in charge of Hell this week and was sure to find some reason or other to hate him personally.) Just bringing one twelve-year-old aspiring magician around for a visit had nearly gotten both of them killed.
He glanced back, and sighed, crumbling visibly. There he went making her unhappy again, like the unmitigated bastard he was. Story of their lives.
"Hey." He reached out and tilted her chin up with a gentle hand, smiling slightly. "None of that, now." He hesitated, that inner voice still gleefully reciting the long list of reasons why this was a really, really, spectacularly bad idea, but it was no good.
He could sneer in the face of Satan's fury, but Zatanna in tears? That would fucking destroy him.
"Look..." he said slowly. The effort of pushing past all that doubt was almost physically painful, but he shoved it down and forged ahead anyway. "Look, I'm here, right? No place to run to. You've got me right where you want me." He spread his hands helplessly. "And if there's anyplace in all the worlds that's even close to safe, it's gotta be this place. Maybe...I dunno, maybe we could give it a try? Once more for old time's sake?" God, he didn't know what the hell he was saying. He just wanted her to stop looking at him like that and smile again.
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Date: 2011-01-16 12:26 pm (UTC)"Listen, I..." She lifts a hand to the side of her face, brushing a strand of dark, stray hair behind an ear. "Nowhere is ever completely safe and it..." She shakes her head a little, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, steadying herself before looking at him. "I've never stopped loving you, John, and I doubt I ever will, but that's not the point of what I'm saying. I want you to be happy."
She leans in, standing on the tips of her toes so she could gently bump her forehead against his. Eyes flickering up to his, the corners of Zatanna's lips quirk upward. "If you think I can make you happy, I'd like to try."
Vote: HUFFLEPUFF
Date: 2011-01-16 10:00 pm (UTC)"Come find me when the hat lets you out, all right?" He stepped back a bit, trying to bring things back to a more businesslike level. "If I'm not in Hufflepuff dorm, I'll likely be hanging around Ravenclaw tower, where the other bar is, or maybe Gryffindor. Got wind of some people over there who might be worth bumping elbows with.
"As for you, I think I'm gonna have to be a selfish git and vote Hufflepuff."
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Date: 2011-01-17 12:32 pm (UTC)Perhaps he already knew, even.
She gives her head a little shake, smiling now. "Get out of here, already," her voice is warm and humorous, lacking any maliciousness, "try not to be too drunk. I'd really rather not have a repeat of New Year's Eve, '99." Oh, she'd drag his puke-covered self back to his room even now, but she wouldn't be happy about it.
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Date: 2011-01-17 11:03 pm (UTC)"You're never gonna let me live that one down," he said, chuckling. "Well, don't worry, pet, sobriety charms and potions aren't in short supply around here, and the house elves do all the cleaning." He winked and headed for the door, looking to catch up to Dean. (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1992843.html?thread=112634251#t112634251) "Take care. I'll see you soon."
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Date: 2011-01-18 12:18 am (UTC)"I'll do my best," She gives him a little salute and retreats for a chair, plopping into it. Today had turned out a little better than she'd imagined it to. Certainly better than yesterday. With any luck, she wouldn't be spending most of her time alone for a good, long while.