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ra-tilt-chimera.livejournal.com

Zel had decided to spend a pleasant day in the library reading - just reading, for once, not searching for a cure, just seeing if he ran across any interesting spells to try. It seemed like an comfortable way to spend the day.

He had, in fact, completely forgotten what day it was. He was twenty-two today. This would come as a surprise to him if anyone pointed it out; he thought his birthday wasn't for a few days yet. Without classes, it was easy to lose track of the time.

((OOC: Anyone want to surprise Zel by remembering his birthday? XD))

Current Mood: calm
Current Location: The Library
Current Music: The Beatles "Birthday"

fondofcabinets.livejournal.com

Somehow, the novelty of magic that was so fresh and new in Draco's mind when he had started his career at Hogwarts had slowly been sucked out of him. He, as a true pure-blood citizen, was raised around magic and had seen some pretty impressive results from the wand.

With so many muggles running around though, it just wasn't quite as fun.

Draco stood, looking out of a large window in a northern corridor. His wand was in his hand and he twirled it among his finger. His left hand was busy propping his head up as he looked out the window, so his right occupied itself twirling the wand.

myown-nobody.livejournal.com

For some reason, there was a booth set up in the Great Hall. Roxas stood in front of it for a moment, looking around for someone who might be in charge of it, though there was no one. With a sigh, he looked the booth over. Someone had set it up, apparently to repair things, and while the name 'Elric' was familiar for some reason, he had no idea who it could belong to.

It seemed like a good idea, though. Put yourself right in the middle of where there was, presumably, a good amount of traffic, and you were bound to find someone who wanted what you had to offer. Repairs, in the case of this Elric person. Roxas, for his part, had very little to offer, so he doubted he would be able to pull something like a booth off. All he really had was ice cream, and he doubted anyone would want ice cream in the middle of winter.

Still, in the interest of getting to know people...

Just a few moments later he was sitting behind the booth, which he had charmed to read 'Free Ice Cream', a cooler filled with bars of pale blue ice cream sitting next to him on one side. He was ready, he thought. He just hoped people would want to eat sea salt ice cream.

bantersucks.livejournal.com

((To keep things short, posting all my pups' gifts in one post. Also, just listing who got what rather than doing tons and tons of LJ-cuts. Backdated to Christmas morning - sorry, it's so late, but I've had maybe a few minutes at a time to compose anything at the laptop since Christmas AND IT WAS STARTED ON TIME SO THERE. If you are not on this list, you're getting the gift at the party or you got it in an owl reply ~~or because the mun is still working on it, darn it~~.))

May had been so wrapped up in coordinating the Secret Santa and baking way too many cookies (she'd accidentally tripled the recipe, oops) that she almost forgot to send out her gifts. Fortunately, with the help of Alley and a couple owls, she did so:

( To: Mel Beeby, Brice de Winter, Jaime Reyes, Laura Palmer, Tomo Takino )

Jaime didn't forget - May had talked him into being her guinea pig in the cookie-baking, and had rewarded him with about a third of the results when she realized she'd made too much. Thus Sancho was flying all around Hogwarts for most of the morning. Which was good since the raven was too tired to really follow through with his shiny-stealing tendencies for once.

( To: Tomo, May, George King, Molly Michon )

Christmas? Tomo, forget Christmas? Of course not. No holiday that involved presents would be forgotten! She somehow managed to bully the owls into sending her packages out.

( To: Douche (Dwight), Kagura, Osaka, Demyx, Jaime, Mayday )

Current Mood: busy

makeminemayday.livejournal.com

((Hey all - posting this NOW for the people across the pond. Secret Santa is still open, but due to shower lines, packing, traffic and a tyrannical 5-year-old, I have NO IDEA when I'll be home. Use it to mingle. May/Jaime/Tomo will be tagging sometime later tonight, I just can't say when.))

Decorations? Check.

Enough food and drink to feed an army? Check.

Slightly annoyed house elves because May hadn't let them risk their necks decorating the Great Hall (hey, sticking to walls could come in handy when you were hanging garlands)? Check.

Well, things looked good, May mused as she adjusted the hem of her red sweater dress and the Christmas light necklace she was wearing.

Nobody involved in the Secret Santa exchange had complained, not even Tomo (or Tomo's ~~victim~~ recipient). She literally jumped over a pair of house elves carrying trays as the first few people started trickling in, waving to them. "Hi, come on in! Merry Christmas!"

((Backdated to Christmas Day, of course! Secret Santa participants are expected to show up with one more gift for the recipient and to unmask themselves. Make sure that everyone who participated in the Secret Santa exchange has started a thread. Look for the thread of the person your character gave gifts to, and have them reveal/introduce themselves.

This is NOT just for Secret Santa stuff, of course, it's open to the whole school. Be warned, though, if anybody starts a physical fight in the Great Hall, Mayday will DEFINITELY try to break it up or get you to take it outside. Especially after what happened last year. Please make an OOC note if you don't want her to notice.))

computerwizkid.livejournal.com

With a small bang of displaced air, a twelve-year-old girl appeared, carrying what might have been a laptop computer, if laptops had eyestalks and jointed legs. She looked around, an increasingly annoyed expression on her face, and groaned.

“Definitely not the Crossings,” Dairine sighed, and opened the cover of the computer. “Spot? Could you show me the transit routine? Something went wrong.” Obediently, the computer displayed a complex diagram, and the girl sat down with the laptop in her lap to examine it. “Nah, looks alright. Any idea where we are?” Again, the requested data displayed itself. The girl frowned.

Scotland? How in heck had she ended up in Scotland? She shouldn’t have been anywhere near Earth! She’d never messed up a transit like this, especially not with Spot’s help. Her dad was going to kill her, followed by Nita, and possibly Tom and Carl, if she didn’t die of embarrassment, first. Sker’ret, who she was supposed to be meeting, would probably die laughing.

Closing the lid of the computer, she looked around again, and picked up an application, examining it. With a shrug, she pulled a ballpoint pen out of her pocket and began to fill it out.

( Where the heck am I? )

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

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__________"

bantersucks.livejournal.com

After sending out a quick owl, Jaime headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was still early, so he got some breakfast and scarfed it down in peace.

By the time most people made it down for breakfast, they would see him sitting at the Gryffindor table with a small stack of books, leafing thoughtfully through one that had a lot of handwritten notes in the margins. This book in question was not magical, but no less important. He wasn't sure how it had appeared at Hogwarts with a lot of his belongings, but right now he wasn't questioning it.

He was so absorbed in the book that he might not immediately notice if someone approached him.

((Open RP - he's there to meet Lola, but anyone else can bug him, pun intended. I'll pretend all other conversations happen before Lola shows. Or just use this post to mingle among yourselves!))

girl-george.livejournal.com

( Ice cream, ice cream / I like you! / Chocolate, Vanilla / Strawberry too! )

( Ice Cream and Note for Veronica Mars )

( Ice Cream and Note for Sasan )

( Ice Cream and Note for Matthew )

( Ice Cream and Note for Jaime )

( Ice Cream and Note for Yuuri )

( Ice Cream and Note for Claude )

( Ice Cream and Note for John Preston )

( Ice Cream and Note and Visitor for Robin )

dead-puck.livejournal.com

Neil was very surprised to find himself in the middle of a large room. He was, in fact, very surprised to find himself alive.

( A voice comes from nowhere, with some interesting questions )

"I have read the

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

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

whoopwhoowhoop.livejournal.com

Zoidberg, proving once again that he was the word’s greatest Inspect Doctor, had solved the case of the missing hat-lady! You just couldn’t trust puppies. Murderers and thieves, the lot of ‘em.

Still, in spite of Zoidberg’s genius, his thoughtful wife had decided that it was still a good idea to pantomime an investigation. Zoidberg completely understood, understanding husband that he was. After all, people had shown up! Bereft with bitterness, they’d be, if they went home without doing any investigating.

So investigate, they would! Asserting his authority –he’d show that hat who the husband in the relationship was!- Zoidberg got down to Business.

“You, you, you, and you! You are team Sassafras Omelet+!” It was all about the cool names. “Go make with the house inspecting. And get me a nice cold cola, while you’re at it!”

“You, you, you, and you*! You are team Sautéed Disco! Go into town and buy me some potato chips! And if you maybe want to look for Mrs. Hat Lady, that’s okay. But don’t you dare forgot those potatoes chips! Don’t you dare!”

Then, because he was on a roll (and who were we to block Zoidberg’s overwhelming cascade of authoritative masculinity?) he pointed to two bystanders. “You and you^! Go ask my wife if she likes me, check yes or no!” Said wife was currently in deep conversation with a young blond man and a redheaded girl. What? Zoidberg needed a little bit of reassurance!

( OOC Notes )

Current Mood: Best Inspector on the Planet
Current Location: Tent Village

turnthenipsdown.livejournal.com

Okay, this place? Effing huge. No really, the vaulted ceilings. Gorgeous woodwork up there, if Sasan should say so himself. The cobblestone floors? Tapestries and plush carpeting and guh. Totally... some past century or something. Medieval. Something like that. But compared to The Mansion, said with implied capitals for emphasis? Seriously, ew. Look at all the cobwebs in the upper corners. Practically inhabitable.

( Why was he here again? )

"I have read the

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

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Sasan.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my ~~knickers~~new Cavalli boxers and they're silk, don't be jealous. In a bunch. Sasan.
One day, ~~marmalade~~Kiki Spelling will rule the world. ...Oh, wait, she totally does already. Sasan.

Current Music: The Presets - Are You The One?

girl-george.livejournal.com

A petite girl made her way into the sorting room, wearing a plain, white-strapped summer dress and thong sandals. The only other accessories were a cloth rucksack hanging from a shoulder and a leather chord tied around her wrist. Copper curls that once dangled in a wave past her shoulders had been brutally sheared a couple months before, and now were just coiling about her ears. She did not appear to be perturbed by the isolation greeting her, although it was quite a different greeting most frosh received. For, while she looked a few years younger and behaved many years wiser, George was just old enough to be starting college.

“Hello,” George said as a greeting, and not as the question many applicants opened their Hogwarts careers with. She watched with delight as the quill start to take down her greeting, and repeated her salutation, this time directed at the dancing feather. “Hello.” She went to the chair and silently pulled it back. She slipped out of her sandals to sit at the chair on her knees, moving a hand to gently take the quill. “May I?” Whatever silent communication took place evidently resulted in acquiescence, and the dark-skinned teen was soon filling out the application herself.

( Arrival of the Freckle Queen. )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: excited
Current Location: Sorting Room

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Surprise birthday?

Open RP with Draco

Open RP: Free Ice Cream!

Yet ANOTHER Christmas owl post!

Open RP: Christmas party in the Great Hall! (Backdated to Dec. 25th)

Application: Dairine Callahan, Young Wizards series

Application for Roddy St. James: Flushed Away

Open RP: Back to Normal - or, What Passes for Normal Around Here

Closed RP: George is her own owl. Hoot hoot.

Application: Neil Perry (Dead Poets Society)

Zoidberg's on the Case! ...As well as some other unimportant people. ((Semi-Closed RP))

Application for Sasan, from So NoTORIous

Application for George (Georgina) Grainger; Rob Thurman's Nightlife/Moonshine