Mar. 20th, 2007

[identity profile] not-a-demon.livejournal.com
Someone had evidently forgotten to fill Tara in on the possibility of magically reappearing in a castle some undetermined amount of time after your death. She knew it had happened before, to other people, but she'd never considered it might happen to her.

However, Tara thought it a bit rude that the Powers That Be decided to return her to incarnation in the clothing that she'd died in. Specifically, the shirt that had a bullet hole over the heart and a substantial amount of blood. She took a moment to touch the hole in her shirt, a sad smile touching upon her features, before she looked around. Oh- hey, this was Hogwarts, a place that you couldn't be a witch and not know about. Therefore maybe her random post-death appearance wasn't all that surprising, considering some of the strongest magic users in the world lived here. It was comforting, in a way.

Huh. She always wondered how funny it would be to use magic with an extremely phallic item. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______TM______
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____TM______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____TM______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______TM_______
[identity profile] hernes-son.livejournal.com
The Owlery was deserted; not really surprising, thought Robin, considering the lateness of the hour. It had been easy enough to find the owls; a few moments' observation from the grounds earlier in the day had done it, and after some confusion involving the moving staircases Robin had discovered the tower he was seeking.

Owl to Kouneru )
[identity profile] busty-robin.livejournal.com
Watch the right. You favor your right when you turn.

Steph took a deep breath, and started a series of handsprings, occasionally aiming at one of the person-shaped outlines now covering a small circle of unfortunate trees. The outlines had red targets for fatal injuries, white targets for temporarily debilitating injuries, and pink targets for injuries fatal if not given immediate medical treatment.

Instead of batarangs (Spoilerangs, because she had painted them eggplant!), Steph was trying her luck with hexes. Using a weapon you didn’t immediately discard was hard to get used to.

She took a break to inspect the damage, and was happy to see that none of the red targets were hit. One of the trees was turned into a chicken, but you had to pick your battles.

((Open RP! Feel free to train/spar/bug/go chicken hunting with Steph.))
[identity profile] sidney-reilly.livejournal.com
As promised, shortly before 4 p.m., a house-elf arrived at Reilly's door and escorted him to an office near Ravenclaw. The elf opened the door and ushered him into a dusty room cluttered with books and fossils. His counterpart sat behind the desk.

"Thank you for seeing me." Reilly offered him a hand. "I confess I find the sight unsettling enough to put this meeting off as long as possible."

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