In which detention serves a useful purpose for once. (closed RP, for now)

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All in all, Lezard Valeth felt his Sorting had gone rather well. He had met a kindred spirit of sorts. More than one, really, for the Sorting Hat had recognized his potential and Sorted him into Slytherin. Lezard decided he very much liked the Sorting Hat: its mindset was so very much like Lezard's own.

(Read: perverse and more than a little insane.)

Now there was the silly business of detention to deal with. Lezard had no immediate plans to overthrow the current system of order at Hogwarts, and therefore would humor its bureaucratic machinations for the time being. Turlough's threats of torture at the caretaker's hands meant only amusement for Lezard, since the things he'd done to himself with the aid of the Philosopher's Stone (no, not like that!) had rendered him impervious to such attacks. Indeed, when the very Lord of the Undead had rushed at Lezard to halt the Sovereign's Rite, the Lord's bulky body had passed right through Lezard, as though the mage had become immaterial. Which in fact he had, selectively. He could be as solid as he wished (how else to hold his valkyrie love?) or dissolve into motes of light.

He looked forward to baffling the Hogwarts staff.

Therefore he was less than thrilled when, at the end of his Sorting, a little green house-elf came shambling up to present him with a note: Schedule change. Report immediately for your detention to Groundskeeper Vislor Turlough at the mangosteen grove.

Irritated, he followed the elf out of the castle and onto the grounds. What he beheld pleased him: the edge of the grove was perfectly regular, a crescent seen on the horizon, and he knew that a view from above would show it as a green circle, unnatural, his mark on the landscape of this country. A summer breeze fluttered his cloak and wafted the scent of tropical trees toward him.

As he entered the grove, he tapped his fingers in a light rhythm along the Wand of Apocalypse's shaft.

The groundskeeper awaited.

Closed RP: WOAH, we're going to Ibi--Scotland.

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Maia's not one of the English breed of travellers. She would not ever wear socks with sandals, for example, nor wander into a warzone and ask the leader of the guerilla soldiers where the nearest cafe was. She's more low-key than that. Her travelling outfit is the same as her normal--black on black, red lips and a smirk--and her bag for the journey is only a deep black leather school bag rather than the suitcase monstrosities you see on the carousel. It whiffs a bit of sulphur.

She's in the Great Hall, examining the list of places to go, attractions to see...Skye's first up. It's not mainland Scotland, not really, and Maia stands a much lower chance of running into anybody she might know there.

He's not late. She's just early.

Confession (closed rp, Mikami and Light)

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Mikami was probably in serious trouble. Technically the soup-induced madness hadn't really been his fault, but that didn't change the fact that he'd declared his alliegance to Kira at the top of his voice in the middle of the Great Hall, and then fired several lasers. Not to mention trying to recruit Phoenix Wright and getting into another fight with Soichiro Yagami. He was still sore from that last one.

He'd spent most of the time since then tending his injuries and waiting for a message from God, or so he told himself. Eventually, though, he admitted to himself that he was only procrastinating. God must not have heard about the incident, and he had a duty to inform him, however terrible the punishment might be.

He didn't owl ahead. He should have, but in his current state he knew he'd only end up rewriting the letter several dozen times, another way to delay the inevitable. So he ran down to Slytherin before his nerve could fail him (hiding in a few empty classrooms on the way, when he heard anyone coming) and knocked shakily on Light Yagami's door.

Owl To Professor Snape ::closed RP::

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Dear Prof. Snape,

I greatly enjoyed our last conversation, however short, during my sorting. I'm afraid I've been tucked away in my room, getting used to this new place, so I have not been sociable. I would simply love for you to accompany myself on a walk sometime soon. A man such as yourself would certainly be a most wonderful guide to the ways of this school.

Respond post-haste if you don't mind.

Mrs. Daisy Buchanan

open RP in the Great Hall

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((Because there are so many closed RPs up ... figured I should post an open one. Come mingle if you like, or meet Miss Primavera, or rescue her from being chatted up by a geeky mage ... ))

Primavera Bobinski is so bored she's playing with actual food. Back in the good old days, if anyone ever accused her of playing with her food, it was Iggy complaining about Kito's latest assignment. This stuff in the Great Hall is a far cry from that. It's not alive, and it's made of pumpkin.

She thought the new kid might be amusing for a while. He's tall and skinny and there's something about him that reminds her of Iggy: some melancholy, some melodrama, some anemia. As she listens to him talk, though, she's getting tired of it fast.

"What kind of homunculus are you, anyway?" Lezard Valeth is asking her, as she yawns and stabs a pumpkin tart with her fork. "No, I mean, really, what kind of homunculus? You're not derived from elves."

Natural Consequences (Closed RP: Kusuriyuri, A)

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((OOC: the day after))

Kusuriyuri needed to talk to A. While the growing confidence was encouraging and the progress was most encouraging, A still lacked an understanding for the results of his actions. He still focused on the immediate to the detriment of the long term, as B's mounting paranoia showed.

He sat in his office in silent meditation for the better part of the morning, trying to sort out what the best way to speak with A about the incident. He wanted A to continue to grow and develop, didn't want to discourage him. But, A must also be made aware of the results of his actions and begin thinking about them.

With a sigh, Kusuriyuri penned a note and asked a house elf to deliver it to A and then bring him lunch.

The contents of the note:

Deshi,

If you are free, please join me for lunch in my office.