Owl to Wilson

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

( Owl to Wilson, heavily warded, charmed to fold into a drug-sniffing dog for anyone else )

Pickles (the drummer) (doodily doo ding dong doodily doodily doo) ; Metalocalypse

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((Okay'd by zee Dethklok muns!))


Definitely not as cool as Mordhaus. But hey. Any kind of castle's pretty brutal.

What looks like just about the only man to be able to be just about totally Irish and pull off a dreadlock'd comb-over suddenly appeared in the middle of the sorting room, giant cloud of TOTALLY METAL smoke wafting out through the air and sort of settling on the ground before disappearing completely. He... may or may not have been in his underwear. With a bottle of vodka clutched in a hand. Which was actually pretty normal for Pickles, considering.

Well, not the castle thing. That was pretty new.

And he looked pretty petrified of this whole revelation, eyes wide and nearly dropping the vodka (but, you know, not actually dropping it, because that would be a waste) and all. You can't just shock a thoroughly sloshed guy into Scotland without warning. It's not very nice.

Now, Pickles was hard enough to understand in the first place, heavy accent of unknown origin and all, so with a bit of alcohol slurring his system... Well. "Hey, man, the squealy guitar noisefuck's goin' on down here? I mean, I was just gettin' a drink and, I mean, now I'm in the middle of some..." He doesn't actually know where he is, actually. Should probably get to the bottom of that.

( And what the hell is this, an application? He has to apply to be magically transported out of the safety of his own bed?! Not cool! )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Pickles.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Rules? What rulPickles.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Man, only chicks wear nic... kn... knickers is a funny word. Pickles.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. That stuff tastes, uh. Kinda tastes like my ass after I've taken a gigantic shit. Not Pickles.

Secrets board WART with Morfin!

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Hi! I'm Morfin, and I'm a Hufflepuff, and I'm so very worried about all of you! All your secret postcards speak of repression and sadness! We need some therapeutic reflection!

I thought it might help if we expressed some of our secrets through music. I've started off with songs related to some of the secrets I saw...

( Morfin expresses your secrets through song )

Want to Floo in and request songs you think reflect your secrets or others you've read? The Floo lines are open, and you can anonymously Floo too!

Owls!

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An assortment of owls, each warded to cause unsightly boils on anyone other than the intended reader. Neal hasn't had much chance to learn Hogwarts-style magic yet, so the edges of the parchement crackle with spring-green sparks.

( Owl to Mel Beeby, Gryffindor )

( Owl to the Artistic Young Woman (Rose Casson) )

Neal pauses and consults a faculty list he picked up, heaven knows where, before writing the last owl.

( Owl to Agnes Nutter, Hospital Wing )

Mouse to Lily

[cockneycat.livejournal.com]

( Very small mouse to Lily--warded so that if anyone but Lily touches it, it will transform into a very boring rock )

Finally Sorted

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Jemima climbed the steps to the owlery, the board game that the Sorting Hat had given her under her arm. Once inside, she began to write out a letter to someone in Gryffindor, named Strong Sad...


( Owl to Strong Sad )

She tied the letter and the board game to a nearby owl's leg, and watched it soar out the window. She then proceeded back down the stairs, a slight spring in her step at the hopes of meeting a new friend.

Till Kingdom Come: Sirius and Lily (Closed RP)

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Sirius and Lily had had a lot of encounters on the Secrets Board, both secretly and with full knowledge of each other's identities. But, with the possible exception of a bit of back-and-forth about Bombalurina, their most contentious conversations had to do with James - that is, their disagreement about whether the real James, their James, could ever return to Hogwarts the way Lily had. (See Exhibit A and Exhibit B, the latter of which was prompted by a secret Lily had posted after Exhibit A.)

( For you I'd wait till Kingdom Come / Until my day, my day is done / And say you'll come and set me free / Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me )

Green Butterflies from the Green Fairy

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

( A flock of tired green butterflies to Eris )

( A flock of utterly exhausted green butterflies to Crowley )