[identity profile] catofcockney.livejournal.com
Mungojerrie was positive that this was wrong. It was likely to backfire in his face. Yet, he felt a need to do it any way.

It's a good thing he's had some practise with the typewriter.

ExpandRAT to Bombalurina )
[identity profile] fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com
After a highly disturbing unexpected meeting with Mr. Darcy, Lizzy was more than willing to simply get away and attempt to write a letter to her sister, Jane.

She had penned a passable leter to her sister that said little more than that she was safe, in good health, and trapped in Scotland with Mr. Darcy for the time being, and attempted to lure an owl down. She wasn't sure if the owl would reach Jane, but the thought of not being able to contact her dearest friend and sister was a possibility that Lizzy would not allow.

"Er... please?" She beckoned at an owl and give it up as a lost attempt, hoping someone would come to her assisstance soon.
[identity profile] pumpkinpatchsir.livejournal.com
((Okay, the party will be divided into two parts, one taking place before midnight, and one after the Halloween spell is starting to work. This is the first part, obviously. The other will be posted immediately afterwards but takes place roughly five hours later or so, in game time. Remember, this post is for partying only, and no people-turning-into-their-costumes crack!))

ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS, IT TOLLS FOR THEE


Jack watched the words that were magically carved above the door to the Great Hall, in plain view of everyone entering it, and he smiled secretively. Everything was set. Tonight was going to be interesting. Who would have known magic could prove to be so useful? He made a mental note to investigate this even more for next year. Now that Sally was here, he'd be able to discuss it with her at great length. She always had such lovely ideas.

Since Jack was not exactly a beginner in the scaring people business he had carefully checked out the atmosphere of Hogwarts and gotten a distinct impression of what was considered frightening here. Outside the Great Hall the lights were out and shadows lurked in the corners. At irregular intervals (but always when one was least expecting it) the mad cackle of a deranged evil clown echoed through the Entrance Hall. Small cats black as midnight stroke around the walls, not speaking to anyone but constantly smiling evilly at anyone passing them, showing gleaming, pointed teeth. Also, because Jack never had it in him to resist the absolute classics, bats were hanging upside-down near the ceiling.

Inside the Great Hall, it was less dark and spooky, but still obviously Halloween. Cool white mist was trickling along the floor. Jack-o’-lanterns hovered in the air around an area cleared for dancing. Along one wall stood a large table with various Halloween treats: pumpkin pie, candy corn, toffee apples, hot cider, mini-cakes and a large bowl of punch.

The Halloween party could begin.
[identity profile] pollicle-zapper.livejournal.com
((Taking place after this conversation.))

Mouse scurries about, looking very confused and with trembling whiskers, and then squeaks when spotting Mungojerrie. The note is in Mistoffelees' tiny, forced handwriting.

mungojerrie,

got some stuff i want to say to you. better get them out. i'll be in the hufflepuff common room as soon as you get this, so come look me up. i think your sister will yell at you if you don't!

mistoffelees.
[identity profile] catofcockney.livejournal.com
(Typed on a typewritter stolen from a certain Magic Faerie Boy a.k.a Mistoffelees)

ExpandMOUSE to KAYLEE )

ExpandMOUSE to MISTOFFELEES )
[identity profile] cockneycat.livejournal.com
This is Teazer.

This is Teazer who is not a cat.

This is Teazer, not a cat, wandering around Hogwarts thinking about how awesome it is to be human, occasionally stopping to do handstands because she can.

(She's also put the opposable thumbs to good use, but she won't say how.)

Teazer is standing on her head in a cold corridor, sniffing suspiciously at spots on the floor that smell faintly of rum, cream, and catnip.
[identity profile] cockneycat.livejournal.com
Rumpleteazer, coddling the bottle of precious that will apparently turn her human, along with every other Jellicle in this place, is currently purring.

Bustin' out.

On a squashy chair, she looks down to the floor every now and then to see if Quaxo and Mungojerrie have arrived yet. What fun this will be!

It's even more fun that she's not planning on telling them yet.

What will she look like, human? She thinks red hair, perhaps, definite cheekbones, long fingers...

'Hurry up!' she says, looking at the door.
[identity profile] cockneycat.livejournal.com
((OOC: Backdated to before the cookies thread and just after Teazer's owls.))

Yes. Flirting with Mistoffelees that badly had probably not been a good move.

Rumpleteazer certainly hadn't intended anyone involved in that to get hurt. As it stood, Quaxo was in the hospital wing, and Mungojerrie was conspicuous in his absence.

She'd tried to take her mind off it by sending queries to people; hopefully, when she received news from the Potions master regarding the human potion, everyone would stop fighting and be interested and friends again.

Until then, she was in a secluded common-room corner, bored and lonely.
[identity profile] pollicle-zapper.livejournal.com
((Especially open to Jellicles, but if anyone else is interested, they are welcome to stop by. If you know Quaxo, Mistoffelees would probably be interested in chatting for a bit.))

The air in the deserted classroom was thick with electricity. Leaning against one wall stood a row of pillows, neatly arranged and several of them with burnt patches in the middle. In the middle of the room stood Mistoffelees, calm, composed and secretly very pleased with himself.

If you squinted and tilted your head, one orange pillow almost looked like Macavity. Horrible, sadistic Macavity, who smiled when he slaughtered kittens. The monster in Quaxo’s nightmares, and in Mistoffelees’ as well, even though the magical cat would not admit to such a kittenish thing as having nightmares. It was a matter of pride.

Quaxo was supposed to defeat Macavity. The Twins had said so. But he really doubted he’d be able to do that at the moment, which explained why Mistoffelees was out playing. Quaxo sat safely in the back of his head, watching, learning, remembering. There was something freeing about letting someone else take over.

The magical cat took a deep breath and let his paws glow bright. Then he gathered as much of that delicious, tingling power as he could, and let it explode in a burst of fluorescent blue light that sizzled through the air and landed perfectly in the centre of the orange pillow. It ripped open, its contents spilling on the floor and lying in a badly singed and smoking pile, which smelled horrible.

“All in a day’s work,” muttered Mistoffelees. “Quaxo? You watching this?”

Yes, came the humble reply.

"Good."

Anyone passing the classroom would hear the sizzling of lightning, and someone talking to himself.
[identity profile] catofcockney.livejournal.com
Because you can't have one notorious cat without the other...

ExpandWell ain't this a pretty little place? )

“I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____M______
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] 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, marmalade will rule the world. _____M!!!_______"

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