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((OOC: I've been unable to find a specific name for his headdress, as it has aspects of a Chaperon, yet is also similar to the Sultan's headwear in Disney's 'Aladdin'. So, for the purpose of this application and any role-play involving Prandine, I'll be referring to his headdress as a 'bourrelet' as it is the culturallyl evolved form of the Chaperon, and is the closest description I could find. P. S. Thaegan mun approved, as I am her.))

Prandine sniffed the air and pined for the sulphuric atmosphere of the Shadowlands. The wind picked up in the sorting room, carrying with it the scents of honeysuckle and fresh dew. It ruffled his long, bulky black robes and long greying hair. The nerve under his eye twitched, he scrunched his features into a scowl. 'Putrid,' he muttered. He glanced around looking for the opened window, and was buffeted by another sweet scented gale. His bony hand clamped down on his bejewelled bourrelet, as the wind wrestled with it. He caught sight of the window and rushed it, the hem of his robes billowed behind him. As he reached for the window another gale got caught within his floor length sleeves, in affect, disorientating him long enough for his hand to leave the bourrelet. As it blew off, it tumbled across the flagstones. Prandine grumbled, clasping the iron hatch of the window he slammed it shut, the pane rattling. Prandine picked up his hat and dusted it, placing it back on his head as if it were a crown. When he felt comfortable that his headdress was on properly, he found himself staring at a cedar desk. It was tucked away in the corner of the stone room, with a solely piece of parchment on its surface, and beside it; an intricate quill with a brass tip and fluorescent green and blue feathered tail. Intrigued, if not slightly perturbed by the joy in the room and the avarice in his heart, he sat himself before the parchment and read its proposal.

Prandine read the parchment's header out loud after a moment, as to understand it. 'Hogwarts Enrolment Application.' It wasn't until his spoken word that the quill reacted in anyway. Its fluorescent feathered tail twitched and moved like a cat's, once it took a moment to wake up, Prandine had thought he'd hallucinated the twitch of the quill's feather. But then the quill stood to attention on its brass point, flicking its feathered tail and turning on its point. Prandine stared. The quill took to hovering above the application and with three hostile slashes it underlined a fine noted, located in the side-margined that he had over-looked. It detailed that the quill would reiterate spoken word. With such knowledge in his slimy mind, he smirked violently. Prandine continued in ascertaining the parchment, and equally, his reason for being here.

( Allow me to elucidate... )

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