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soggynotecards.livejournal.com

Demyx has finally emerged from the depths of Hufflepuff after a realization:

Today is September 19th. Also known as the best day of the year.

He's enlisted a couple of the house elves to put together some suitable costumes and is currently sitting on a raft just off the shore of the lake. He'd be dangling his feet in the water, except it's Scotland and even though it's only September that would probably just be stupid even if the lake wasn't full of grindylows and things. Either way, he's attempting to teach the house elves he's co-opted a suitable song.

"C'mon, try it again. With catlike tread, upon our prey we steal! In silence dread, our cautious way we feel! No sound at all, we never speak a word! A fly's footfall would be distinctly heard! And you've got to sing it louder than that, too - that's part of the joke, it's a really loud song."

He demonstrates, singing the lines again - at the top of his lungs. The fact that he can get the sound of a full orchestra out of one sitar is probably magic all by itself. And yes, he realizes that Gilbert and Sullivan's pirates don't exactly sound like the pirates you're supposed to talk like, but it's in-theme, right?

( Everyone else below... )

amandagraystone.livejournal.com

((WARNING: spoilers for all existing episodes of Caprica))

Land on your feet, in a crouch. Amazed. Hands outflung as if in flight. Fold your arms, unfold them, stretch one out before you and study your hand in amazement. Same scarred wrist. Run a finger over the keloid ridge. Reach up to feel your face. The back of your head. Fingers clenching in your own hair. Think you ought to have a headache. Experimental pull. Yeah. It hurts to pull your hair. You have sensation. Full range?

You are embodied and aware.

You always knew who you were and now, in a blink, you suspect where it is you've jumped. Before you even look around.

( They say that surviving is the punishment for leaving things left unsaid. )

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

shifter-mordi.livejournal.com

Being unexpectedly transported to an unfamiliar castle wasn't the most inconvenient thing that had ever happened to Mordi, but it was going to put a crimp in his afternoon plans.

He looked like a businessman who'd been dressed by Batman. Mordi's fine Italian suit was offset by a flowing cape and binoculars clipped to his belt. "Hello? What's going on?" He looked around for the person who had teleported him, but didn't see anyone. Maybe they had the power of invisibility, along with teleportation.

Then he saw the paper on the table, and the feeling of confusion drained away to exasperation. "Paperwork," he sneered. Even on a good day, Mordi radiated smarminess and condescension. The sneer wasn't anything special. "You brought me here for paperwork?" The "you" being the Venerate Council, of course, but on closer examination there didn't seem to the multiple forms (all in triplicate) that were the hallmark of the Council's paperwork.

Knowing that if he blew off this form, there'd be even more down the line, he hunkered down and filled out the questions.

( Kidnapping is so pass�. )

((I have permission from Simon Tam's mun to use the same PB. Meta is encouraged.))

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

sincethe900s.livejournal.com

George had said that Holy Roman Empire belonged with the brave people of the house of Gryffindor. But on the other hand, it was only after that talking hat with the candy had announced him welcomed to Hufflepuff that Holy Roman Empire had finally found himself able to leave the room. This meant, the nation supposed, that he’d been sorted into his sleeping arrangements.

And therefore, although he wasn’t looking to go to bed, it was time to do a little reconnaissance and find out what the territory and people of this Hufflepuff were like.

Holy Roman Empire had no idea where Hufflepuff—or Gryffindor, for that matter—was located. But, still convinced this was a dream, he walked through the halls of Hogwarts without any hesitation. He had complete confidence that wherever he was supposed to go would appear before him any moment now in a rather obvious manner, or someone would conveniently show up to point out the way.

For someone who had no clue where he was or where he was going, Holy Roman Empire certainly walked with all the purpose of an advancing army.

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.]]

yggdrasilgnawer.livejournal.com

((Apped with approval from relevant characters. Apologies to the mods for taking ages to post this up, RL's been getting in the way.

ETA: Sorry for the massive slow down on replying! Am currently in another country for boring work stuff. I also get to see Dethklok... twice. \m/ RL's very hectic right now, I'll get back to tagging regularly when I'm less frazzled.))

His purpose thus fulfilled, not even Nidhögg could resist the pull of the Sorting Room any longer. He made use of his forelimbs to gain purchase as he climbed the castle's steep walls, his great leathery wings fanning out, large enough to block out the returned sun and cast the castle into shadow. Perhaps due to some enchantment or other his claws and the sheer bulk of his weight did no harm to the stone.

He investigated several openings in the walls before eventually finding one large enough to permit him partial entry. Bowing his head through it, he continued to writhe until he was able to squeeze his forelimbs through as well, and paused there, peering at his surroundings. The rest of his body remained coiled about the castle outside.

The room, though large and spacious by human standards, felt cramped to the dragon, and an impatiently tapping quill was for the moment his only company there. Then a disembodied voice was addressing him...

( For aeons I have gnawed at the roots... )

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

righteous-pen.livejournal.com

The Baby Sun had been gone for a week, and nothing had spontaneously combusted, been covered in pink sludge or played disturbing music in that time. Mikami had finally accepted that it probably wasn't going to, and that the world around Hogwarts had returned to - comparative sanity.

Which left him free to think of other things. Specifically, the anonymous conversation he'd had on the secret post. He had no idea who the other commenter had been, of course, or whether their circumstances had been anything like his own, whether he should respect or revile them for what they'd admitted. But... God was trying to teach me something. It could have meant anything, it could have been a coincidence, it almost certainly was...

...and still, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

He couldn't just post asking to hear from that commenter again, though. They'd confessed anonymously for a reason, and there were too many other people who'd find it amusing to respond. Something more indirect, then.

Eventually he posted the following, anonymously, in the early morning when there were few people around and not much chance of being caught. Masuyo lay on his lap, occasionally adding remarks like sdffdr and ############# to the post, which he carefully edited out again. He hadn't been quite comfortable leaving her behind.

Have you ever communicated with a god, or other 'higher power', directly or indirectly?

If the communication was indirect, how did you know?

What did they say to you?

Do you believe that your life has a purpose?

Anonymous comments are encouraged. Please do not feel obliged to answer all questions if you don't wish to.

That done, he returned to his room. He'd check back later.

bigredbernard.livejournal.com

Andy Bernard had come to Hogwarts with baggage. To house-elves he had entrusted his suitcase and even his messenger bag, but the banjo case he insisted on carrying himself. Its strap rumpled his suit jacket and diagonally bisected the neat front of his shirt (point-collar classic-fit dress shirt in glacier stripe, clashing with his Northwest-tartan wool tie, both by J. Crew).

"I'm comin' up so you better get this party started!"

How better to announce his arrival than with an a cappella cover of Pink's 2001 hit single?

( I'm, like, really freaked-out and confused. ... I haven't freaked out about a decision like this since I had to choose between Here Comes Treble, Treble in Paradise, the Trebleshooters, and the Finger Lakes Maestros. )

((Posted with the approval and encouragement of the Office muns))

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

mirror-noldor.livejournal.com

Whatever forces or magic moved the mysterious popcorn room seemed to be quite active lately. There was another shifting among the kernels and another resounding *bang* as a former student of Hogwarts appeared in a hail of butter and salt. A statuesque woman of etherial beauty stood in the middle of the hallway. Galadriel, the Lady of Lorien had returned.

She had marched with the Noldor in their flight from the Valinor. She was no stranger to combat, cold or other hardships that had been visited upon the her kin in their travels across Middle Earth. However, she was quite confused to find herself standing in the middle of a castle hallway, her pale silver gown and long silver blonde hair streaked with some strange oily substance. Experimentally, she raised her hand, tasting a bit of the greasy substance on her finger. It was butter. Why did she have butter all over her?

Galadriel cast a glance about the corridor, she could detect no immediate threat and Nenya lay cool against her hand. Still dizzy from the process of unpopping and millenia of memories rushing back, Galadriel found the nearest chair and eased herself into it. In a true testament to her kin, she managed to look regal, despite her rather greasy appearance.

stickyseabitch.livejournal.com

With a wet, drawn out squelch, Ursula entered the sorting room. "The travel arrangements leave something to be desired," she groused. The room was empty except for the table and quill, and that simply wouldn't do.

"You there! Ugly!" she cried, snapping her fingers at a house elf passing by. "I want some shrimp, raw, and something to sit in. Do you want me to dry up?" She could survive out of water, but dehydration lead to wrinkles. The house elf went off to find the biggest kiddie pool ever, and Ursula settled her tentacles under herself and read the application over.

( I don't sign anything unless it's been vetted by a lawyer. Are there any sharks here? )

relentlesssoul.livejournal.com

After everything strange that had happened this morning, Roxas was pleased to find Demyx and even more happy that he had agreed to come out with him. The blonde boy really needed a friend right now. He had just lost Axel to God knows what, his brain was on refried bean mode, and he was more or less confused. Confusion did not suit the young boy. So he took Demyx along to Hogsmeade where he planned to buy a lot of candy and drink a lot of butterbeer. Who wouldn't right?

pixie-jenks.livejournal.com

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

nordic-stoic.livejournal.com

((So naturally I give myself permission to app another Hetalia character, and France-mun did the same. In capslock, even.))

((And feel free to nudge me if you don't understand. Sweden mumbles.))

The blond man's hammer came down upon the table before he realized that this wasn't his carpentry. His head shot up in confusion.

"Tino? P'ter?" No one answered his call, except for a poking Dictaquill.

( 'plicat'n? For what? )

relentlesssoul.livejournal.com

Everything was dark... quiet. Reality seemed to have slipped away for some time for the small boy. His eyes fluttered open for what seemed like the first time in years as his surroundings came into view. His room definitely looked the same, what with his checkered bed sheets and red and white decor. Something felt different though. He had missed out on something and for some reason time didn't seem real to him anymore.

Roxas gently rose from his bed as if learning to walk for the first time. He made his way to the door successfully and feeling up to it, decided to head to the Common Room. He had no idea what the hour was or what the date was for that matter but he was hungry. Finding no solace in the vacant gathering area, the blonde left the dormitory and headed for the Great Hall. It was there that he planted himself at his assigned House table and wished himself some sea-salt ice cream, thoughts buzzing through his unusually empty mind.

gotcake.livejournal.com

There's a giant, metal, robotic, construct hanging from the ceiling in the Sorting Room. When (if?) accepted, she will move to her room and find some other way to get around the castle; but for now, she's here. And since she's an insane computer built by people who were potentially even more insane, being here doesn't really elicit more than vaguely curious staring. And a desire for cake, but that went without saying.

"Hello?" she called out. "Is anyone there?" And if there was a slightly plaintive note in her computerized monotone, well, could you really blame her? Life just wasn't worth living without people to do research on.

( Fine. I suppose I'll fill out this application. By myself. Because no one else is here. )

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

bar-en-lothglor.livejournal.com

((Pertinent details: Pointy-eared Elf-Lord, older than dirt. I'm playing it as though the two Glorfindels in Tolkienverse are one and the same, as the author himself said was the case. Upon being resurrected, Glorfindel was granted ~~Mary Sue~~ powers on par with the Maiar (aka Gandalf and Saruman and the other Istari). In other words, mad powah. For the sake of clarity I reckon this puts him below beings such as Mr. Wednesday and Amaterasu (and possibly Smaug and Ancalagon, in a physical fight), above the various angels/demons/kitsune/shinigami, and probably on par with, well, whoever falls between those groups.

Supernatural types may see him closer to his true form, "shining with an inner light... as if through a thin veil" and such; not blinding (unless you desire comedic effect), since only other Elves would see his true form, it just marks him as having "great presence in both the Seen and Unseen worlds".

To conclude this teal deer: Apped with permission. I'm also ESL, so apologies for any bizarre grammar that may slip through.))

Glorfindel was tall and straight; his hair was of shining gold, his face fair
and young and fearless and full of joy; his eyes were bright and keen, and his
voice like music; on his brow sat wisdom, and in his hand was strength.

Thus had the Elf-Lord once been described, and even now did it hold true. The Elder Children of Ilúvatar were not bound to the mortal plane as Men were, nor did the passage of time leave its mark upon them, save in learning and memory alone. What could accurately be called an otherworldly appearance was perhaps less so at Hogwarts, where the extraordinary had become nearly commonplace.

Beside Glorfindel stood his friend and companion through many journeys, the white Elf horse Asfaloth, his headstall and reins (there was no bit) studded with gems and adorned with small bells that produced a light tinkling whenever the horse turned his head, as he did presently to watch Glorfindel approaching the table bearing quill and parchment. The hood of the Elf's heavy riding cloak was already thrown back, and he bent closer to read what was written.

( Man anírach cerin an le? )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG.

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them.

I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.

One day, marmalade will rule the world.

nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com

The following anonymous post appeared on the compy network.

For the purposes of curiosity...

If you want to play, let me know in a reply to this thread, and I will pick three people currently in attendance at Hogwarts.

Which would you have sex with?
Which would you marry?
Which would you kill, provided that there weren't a no-kill spell?

If anyone else wants to assign choices as well, that would be grand!

((Edited to fix the rules. The mun has never actually played this game herself.))

Current Mood: curious

psy-nuisance.livejournal.com

They'd been grabbed right off the street, shoved into a van. Rat hadn't been able to get a punch in. Sage remembered one last glimpse of the Florida sun as the van doors slammed shut, the guy's arm around her as he held the cloth to her face.

Sage woke up on the stone floor, mouth tasting of cotton balls, unaware that she was now a candidate for the prestigious Hogwarts Albino's Club.

"Where am I" she asked and then more urgently "Where's Rat!?" Then again, no one who knew anything about them would keep them in the same room. She calmed down a bit. "Is this SHIMMER? If so, I like the redecoration! Finally, someone around the place with a gothic sensibility. And where are you keeping my brother?"

She noticed the scribbling pen and paperwork. ( What do you want with us, jerks? )

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

((Note of warning: Sage is an empath who can read people's memories if they have strong emotions attatched. At times she deliberately reads people's embarassing and/or sexual memories...yeah.
I'll try not to godmod. Any inability to read people can be explained by their talents, will, or just because of a privacy spell around Hogwarts.
This is an experiment. The character has the potential to become really annoying. Oh, and there may be Language.

Extra note:Despite the icons, IC Sage is described as "hideous", although the main character may be a bit prejudiced.))

ninja-lizzy.livejournal.com

It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that despite a young woman's possession of a calm and sensible temperament even at the best of times, if said woman comes to consciousness in a room surrounded by cases containing popcorn kernels and covered herself in a fine layer of grease, she will not take it well.

Such was the case for Elizabeth Bennet. The first thing she did upon her sudden wakefulness was to reach for her katana. To her dismay, however, she carried neither katana nor musket nor even ankle dagger.

"What mischief is this!" cried she in indignant tones. "Where can I be, weaponless and with no idea whether there are unmentionables about!"

Being a resourceful young woman, she endeavoured to clean the salt and butter from her person as much as possible. She had vague recollections of this place. Hogwarts, she thought it was called. She should go somewhere called Ravenclaw. Oh, yes, and Mr. Darcy was here. Of the scourge of unmentionables that had been plaguing England, she was less clear. It seemed to her she ought to remember if any of them were here, but she couldn't.

Well, there was nothing for it. She would sally forth from this room of popcorn kernels and see if she could locate someone she knew, even if that someone should be Mr. Darcy, and make them explain what the meaning of all this was. Then she resolved she would find a weapon and work off some of her excess energy by hunting Unmentionables. If there were no unmentionables--although why that should be the case given that there were *always* unmentionables--she supposed she might meditate and hope for a clear mind. And if there were no place in which she could meditate, she could always go write a letter to her dear friend, Charlotte Lucas, who she hoped had not been too stricken by the strange plague.

Thus satisfied with her plan, Elizabeth took herself away from the popcorn room, in as gay of spirits as she ever boasted. She did glance back over her shoulder in time to spot her name on the plaque of names outside the door. It was slowly fading, as was the name of Mr. Darcy. What this could mean, she was sure she didn't know, though she intended to find out. At swordpoint, should it come to that.

((For those of you who have not been alerted to my evil plans, I am taking Elizabeth from this version of Pride and Prejudice. I highly recommend this new ultraviolent version of Austen's comedy of manners to all lovers of crackfic, which, hopefully, you all are. Also, this is Brienne-mun, the one who is, OOCly, totally blind. Should anyone have time to hunt up appropriately kick-ass icons for this journal, I would be grateful...))

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: Outside the Popcorn Room

hungry-noteyes.livejournal.com

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
I don't actually care for cheese.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrot Top?
Carrot Top. He's an actual human, and therefore ought to know better. (Plus I like his eyes.)

3. What time is it where you are?
Nightmare Time

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 are these people, and why would I be interested in them?

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. 'Blind Man's Pub'
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.) Again, who?
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. Your idiot boss keeps giving you more. (Duh.)
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless. I'm a knife expert and I am very hard to hurt.

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.
Your worst enemy's eyes. On a platter.

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

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[open rp, halls] I came, I saw...

[Open RP] Oh boy Secret Santa!

[Application] Nidhögg, the Völuspá.

compy post: conversations with god(s)

Andy Bernard (The Office, US)

Galadriel returns! (unpopping, open RP)

Application for Ursula: The Little Mermaid

Closed RP (Roxas/Demyx) Hogsmeade

Unpopping a Pixie! ((open rp, Jenks - the Rachel Morgan series))

[Application] Sweden (Berwald Oxenstierna), Axis Powers Hetalia

(Open RP) Great Hall

Application: GLaDOS - Portal

Application: Glorfindel (Tolkienverse)

Compy Post: FMK Meme

Application: Sage: Lord Vishnu's Love Handles

Open RP - the Unpopping of Elizabeth Bennet

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