open notice to the school, posted in various locations

[callmewednesday.livejournal.com]

Dear students,

A recent conversation led me to ponder how strange it is you should all be admitted to a magic school without being immediately issued magic wands.

As it happens, I have an old shoebox of wands in my office. No frills, no runic enhancements, no sparkles, just plain wands. I understand the wand is intended to fit the wizard, and all that jazz, so you'll likely want to try out a few before picking one.

I ask only that if you take me up on this offer, you keep the innuendo to yourselves.

- Mr. Wednesday
Professor of Ancient Runes


(( No need to RP out getting a wand from Wednesday, this is mainly an excuse to handwave your char having a wand if you don't want to play out the inevitable wand-shopping trip to Hogsmeade etc. Nothing against such trips, of course, if you enjoy them XD

However if you'd like to RP with Wednesday I shall try to respond without too unreasonable a delay between tags. *g* ))

In the mood for love ((Open RP))

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

There came a time when the distractions of practice, research, and just simple observation couldn't keep Bond from what he wanted.

M, had been clear; he'd crossed a line with Vesper Lynd, and it was affecting his work. Now he was avoiding his ex, and throwing himself into his job. He spent hours in the library and the classroom, researching and practicing, but growing more restless as time went on.

Eventually, he couldn't take it any more. Even a hard workout in Gryffindor couldn't dull his excess energy. Boredom, anger, and frustration were things he never dealt with well. His answer to them, and pretty much any other troublesome emotion, was wild, reckless sex. Bond showered and changed, and as he dressed in one of his sharp suits he regarded himself in the mirror. The cold iciness of his eyes had been replaced by something close to hunger. When he wanted company, he always got it.

Leaving Gryffindor, James Bond set out for some unknown destination. He would see where the night would take him.

((To avoid confusion, this RP is staying strictly PG to PG-13. If fade to black worked for Ian Fleming, it works for me. Otherwise, feel free to hit on/make fun of/annoy Bond.))

Application for Clementine Kruczynski from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

[mrsruthlaskin.livejournal.com]

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

Open RP

[daisy-inthesun.livejournal.com]

It had recently occurred to Daisy that she did not have many friends, which had not worried her, until now. There were lots of students here, so why did no one know her? She had talked to a nymph and numerous others but, it was not a friendship as others had, it was more out of necessity. She did not even have someone as bland as Jordan to talk about her boyfriend; it was lonely. So, in an effort to make more friends Daisy went and sat in the Great Hall.

After a while of no one stopping to talk to her, she conjured a piece of parchment and a quill from her room and wrote a sign. Apprehensively, she flipped it to the passing crowd and blushed deep crimson at her words.

I Need Friends. Please Talk To Me.

She was not too proud to beg.

Christmas gifts!

[bone-not-rock.livejournal.com]

Two owls went out, because Billy had only done Christmas shopping for two people so far. Doing things last minute is fun, right? Or so the mun tells herself, because she's snowed in and has only bought one thing so far.

( An owl to Simon: )

( And to Chance: )