Trickster, Angel, and all around troublemaker ((Application, Gabriel, SPN canon))

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

Voices were heard in the Sorting Room well in advance of their arrival.
“.. c’mon. I’m alive again, we should celebrate. You, me, a bottle of tequila, white sandy beaches..”

The woman laughed lightly, “Sorry sweetie. I’m spoken for.”

Gabriel, renegade archangel and Trickster extraordinaire touched down in the Sorting Room. He looked marginally impressed. “Really? Now you’ve gotta spill. Who’s the guy that managed to sweep you off your feet?”

“Bye Gabriel. I’d say behave, but you and I both know better. See ya around.”

He examined his pocket, pulling out what looked suspiciously like a can of diet orange soda. Relieved that the illusion was still in place, Gabriel tucked it away again. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned up a candy bar before sauntering over to the table where the dictaquill hovered expectantly.



State your name.

“I’ve gone by so many names,” he said, casually amused by the floating feather. “Loki, Anansi, Coyote, they’re all equally good. Trickster if you want to cover all of your lore-oriented bases.”

When it began to write Gabriel, he snapped his fingers. The quill crossed out the name, but it was still visible. “Hang on. Witness protection, remember? Not that name.” He frowned. Something was out there countering his not-inconsiderable power. It was odd, but he’d let it go for the moment.

“Fine. Gabriel,” he relented with an aggrieved sigh. Better to let it pass than summon up enough power to alert the tattered remains of his very estranged family where he was.

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
“Cheese? You’re bringing me back from the dead to ask about cheese? Okay, I’ll play along. Those little fried cheese sticks. Dipped in maple syrup. Oh, or chocolate. I’ve gotta hand it to those mortals, show them a deep fryer and they’ll drop damn near anything in it.” He had a notoriously sweet tooth and anything that involved copious amounts of sugar he’d get behind.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
“Kill them? Okay, granted they should both be taken out, but you should at least take the time to make it a really imaginative death. Have fun with it. Hot air balloon falling from the sky, smooshing them into paste? Send them scuba diving during shark week and stick a steak in their pants?”

3. What time is it where you are?
Gabriel made an exaggerated show of checking his very blank wrist. “Last I looked it was counting down to the Apocalypse. Since we’re still standing and I’m reading this charming little questionnaire, I’m assuming someone hit the snooze bar on the whole brotherly throw down?”

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.

He gave the application an affronted look. “Harass? Look, if you have to harass them, you’re obviously not doing it right. Now granted, having been recently returned from the dead, I wouldn’t mind some soft female company,” an immediately another blonde manifests and curls herself around his arm. “I can appreciate the need for a little companionship.” He winked. “But get your own.”

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.

“The Mystery Spot.” Now that had been a good time. Okay, it took nearly a year before the message got through Sam Winchester’s impossibly thick skull, but it had been an entertaining challenge finding new ways to kill Dean every day. He was particularly proud of the one that involved the marching band and the duck..

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.
“Married? Oh hell no. Getting that attached to anyone is an incredibly bad idea. Keep it simple and look out for your own keister. But to play along, I’ll say, the one on the left?”

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.
Gabriel smirked, “Probably because you aren’t employing the right help?” With one snap, a curvaceous blonde in a skimpy secretarial outfit appeared on his arm. “Or just bypass the paperwork entirely and set your desk on fire?”

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
His smirk widened into a larger, even more confident grin. “I’ve been kicking around Creation since Dad snapped his fingers and brought the whole mess to light. Since I took a, ah, leave of absence from home, I started roaming this little blue ball as one of a hundred different Tricksters. Had a lot of laughs and a lot of fun.”

From out of his pocket, he produced that same orange soda can and smirked. Only now it was a gleaming silver sword. “Oh yeah, I’m also an archangel. Not exactly useless.”

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.

He grinned easily. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement. So long as you don’t let the family know where I am, we’re good.” It didn’t help that he could already sense at least one or two of his celestial brethren kicking around the castle. Hopefully he could maintain a safe enough distance and not get dragged into the fight again. Once was enough.
“ And like I said before, I’ve been around awhile. So let’s talk.”

*OOC*~
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. -Loki
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. -Trickster
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. -Coyote
One day, marmalade will rule the world. -Anansi

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[lovereallybites.livejournal.com]

There had been a few other sorting events since she had been here. This was the first one she was visiting her self. She came bearing small box of cookies. She walked over to Gabriel holding the box out to him, with a smile. She knew the idea here was to take bribes in order to sway someone to vote a certain way. But...she wasn't really that type.

" Wasn't sure if anyone Welcomed you yet. But welcome."

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

Cookies and a pretty blonde? Someone pinch him.

Gabriel gave her his most charming grin and sidled up to her, summoning a fat red longstem rosebud in his free hand. "Now this is the kind of welcome I could get used to."

He took a large bite of a cookie and groaned. "Tell me you made these. Then tell me who I have to thank for bringing me wherever this is."

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" Well aint you a charmer." she said still with that friendly smile as she took the rose. " I just figured it would be nice to welcome you into the fold." She looked to the cookies, then to him.

" Yes, I made those. By hand no magic since I am not quite sure what would come of me trying to make things with magic." there was a little laugh from her " I am glad you like them."

" My name is Sookie by the way."

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

"And a Southern Belle to boot, how fortunate," he said with a grin, diving in for another cookie.

Gabriel didn't blink at the mention of magic, even if it was a little odd for a pretty, and by all appearances, ordinary mortal to treat it so casually. But he supposed he should probably figure out where he was. His trip director wasn't exactly forthcoming with the details.

He miracled up a plush couch and flopped down in a boneless sprawl, threading his fingers behind his head. "So, who did decide to bring me back?" He was fairly certain that it wasn't Dad, or any of his other family members, which was curious. There weren't many others out there that had that kind of mojo at their disposal.

Well there were. Just not many that were kindly disposed towards him enough to bring him back.

[lovereallybites.livejournal.com]

There was another smile at the Southern Belle comment, " Don't know that I am much a Belle but..." she shrugged a bit.

She moved over sitting on the edge of the couch. " Honestly, none of us are really sure how we got here. But this is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Though so far it's less a school and more a place where people seem to get second chances." she looked to him with a smile. " So someone out there wanted you around, they just decided to stick you here with the rest of us."

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

And up go the eyebrows. Someone wanted him around. That was either a good thing, or it was about to get awfully dicey for him.

"Given the family I'm feeling around here, I'm willing to bet someone wants me here. But it isn't for a happy reunion," he muttered.

"Wait. I got summoned here by a mere witch?" There was more than a little indignation in his voice.

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

Death had told him he might want to go by the Sorting Room before leaving on some mysterious errand. Castiel figured out why a few moments before he actually got there, a familiar (and very powerful) aura pinging off his own, and he stopped dead in his tracks in the hall outside. Not that this would prevent the new arrival from knowing he was there, but it gave him a moment to gather his thoughts before he entered.

Unless he missed his guess, life at Hogwarts was about to become a good bit more interesting.

He sighed and entered the Sorting Room, hands in pockets, regarding the deceptively unimposing vessel of his much-older brother with resignation.

"Hello, Gabriel."

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

He felt the presence a moment after he landed and rolled his eyes. Naturally. It seemed he couldn’t go anywhere these days without running into some member of the family. He had spent centuries on Earth undisturbed by his Celestial bretheren, but let one Apocalypse kick off and all of a sudden he couldn’t shake them. Even when a guy died he couldn’t catch a break and get away.

“Hey there little bro,” he said with an impish wink. “Well, well. Get a load of you!” He circled Castiel, eyeing him curiously. A snap of his fingers summoned up a leggy blonde and brunette, one for each of his little brother’s arms. “Someone recharged your batteries and popped a fresh coat of grace on those wings of yours. I am impressed.”

He tapped his chin with a finger. “And if they did that, it means those two chowderheads got my message and stuffed Lucifer back into his box.”

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Castiel turned to look curiously at one of the women and then the other, gently disengaged his arms from their grasp, and thereafter ignored them both.

Leave it to Gabriel to open the conversation by getting straight to the most painful and complicated point imaginable.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," he said, buying a little time to frame his reply to the archangel's implicit questions. "It's good to see you again." Which was the truth, as far as it went. Though he and Gabriel had had some major differences, Castiel had taken no pleasure in his death. Gabriel had met his end honorably, in defense of their Father's favored creations, as befitted a warrior of the Host. In Castiel's eyes, that earned him the respect so many of their siblings had forfeited by their actions, yet continued to demand.

"I was restored, yes," he confirmed. At greater than his prior strength, as well, though he was fairly sure Gabriel still outclassed him by a significant margin. "The message was received. Lucifer is once again confined to his prison."

There he ground to a halt, avoiding Gabriel's gaze, more than reluctant to complete the picture. He had a feeling his elder brother would not take the news of Michael's loss well.

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel shrugged as Castiel shook off the women. With an exaggerated sigh, he waved his arm and they vanished. Most of the younger Host were wound a little too tightly for their own good.

“Looks like we were both restored, lil bro,” Gabriel said, looking down at himself thoughtfully. “But it wasn’t Dad. Weird.”

Speaking of which.. there was an odd thrumming of power coming off his younger brother. Power that wasn’t Celestial, but it was ancient and resonated somewhere down in his bones. He cocked his head at Castiel and came closer, peering intently at him. Personal space was never a concept angels were good with and they stood nearly nose to nose.

“Oh, you found some kind of power boost. What did you..” he held his hand over Castiel’s chest, homing in on the power that was housed in an ordinary looking silver ankh on a delicate silver chain that resided in his pocket.

“I told you chuckleheads to get the Horseman’s ring, not try anything as hairbrained as getting her sigil. And how in the hell did you pull that one off?”

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

Cas kept his opinion to himself on the matter of who'd brought him back, and turned slightly, angling to place a bit more distance between the archangel and the hidden talisman, though he gave no ground overall. "It's a long story. And has nothing to do with the Apocalypse.

"We did get the ring, Gabriel. There is much that you should hear, but this may not be the appropriate venue." It was family business, and anyone could wander into the Sorting Room and overhear.

Also, all things considered, he'd rather find someplace more removed from the castle population to break the news, just in case Gabriel took it really badly.

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

"Always with the cloak and dagger stuff," he muttered. But he couldn't fault Castiel's caution. There were some things that were better left unheard by mortal ears, especially when it came to family. He was relatively certain that should their Father ever decide to surface, he might not be too pleased with his Children airing out their celestial dirty laundry.

Never mind the fact that they wouldn't have to if he'd just show up.

"All right fine." He raised his hand and gave a snap of his fingers. If he was going to hear lousy news, may as well hear it--

In the same damned room. There wasn't any holy fire, he would have sensed it. But something was keeping him contained. Gabriel really, really didn't like being contained.

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

Dean had not been by the sorting rooms in a while but today it seemed the stairs decided that was where he needed to go. He would blame the hat for setting this up when those stairs landed him and he turned to try and catch the next case, only to be stopped cold by a voice he was not all to sure he was glad to hear.

He turned back around and walked to that door "Heh, yeah we threw a couple wrenches in the works." It's a bit hard to hide the bitter note in his voice or the fact that he is rankled.

The hunter took a lean against the door frame, not entering the room "Guess the damn hat got bored, just what we need around here."

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

"Dean!" Gabriel turned, genuinely surprised. "Considering how often you and Stretch seem to fall ass-backwards into trouble, I'm have to admit, I'm surprised to see you still standing."

He didn't miss the bitterness in his voice, or the look in his eye. But for the moment, he chose to ignore it.

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

The hunter gave a half smirk with a slight snort as he finally stepped all the way in to the room. "Still alive and kickin', not for lack of folks tryin' to kill me."

The hunter's look slipped in to more a grin "Looks like your the one ass backwards now. Welcome to Hogwarts, if you're lucky, the hat'll stick you in Hufflepuff, I'm sure you'll fit right in."

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel smirked, "Well given your charming personality and uncanny ability to land your ass in trouble with every powerful being this side of Creation, you can see why I'm shocked." It was uncanny how much of himself he could see in the wiseass hunter. Also a little unnerving. Which is probably why he enjoyed razzing him so much.

"Still, no hard feelings." Although he probably was a little pissed off about the Mystery Spot.. With a snap, he summons up a leggy redhead for Dean.

"A Hufflepuff? Sounds like something you roast. Or deep fry. And what's a Hogwart?"

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

Dean's face had twisted in to that give me a break smirk, that is until he caught the leggy red head, one eyebrow shot upwards. Alright, so at least that was an improvement over the complete sausage fest this place could seem to be at times.

"Yeah, sure, like a leggy redhead is gonna make it all better." Just a little, after all dying over and over again can get a little tedious you know. Being shoved in to random television shows, even more so.


"It's one of the houses here, where the idiots go. You ever think of anythin' besides woman and food?" Yeah, cause there weren't points in his life where Dean Winchester had thought mainly of those two things.

"Magic school, there's a hat, got a thing for suckin' people out of their home and in to this whacked out place."

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

"Picky picky," he chided. Leggy redhead is now a leggy blonde.

Gabriel snorted, "Oh that's all I think about? Mm-hm." He made a show of pointing between them with an amused look, "Pot, kettle? Please Dean, every town you two clowns blow through the first thing you do is look for a greasy cheeseburger. Second thing you look for is any pretty girl who falls for that smirk of yours long enough to say yes, but not long enough to thing you're going to bother calling her in the morning."

Oh that was too rich. Gabriel nearly doubled over with laughter. "Someone had the bright idea to put you in a school? Thinking you'd learn anything? And teaching you magic? You?"

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

The Sorting Hat chose to announce its appearance with the sonic attack of a thousand vuvuzelas blasting in a triumphant cacophony. As the reverberating sound faded, the Hat declared, "Behold! I am Sorting Hat the Wise!" In a far more conversational tone, it added, "Do you have any of those leggy blondes for me? In hats?"

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

Well it certainly beat some of the multidimensional music he had heard back home. Good beat and you could dance to it.

Gabriel grinned and snapped his fingers. Two leggy blondes appeared, smiling invitingly. One wearing quite possibly the biggest, sparkliest sombrero imaginable, the second, in a flashy tricorner hat with a magnificent purple and orange plume.

"Too over the top? Nah. I get the sense you're a guy with style."

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

"Very nice, very nice indeed!" The Hat surveyed the sexy manifestations, unable to decide which it liked better. "So sparkly! So plumey! So sexy! I am indeed a Hat of style, and know it when I see it." The Hat levitated itself between the two blondes- or more accurately, between their hats. "A Hat can never be too over the top- that's precisely where they're supposed to go. And I am here to decide where you are supposed to go. . ."

The Hat's own thoughts were inclined toward keeping Gabriel with itself and exploiting his talents for an endless stream of sexy hats. A veritable harem of hats could be at its command! But, the Hat's ancient house-determining purpose ran deep within its fibers, and it knew that it would have to assign Gabriel somewhere. But in the meantime. . . "I don't suppose you can do a redhead in a raspberry beret while we figure that out?"

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

((The Archangel Gabriel - Hat Pimp!))

He snapped. "Would you prefer with sequins?" Another snap, "Bedazzled?" A final snap, "Or one with real raspberries?"

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

"Non-identical triplets!" The Hat gasped with delight. "They're perfect! Now, how about a cheese hat? This will help me make up my mind. . ." It would have to perform its function, and with each passing moment it grew more and more aware of this- but the Hat simply couldn't resist such an ideal opportunity to exploit one of its victims sortees. "Make it a nice one!"

[low-key-angel.livejournal.com]

With a smirk, he summoned up the finest cheese fez in all of Hogwart's collective memory. The sides were perfectly angled, sculpted pieces of aged gouda, the top of Swiss, and the tassel. The tassel was sparkly, gold, and rivaled all known tassels.

It also helped that the brunette wearing said cheese fez was bearing a tray of crackers and wine for later consumption of the fez. "Functional and tasty."

Hufflepuff!

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

Your bribe is accepted! Welcome to Hufflepuff!