[[OOC]] The Wiki and The Tropes

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Soooooo, I may have completely accidentally revived the wiki a bit when I admitted in the chat last week that I had been making a TV Tropes-esque page on hogwarts_hocus, which we then decided should go on the wiki, for easy editing and all that jazz.

So. Feel free to look at the H_H Tropes, add your own examples, and update the wiki if you like!

[Application] Sweden (Berwald Oxenstierna), Axis Powers Hetalia

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((So naturally I give myself permission to app another Hetalia character, and France-mun did the same. In capslock, even.))

((And feel free to nudge me if you don't understand. Sweden mumbles.))

The blond man's hammer came down upon the table before he realized that this wasn't his carpentry. His head shot up in confusion.

"Tino? P'ter?" No one answered his call, except for a poking Dictaquill.


( 'plicat'n? For what? )

Return of Titus Pullo and Arya Stark (AKA Vegas and a cheap buttery alternative to therapy. Open!)

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She was safe, she was warm, and the whole situation was very much like being asleep. And then with an abrupt pop!, Arya Stark was salty and buttery and very much wide awake.

She was disoriented for several seconds, trying to mesh two distinct memories of where she had just been. The first set was of Braavos, and the House of Black and White, and going to sleep after drinking a cup of bitter milk. The other was of this place, this castle... Hogwarts, she thought, and faces flashed in her mind, at once familiar and alien. Memories of most of her family here, though they were more impressions than images. And memories of some time before, coming back into the school to check in with her temporary guardian Kal, only to find his name on the plaque. It had been the last in a chain of... something... and she had stopped fighting and gone to sleep.

"Welcome back," said a man's voice from somewhere above her. She wiped greasy butter out of her eyes and looked up, seeing a large, burly man in a garishly-colored button-up shirt left open over a white undershirt, a pair of short trousers cut right around the knee, and a pair of worn-looking leather sandals in a style that she'd never seen, not even in Braavos where travelers from all over came. "Nice little pigsticker you've got there, eh, girl?"

Arya looked around her and found a sword--her sword, Needle--next to her and covered in as much butter as she was. She grabbed for it and started to try and wipe it off on the leg of her own cut-off trousers, but it did absolutely no good. The man chuckled. "Here," he said, reaching into a bag that he carried slung over one shoulder and pulling out another brightly-colored shirt. "Good girl," he said approvingly. "You've a good sense of priorities. You know how to properly care for a sword."

"Of course I do," she said irritably, more at the situation than at the man. The shirt was getting soaked with grease, but Needle looked slightly better than before. "I'm going to be a water dancer."

"Is that so?" the man said with the genial blandness of someone who didn't know what she was talking about. "Good for you, then. Name's Titus Pullo."

Arya looked at him warily, considered that she was holding a sword and he wasn't, and remembered vaguely that she was safe at Hogwarts. "Arya Stark."

((Both Arya and Pullo are available in here. Come on in and say hi!))

Three owls

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One owl carries a homemade card to the staff of the ( Hospital Wing )

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One owl carries a note and a fruit basket to ( Igor )

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The last owl carries a letter and a clean blue handkerchief to ( Laura de Winter )