May. 28th, 2007

[identity profile] c-macaulay.livejournal.com
my dreams are languid and lawless / and everything bows to beauty / when it is fierce / and when it is flawless )

(( There is M/F/F smexing action. Click at your own risk. ))
[identity profile] lady-h3ath3r.livejournal.com
((Lady Heather is a recurring character on CSI who has to date appeared in s2e08 "Slaves of Las Vegas," s3e15 "Lady Heather's Box," s6e15 "Pirates of the Third Reich," and s7e23 "The Good, The Bad & The Dominatrix." I'm taking her from a continuity point equal to late s4-early s5, about a year prior to the events of "Pirates." This app has been approved by Sara Sidle's mun.))

The click of stiletto heels on slate flooring signaled the arrival in the Sorting Room of Lady Heather.

She walked around the Sorting Room, examining the walls and light sconces, eyeing the tableful of parchment; bare legs in tight knee-high black boots moved through high slits in her black lace gown. Her auburn hair was worn long save for bangs; dark eyeshadow and lipstick set off gray eyes and pale skin. From her hand dangled a coiled bullwhip, a cat o' nine tails, and an elaborately feathered black mask.

She tried the door and found it sealed. Chuckling, she made her way back to the tableful of applications. "Very well then, maybe this is the way out..."

Every job has its peculiar hazards. )

"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____HK_______
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____HK______
I agree to be a good sport and not get your my knickers in a bunch. _____HK______
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____HK________"
[identity profile] h-m-winter.livejournal.com
Henry needed a break.

He'd read until he threatened to give himself a headache, and he needed some kind of distraction. He had a vague idea of going to Ravenclaw to smirk at congratulate Susan; thanks to the letter she'd sent Camilla, both of them had been assured that the trip Camilla had taken her on had provided successful results. As he had told Camilla, the Stephen-Susan story was like something that Austen might have written, were she mentally ill. It was a diversion, a distraction, a light little something to offset the earnestness of their own situation.

The Ravenclaw door was, as usual propped open, and he stepped inside with a dry smile. He didn't see the point in having passwords and secret doors if nobody was going to use them. Wards were so much more useful.
[identity profile] ugly-imp.livejournal.com
It occurred to Tyrion that it had been a long time since his last prefect hours, and there were a lot of new Slytherin students. And, as he understood it, prefect hours were supposed to be a way for the students to talk to someone who could answer their questions about Hogwarts. Not that Tyrion could, but a little bullshitting and misdirection never hurt anybody, and besides, he was bored.

He hadn't bothered with an empty classroom today. He just tacked up a sign on the Slytherin common room notice board, announcing that prefect hours were being held, should anyone be interested.

Then he found an unused corner of the room and assumed his waiting posture, chair tipped back, feet on the table in front of him, idly flipping through a book on common hexes.
[identity profile] sparklyvampire.livejournal.com
Animals really hate vampires. That was why Edward had chosen the House-elf option instead, and written two notes in his elegant, flowing script.

House-elf to Skwisgaar Skwigelf )

House-elf to the Sorting Hat )

And now? Back to moping, hunting, and missing Bella like crazy.

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