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steff-is-a-girl.livejournal.com

After reading this post, Steff, who was so not over her experience with Lezard, despite all claims to the contrary, sat in front of the compy in mute and abject rage.

Never one to back down from a challenge, she eventually reasoned that instead of replying to Lezard's thread, she should just make a new post. So she logged in with her username--Necrobitch--and composed the following:

You know how, a long time ago, there was a list of dangerous students at Hogwarts? Well, I'd like to draw your attention to one student in particular.

Lezard Valeth, in Slytherin house, is someone I would advise everyone to watch out for. He is a public nuisance for the following reasons:

1. He was the one who released the Death Worm that recently terrorized the school.
2. He likes experimenting on unsuspecting and recently unpopped students.
3. He likes to portray himself as completely innocent, and not the homophobic douchebag that he actually is, especially to innocent people on the Hogwartsnet.

4. That laugh.

Anybody got anything else to add to this list?

((OOC Disclaimer: Lezard's mun approves of this post. This is not a pretext for characters to make nasty posts about each other for OOC wank purposes. Steff is just a little bitter and she wants to start a flame war. So, yeah. Let's all keep it IC and cracky and fun, OK? KTHX.))

Current Mood: enraged

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. :) ))

arrogantmage.livejournal.com

Glowing blue particles appear in the air of the Sorting Room. At first they are scattered, like insects in a loose swarm.

They coalesce into a humanoid outline. The outline solidifies in a sudden whoosh of displaced air: where there was a luminescent blur, now there floats a young man, dressed for travel in a billowing cloak over sturdy breeches and boots. In one hand he holds a wand whose name is too grandiose to inflict unasked.

He has untidy brown hair, and hazel eyes occluded by round spectacles. He can't be more than a couple of years out of magic academy, surely. He may look like someone you know, though if you came close enough to brush the long bangs away from his forehead (and oh, how he would shiver if you did, if he allowed you that close), you would find no lightning-bolt scar there.

He hovers a few inches off the ground, for the time being, and glances around the room as if expecting an ambush. Seeing nothing, he smiles. When a disembodied voice begins to ask him questions, he answers cheerily, unfazed. Nor does the quill alarm him as it takes down his answers without the guidance of a visible hand.

( 'Did I strike too hard? It is so difficult to hold back.' )
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.

The last question still rankles, clearly. He throws his hands wide in an expansive gesture. He is still hovering rather than standing; the overall effect is of someone about to unleash a critical attack. One that would use up many, many points on that meter at the bottom of your screen. You do have that meter at the bottom of your screen, don't you? No matter. Lezard does not need the meter. His pure awesomeness defies such strictures.

"You'll find I can be very generous. Ask for what you want, and I may decide to grant it."

Go ahead. Take him up on that.

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

Current Location: Sorting Room? Mwahahah!

kill-voldemort.livejournal.com

Life had been nice and simple for a while, and Harry Potter had liked it like that. Quidditch, broom polishing, broom riding, a class or two here or there.... No Death Eaters. No Voldemort. No random threats on his life in general. It had been really nice.

And then bloody Ayame Sohma had come along and ruined it all by alerting Harry to the possibility that he was a god. Just what Harry had not needed. It was weird enough being Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, but at least the hype of that had been dying down, what with all of the strange applicants from other worlds who couldn't give a Niffler's arse about the events of October 31, 1981. But being a god was a pretty big deal. People expected things from gods, like food and miracles and stuff. How on earth would Harry do any of that? He hated cooking (he had prepared more than his fair share of breakfasts while living with the Dursleys), and the only miracles he knew how to perform involved a Golden Snitch and a broomstick. And more than almost anything else, Harry Potter just wanted to be normal.

He turned the conversation with Ayame over and over in his head for a while, but the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt. He had to talk to Ron and Sirius about this. And so, he sent Hedwig off with two letters:

( Owl to Ron Weasley )

( Owl to Sirius Black )

Current Mood: HOLY???
Current Location: Slythendor
Current Music: "What if God Was One of Us?", by Joan Osborne

victoriametcalf.livejournal.com

((Done with permission from the relevant DS-muns.))

( Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here/Buckle! And the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion/Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!/No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion/Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,/Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion. )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: cold

idol-misa-misa.livejournal.com

Application for Misa Amane, DEATH NOTE

(OK'ed by the other Death Note muns. NOTE: Misa is taken from the beginning of the Yotsuba arc, and does not remember the Note or the identity of Kira.)

Pert and perky as ever, Misa bounds into the Sorting Room with a spring in her step and a smile on her face. She pauses to re-apply her lip gloss before noticing the application. A questionnaire! Well, she's no stranger to being asked questions.

( Oh! Is it time for an interview? )

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

Current Mood: bouncy

ayameonaplane.livejournal.com

Ayame didn’t seem particularly disturbed by suddenly being in the sorting room. In fact, he filled out the application with remarkable gusto.

( What’s this? An application? Wonderful! )

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

((OOC: Just realized I should add this, for those not familiar with his canon - when Ayame is hugged by a female, sick, or subjected to extreme heat or cold, he transforms into a snake. So if your pup's a girl who might be tempted to hug a random, bubbly guy, please, pleasecheck with me before she hugs him - in canon, one arm on either side of the body and torsos touching does it, even if it's not what would technically be called a hug. I'll probably say yes, but I'd still like to be asked.))

jezzthespoon.livejournal.com

((Spoilers for the first two books of the Lady Penitent trilogy, some spoilerish references to War of the Spider Queen. Permission given from all current Realms-muns, namely Yours Truly))

A dark-skinned elf limped into the Sorting Room, his left leg encased in a brace of leather and metal, dragging two overstuffed-looking bags behind him. He came to a stop at the table of applications, released his luggage, flexed his fingers with a wince, then briefly lifted the half-mask from the upper part of his face to daub at the sweat.

Jezz had gone on a frenzy of acquisition before embarking on the last leg of the journey; he wasn’t sure how long he would have to stay, and it was probably a bad idea to raid the student body. There was considerable talk of bribery in his sources, so he had figured in a generous amount for that. Perhaps he’d figured in too much – his arms certainly seemed to think so. They also seemed to think he’d been too leery about expending the emergency scrolls of Tenser’s Floating Disk that Belarbreeza had scribed for him. At least the scrolls should have other uses here.

He seated himself at the table. Once the feeling had returned to his fingers, he took an application and selected a quill as the green asp around his arm unwound and began to investigate the vicinity. “Careful there, Keheneshnef,” he murmured in a tongue normally intelligible only to mage and familiar, and the quill vibrated in his hand. He was not quite as taken aback by the questions as he might have been without prior warning.

( Let me get this straight. )

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

Jezz retrieved Keheneshnef from the table, stood, turned around and smiled at the room at large. Time to play the diplomat after all.

Current Music: “Mack the Knife”/”Die Moritat von Mackie Messer”

onlyoncebefore.livejournal.com

A guy with the most fabulous mullet has just appeared in the Sorting Room. He doesn't seem at all surprised to be there.

"People of Hogwarts!" he called out. "I come from the future."

( Push it to the limit. )

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_____"

dungbombsrule.livejournal.com

((Backdated to the night of Ron's return.))

( A tall, tanned figure did his best to sneak into Slythindor without making a sound. This was doomed from the start, for the young man was mostly blind, carrying a backpack that was a foot taller than his head, and was Ron. )

squeeoverme.livejournal.com

(( Long-promised, rather late, but timely, no? Quindar's PB is Kevin Zegers. This app truly is a joint effort. Kisses to all my collaborators. ))

He's the kind of guy who only comes along once a week, or never, depending on your criteria for actual physical proximity. He'll beam his way into your heart, and I'd say real men can't do this, but he's a real man, so clearly they can. He's the kind of real man who eats quiche.

His name is Quindar Ventibuck. (Oh...) An improbable name for an improbable man. He's what they call a 'special person'. So special a whole different set of Olympic Games had to be set up for him and his kind, because it just wasn't fair to pit them against the normal athletes. But you won't find Quindar performing that kind of pole-jump. He's laying low. He's got a mission.

A mission of dire importance. He's driven. You can see it in his eyes, those soulful basset-hound eyes of his, languid yet possessed of a unique fire. You want him to save you. You want him to destroy you. You want to save him from himself. He'll give you coupons for all these things.

He'll take you to a seedy dive where you'll talk about top-secret stuff. Then he'll take you to his sparely furnished studio loft where you'll talk about his inner pain. All night long he'll make your eyes dance and your smile sparkle. In the morning you'll cook together, the way lovers do. Emboldened by his shy compliments, you'll shoot him a casual hip-bump that somehow doesn't manage to land you on the floor or send you careening into the oven door, because everything he touches is transmuted to pure sexiness and that includes you. He'll turn to you and give you the smile that launched a thousand squees ... and then skewer you in the heart with a meat fork. After that you'll be filet de fangirl, but hey, he did tell you that you looked so good he could eat you alive.

And now, for no good reason at all, he's at Hogwarts!

( The boy with the thorn in his side / Behind the hatred there lies / A murderous desire for love )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. too sexy for your application
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. too emo to sign this.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. stop trying to distract me from my Herbal Essences time.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. wouldn't you like to smear marmalade on my pecs? too bad, you can't"

Current Location: your heart, and also the Sorting Room
Current Music: The Smiths, "The Boy With the Thorn in His Side"

foolbeloved.livejournal.com

An apparently young man appears in the Sorting room. He looks dazed, and very nearly stumbles: a rare occurance indeed. He's slight, with tawny skin and deep, amber eyes; his golden hair seems almost weightless. The youth is dressed in plain black, well made but not expensive, something that makes him frown: no chance of appearing as Lord Golden. It seems equally foolish to present himself as the Fool. But this is clearly not Buckkeep, or Bingtown, or indeed anywhere he'd found himself before; perhaps he could be whomever he liked, for a time. It's an odd thought.

He walks forward, graceful as a cat, until he finds the application.

( Fitz fixes fiest's fits. Fat suffices. )

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

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"

rated-ec10.livejournal.com

( No. Not without incident. )

"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"

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: "9th Symphony, 1st Movement," Ludwig van Beethovan

lilypotter60.livejournal.com

(Mr. Quackers delivers. Notes are heavily warded and hexed to turn into a large, blue ball of flame for anyone else.)

( Duck to Albus Dumbledore )

( Duck to Harry Dresden )

( Duck to Harry Potter )

( Duck to Cox )

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: DADA Office
Current Music: Dr. Phil Audio Tapes

fatherofwolves.livejournal.com

(( Huge spoilers for A Game of Thrones, book one of A Song of Ice and Fire, lurk herein. Permission was granted by the ASOIAF muns. ))

( I have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine. )

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

Current Mood: drained
Current Location: Sorting Room

hedwigrobinson.livejournal.com

A slender, slightly-built woman staggered into the Sorting Room on high-heeled boots, emerging from a cloud of smoke, the kind a fog machine might make, stage-smoke. Wild eyes peered from garish pools of makeup, darting confused glances here and there. Hedwig Robinson tugged at the hems of her cutoffs and smoothed sweaty palms along her gleaming stockinged thighs.

She answered the questions in a voice somehow gravelly and clear at once, flavored with a pronounced East German accent. The questions seemed to amuse her. Everything seemed to amuse her, in a sort of bitter way.

( To be free, one must give up a little part of oneself. ... )

I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: artistic
Current Location: Sorting Room
Current Music: Hedwig and the Angry Inch, "Tear Me Down"

fm-elric.livejournal.com

( Shortly after dawn... )

***
( That morning, by the lakeside, Edward and Winry were married... )

((Thread is closed to invitees and their guests))

Current Mood: happy

toujours-sirius.livejournal.com

((Backdated to the morning after Sirius and Lily discovered Voldemort was back and got into a massive fight over it. There's still a Harry-Sirius socking RP I need to do in which Harry and Sirius discuss the aftermath of the fight and generally have some good godfather-godson time, but for now that will have to wait. This RP comes after that.

Oh, and beware teh emoness. It burns!))

( All this feels strange and untrue / And I won't waste a minute without you / My bones ache, my skin feels cold / And I'm getting so tired and so old / The anger swells in my guts / And I won't feel these slices and cuts / I want so much to open your eyes / 'Cause I need you to look into mine / Tell me that you'll open your eyes / Get up, get out, get away from these liars / 'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire / Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine / And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time / Every minute from this minute now / We can do what we like anywhere / I want so much to open your eyes / 'Cause I need you to look into mine / Tell me that you'll open your eyes / All this feels strange and untrue / And I won't waste a minute without you )

Current Mood: angry
Current Location: The Popcorn Room
Current Music: "Open Your Eyes," Snow Patrol

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Compy post: Let's pick on Lezard!

De-hiatusing post and open RP!

application for Lezard Valeth (Valkyrie Profile games)

Of Gods and Men (Owls and Closed RPs/sockage for Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Sirius Black)

Application for Victoria Metcalf (Due South)

Application for Misa Amane, DEATH NOTE

Application: Ayame Sohma, Fruits Basket

Jezz Jaelre (AKA Jezz the Lame), Forgotten Realms

Mullet Man (Squibbait)

Application: Neil Perry (Dead Poets Society)

Closed RP: Harry and Ron Say Hullo (Because They're British Like That)

application for Quindar Ventibuck, random bartender #4 from Heroes! (OC squibbait)

Application for The Fool, Tawny Man trilogy

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

Application for John Preston (Equilibrium)

Ducks about Furries and Dr. Phil

application for Lord Eddard ("Ned") Stark, A Song of Ice and Fire

Hedwig Robinson, "Hedwig and the Angry Inch"

A Spring Wedding

Open Your Eyes: Closed RP (Sirius, Lily, and Harry)