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STATE YOUR FULL NAME.
"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] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. - ZZ
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_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.

Date: 2011-01-17 05:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chinasorrows.livejournal.com
Not wanting to ruin her clothes, or for that matter, stand around holding a fairly thick volume, she brandished her wand, flourished it about and the age old text lifted into the air to stay afloat by China's right shoulder. She dropped her wand arm to her side. 'Brilliant. This will do nicely in my library, but until the time I shall return home, my room is just as good as any.' There was a somewhat sore tone to her voice. It was more than possible that it was because China's ego had deflated some since her tenor at Hogwarts. The school had taken a horrible liking to her, mostly in the regard of dampening her thrall that helped her in situations like these. Months ago, when all she had to do was be in someones presence for them to immediately fall in love with her, to now when such affects only worked on simpletons, now she was forced to actually work to acquire rare volumes. She could not cuddle or flatter her way into ownership of a volume that would otherwise cripple her bank account, she actually had to be courteous to people. Admittedly, it was not that bad with Zatanna who seemed genuinely agreeable.

But before she would pass on her vote as to what house she belonged, she had some more questions, more to a handle on this new comer. 'Thank you for the book, and all, but I do have other questions. One: why do you dress in such a way?'

It reminded China of Tanith, but not in a nice, friendly kind of way. That woman made a habit of wearing leathers and tunics, and whereas China thought Tanith Low a misdemeanor against dress-sense, she took another look at Zatanna, from her tail coat, to the fishnets, to the thigh high boots, and thought only that the magician was aiming to be a fifties sex symbol. 'You obviously are able to wield magic, so why dress in such a demeaning way?'

Date: 2011-01-17 01:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chinasorrows.livejournal.com
China had shrugged off Zatanna's apology. In her opinion if a rare book did not have at least a thin layer of dust on it then it should dare not call itself a rarity. If it had been clean down to the leathers of it's spine, she may have had cause for suspicion. As it was, China was happy with the arcane tome she now had floating by her.

What peaked her curiosity was how Zatanna believed herself from another world, another reality perhaps. Parallel universes did seem nothing more than comic book lore, but it was still a high scientific possibility. The whole scenario seemed oddly familiar, but being one who disbelieved in deja vu, she shrugged it off as nothing. 'I do know of the vaudeville era, darling. I'm a couple hundred years old give or take, I know I wear it well,' she added with a dismissive, joking air, bordering on sarcasm. 'Well, aren't you altruistic. Regardless it is comforting to know you have adopted this style to do your father proud. But do be careful, women wearing more than you have had dangerous encounters with more of the mentally irresolute students.'

There seemed great promise for loyalty in Zatanna Zatara. 'Secondly, what magical discipline are you?' So far she knew that Zatanna did believe them to be from two separate earths, so feeling slightly annoyed that she would have to elucidate, she continued a little exasperatedly. 'What I mean is, for example: I am an Adept. I have chosen to magically imbue my skin with tattoos that, when touched, will grant me certain abilities. Not to mention the enchantment I have placed on my skin to enthrall anyone who lays eyes on me. Which has been suppressed some,' she muttered, 'So what form does you magic entail?'

Vote: Hufflepuff

Date: 2011-01-23 12:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chinasorrows.livejournal.com
China could not help a sly smirk to appear on her full lips. She was confidant, China had to give her that, it bordered on arrogance, but that would only serve to help her fit in amongst the students at Hogwarts. Arrogance seemed a natural part as anything here. She nodded and sighed her acceptance, 'Perhaps you're right. You don't seem the type that needs help. Commendable. But still, keep a weather eye on everyone. Some can seem as innocent as a fluffy, white bunny, but could have the attitude of a cobra. Be vigilante.'

If she had to be honest, she quite liked Zatanna. It was never going to be a friendship where meeting at a boutique, or a cafe was ever in the cards, but it was an understanding that could develop into a business friendship. After studying the book, she may come to Zatanna for more ... insight, best to call it that for now. 'But now, where to put you,' she pondered aloud, making a scene of studying Zatanna from head to toe in a very judgmental way. She displayed boundless loyalty, had a great deal of intelligence and understanding of things, but had a bravery she had not seen since Skulduggery. It made placing Zatanna considerably difficult.

After another collective moment she sighed, smiled and nodded, turning on her heel and directing the levitating volume with her. 'I know exactly where to put you. Loyalty is a worthy thing to have, Miss Zatarra, and beauty is a gift that, although it keeps on giving, is a curse with no end. You're skills will be best suited for the house who houses people of both traits. The colour scheme is questionable at best, but I'm sure you will fit right in,' she said over her shoulder, and with a slight chuckle and an steady interest in the chronicle floating by her side she waved her delicate hand in adieu.

'I vote Hufflepuff.'

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