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It suited Mr. Wednesday's purposes that more students should get to know him.

The usual notices were posted in the usual places (common rooms, Great Hall, etc.) to the effect that Office Hours were being held in the Ancient Runes Office by the Professor of Ancient Runes, one Mr. Wednesday by name.

He left the shoebox of old and ownerless magic wands out in the hallway on a chair. His office door had its plaque, Mr. Wednesday, Professor of Ancient Runes, graven in nondescript and standard fashion. Beneath the plaque, into the wood of the door itself, runes were scratched colorlessly and unobtrusively. They gave other names.

prettypendulum.livejournal.com

((OOC: As stated in the reminder post, feel free to RP in this or start your own threads. Some of the poems wander into questionable for work anyway, so we'll just call the whole post not quite work safe and feel free to take things as far as you'd like in here or into your own threads if you want. Yukimura-mun, Kuronue-mun, and Kurama-mun all had a hand in the poetry and if you really want to know, PM one of us and we can tell you who wrote what. Otherwise, the whole point of this is to laugh....which means, really, you shouldn't have things in your mouth when reading the poems. :D If you want a reminder of who asked for what, it's here. ))

Decorations appeared, pink and frilly with an occasional burst of red and tiger-y for the myriad of students who would be celebrating the Lunar New Year. Normally, they would not have bothered with the New Year, but it fell on the same day, so the decorations came across as incidental rather than deliberate. Streamers and unpopable bubbles floated around the Great Hall and those elves tapped to deliver messages. Enthusiasm was something they all possessed in abundance; talent, not so much. Just who had set them up for this or why remained a mystery they would not divulge. Each recipient was found and serenaded, with no respect to any form of musicality, wherever they happened to be at the time.

( Tra-la-la-la-la/A valentine for you/Tra-la-la-la-la/Have a cut tag here, too )

steff-is-a-girl.livejournal.com

( Click here for NSFW shenanigans involving polyjuice, girlie drinks, and porn )

Current Mood: angry

nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com

((Backdated to sometime during the holidays. I'd have put this up sooner except, well, I've been busy.))
Given how well it had worked last year, Amaranth decided that spreading holiday saliva was a tradition that should continue for as long as possible.

Thus it was that, with the assistance of house elves, she made sure mistletoe was hanging above every frequently (and not so frequently) used door in the school. The mistletoe would be charmed to remain levitated over the school for a few days, which was certainly long enough, in Amaranth's view, for gratuitous snogging to commence.

Satisfied with her work, the nymph bounced gaily down the halls, eager to assist anyone should they find themselves in need of a makeout partner.

Current Mood: horny

woocha.livejournal.com

The house elves were arranging presents under the tree, well, what can fit anyway. Some of the bigger and more mobile things were placed nearby. Each gift has a pretty tag saying who it's for.

And where was the dog that arranged all this?

Er...he's sleeping on the table. Lots of yummy treats will do that to you.

[[OOC: Secret Santa gifts are here.

I know, four of you are missing gifts (well, two technically, since two of the characters are mine). Rest assured, you will be taken care of.

People who still haven't posted their gifts, you have until tomorrow to post them. Otherwise, one of the pinch hitters will do so instead.]]

arrogantmage.livejournal.com

To Amaranth, Steff, and Mio, he sends gold heart anklets with a small card to wish them a happy holiday, signed simply with his name. Needless to say, nowhere does he indicate that he's given other people the exact same gift.

To Cathy Dollanganger Marquet Sheffield, he sends a small crystal box which proves to contain a few ounces of candied rose petals. Never mind that the only use for candied rose petals (that he can think of) would be for decorating a cake.

To Oly Binewski, he sends a labeled packet of mineral supplements for her pet eyeball.

To Snape and to Igor, he sends bottles of absinthe.

To Turlough and Primavera, he sends bags of coal.

To Yukimura he sends a bottle of sake, which he very much hopes will not be construed as an invitation.

To Michael Scott he sends a large fruit basket as well as a jar of Boudreax's Butt Paste and a special cushion. These gifts are meant kindly.

To Hagrid, he sends a book called Getting to Know Your Chinchilla.

To the Shoggies, he sends a 12-bird roast.

And to Mystina, he sends a roomful of poinsettias, white and red. Under all the poinsettias is another present: The Elements of Scoring. That's right.

adm-zex.livejournal.com

Zex had spent the weekend discussing the Ravenclaw spa project/flirting with the house elves. The spa project was just beginning to come together, but first he wanted to ask for some opinions.

Owl to Wishbone

( Read more... )

Owl to Amaranth

( Read more... )

Owl to the Hat

( Read more... )

miss-bunny-swan.livejournal.com

( Owl to Rubeus Hagrid )

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Immediately after receiving Lezard's latest reply in their compy-lab back-and-forth, Miss Swan rushed back to Sparklypoo House to get ready for her hot date. A hot date with a man who looked like a man (and wanted to date her and wasn't gay) required a sexy outfit, and Miss Swan knew exactly which one to pick...although that might have been because she had only one outfit that wasn't a plaid jumper over a housedress.

At any rate, there Miss Swan was, wearing what appeared to be a giant stuffed swan around her neck. The neck of the swan wrapped around hers, with the head dangling down over one breast. As one followed the neck down the stout curves of her body, it ended in a white tutulike skirt that was obviously the body of the swan.

Having no idea what Lezard looked like (other than that he looked like a man), she stood there watching with narrowed eyes as people passed by, giving each one the once over to determine if they were her hot date for the night.

Current Location: Outside Sparklypoo House

steff-is-a-girl.livejournal.com

After reading this post, Steff, who was so not over her experience with Lezard, despite all claims to the contrary, sat in front of the compy in mute and abject rage.

Never one to back down from a challenge, she eventually reasoned that instead of replying to Lezard's thread, she should just make a new post. So she logged in with her username--Necrobitch--and composed the following:

You know how, a long time ago, there was a list of dangerous students at Hogwarts? Well, I'd like to draw your attention to one student in particular.

Lezard Valeth, in Slytherin house, is someone I would advise everyone to watch out for. He is a public nuisance for the following reasons:

1. He was the one who released the Death Worm that recently terrorized the school.
2. He likes experimenting on unsuspecting and recently unpopped students.
3. He likes to portray himself as completely innocent, and not the homophobic douchebag that he actually is, especially to innocent people on the Hogwartsnet.

4. That laugh.

Anybody got anything else to add to this list?

((OOC Disclaimer: Lezard's mun approves of this post. This is not a pretext for characters to make nasty posts about each other for OOC wank purposes. Steff is just a little bitter and she wants to start a flame war. So, yeah. Let's all keep it IC and cracky and fun, OK? KTHX.))

Current Mood: enraged

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

Starter Debate Questions:

1) How will you make your House a better place?
2) Are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced?
3) Teamwork is important. How do you get along with the members of your House?
4) If you were to get your ass kicked, who would you want to do it and why?
5) Who is your hero and why?
6) Where my lasers at?

Rules for the Debate:

A. Any persons currently nominated for Prefect may choose to answer or not answer any questions asked.

B. Any Hogwarts student or staff member, including those running for Prefect, may pose additional questions to any or all nominees. If you would like to ask nominees questions, please ask them now ((OOCly: post them in a comment or comments to this post. Be sure to indicate in your subject line that your comment contains questions, and if they are directed to specific candidates, please indicate that, as well.)) Keep in mind that nominees are not required to answer any questions. Voters may choose to take failure to answer any way they would like.

C. Question answering begins immediately, and lasts until the time the Polls go up, which will be approximately 8:00 p.m. Monday, August 24, 2009. ((OOCly that's 8 pm Eastern Daylight Time. ICly it wouldn't make any sense to specify a time zone since they're all at Hogwarts XD ))

steff-is-a-girl.livejournal.com

((Backdated to after this.))

( Sock of hurt/comfort )

( Owl from Steff to Yukimura )

Capping the letter off with a picture of a smiley face with entirely too many teeth, Steff sent the grizzly note with a house elf, who seemed highly glad to have escaped her.

*****

Being able to heal oneself was a wonderful thing, and after some time, Amaranth roused, feeling exactly as good as she had before Steff had come in needing to be sadistic. Amaranth sat up and rubbed her eyes, lingering a moment longer than she should under the covers. Then she got up and dug around in the drawer of her unused (much) dresser for parchment and quill.

( Owl from Amaranth to Lezard )

Current Mood: angry

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There was a shifting among the giant kernels of popcorn. A single large kernel appeared in the corridor and popped with a rather loud bang. Instead of a normal-sized human, a pixie about the size of a large dragonfly appeared out of the resulting mess. A very handsome, but grumbling and butter-sodden pixie.

“Tink’s undies, where in the Turn am I now?” he muttered, wiping the butter out of his blonde hair and the grains of salt off his tunic. Jenks stood up and regarded his wings. “Oh gross, it’s gonna take forever to clean those off!” he moaned."Rachel if this is your idea of a joke, I will pix you for a week!"

Satisfied that he had shaken off enough of the oily residue to take off, Jenks zipped about the corridor, his wings clattering loudly and leaving a trail of brightly colored dust in his wake, a sure sign of his annoyance. When he had cleared his nose of the overpowering smell of butter, Jenks sniffed the air. He knew this place!

Right, right. The magical school in.. whereverhewas. He pulled a tiny bandana with the crest “Gryffindor” embroidered on it out of his belt and mopped his face off. He didn’t smell fairies, which was good, but he did smell all manner of strange creature. The magic felt off somehow, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Wait.. did he smell elves?

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: popcorn room

adm-zex.livejournal.com

Zex woke up in a pile of greasy butter. He swiped at himself, ineffectually trying to remove the grease from his lovely uniform.
Must have been some night last night, but he couldn't remember any of it. No-It was longer than a night. He was somewhere full of humans(!) and it was called 'Hogwarts.' He lived...he lived somewhere called Ravenclaw? It made very little sense. Zex's tentacles wrapped around themselves in fear and confusion. "Am I a prisoner?" he asked himself. At least it didn't seem that he was a prisoner of his own people. He adjusted the pink bow on one of his tentacles, frightened and a little lonely, but still willing to hit on anything that walked through the door.

((Here is the wonderful LJ of the former Zex mun at hogwarts_hocus. S/He put a great deal of work into it and it ought to answer some questions about just who Zex is. And here's more.))

Current Mood: anxious

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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!))

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Valentine Michael Smith was still grokking the great goodness that was Hogwarts, and humanity in general. His perceptions of all of these things were still a bit skewed, but his heart was in the right place.

He'd stumbled onto the computer lab, and, after watching a few discussions, he eventually decided he ought to start his own.

Consequently, a post appeared on the Hogwartsnet under the username "water_ brother":

Attention Hogwarts students!

These are truths I have discovered during my time among the peoples of Earth, most especially during my long sojourn with the giant squid, whose wisdom is beyond measure and who has taught me much of life. Would that I could introduce all of you to him, that you might grok him, in your own turn, with greater fullness:

God is love.
All sentient beings are capable of love.
You are a sentient being who is capable of expressing love.
Therefore, thou art God.

Why not express your own love to your fellow Hogwarts students? Use this space to say something nice to someone you have met. You need not sign your name, as I grok that makes some people uncomfortable.

Current Mood: loved

cockneysplosive.livejournal.com

It had been early in the morning-2 or 3ish-when a man snuck into the Great Hall holding a broom and wearing an invisibility cloak he 'borrowed' from someplace. Using them both, he flew up to the rafters of the Great Hall. There he pulled something out of his pocket and secured it to the rafter, making it invisible in the process. He did this two more times, at different points of the Great Hall.

Having done that, Basher went back to bed.

Fast forward to lunchtime. Basher went there to get some lunch, and see if there were enough people in the room. Luckily, there were.

Opting to go straight into the kitchen, he ducked into a closet in there which had a wall adjacent to the Great Hall. Pulling out and putting on a gas mask, he pushed the trigger on the bombs.

There was no explosion, hell, there wasn't even a visible difference, unless you saw through magic goggles or something. But if you could, you'd be able to see aphrodisiac seep out from the bombs and over the Great Hall.

All right, hat. You wanted a sex bomb, you got one, Basher thought from his closet.

my-soul-itches.livejournal.com

San Francisco was rioting.

( Herein bad things happen, with spoilers for about half of 'Dark Avengers/X-men: Utopia #1.' )

"Sihal novarum chinoth!"

With a rush of magic, she 'ported herself back to Hogwarts and just barely held back from puking all over the stone hallway.

"I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay," she muttered to herself, trying to convince herself that it was true. She wiped at her nose, smearing more blood on her face, and wiggled her wings experimentally. They hadn't been broken again. That was something. As for the rest of her... her bright yellow shirt was a ruin, spattered with dirt and blood from her nose, mouth, and a gash on her forehead. One side of her face hurt from where a really big guy had punched her with his really big fist. And her head really, really hurt from where she had knocked it falling down onto the pavement.

She briefly wondered if leaving Hogwarts to go rejoin the X-men in San Francisco had been such a great idea after all. Getting beat up several times (twice by anti-mutant jerks), having another part of her soul stolen, and helping to fend off an invasion of religious zealot aliens as well as crazy, scantily clad women all pointed to "maybe not."

"Okay. I can do this." She swiped at her nose again, leaving yet another streak of blood across her hand and started forward shakily. Not that she really knew where she was going. It had been a long time since she had been here, after all, and she hadn't known her way around very well then, either. "A little help?" she called, hoping someone would hear her.

Current Music: "Welcome Home," Coheed and Cambria

nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com

Very early on Friday morning, a team of house elves had begun construction of a large and gaudy pavilion, located just outside the window of the groundskeeper's hut. There was a lot of noise going on during this construction, which probably woke anyone currently sleeping in said gamekeeper hut.

Once the pavilion had been constructed, Amaranth swooped in to do some decorating. Soon, several picnic tables, all covered with plastic tablecloths, had been put into place. One table was designated for any food, and another would hold any gifts people would bring to the Turlough-Hagrid wedding reception.

The pavillion was large enough to give people room to move around--even to dance, if they should so choose. A karaoke machine had been set up in one corner, powered by magic. The food table contained a massive, three-layer wedding cake featuring likenesses of Turlough and Hagrid made out of chocolate, for those who had always hoped for an opportunity to bite off either of the grooms' heads, literally. One of the guests, Miranda binewski, had also brought scones, and there were, of course, other perennial wedding reception foods, such as homemade mints, a bowl of macadamia nuts, and both a relish and meat tray. Champagne had been provided for anyone who wished to imbibe. For the tetotalers, the house elves had made several pitchers of Crystal Lite. As with most large events at Hogwarts where food was offered, most of it was enchanted, though Amaranth had not realized this when she commissioned the food order from the house elves.

Amaranth looked around the gaily decorated pavillion and clapped her hands happily. True, Turlough and Hagrid hadn't wanted this marriage, but she was happy to help them celebrate in the best way she knew how.

((The scones were approved by Miranda mun in chat. As with all chocolate plots, the effects of the enchantments will vary according to what you want them to do, so have fun and be cracky. This RP is open to everyone, even if you don't know the characters in question, so feel free to have your character drop in without worrying about a pretext for them to do so.))

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: The Village People - YMCA

nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com

Owls began to circulate the school with invitations which had obviously been typed up in great haste in the compy lab. The invitations read:

You are cordially invited to the combined wedding shower/reception in celebration of the holy matrimony between Vislor Turlough, current groundskeeper, and Rubeus Hagrid, former groundskeeper.

When: Friday, June 25
Where: The Hogwarts Grounds

Please RSVP. Sadly, the grooms do not have an official wedding registry, but one has been opened in their name in Diagon Alley.

We look forward to seeing you at this happy event!

Sincerely,
Amaranth
Unofficial maid of Honor

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Goin' to the Chappel

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

The following message was sent by the Sorting Hat to Rubeus Hagrid, Vislor Turlough, Lezard Valeth, and the nymph Amaranth:

The Sorting Hat requires your presence in the Headmistress' office at once!

The Hat sent the message by house elf couriers. If any addressee showed reluctance to comply, the elves were empowered and instructed to use cattle prods. This would hopefully not be the case.

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Yule gifts from Lezard to his ... friends?

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