[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
Hat Shore party planning had ended up falling mostly into the hands of a couple of contestants, along with set designer Jherek Carnelian. These 'couple' of contestants were actually the Shoggies and Beowulf, who'd squelched and shouted their way toward transforming Hat Shore into a strange Under The Sea experience.

the lagoon )

the musical stylings of the Shoggies )

refreshments )

CAKETOWN )

the Lonely Hearts Club: speed-dating amidst the battle fog )

And so, on the night of Feb. 14th, Hat Shore's doors were opened to the whole of Hogwarts for the festivities.
[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] sgt-hunter.livejournal.com
John sat comfortably in a corner of Ravenclaw’s bar, nursing a scotch. The prank war was finally over and everyone was back to their appropriate age. Calm had descended on his family, at least for now. He spun the glass between his fingers, watching the amber liquid swirl in the half light. While he had been gone, his family had grown. Bobby had become a second father to Sam and Dean; he was glad for that. It was the angel that he hadn’t quite figured out yet. He was.. odd.

 

It was obvious that the boys thought pretty highly of him. They had been in a near panic when their spell had misfired and didn’t rest until Castiel had been found. And the angel had been wearing his watch for fuck’s sake. The watch he had left to Sammy after he died. John didn’t want to admit how much that stung. They had fought so much when he was a kid; he had hoped that Sammy would have wanted to hold on to just one small piece of him, some reminder that his Dad loved him.

 

He sat back, continuing to fiddle with the glass as he let his thoughts drift.

[identity profile] my-soul-itches.livejournal.com
Dear Mr. Winchester,

Hi! I'm Megan Gwynn. I don't know if you remember me, we met in your Sorting. I'm the one with wings. (And if you met more than one person with wings, I'm the one with pink hair.) I think you must be settled by now, so I was hoping to get some lessons on those Devil Trap things you were talking about for your bribe. I found some chalk! Well, the house elves found it, I just asked. Is it all right if it's blue and yellow? They brought a few different kinds just to be sure.

Also, do I need any safety equipment or anything?

When would be a good time or place for you? Thanks!

Sincerely,
Megan Gwynn, Gryffindor and X-man
[identity profile] nerdofthelord.livejournal.com
Whoosh!

Without preamble, a pair of pint-sized refugees from a prank gone slightly awry materialized in the middle of the Great Hall. The smaller of the two (who couldn't be more than two in human years, if that) released his hold on his companion's sleeve and looked around, satisfied to have escaped their tormentors.

Then he craned his neck and looked up at the older boy as if to ask, 'What now?'

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