Closed RP: Daniel and Indiana and drinking

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Having arranged to meet Indiana Jones at the Ravenclaw bar, Daniel forced himself to stop tearing his hair out over his next lesson plan and get out of his office for once. He had to hear the explanation behind 'marriage rites for large purple things', too; that sounded weird even by Hogwarts' standards, and that was saying something.

He got himself a beer and a packet of peanuts, wondering why the hell he hadn't gotten out here ages ago--he'd been cooped up so long that even being out of his office felt like getting out of jail.

Owl to Camilla, delivered to Camilla's room in Gryffindor

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(lightly warded)

Dear Cam,

Thanks for the other night! It was all wonderful, and I am so glad we're together at last. Stop by my office later, and we'll plan from there. I think I need to have you on the books....

- Richard

Dumbly Duck

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( Duck to Dumbledore, heavily warded, hexed to turn into a swarm of bees for anyone else so they might hug in the shade )

Application for Jenks, from Kim Harrison's Rachel Morgan series

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((Approval from Rachel-mun granted! Also, Jenks is taken from just after Dead Witch Walking's end ^^; Enjoy!))


Is it a dragonfly? Is it a rather large bug?

Why, no, it's a pixie, and a rather attractive one that would beat you up for saying so, at that. Jenks seemed to explode into the sorting room, wings fluttering so quickly that they were barely even a blur in the dim light of the Sorting Room. But, after all, he did pride himself on his ninja pixie skillssneakiness, particularly in the field.

However, he was not in the field right now. He was in some sort of... What the Turn was this place? A castle? "Sweet mother of Tink, where's Rachel gone and got herself lost in?" he asked in a slightly reproving voice, flaring across the room and settling onto the table nearby without so much as a sound out of the ordinary. He might have even look distinguished, for a moment, dressed in head-to-toe silk and his hair blond coiffed into that perfect sort of 'devil may care' look, dangling in his eyes. The look might have been down-sized a bit, though, as he glanced around, briefly, and looked down at the papers beneath him, nose wrinkled.

( Man, this place smelled like owl turd. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. JENKS
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. JENKS
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. JENKS
One day, marmaladepixies will rule the world, baby. JENKS

Application for Blythe House from House, M.D.

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Blythe House remembered ushering John onto his train, tuning out his usual complaints about how trains were too slow and how some idiot was going to do some such thing that would surely make him late.  She remembered turning away from the distinctly normal-looking Amtrak train and having the idea to go to the market to buy herself some vegetables for a small stew she could eat while he was away.  She remembers cooking that stew and waiting for her husband to return from his trip.  Five days and he still wasn't back.  It wasn't entirely unusual, but enough to set her on her guard.  She remembers going to bed the previous night, thinking that if he wasn't home by dinner the next evening, she was going to call the police.

What she doesn't remember is someone possibly attacking and drugging her, which was the only explanation she could think of for why she seemed to be somewhere in Europe all of a sudden.  The room she stood in and, indeed, the building that housed it was very, very old, she could see.  She imagined that if Greg had been here, he might be able to tell her something about the architecture.  He was always reading books and things about the places they'd lived in when he'd been younger.  He would bend her ear for hours, telling her about the things he'd learned in school and wandering around the various countrysides.  Blythe sighed deeply, missing Greg not for the first time.  He was never a hugely talkative person, but he'd never gone more than six months without calling before.  She certainly hoped that whatever he was doing, he wasn't in any trouble.  Sighing and reminding herself that he probably didn't want to worry or bore her with what he saw to be trivial and inane (no matter how many times she tried to tell him that he never bored her; she didn't think he could, her dear), she looked around the room.  There was a desk in the middle of it with a single sheet of what looked like parchment and...a quill?  Now she was slightly amused, if from nervousness.  If she didn't know better, she almost felt as though she'd fallen into one of the books she'd read Greg when he'd been a child.  He'd always loved them.

Smiling at the thought, she shifted her purse higher onto her shoulder and went to sit down at the table.  She felt a bit silly picking up the quill and dipping it into the inkwell provided alongside it, but she figured there wasn't much else she could do.

( Here goes something possibly anticlimatic...though I do hope I don't explode... )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___BH___
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___BH___
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___BH___
One day, marmalade my son will rule the world.  ___BH___