Owls!

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( Owl addressed generally to the Medical Wing )

( To the only Gotham Boy at Hogwarts (a.k.a Tightpants) )

((Second address changed because I realized Harley is floating around somewhere!))

The Ineffable Lightness of Being... Unpopcorned!

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((Aziraphale, Good Omens, with Agnes & Crowley-mun's okays!
Original app is here.
Open RP once Aziraphale gets into the hallways! Feel free to chat!))

Aziraphale heard a pop. Not a small one, that pop. He wondered why he was hearing a pop at all, and smelling salt and butter, when he realized where he was. Aziraphale, Principality Extraordinaire, opposite number of Crowley (eternally speaking, that is), had just ceased being popcorn. Aziraphale sighed, heavily. He hated popcorn.

This did explain much, though. For example, the fact that he had been in a sort of limbo that, theologically, he could not account for. It was not like the Roman Catholic purgatory, it was not the negation of being that existentialists posit, and it wasn't heaven and most certainly wasn't hell. Those, he would recognize. So, he took stock. Last he remembered, he was at Hogwarts in Scotland, well after the first apocalypse had been averted. Crowley was there, and... well... the rest seemed rather fuzzy.

For that matter, it all seemed rather difficult to recall. He shrugged to himself, and winced at the noise of smearing butter. Hopefully, he had a clean set of clothes in his room - if it was still his room. Let's find out, he thought, and made his way out of the Popcorn Room.

As he walked down the halls, flashes of memories would approach, nod at him politely, and then leave without offering a contact phone number. Bugger all this for a lark, he thought. How did he get popcorned?

God might have done it. S/He had an odd sense of humor. Human sexuality - that was one hilarious notion. But popcorn? From what Aziraphale remembered, the Almighty wasn't that fond of popcorn, either. S/He was more of a mixed nuts kind of nibbler.

Crowley wouldn't have done it. They had 6,000 years of friendship. Another reason Crowley wouldn't do it is he would have never risked getting butter and salt anywhere near the Bentley.

Then who, and how? And where in the ineffing universe was Hufflepuff?

Closed RP - Sam and Dean

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Sunday afternoon, in which not a damn inappropriate thing happens. And that's fine. Really.

Sam was actually laughing when he and Dean made it back onto the school grounds, his pack heavy given they had no Impala to throw shit into, but fortunately they hadn't had to go very far... and he'd learned lightening charms. Dude, magic was cool.

Nothing like a good hunt, he had to admit. An unquiet spirit pacified, people saved and him and Dean working together to pull it off and then have a beer down in town. And had come to the conclusion that if they were dead, the afterlife was fucking convincing. Awesome. (He might be a little behind in his work, but it was a good thing it was mostly self-directed.)

That and not a damn thing had happened since that one day. That was good right? Right. It had to be. Moving on.

He grinned and elbowed Dean. No particular reason. It just seemed like the thing to do.

Indigo Charles Casson, The Casson Series by Hilary McKay

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((Italics indicate Indigo's answers to the questions. This application has been approved of by Rose Casson-mun, with much glee!))

A boy, around fourteen years old and with a very calm look on his face, entered the Sorting Room and immediately began looking around. He had dark blue eyes, which was awfully fitting considering his name, and lanky brown hair. He was dressed in black, had a bag slung over one shoulder and a guitar case under one arm.

Indigo noticed the table of applications, shrugged, and began to methodically fill one out with a ball-point pen that he found in the pocket of his jacket.

( Feeling blue, Indigo? )

Now what? Indigo thought about it, and answered his own question, though not in writing. Now you find Rose.

She was bound to be around here somewhere.

Jenga Aftermath (aka The Emo Kids Continue to Act the Fool)

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((Forward dated just a wee bit, so that it's two full days since the Jenga game of snogging and emo.))

( Let's rearrange / I wish you were a stranger I could disengage / Just say that we agree and then never change / Soften a bit until we all just get along / But that's disregard / Find another friend and you discard / As you lose the argument in a cable car / Hanging above as the canyon comes between / Everyone knows I'm in / Over my head / Over my head / With eight seconds left in overtime / She's on your mind / She's on your mind / And suddenly I become a part of your past / I'm becoming the part that don't last / I'm losing you and its effortless / Without a sound we lose sight of the ground / In the throw around / Never thought that you wanted to bring it down / I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves )