[identity profile] emo-dalek.livejournal.com
After a woefully extended hiatus, I'm now returning back to Hogwarts_Hocus, but due to limited time and my extreme lack of practise, I'm going to have to popcorn most of my characters. So now, officially, the following are kernalised;

Agnes Nutter, prophetess and witche extrodinaire (Good Omens)

Ianto Jones, teaboy and all around whiner (Torchwood)

Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

John Dorian has been popcorned, but is not up for grabs as he has been passed to another mun and will no doubt soon be active again.
[identity profile] nannynutter.livejournal.com
((For any characters who have the need to go there))

Agnes sat on a chair, quietly contemplating things. Like bed pans. Bed pans were possibly the most useless things in the entire universe, they're only there to destroy the patient's dignity, and even at that, they always miss. She would describe it as being sadistic, if she knew what it meant. Of course, on sheer principle, Agnes wasn't quietly contemplating anything, more loudly arguing with concepts in her head. She'd been in a bad mood for the last few weeks, and it still hadn't improved, and on top of that, nobody had been respectibly maimed at the school in days. How was she supposed to enjoy her work when all she got was teenagers arriving to ask how not to get pregnant? Even the girls she could stand, barely, but whn boys asked how they could avoid getting pregnant, she drew the line. I mean, did they have any common sense these days? In her day, all boys knew they couldn't get pregnant unless they drank from the right potion or cast the right spell. Or had an unfortunate incident with a sharp object in their nether regions.

So Agnes sat, loudly arguing things in her head, and drank her tea menacingly (Well, menacingly from the tea's point of view most likely), and ate a biscuit. In a suitably dark manner of course.
[identity profile] toilet-doe.livejournal.com
John tried to ignore the throbbing in each of his legs and his stomach as he adjusted the braces and levered himself into some semblance of a standing position.  He'd gotten the directions for the Hospital Wing from Dr. House the night before.  All that mattered now was getting there.  Unfortunately, it seemed to be an unavoidable chance for his life to suck terribly.

[identity profile] twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com
Jack had made a deal with Agnes in Reinettes sorting and he'd be hexed damned if he was going to miss this opportunity to both annoy Agnes even though he did in an odd sort of way kinda like her and there was always JD around in the Wing for him to happen to drag into a cupboard or closet or office or wherever happened to be closest at that time, but that wasn't really the reason he was there. This time he hadn't stolen any of JD's scrubs, nope he'd somehow got his hands on a labcoat, it was another case of don't ask, won't tell, generally safer. Though there was a pinbadge on the labcoat. He headed straight to the office logical and possibly safest place. There might be someone else there so if he did happen to annoy Agnes and she hexed him, he might get some help if he decided to outstay his one hour and fourty five minutes.
[identity profile] busty-robin.livejournal.com
Lately, Steph had somewhat been neglecting her vigilante training in favor the whole ‘magic’ thing. More specifically, the turning-things-into-other-things branch of magic. It was time for a change of pace. She packed up her Spoiler gear (complete with grappling hook!), threw a few smoke pellets in her pocket, and headed out. Just a quick costume change in the girl’s bathroom, then a shimmy onto the roof. Piece o’ cake.

What Steph didn’t realize was that her sneakers were untied. Years of acrobatic training didn’t hold a candle to than dangers of improperly worn footwear. Walking into the bathroom, Steph tripped, and landed right on the pocket where the smoke pellets were stashed. The room was soon covered in smoke, and Steph was standing right in the middle of it, coughing away.
[identity profile] kahnooloo.livejournal.com
Cheese and crackers, pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes, and pies and tarts of at least a dozen varieties were laid out by house-elves along the sides of the Staff Room. And when all the staff had assembled in the chairs provided (a short chair was even provided for the Easter Bunny), Kahnooloo leapt up onto a desk at the front of the classroom and began to speak.

ExpandDah doo-ay! )
[identity profile] hogwarts-kojiro.livejournal.com
Kojiro's secretarial work for the Headmistress was not always easy. To convey a complex message with a simple "lol" challenged even this mighty samurai ninja king.

It was with joy that he discovered the world of pre-printed stationery.

An invitation went out to each member of the Hogwarts staff. Inside, the following instructions were printed:

What: An all-staff meeting!
Where: The Staff Room!
When: Monday, 21 May, 8 pm!
Why: Because we said so! And to meet the former Headmaster!

Refreshments will be provided!
RSVP or not, your presence is expected!


Owls sent, Kojiro returned happily to his book of sudoku puzzles.

(( The meeting will start at the specified time in gametime, but will probably run for days in realtime, and it's certainly fine if you can't be present at the specified time or want to come in late in real-time terms. Let us know OOCly. ))
[identity profile] corkscrewmind.livejournal.com
Teatime had been stabbed.

This was hardly the first time he'd been injured, of course; falling several hundred feet, being skewered (a little fatally) through the chest with a poker, and losing an eye were simply the most memorable incidents since his adoption by the Assassin's Guild.

He did find it a little fascinating. Dying had deprived him of the chance to examine the first wound Susan had dealt him, so he was taking the opportunity to explore his current injury with his fingertips. It was the sort of thing that ought to have been somewhat awkward, as the slash was on his blind side - but somehow he managed to do this and follow Dr Maturin's tiny house elf through unfamiliar corridors without a stumble.

Without realising it, they had arrived in the domain of Ms Agnes Nutter.
[identity profile] doctordweeb.livejournal.com
First class, and Daniel was admittedly nervous. It had been ten years since he’d lectured, and he had no idea if he could still do it.

Appalled by the tower’s former décor, he’d gotten rid of the poofy chairs and rather disturbing tablecloths, and replaced the shelves and tables with simple furnishings of dark polished wood. Being Daniel, he’d also had to hang up all kinds of weird artifacts from all over the world, including an extremely disturbing Benin ceremonial mask. At each of the desks he had placed a book, special-ordered from an esoteric book store in Indonesia.

ExpandHere We Go )
[identity profile] nannynutter.livejournal.com
Agnes marged into the radio station angrily and dumped several things down on a table as she quickly marched over to the CDs and picked several out. Scowling furiously, she turned on the mic.

"Attentione Hogwartes, listen to me. I'm Agnes Nutter, ande you're all a bunche of idiotes." she said icily. Bitch Bitch Bitch comes on (Jekyll & Hyde).

ExpandWarte )

"One laste thinge. Professors? Holde some classes you idiotes." she snarled. "Howe can you run a school with no lessons?"

((A special, OOC dedication for all the Doctor Who fans out there! Geraldine Quinn's Spoof, Doctor Who's assistant. Characters won't here this song in the show, muns only!))
[identity profile] twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com
Three days after the letter sent to Agnes.

Jack had been up before JD, not that he'd slept, he was going to be there before JD waiting. Though knowing JD it could backfire and make him worry why he was in the wing. So he'd stolen borrowed some of JD's clothes which didn't quite fit right. But still he'd managed to sneak out early without him waking up. It had been a while since he'd been expected to be somewhere at 7am, though this didn't mean he didn't see 7am most days. He looked a little awkward stood there waiting, though that was more to worrying what Agnes was going to make him do. He really hoped JD would appreciate this. He
pulled at the top he was wearing again and kept waiting.
[identity profile] turtledove-jill.livejournal.com
It had been a couple of months now since coming to Hogwarts, and it that time there had been no classes. Not that Jill found this odd at all, because she'd never been to a school before and so didn't really know about classes. All her lessons had been one-on-one lessons with her teachers, and generally had been the equivalent of on-the-job learning.

The library held plenty of books that she could puzzle her way through to try learning some basic spells, she kept her skills at swordwork honed by sparring with Brienne, and she'd met several interesting people around the place during her few forays out to mingle with people. What she hadn't done so far, and what she had been interested in doing ever since her discussion about potions and herblore with Professor Maturin at her Sorting, was to learn more about potions and to see Agnes Nutter about healing and hospital work. Deciding to do one thing at a time, she left Gryffindor to go looking for the Hospital Wing.

A little while later, Jill found what she presumed to be the Hospital Wing -- it had beds, and people (and house elves) in various stages of recuperation, and people acting all healer-like. She walked in slowly, looking around for someone who looked to be in charge, as she figured that that was most likely to be Agnes.
[identity profile] schizowarrior.livejournal.com
((Backdated to the 13th))

ExpandMental wounds not healing/Driving me insane/I'm going off the rails on a crazy train )

((Anyone who feels like finding an unconscious schizo Warrior Babe, have fun XD))
[identity profile] lilypotter60.livejournal.com
(Mr. Quackers delivers. All notes heavily warded and charmed to spray jelly on anyone else.)

ExpandDuck to Murphy )

ExpandDuck to Madame Nutter )

ExpandDuck to Narcissa Malfoy )

Owls!

Feb. 11th, 2007 06:30 pm
[identity profile] meatheadknight.livejournal.com
An assortment of owls, each warded to cause unsightly boils on anyone other than the intended reader. Neal hasn't had much chance to learn Hogwarts-style magic yet, so the edges of the parchement crackle with spring-green sparks.



Neal pauses and consults a faculty list he picked up, heaven knows where, before writing the last owl.

[identity profile] canes-can-kill.livejournal.com
((Backdated to 24/01/07, during this.))

ExpandHoney badger to Agnes Nutter. )
[identity profile] onceacop.livejournal.com
Hello:

I am interested in restarting the Dueling Club and while it has been brought to my attention that I don't particularly need a faculty advisor, it seems like common sense to ask that the head of the infirmary be involved in any particularly violent activity. I am wondering if you'd be willing to be our faculty-in-charge for the Dueling Club, to supervise and possibly advise at our meetings.

Sincerely,
Karrin Murphy, Gryffindor Prefect

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