Application: Sansa Stark, A Song of Ice and Fire

[castleinthesnow.livejournal.com]

A beautiful girl dressed in a modest medieval gown appears in the Sorting Room. She looks around briefly, clearly surprised and disoriented, then takes a seat to fill out an application, carefully minding her sleeves so they don't get smudged with ink.


1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
White cheese? I didn't know they had names. I suppose I like white cheese because... blue and green smell horrible.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Those are strange names, who are they? I wouldn't... Why should I kill either one? They're nothing to me.

3. What time is it where you are?
Just after breakfast, midmorning. I was going to the sept. Lord Robert hates it and won't go there, which gives me some peace. I don't know where I am though.

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Who? What? I'm married. Or betrothed, I suppose, whichever pleases you better.


5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
Bastard girl I might be for now, but barmaid I am not. Not yet. Still, I have poured wine during my father's Petyr's Lord Baelish's meetings with the other Lords of the Vale, in the Eyrie and at the Gates of the Moon. Will either of those names do?

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
Harry? Do you mean Harrold Hardyng? I don't know this Fred or George and Harrold Hardyng is by way of being betrothed to me, I'm told... neither one is a Royce? If one was, that would tie the... please, why are you asking me? I don't know these things.

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
I have no head for paperwork, none at all, truly. You should talk to your steward.

...is there a fireplace near your desk?

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
I can sing, play the high harp, and sew very well. I know my letters and all my heraldry. Oh, and with the rest of my family dead (except for Jon Snow who doesn't count), I'm the heir to Winterfell and the North. Not that that means anything really anymore.

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.
I don't have a lot with me, but I suppose I'm willing to offer whatever I have. I'll sew, I'll play. I've got several stories about the Winged Knight memorized. I have gotten really much better at running a castle and managing things. And I suppose it's lucky I decided to wear some jewelry today.

I won't offer to sing, though, unless I have to. I have had my fill of songs.

Comments

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

Married, or betrothed, which is it?

[castleinthesnow.livejournal.com]

Both, I'm afraid, ser. I was given to someone, and was recently promised to someone else. Though of course there can be no second marriage unless I am made a widow.

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

That is something of a dilemma. To whom do you find yourself married, and to whom betrothed? I take it neither of these matches was by your choice.

[jaime-lackhand.livejournal.com]

"Oh, joy. Another bloody Stark. First, I can't find either of you, now I find both of you. Fucking brilliant."

Jaime rolls his eyes, and stares at the girl.

[castleinthesnow.livejournal.com]

"Ser Jaime?" Utter shock and bewilderment. He was supposed to be in King's Landing, or at Riverrun.... Was the queen here? Was she? Sansa just barely stopped herself from shrinking back and looking around. If Queen Cersei were here, everyone would know. "...both of us?"

[jaime-lackhand.livejournal.com]

"No, Bran the Blessed. Yes, Ser Jaime. And yes, both of you. The other little dire wolf is here. You know, your sister?"

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

*with a curtsy* Elizabeth Bennet, Miss, at your service. May I inquire as to your answer to the fourth question? If I am not reading incorrectly, are you both married and engaged, at the same time? *shakes head* You can not be much older than my younger sisters, and to be put into such a position....

[castleinthesnow.livejournal.com]

*returns the courtesy* Sansa Stark, my lady.

I am married, and quite recently my... guardian, I suppose, concluded a marriage contract for me. My lord husband would have to die in order for me to fulfil the contract, and it seems less and less likely to happen, so I try not to think too much about it.

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

*blinks* Well... you have handled such an unusual circumstance most admirably, and I am indeed sorry that you should be placed in such a position.

Forgive my rudeness, but may I inquire as to your age?

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

Not commenting on her marriage status--'cause God knows the girl's getting grilled on it enough--Mel steps forward with a smile.

'Hey, I'm Mel. Welcome to Hogwarts.'

[castleinthesnow.livejournal.com]

Sansa returned the smile. While the questioning wasn't so bad - she wasn't being questioned about being a traitor - it was nice to have a break. "Sansa Stark, my lady. I'm pleased to meet you."

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

She grins. 'Good, I'd hate it if you were depressed. What brings you here?'

My lady, she notes. Another olden-days one. The gown could have told her that much, though.

[borat0sagdiyev.livejournal.com]

If you cheat on your husband, he should crush you. Why do you allow to be ready to marry another man?

[runaway-stark.livejournal.com]

Arya grabbed Needle and glared at the man. "Nobody is going to crush my sister. I'll kill them if they do. I'll stab them in the gut and leave them there to die."

[borat0sagdiyev.livejournal.com]

Don't you threaten me, woman! Go back to your cage!

[castleinthesnow.livejournal.com]

I... what? I have done no such thing, ser. I've no choice in the matter.

[runaway-stark.livejournal.com]

"Sansa?" Arya, dour and unkempt-looking as ever, grinned wildly to see her sister. "You're here!" As stupid as she thought her sister sometimes was, she was still family and Arya had never wished any harm to come to her. "Sansa, I'm so sorry for everything! I'm sorry for everything I ever said about you, and I'm glad you're alive and if the Imp or the Kingslayer come near you, I'll hurt them for you!" She remembered her promise to herself and curtseyed like a lady, blinking tears away. "I missed you!"

[castleinthesnow.livejournal.com]

"ARYA!" Sansa, for her part, completely discarded her courtesies (and worry about dirt) and ran over to cling hard to her sister and kiss her once on each cheek. She'd thought she had no tears left after Robb and her mother, but maybe happy tears came from somewhere else. Arya was practically a boy, and never wanted things to be nice, but it was so wonderful to see her again. "Arya! Oh, I thought you were dead and you have no idea how pleased I am you're not and I'm glad you escaped and what happened to your hair?" The last question could safely be ignored; Arya's hair just happened to be right there to be questioned. "And you were right, about Joffrey and the Queen, and I beg your pardon for everything I ever said, too."

My sister, my sister, my sister.... They'd be back to fighting sooner or later, maybe, but for now it was just too joyful. "Don't hurt either one, you mustn't. Tyrion my lord husband, and was kind to me, and Ser Jaime...." She thought a moment, then realized she couldn't really think of a firm reason why Arya shouldn't except for, "It would be difficult if you hurt my lord husband's brother."

[wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com]

*smiles; Galahad finds this girl's mindglow sweet*

Hi. I'm Laura. *waves* And this *points to treecat on her shoulder* is Galahad. He's mostly friendly.

Can I hear about this Winged Knight person?

[castleinthesnow.livejournal.com]

Sansa Stark, my lady. I am pleased to meet both of you. *slight curtsey*

Certainly. The Winged Knight was Ser Artys Arryn, who fought against the First Men of the Vale and their Griffin King. The gates were all closed to him, so he convinced a giant falcon to allow him to ride on its back, all the way to the top of the Giant's Lance, to the impregnable Eyrie. There, he challenged the Griffin King to single combat. They fought three days and four nights without rest and would have gone on fighting forever if Ser Artys hadn't been clever.

At dawn of the fourth day, they were in the High Hall, fighting in front of the Moon Door, and Ser Artys signaled to his falcon. It flapped its wings, and the strength of it threw open the Moon Door. Ser Artys pressed his attack hard, and both flew out the Moon Door into the rising sun.

But the falcon only saved the Winged Knight, and the Griffin King kept falling. The First Men fled when their king was killed, the Winged Knight was named King of Mountain and Vale, and the land was renamed the Vale of Arryn in his honor.

There are lots of other stories, but they're mostly the same as everyone else's stories. He ran down a white stag while he was hunting one day, and instead of killing it, he touched it and did it no harm... things like that.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

Hullo! Do you really sew? I do a bit of knitting myself, but I haven't found many others here who are interested that sort of thing anymore.

[castleinthesnow.livejournal.com]

Yes, I do! I like embroidering the best, but I can do plainer sewing as well. But... not many others, really? That's strange, it's a common occupation for ladies where I come from.

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

My, you certainly have a posse, don't you? Well, well, well ... I had a special request made by a very good friend to Sort the lady Brienne into the same house as your sister Arya, but no one's made that kind of request of me for you!

[castleinthesnow.livejournal.com]

...posse?

Perhaps they are simply uncomfortable asking for multiple favors? Surely you're very busy, with all these people coming and going.

Slytherin!

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

Your bribe has been accepted!

Welcome to Slytherin!