Solo RP: Mel and her headstone

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( She just wants to wake up/Yeah, just to prove it's a dream/'Cause she's an angel for sure/But that remains to be seen )

Bombalurina, CATS the Musical

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A queen with red fur saunters into the Sorting Hall and looks around. Nah. Not impressed. She stretches out languidly and begins to wash. When the questions come she says her answers rather than writing them down. It's hard to write with paws, you know.

( Don’t worry, she won’t eat your face unless you ask her VERY nicely... )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____Bombalurina________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___ Bombalurina ________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers whiskers in a bunch. ___ Bombalurina ________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____ Bombalurina ____"

Susan and Ed meet in Ravenclaw, backdated to Nov. 1

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( Ed went to the lab, as they'd agreed to meet there the previous night... )

Closed rp; Suzie & Jack

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( After WART #62 )

((Spoilers no doubt.))

Application for Dyan Ardais, Darkover series

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Dyan Ardais, from Marion Zimmer Bradley's Darkover series


( An application? How amusing. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. DA
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. DA
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. DA
One day, marmalade will rule the world. DA"

owl to Nessa Thropp from Camilla Macaulay

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Dear Nessa,

I had a lovely time chatting with you at the Halloween party. Would you like to have tea some time this week? I don't think I'll be holding another dinner party soon, and I'd hate to lose track of a new friend for that long.

Camilla