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toujours-sirius.livejournal.com

It may or may not have been coincidental, but at almost the exact same time, eight figures walked through the front door of Hogwarts and into the Entrance Hall. Well, seven walked. The eighth blibbled.

( The godfather, the reluctant hero, and the marshmallow )

( The rhinoceros )

( The jokester )

( The swan )

( The boss and the receptionist )

((Time to officially end my unofficial hiatus! Please feel free to throw your characters at any or all of these guys, gals, and marshamallowy-type creatures! Emmie Silvey is still on hiatus, but I will bring her back in a separate post sometime in the nearish future. :) ))

mayhem-george.livejournal.com

When some people awoke from a state of popcornhood, they panicked. Others wandered around confusedly. When it happened to George Weasley, he laughed.

"Brilliant!" he said to the room at large. "Well, I guess we know that's what happened when you use Tail of Newt. Won't be doing that again."

He realized that he couldn't actually remember what it was he'd been experimenting with, except for the fact that it clearly hadn't worked. He knew he was at Hogwarts, and that Hogwarts had gone quite mad recently. He seemed to remember that he approved of this state of affairs. But beyond that, he had little recollection of anything specific. Perhaps this should have bothered him. It didn't. If he'd forgot anything too terribly important, Fred would straighten him out.

Poor Fred! He'd been stuck here, trying to carry on Weasley's Wizard Wheezes all by himself. And pranks were no fun unless you had someone to share them with. George hoped Fred wouldn't be too sore about him not being around.

Oh, well, he'd make it up starting right now. He accioed a few Skiving Snackboxes, some Dungbombs, and a few other odds and ends of wizarding mischief-making, and headed out the door, levatating the products behind him, and began to walk more or less in the direction of Gryffindor, whistling a cheerful little tune.

Current Mood: bouncy

maid-brienne.livejournal.com

Brienne of Tarth was not precisely certain what to do with herself. She'd found herself wandering into the popcorn room earlier this afternoon, and had realized that the school was, very nearly, quite free of Lannisters. When had that happened? Wasn't the fact that Jaime had once again become a kernel of popcorn something she should have noticed? And since she hadn't, what did that say about the rut her life had become?

She'd stared for a long moment at the spot where Jaime's name was inscribed on the plaque, and then she'd turned and walked rapidly away. No doubt Jaime himself would have made mock of her for not having noticed sooner. And that made her wonder--were there any actual Westerosi still at the school? And why was it she'd been keeping to herself so much lately?

Social interaction was not something she was good at, but she was exceedingly good at guilt and self-recrimination, especially when there was no real cause.

Well, there was nothing for it but to put herself out there, and see what news she had missed whilst not having paid attention.

She strode purposefully into the Gryffindor common room and plunked herself at one of the study tables. She removed the wand she'd acquired at some point from its sheath on her belt and with a frown of deep concentration managed to conjure herself a bowl of salted peanuts. (They didn't have this particular snack in Westeros, but nonetheless she was quite fond of it.) She waited a beat, and decided she'd performed the spell correctly, because the bowl of peanuts had not emitted any un-peanut-like screams, and after she ate one, she suffered no ill effects, nor did she feel any strange compulsions, which was a good thing, this being Hogwarts. Satisfied, she shoved the bowl toward the center of the table at which she sat and glanced around, idly curious about who her fellow Gryffindors were these days.

Current Mood: curious
Current Location: Gryffindor common room

missprimavera.livejournal.com

A treasure chest full of perfume? Yes. Primavera and Kurama carried it into the castle together, each holding up one side of the heavy trunk.

Neither was sure who really owned the trunk. Was it Primavera's, because she'd found it? Was it A's, because it had been found in his grove? Was it Lezard's, because the treasure chests (like almost everything else in the grove) had come from him?

So they didn't take it anywhere in particular just yet. Instead they stopped in the Great Hall to have a cool drink and consider the treasure chest's destination at their leisure.

Rather than heft the chest up onto a table, where it would surely scar the wood, they deposited it on the floor between tables, and sat near it. A person who came close enough to investigate -- or who simply had a very keen sense of smell -- would pick up the odd mixture of scents arising from the chest. (Primavera had chucked it down out of a tree before she knew what was in it, so some of the contents had broken, releasing their aroma rather strongly.)

un-locket.livejournal.com

Leo sat in the Sorting Room, staring at the application before him. He was completely mystified by it; from the discussions he'd been overhearing snippets of, it was for some kind of magic school. Now, the only sort of magic he knew anything about was alchemy, and even then his knowledge was limited, but he knew it was nothing he wanted anything to do with.

Sighing and rubbing the back of his neck, he tapped the quill against the parchment. Maybe if he just answered the questions honestly the application would be rejected, he figured. Then he could go... home. If that camp in Kishua could really be considered "home".

He raised the quill to begin filling out the answers.

( WTF. )

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _Leo_
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _Leo_
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Leo_
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _Leo_ ...wait, what?

((And there go my slots for FMA characters. Posted with the approval of the other FMA-muns.))

effing-eff.livejournal.com

"Holy. Fucking. Shit, David Blaine," a voice squawked incredulously from the Hogwarts floor. He pushed himself off the floor and onto his hands and knees. "Ooh, you made a stone floor hit me in the face! Big woop, David Blaine! Big woop! Yeah, you would need effing demon magic to get me on my knees, bitch!" He then jumped up and started to bounce around, like a boxer in a ring.

( Evan Ferguson Was Not Signing a Release )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. I'm not signing a release!
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Not signing this.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. I want my lawyer!
One day, marmalade will rule the world. If you put this on a blog, I'll effing sue you!"

Current Mood: aggravated

busty-robin.livejournal.com

December 25th already! Steph, despite seventeen years of lousy holidays, was actually all about the Christmas spirit this year. And why wouldn't she be? She had friends, family, a pet chicken, and a loving boyfriend. The magic powers were sweet, too. And even better, she was alive to enjoy it all!

So, in celebration of being alive and content, Steph probably went just a little overboard on the present-giving. A flurry of owls were dispatched, most of them carrying colorfully wrapped gifts.

((Edited, because Steph is a much more considerate friend than I.))

( Owls to Benton Fraser, Bob Fraser, Diefenbaker, Ray Kowalski, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Maia, Veronica Mars, Jamie Reyes, Bart Allen, Tim Drake, Lily Evans, Carla Espinosa, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, and last but certainly not least, George Weasley. )

not-tomjones.livejournal.com

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

With a very wet SPLAT!, three slugs and a rat fell onto the table in the sorting room. The slugs were, as slugs generally are, naked and slimy. The rat, however, was looking rather posh in a tux. Groaning, he pushed himself up off the table, only to be confronted with a quill as large as he was, quivering quite menacingly by his nose.

"Well? What do you want?" he asked the quill. Without warning, it swept towards him and almost knocked him over, the continued on without even a nod of apology. "Hey! I say, you there!" Roddy put up his dukes. "Try that again, why don't you?"

The quill did as asked. Roddy shrieked and dove out of the way, only to find himself pinned between the quill and an ink pot. "Please don't kill me," he groveled, and if by magic the quill moved away. It was then that he noticed the words the quill had left behind, and the words on the piece of paper he'd been standing on. He looked at the slugs. "This looks like an application," he said. The quill came back at him, but now he was getting the hang of this.

"I am a yellow-bellied piece of worthless feather!" he said to the quill, and sure enough it wrote it down. "Ha! See that? I'm the master here!" he boasted to the slugs.

They just looked at each other and rolled their eye stalks.

( And the lady wears big undies! )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _R _St._J_________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __R_St._J_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Are they huge knickers?_R_St._J_______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _R_St._J__________"

iam-beowulf.livejournal.com

Hwæt! A very muscular Geat in a leather loincloth-type thing strode into the Sorting Room out of nowhere. A leather band circled his temples in a vaguely '80s way, and he wore leather boots.

If anyone wondered who he was, they could cease their wondering almost immediately, as the first words out of his mouth were: "I AM BEOWULF!"

The Dictaquill wrote this down dutifully. Beowulf watched with an impassive eye. He had seen stranger things than a self-propelled feather.

( HWAET! )

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

Also, you may enjoy this synopsis of the movie, not written by me.

maskedlord.livejournal.com

Application for Vhaeraun (Forgotten Realms)

(Spoilers for The Lady Penitent series)

He thought he may have been scratched in a few places, an indicator that
his little ruse may have put him a bit closer to danger than he would
have liked. Vhaeraun took a look at the stinging hand in question
and only saw a shallow cut, the only part of him that had not
avoided Eilistraee’s sword in the midst of her mad, animalistic
swinging before he summoned an avatar in his place while he
departed from her realm.

The remains of that avatar were now a collection of bloody chunks floating in the astral;
the small piece of a head uttering a groan was an especially nice touch.
This was no simple avatar he had summoned, though; he had put a tiny
slice of his divine essence that would taste like the real thing when a
certain goddess ripped into it and claimed it for her own.

She would think she had usurped her evil brother’s power to
incorporate his worshippers into her pathetic “dance” and she
had to a point, she would have some autonomy over his worshipers
before the essence grew in unholy power and would devour her goodly
soul from the inside out. Vhaeraun would keep a close eye on the
proceedings, though he needed to lay low for a while.
It did not take him long to research potential places in other realms
that would provide a nice vacation for a little while.

His hair a bright shade of gold, he entered the portal and shot to his
chosen destination, a wide room of simple, yet ornate styling. The lithely
built dark elf was clad in his favorite high-buttoned black shirt and tight black
leggings leaving very little to the mortal imagination. His high black boots
were impeccably polished compared to the velvet shimmer of his thick
black cape. He looked at the desk in front of him, green eyes peering
through his red half-mask, hair turning green as he picked up a quill and
filled out the requisite, yet laughably simple inquiry.

( Oh What Fun Can We Have Here )

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

zombag.livejournal.com

"Urgh...."

Zalbag groaned as he slowly came to, picking himself up from the cold stone floor of the sorting room. He fixed himself, shifting from a crumpled heap to sitting up, and blinked as he took in the new surroundings.

"Where in the world am I?" he asked, brushing himself off and standing up. He then noticed a small piece of parchment lying on a nearby desk, with a small quill set beside it to indicate that someone had been writing on it recently. He picked up the piece of paper, and noted, with some amusement and much bemusement, that it was an application of sorts.

"Perhaps this'll shed some light on the situation?" he wondered. He sat down and went to work filling out the sheet.

( Yet, sadly, it didn't. )

Current Mood: blah

busty-robin.livejournal.com

((Backdated to a day or two after Steph and George made things offical.))

Diagon Alley. Cramped. Magical. A lot of funny hats.

Steph ~~totally not on her way back from patrolling London’s east end~~ decided that the time had come to make a return trip to the wizarding world's answer to a center of commerce. As she was poked in the eye by yet another pointy witch hat, Steph couldn't help but think that Hogwarts really needed start teaching its young people the value behind quality urban planning. Cobbelstone is a thing of the past, people!

( Pardon me/But you see/I've seen that face before/I know those eyes/Unearthly wise/I feel it more and more/To look at you/Deja vu/Chills me to the core )

Current Mood: sneaky
Current Location: Diagon Alley
Current Music: Alice Cooper, Didn't we Meet?

petyr-baelish.livejournal.com

((Littlefinger's motives for coming to Hogwarts stolen from Camilla. Thanks!))

A short man with grey-green eyes and a goatee strolled leisurely through the Great Hall to the head table. His elegant silk blue cloak with its silver mockingbird clasp was caked with mud, but he was smiling. "I should really have a talk with that Thoros," he drawled. "His directions were awful." He gave a low bow. "My name's Petyr Baelish, though you can call me Littlefinger. I was informed I might find what I'm looking for here."

At that, his expression darkened. "You see, all my life, I've dreamed of one thing," he said, "something that keeps me awake at nights, inflamed with passion, longing to feel her sweet, sweet lips upon my own as I run my fingers through her silky auburn hair, and that thing is...uh, magic." He coughed. "Yes, that's it. Magic. It's a nearly dead art where I'm from, you see, so I'm eager to study it at Hogwarts. Archaic magical lore is all so fascinating."

He gave his best I'm-totally-not-up-to-something look. It hurt his face; those muscles had atrophied from disuse years ago.

Meanwhile, he scanned the room to acquaint himself with his new surroundings. The floating chandeliers, the four long tables, the ceiling bewitched to look like the night sky--all were as his informers had described them. His upper lip curled at the large hat waiting for him on the stool. "Oh, do I have to put that dirty old thing on my head? Charming. Well, I'd best get on with it."

( Spoilers for A Song of Ice and Fire follow. )

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

kamikazejudy.livejournal.com

( This place is so RETRO. )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. JP
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. JP.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. JP.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. JP"

ren-turnbull.livejournal.com

( What is going on here? )

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

Current Mood: confused

mischief-george.livejournal.com

A few days after his non-date that turned out to be very much a date and then kind of got weird because girls were sodding mental, George decided it was time to be proactive. To pull himself up by his bootstraps and try to figure out what the hell had happened.

So, he sent out a few owls. It was time for reinforcements.

( Owl to Fred )

( Owl to Sirius )

( Owl to Jim )

---

And then, because... Well, because he had to, George sent out one last owl.

( Owl to Stephanie Brown )

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: owlry

ogein-puppeteer.livejournal.com

"Allow me to elucidate."

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

I don't really care for cheese...

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

Carrottop! Between the eyebrows, muscles and hair, he is pure evil.

3. What time is it where you are?

I'm not sure, but it's somehow always dark, odd.

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.

Order of the Phoenix? I'd harass the prettiest one, I suppose.

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.

Ah, that one is easy, The Other Side.

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.

I don't know any of these people, and I'm supposed to choose? Well, Isis and Orsiris were brother and sister, and they worked out well, thus Fred and George should marry, damn Harry.

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.

There are dark forces at work in papers; they have the ability to multiply of their own accord. You, my dear, are fighting a losing battle.

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

I help punish the wicked for their crimes, I think that's plenty useful.

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 make lovely puppets and I can put on one hell of a show....

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Ogin.
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Ogin.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Ogin.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Ogin.

doctorkilljoy.livejournal.com

There's an ancient, 16mm projector sitting on the stool. It wasn't there two seconds ago, and there doesn't seem to anyone around who could have placed it there. After a few more seconds of silence, it begins to click, winding up to speed. A beam of light is projected from the lens; it displays the image of a stereotypical surgeon from the 1920's without the aid of any visible screen.

He "hrm"s to himself, a hand speculatively on his chin, as he surveys his surroundings. "Well, this is most unusual," he says at last. "Ah, well! I could use the change of scenery. Now, what have we here?"

( My name is Dr. Killjoy, and I will be your alienist this fine evening. )

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

"Er, wait. Marmalade?"

lalalabia.livejournal.com

The front door slams open, to reveal a lovely dark skinned girl, dressed in a red off the shoulder tube top type of thing, and red short shorts, her thong riding up to her hipbones. Cause it's sexy. Not to mention the full luxurious fox tail dangling from her rear, and a red hat with fox ears. It can only be one person-

"Foxy Foxxy Love, y'all!" As she bursts into the sorting room, spinning a couple of times, then striking a sexy pose. "Captain Hero? Waldor? Anybody?" The tail begins to droop as she continues to look around the room, seeing none of the housemates. "What is this y'all? Some kinda trick or somethin'?"

Her eyes scan across the questionaire, as she plays with her tail bervously. "i dunno y'all, i ain't doin' no good at no tests." Much to her surprise, the words are written on the scroll by a moving pen. Which is good, cause Foxxy can't spell.

( I'm gonna answer these now, right? )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____FL________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___FL________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers (which Foxxy don't wear) in a bunch. ____FL_______.
One day, Funk will rule the world. _______FL______"

tamwood.livejournal.com

((OOC Note: Ivy is a living vampire, which means that she was born with the vampire virus, but she is not truly undead. Nonetheless, other vampires would be able to sense it - and other magically inclined people, too. So feel free to notice away :P))

There were very few things that Ivy Tamwood expected to be confronted with as soon as she staggered out of bed. A tornado of Jenks' kids in the kitchen was usually typical, as was Rachel puttering around and cooking up spells. On the rare occasions it was Rachel planning, or edgy Rachel (especially if Ivy had been slightly less than iron willed the previous night). Or even Jenks drunk on honey. She could deal with any of those things in the morning.

But what Ivy did not expect was to be transported into the middle of a castle. Especially when she was dressed in little but a silk black robe, clutching a mug of tea. She hadn't even had a chance to brush her hair. The morning, interestingly enough, generally revealed an altogether very human Ivy. An odd occurrence, especially when one was a living vampire.

Ivy blinked slowly, coming out of early morning fogginess and into awareness, her nostrils flaring as she took in the room. The application paper was noted with nothing more than a cursory, disinterested glance. She had much more interesting things to think about.

"Rachel!" She hissed loudly, her sudden anger out of place with her rumpled appearance. "I know you're around here! Six months and-" Cutting herself off, Ivy took a deep breath and settled her tea down onto the nearby table, still glaring rather grumpily around the room.

( Questions. By the Turn, this had better not be some sort of test. )

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______IT______
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____IT______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____IT______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______IT_______

Current Mood: disgruntled
Current Location: Sorting Room

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De-hiatusing post and open RP!

Open RP - Unpopping of George Weasley

A Wench walks into the common room - Open RP

open RP in the Great Hall with Kurama and Primavera: IC enabling

Application: Leo (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Application for Evan Ferguson; "David Blaine's Street Magic"

Christmas Owls from Steph-a-claus

Application for Roddy St. James: Flushed Away

application for Beowulf (Gaiman and Avary's "Beowulf", in theatres now...)

(no subject)

Application for Zalbag Beoulve, Final Fantasy Tactics

Still not all up ons twincest, sorry ((Closed RP))

Application: Petyr Baelish (A.K.A. Littlefinger), A Song of Ice and Fire

Application for Judy Poovey (The Secret History)

Application: Constable Renfield Turnbull, RCMP (Due South)

Manly Advice (Owls and Closed RP for Fred, George, Sirius, and Jim.)

Ogin- Requiem From the Darkness

Dr. Killjoy, The Suffering

Foxxy Love, Drawn Together

Application: Ivy Tamwood (Kim Harrisons 'Rachel Morgan' series)