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Drizzt found his way to the school grounds, looking up and enjoying what little sunlight was out through a passing cloud. Hogwarts was becoming more of a home to him, though he knew he had much to learn and many ways to adapt.

There was one factor that bothered him, one thing very much out of place that he had only recently remembered out of the thick haze that followed his mind after arriving in this new universe. He was missing a dear friend, though did not know if he would be able to bring her. It tore at Drizzt for days; he wanted to at least try though wild magic and thin lines between planes had near disastrous results in the past.

It was finally time to have his answers and a part of him was willing to make a great risk in the hopes he would find peace from this.

he reached into his belt and produced a small, onyx figurine of a leaping panther and holding it out, hesitating for a moment before sighing and pushing all doubt from his mind.

"Come my shadow," he said.

The figurine turned to mist and soon a 600 pound black panther was looking up at him lovingly. Drizzt laughed with almost a sob, dropping to his knees and throwing one arm around her, nuzzling her fur with his nose.

"Welcome to our new home, Guen," he said. "Feel free to explore.

Soon there was now a dark elf and a huge panther walking around outside.

I never thought the act of just showing someone to their room could be such an adventure in itself. Just hearing Beowulf's tale of getting lost in the corridors and being attacked by a giant sea monster in the process reminded me how much fun everyday adventures can be, a feeling I lost over time. Maybe this place is teaching me to be a bit more lighthearted and not as serious as I have been, a seriousness that has weighed me down too much and taken the fun out of life.

Drizzt looked up from his journal and at the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Since bringing Beowulf back to his room he had found a nice warm seat by the fire and just relaxed, finally looking forward to his upcoming journey in Hogwarts. For some reason though he too wanted a bit more adventure here, though maybe it was finally past time to just relax his sword grip.

He looked at the door, awaiting anyone coming, maybe anyone who would be up for a chat before bed.

Another thing came to mind that made him sigh, conjuring curiosity and some reluctance; there was another dark elf in Gryffindor, a type of drow deity even. At one point he had hated his own evil kind, but now he was becoming more willing to give some benefit of the doubt. Evil drow may have been worthy of some words first and maybe swords later instead of swords first.
For some reason he almost wanted Selvetarm to come through that door, but he quickly shrugged off the thought and looked back down to his journal.

[Slightly backdated to a while after the Christmas party]

Application for Drizzt Do’Urden (Forgotten Realms)

((Spoilers for the Legend of Drizzt Series including The Orc King))

 

Change

It is what happens with the passage of time, whether we mere mortals like it or not.
It is the wave against the rock, the falling of the shore into the ocean.
The challenge is to see this as change and not pure destruction.

It is the circumstance I have been put in, though some changes were easier
to fathom than others. Leaving House Do’Urden and finding the Surface was
evolution that saved my life, made me who I am. Admitting my feelings for
Catti-brie and marrying her was another large step in the right direction,
change I feared but accepted.

The tide has turned, I fear, in a direction more towards erosion than growth.
The wonderful marriage I thought I had was further proven a friendly a
rrangement. The peaceful life patrolling around Mithral Hall has become a
bit harder as of late.

At one point in history, such change would have torn through my heart.
Now, however I see it as a gateway to new opportunities, new adventures,
new places I never thought I would travel, and skills I never thought I
would want to learn.

Maybe change can indeed be good though it wears an ugly
face at times.

-Drizzt Do’Urden

 

A black-skinned elf the size of a short, slender human walks into the
sorting room. His long, thick white hair falls over the white, direwolf fur
stoll of his green cloak. He is wearing a nice gray shirt over plain
leather leggings and high black boots. A sword is strapped to each
hip.

He walks in and looks at the application, taking a quill and
pondering.

 

 

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