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Algaliarept wasn't typically into the business of traveling long distances - Cincinnati and the Hollows bred more than enough people willing to deal with him - but, he felt, desperate times called for desperate measures. 'Times', in this case, referred specifically to the growing lack of those willing to do deals with demons. They were getting smart. Or, stupid, actually.

It was high time for a shift. The minute that the sun went down, Algaliarept misted into appearance and pushed open the door of Hogwarts Castle, walking purposefully inside and into the Sorting Room. He'd heard wonders about this castle.

"Marvelous," he smiled thinly, pushing his round spectacles further up his nose. "Just the place I was looking for." His glasses were finely misted so that nobody could see his eyes, but if one were to look closely, they would see a red blur underneath the grey-tinted glass. However, if anybody had had the dubious pleasure of meeting him before, they wouldn't recognize him now. Gone was the guise of an 18th century gentleman, replaced instead by another very British, but more modern appearance.

Appearance curses were so much fun.

( And so is being a fluent deceiver. )

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