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edomedpeddler.livejournal.com

((OOC: This lesson diverges from and ties together the other lessons. You don't have to have participated in previous lessons or have signed up. There are two activities...do as much of them as you wish or just describe what would be done is fine. Just because the mun is a nutcase who does research doesn't mean you're expected to :) and I just realized I was supposed to put this up yesterday, but I got tied up with things...sorry.))

The room is again prepared. Parchment and quills on the desks, Kusuriyuri kneels at the front of the room, waiting. The Western style of teaching still seems a bit scattered to him, but he is coming to understand it better. He nods at each student as they arrive.

When it seems all have gathered, he stands.

Welcome. On the paper before you, please describe the relationship between reason and regret.

( He pauses while the students write. )

we-shall-see.livejournal.com

You don't realize how much you love your job that you hate until you're sitting there, not doing it any more, reflecting on how much fun it was to bitch about and the adrenaline rush you get watching a few thousand soldiers march on your say so.

In fact, very little compares with spying, in terms of 'ways to pass the time.' Which is why Gust is drinking. It's the closest thing to his old work, in that he drank a lot when he was working. Well, not while working, because that's a good way to get shot, but when you ask an agent if he drinks the answer is usually 'hell yes.'

"I never thought I'd be the man on the bar stool, remembering the 'good old times.'"

When he gets back to his real life, he'll have to die young, so this doesn't happen again.

relentlesssoul.livejournal.com

Roxas had been feeling more than just a bit frazzled lately. All the things he thought he had been learning about hearts was proving to be quite useless. Even though he had made an agreement with Demyx to research the subject, he found himself at a mental standstill. The blonde felt terribly wrong inside. He had acted completely unlike himself a few weeks back in Axel's room and hadn't even seen the redhead since then. The last Divination class he had attended turned out to be a bust as well. After debating shooting Axel an owl and chickening out, he decided to make his way to the library to increase his knowledge. There had to be something here that would prove or disprove his ideas. He was quite distracted by his own thoughts however, and could be found at a small table alone with his head resting on an open book, eyes staring at the wall in front of him.

11assumption21.livejournal.com

[[This Walter is taken from about midway through Silent Hill 4, mainly because I go with a certain fan theory that Walter and the younger verson of Walter seen around the game split into two people after the attempt on victim 20/21, and I'm going to use both as one. Plus I wouldn't want to deal with what ending to pull him from had I taken him from after the game.]]

Walter Sullivan had just been minding his own business, killing Hummers (small, flying monsters that look like bats), and traveling between the different sections of his world when suddenly he found himself in a castle. The worst part was that he couldn't leave the room he was in, and there were no holes or doors leading back where he was. 'What's this?' thought Walter, perturbed by the change of scenery.

It was then that he notices a document with a pen next to it. He takes a quick look at the paper before filling it out in good humor. Just something to do until he can leave.

( It's the 11/21 man! )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____11/21____
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___11/21___.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___11/21___.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ___11/21___"

mid-west-egg.livejournal.com

Nick Carraway is a Hufflepuff. However, sooner or later all Hogwarts students find their way to the Ravenclaw bar. He has a gin and tonic, and he's placed a doily carefully under the glass so as not to mar the finish of the piano. He plays piano the way someone might lay bricks: methodically, without verve, though taking pleasure in a job done properly.

It's a rainy afternoon, and the drops against the windowpanes of Ravenclaw Tower syncopate the tunes he plays, adding a frisson of feeling.

Gatsby is up to something. He knows this. He doesn't want to know what the something is, because he doesn't think he can bear seeing Gatsby fatally disappointed once again when the latest scheme fails to flower its hoped-for result. He doesn't want to be around Gatsby when the man's inner barometer rises too high, the pressure too much, and confidences must be made. So Nick is steering clear. He's playing piano and letting his mind wander.

Current Mood: moody
Current Location: Ravenclaw common room

fondofcabinets.livejournal.com

The sound was loud and vulgar. It sounded as if a large blemish or boil had finally come to and decided to pop. The whole experience however, wasn't as unpleasant as the sound. The air around Draco actually smelled quite good and he felt almost as if he was glowing with a strange sort of warmth.

The downfall was, of course, that he was covered in thick, sap-like butter. His robes, his embellished and expensive robes were now ruined and he doubted if he would ever smell normal again. Draco grabbed the globs and cakes of butter from where he could- it was everywhere- and struggled to get it off of his hands.

He looked around and recognized Hogwarts. These halls were hard to miss, and Draco became nervous. It wasn't about the butter, or the yellow tinge to his robes anymore, but now about why he was in Hogwarts and who was there with him. This isn't what he remembered last. This isn't what he would have planned.

This isn't the way it was supposed to be.

drunkexguardian.livejournal.com

"Oh, goddammit." The words sounded more pissed than surprised. The woman who had just appeared in the Sorting Room smelled strongly of blood and beer, and when she pushed back the hood of her cloak enough to take in her surroundings her face looked severely annoyed.

"Hm." She pulled up a lock of hair to examine it. Currently--though it would have been hard to tell, cloaked and hooded as she was in her burgandy cloak and dress--she looked almost exactly as she had after her... incident... twenty years ago: long, curly red hair without a hint of gray, blue eyes with no crow's feet accentuating them, and looking for all the world like a woman in her mid-twenties. She frowned. Isn't that interesting. So this probably wasn't anywhere that could technically be called "the real world," then. Out there, she looked older.

She saw the parchment on the room's table, shrugged, and walked over to take a look. As she walked, her feet (bare but for burgundy wrappings, which also adorned her hands and arms) never once touched the room's floor, instead seeming fixed about an inch above the ground.

( Sie müssen sich an Sterne krallen (ganz fest)/ damit sie nicht vom Himmel fallen )

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

((Yes, she's a fallen guardian angel. Her canon says: "There is something of the divine about [Lee]. But rather than suffusing [her], it hangs over [her] like a shroud." Therefore, anyone with the ability to sense that sort of thing has the go-ahead to do so without asking me.))

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open RP: Nick is pensive.

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