[identity profile] hernes-son.livejournal.com
Without warning, he returned.

Time held little meaning in the Great Forest. All Robin knew was that he had been here, to this place, this… Hogwarts… before. How long ago and what had happened to him here was unclear, his memory of those days hazy at best.

Now he found himself in a room full of… somethings. Deliciously scented, buttery white puffs. His stomach rumbled and he raised a hand to pat his midsection, finding his tunic unaccountably greasy. And not just his tunic. He looked down in surprise.

Robin cocked a brow. Was he, himself, covered in… butter?
[identity profile] lovereallybites.livejournal.com
Bats in the belfry. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____Cee_______
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. _____Cee______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______Cee_______"
[identity profile] 5by5-lehane.livejournal.com

The door to the popcorn room flew open with a bang and out stalked a curvy brunette, covered in butter and looking none too pleased with the situation. Faith Lehane looked down at herself and scowled. Her favorite leather jacket was ruined. Not to mention her jeans and the new slinky top she had borrowed swiped from Buffy’s closet the day before. Perfect.

The Slayer folded her arms and tapped one booted foot as she looked around. “All right, Red. Not funny. Now c’mon, make with the magic and get rid of this crap.” When there was no reply, her frown deepened. “Wil?” She didn’t recognize her surroundings, and she could pick up no sign of her friends. Come to think of it, she didn’t know of anyone who was cliché enough to operate out of a castle.

Faith checked the inside pockets of her jacket. She was relieved to see she still had two wooden stakes, and a wickedly curved knife in a sheath at the small of her back. In a better mood now that she realized she was still armed, she strode purposefully down the hall, ready to find anyone who could explain where she was, how she got there and that they’d better be able to get butter out of leather.

 

[identity profile] dontmissokay.livejournal.com
((Application approved by the rest of the SPN crew!))

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[A man of just slightly more than average height with a receding hairline, wearing a tasteful and impeccably-tailored black suit, thrusts his hands into the pockets of his coat and looks around the Sorting Room with speculative interest.]

When I said I was looking to hole up someplace out of the way, this isn't exactly what I had in mind... )

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I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _DMO

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] 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. _DMO

One day, marmalade will rule the world. _DMO
[identity profile] gillians-fury.livejournal.com
((Takes place after this.))

I know indeed what evil I intend to do,/ but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury,/ fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils. )

((OOC: Anyone who thinks they might have heard Gillian's psychic scream (or her vocal ones) can assume they did and may do what they like about it! :) ))

((Minor edits for html hoo-ah!))
((Also, this was okayed with Faith-mun before I posted it, I forgot to say. :) ))
[identity profile] fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com
((Backdated to the day BEFORE Valentine's Day, because RL just decided to chill out now instead of yesterday. Feel free to interrupt. Faith won't stab you, I promise.))

Valentine's Day?

Thud.

Valentine's Day.

Snap.

Valentine's Day!

Faith's hair fell into her face and there was an angry smile on her face... but anyone that either knew her or was perceptive enough could see the tears in her eyes. She slashed and spun with her knife, cutting angry hunks out of the unlucky tree that had drawn her attentione. Her knife was growing sticky with sap and she didn't care.

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day. The day of lovers and sweetness and cookie-faces and all of that bullshit. And Faith was not in a mood. She wanted to keep attacking this poor tree until all of her humanity was hacked away along with the wood. She couldn't handle the turmoil in her mind. She couldn't handle her conflicting emotions or the fire inside of her. She was supposed to be reformed. She was, wasn't she? She was all better. No more bad. So why... Why had she...

With a scream more animal than human, Faith slammed her knife into the tree. Hard. With all of her slayer strength even. The sharpened blade slid into the wood easily all the way up to the hilt... and stuck there. Tears were now bubbling up more noticibly in her eyes but she just blinked to drop them down. She sword loudly and set to work getting her knife out.

Fucking Valentine's Day.
[identity profile] fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com
((Backdated to shortly after Gillian was sorted as well as after the Dean incident))
((Semi-Open. If you have business to be there and feel the need to intercede, I suppose you could))

Owl to Gillian, unwarded )

Faith had taken a strange liking to the girl and it was the perfect thing to clear her head. So she'd sent the owl. Kid. Kid. It was an affectionate nickname, like her calling Ginny "Red". She nicknamed everyone. ANd hey, people had earned worse. So it was all good... right?

Faith sighed as she walked out to the grounds, wrapping herself up in a tight leather jacket to ward off teh cold. She leaned up against a tree and looked out across the water. She could only look at it for a few seconds before looking away, however. It was pretty. She didn't feel like looking at pretty things. She felt too dark on the inside.

She reached into her coat and pulled the knife out of her belt. The knife her boss had given her. Her knife. It was beautiful and deadly, the twisting metal sharp enough to draw blood with barely an pressure. Twisted. Deadly. Sharp. Destroyed anything it touched. Just like her...
[identity profile] scarf-love.livejournal.com
Sent with what appears to be the smallest owl he could find. )

After the experience up at the owlery with the owls there and having found the smallest least scary of them all to send his note to Maureen with Mark was outside, for the time, heading back inside but really in no rush as he was dressed for the weather scarf round his neck, hands deep into pockets. He paused to watch the few brave birds in the sky pass over. Removing his hands from his pockets long enough to pull his coat round him a little tighter he looked for somewhere to sit, there was no rush for him to actually be anywhere so he found somewhere to sit, or rather perch he moved his bag with the camera in it before putting his hands back in his pockets.
[identity profile] fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com
Faith sits in her hufflepuff dorm, feeling very very out of place. She hadn't been here in a long time and everything had changed. She sighed, feeling jittery. It wasn't like her to get this worked up. She sighed and started pacing. She wanted to see someone, talk to someone, get out of here. But... who? It's not like she did the whole "friend" thing very much. I mean, back at her stay in hogwarts she had-

An idea sprang into her mind and she moved to her bag and pulled out a pen and paper (screw that parchment crap) and wrote a hasty note.

Owl to Ginny )
[identity profile] ginevram.livejournal.com
((Semi-Closed RP for Faith, Dawn and Ginny, but Harry, Ron, Sirius, and Professor McGonagall are welcome also))

Girl Talk in Slythendor )
[identity profile] thranduils-son.livejournal.com
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
There is a special sugared cheese that my people make, somewhat a delicacy, the cheese itself made from goat's milk. I must confess I favour it a great deal, perhaps more than might be thought healthy, I'm often told in jest.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
I do not perceive either poor creature as a threat, but if they must be disposed of, the red haired Man would be the logical first target. By the looks of him, he could run much faster than the curiously stunted purple dragonish being.

3. What time is it where you are?
The sun rose nearly three hours ago, by my estimation. That means it will be midday in roughly three and one-half hours.

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.
What a peculiar question. I can't claim to know Albus Dumbledore's preferences, and my own are surely no business of yours. (What sort of guild is this?) But I do not like to leave your questions unanswered, so I'll have to choose the most Dwarf-like.

"Mad-Eye"? Is that his name? Yes, I'll choose him. The- method, if I may refer to it as such, would depend on many factors, not least of which would be his willingness to engage in them with an Elf and ultimately be wed to me. You see, Elves do not participate in intimacies of that nature with any save their chosen mate...

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.

A tavern is an unlikely place to find me, and to tend one, in the dark of all things! I've never heard of such foolishness. That would be far from my chosen occupation. But I shall answer your question to the best of my ability.

Journey's End. Does it not have a welcoming sound to it? No? ...Naming an imaginary tavern which I'll never tend is a bit difficult.

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.
Is Harry betrothed to either? The debate would seem, to me, moot if he is not. Too often it is folly to seek the counsel of others in matters of such a sensitive nature. It would be wisest to let his own heart lead him to his choice, for only Harry can know what he feels. If one day I am privy to that knowledge, I might better advise him, if still pressed to answer. Until then I'm afraid I have no argument.

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.
I'm unsure why. This is a question Lord Aragorn or wise Gandalf could answer more knowledgeably than I. If you need assistance in some way, that I can give to you. I can make pretty origami out of all the paper.

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
I pledged myself and my bow to eight companions, or the Fellowship of the Ring, as might be the familiar name to you. I remained true 'til the ending of the Fellowship, through many dark and perilous days. If this does not prove my worth, or rather if I must elaborate on the part I played for those unaware, let it not be said that my skills with bow and long knife are easily dismissed.

I am also a good scout of my people, possess great knowledge of Elven crafting, and my voice is considered very fair in song.

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. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
I explained my skills, and I offer them to the members of this establishment. What have you need for?

I can spare Elven cloaks and weapons, lembas (Elven waybread), and might not mind crafting something for you, if that be your desire. I could plait your hair in any manner you wish. The nimble fingers of Elves can produce many fine things. I hear tell of a dear friend of mine being led here, and indeed if I'm not mistaken I have noticed his own fine work possessed by a few among you? It would lighten my heart if I might be permitted to see him while in attendance here, so I do hope to be accepted.
[identity profile] ginevram.livejournal.com
Inside the Three Broomsticks )

((While screened for female characters under the age of 30, the Three Broomsticks is a public facility, so it is possible for other characters to crash the party. It'll be a lot easier if they're disguised as a female under thirty, though. *wink*))

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