Owl to Teru Mikami

[noseymaddie.livejournal.com]

Maddie is a little frustrated with the lack of answers and has decided to file the suddenly being almost a decade ahead in time under the "ignore for now" heading in her mind.

She needs distraction and drinking alone lacks appeal. While the lawyer appeared to be a teetotaler, at least he'd be company.

She writes a quick note and asks one of the house elves to deliver it for her. Those creatures really disturb her, looking somewhat like the mercury alien that had inspired the United State's government to arrest her. But, that was neither here nor there.

Teru Mikami,

I've heard your sorting was complete. Are you still interested in having dinner together?

Maddie

[Open RP] Auror-in-training

[papayagami.livejournal.com]

The best way to get over a disappointment is to drown yourself in work.

Okay, not really, but that's what Soichiro's doing right now, and besides not thinking about how he can't shut his mouth, his motivation's twofold.

Mikami is here and potentially dangerous. And could possibly make Light a danger as well.

And there was going to be a Defense of the Dark Arts class. It was the first class he was genuinely looking forward to, and he wanted to be ready.

So he's in the Great Hall, looking up various spells, counterspells, hexes, etc.

application for Lezard Valeth (Valkyrie Profile games)

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

Glowing blue particles appear in the air of the Sorting Room. At first they are scattered, like insects in a loose swarm.

They coalesce into a humanoid outline. The outline solidifies in a sudden whoosh of displaced air: where there was a luminescent blur, now there floats a young man, dressed for travel in a billowing cloak over sturdy breeches and boots. In one hand he holds a wand whose name is too grandiose to inflict unasked.

He has untidy brown hair, and hazel eyes occluded by round spectacles. He can't be more than a couple of years out of magic academy, surely. He may look like someone you know, though if you came close enough to brush the long bangs away from his forehead (and oh, how he would shiver if you did, if he allowed you that close), you would find no lightning-bolt scar there.

He hovers a few inches off the ground, for the time being, and glances around the room as if expecting an ambush. Seeing nothing, he smiles. When a disembodied voice begins to ask him questions, he answers cheerily, unfazed. Nor does the quill alarm him as it takes down his answers without the guidance of a visible hand.

( 'Did I strike too hard? It is so difficult to hold back.' )

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.

The last question still rankles, clearly. He throws his hands wide in an expansive gesture. He is still hovering rather than standing; the overall effect is of someone about to unleash a critical attack. One that would use up many, many points on that meter at the bottom of your screen. You do have that meter at the bottom of your screen, don't you? No matter. Lezard does not need the meter. His pure awesomeness defies such strictures.

"You'll find I can be very generous. Ask for what you want, and I may decide to grant it."

Go ahead. Take him up on that.




(("I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. LEZARD VALETH!!!
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. LEZARD VALETH!!!.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. LEZARD VALETH!!!.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. LEZARD VALETH!!!"))