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Malingo had be out here several times in the last few days, scouting out the best place to speak the glyph. He'd finally chosen a low rise at the edge of the lake, slightly obscured from the view of the castle by a small stand of trees. He'd invited a few people, and if someone else showed up, they'd be welcome to watch, but if there was too big a crowd, the geshrat wasn't sure he wouldn't just freeze up. So he'd chosen a place that was, hopefully, more or less out of the way. Now, he was out there, and he was sure he'd made a good choice. It was a good launching spot - a little late in the day, now that he thought of it (there would be little in the way of thermals), but then, the last time he'd spoken one, it had been on Ninnyhammer, where it was always Ten at night.

Now all he had to do was hope the people he had invited could find him out there.

(Semi-open RP. If your pup's likely to be wandering in that direction, feel free to let them drop in.)

Ten o'clock had kind of... snuck up on him.

Malingo had, so far, avoided dealing with this particular hour by being safely in bed, asleep, long before ten. It had worked fairly well, too - the geshrat loved the morning, didn't want to miss a minute of it, so he was perfectly fine with going to bed early. If he was sleeping, he didn't have to think about the fact that it was the same time here as it was on Ninnyhammer.

Only, tonight, he wasn't sleeping. He'd found extremely old copies of several volumes of Lumeric's Six in the library - no one had checked them out for years - and he'd been reviewing the incantations for a glyph. Curled up with one of them on an overstuffed couch, Malingo had completely lost track of time. Before he knew it, it was ten-oh-two. He let the book slide to the floor, drew his knees to his chest, and tried to blink back tears that were quickly blurring his vision.

Maybe it was best to try and wait it out. The only alternative he could think of was to find someone willing to give him sleeping pills, after all. And if he could get through this hour, he thought, he could get through anything.

((Right. Feel free to drop by with any character who might notice a geshrat having a hard time, late at night, in the Hufflepuff common room.))

Malingo hesitantly enters the sorting room, as if he's not entirly sure he's supposed to be there. He picks up an application and reads it, then starts to fill it out, chewing the end of his pencil as he thinks about each question.

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