Dec. 20th, 2006

[identity profile] fm-elric.livejournal.com
Ever had a moment when you're perusing your mp3 collection and you think, "Damn, that song fits my character!," or "That reminds me of my HH OTP"? This is this place to share those amazing finds! Link to a YouSendIt file or post the lyrics that fits your OTP or character here.
[identity profile] agentsgent.livejournal.com
Somewhere in the popcorn room, there was a pop. Really, it was more of a click, like a pair of heels being brought together sharply.

He stood easily on the pedestal, blandly and surreptitiously examining himself and his surroundings for any particular bother. He caught the last of his name as it faded off the plaque, and he took a step down to cross the room and examine the inscriptions.

His jacket was still vaguely damp with something, as was his hair, but there was little he could do about it until he'd found his quarters again. Ah yes, Hufflepuff, that was the place. He turned to exit and then paused, sniffing the air.

There was a most peculiar smell about, one that had seemed to move with him when he left his stand and examined the plaque. ... oh dear god. He lifted two fingers to his nose, and inhaled.

Butter. He smelled of stale butter and faintly of something burning. Unacceptable! He smoothed his damp jacket and chose to fixate on something else -- on perhaps the fact that the young master has been floundering about this place without him.

He crosses out of the popcorn room and starts up the hallway at an unhurried clip.
[identity profile] crazyambitious.livejournal.com
Paris briskly opened the door to the hall, and briskly slammed it behind her, and five steps later stopped dead in place, her eyes traveling around the room with more suspicion than trepidation. "Clearly," she observes, "the fraternities have gone over-the-top when their standard juvenile end-of-term pranks. If somebody would jump out, scream 'surprise!' and then scamper away after producing the chemistry lab again, that would just be so fantastic I'd be stricken something close to speechless." She pauses, adjusting the load of books in her arms. "You'd better not be behind this, Gilmore."

ExpandAside from the lawsuits, this must be a rocking good time. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______PG______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____PG______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____PG______
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____PG________"
[identity profile] eragonshadeslyr.livejournal.com
Eragon wandered into the Sorting Room. He was a bit nervous as he was in a place that he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He needed to learn more about magic and therefore decided to come here with Saphira. It also might allow him to take a much needed respite in his fight against Galbatorix. The Varden could handle him. He stood resolute as the questions are asked although his hands are a bit sweaty.

ExpandAnd now onto the application )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______Eragon______

I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Eragon______.

I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____Eragon______.

One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____Eragon________"
[identity profile] first-shot.livejournal.com
((backdated to just after the kitty app))

*Han slunk down the hallway towards Hufflepuff, carefully holding the basket with the kitten in an attempt to both keep it quiet, and keep it from being seen. He certainly didn't need someone seeing him with this silly ball of fluff. Especially if that someone happened to be his apparently-future-sister-in-law whom, he was positive, would never let him live it down*

*Muttering the password at the portrait guarding the door to Hufflepuff, he peered inside before slinking in, trying to keep the kitten between himself and the wall. He didn't spot his wife and that was a plus, maybe he could get back to their room before she got there and actually surprise her. Not to mention he could maybe score points in the "good husband" department, he needed all of those he could get*
[identity profile] edwardbrock.livejournal.com
Early one evening around 10:00, (at least, to Eddie)Eddie Brock slunk behind the bar counter in Ravenclaw house. He was 18 now, having turned in his recent absence from Hogwarts, during which he was discovering some rather dark secrets about himself. But that meant he was legal age to bartend. Hoping to rekindle some friendships, he began to polish a bottle.

"Anyone want a Brocks on the Rocks?" He muttered sarcastically.
[identity profile] sofergetit.livejournal.com
An Owl sent out to every person who participated in Secret Santa:

Merry Christmas! Here's your secret Santa victim. Please try to give at least one gift between now and Christmas.

At the Christmas party, bring one more little gift and introduce yourself to your victim. Keep it fun, people. Chocolate is never out of season.

Rube


ETA: Please post your gifts and questions here, to allow for anonymous commenting.

ExpandThe OOC Stuff again )

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