[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com
To Amaranth, Steff, and Mio, he sends gold heart anklets with a small card to wish them a happy holiday, signed simply with his name. Needless to say, nowhere does he indicate that he's given other people the exact same gift.

To Cathy Dollanganger Marquet Sheffield, he sends a small crystal box which proves to contain a few ounces of candied rose petals. Never mind that the only use for candied rose petals (that he can think of) would be for decorating a cake.

To Oly Binewski, he sends a labeled packet of mineral supplements for her pet eyeball.

To Snape and to Igor, he sends bottles of absinthe.

To Turlough and Primavera, he sends bags of coal.

To Yukimura he sends a bottle of sake, which he very much hopes will not be construed as an invitation.

To Michael Scott he sends a large fruit basket as well as a jar of Boudreax's Butt Paste and a special cushion. These gifts are meant kindly.

To Hagrid, he sends a book called Getting to Know Your Chinchilla.

To the Shoggies, he sends a 12-bird roast.

And to Mystina, he sends a roomful of poinsettias, white and red. Under all the poinsettias is another present: The Elements of Scoring. That's right.
[identity profile] forlornexultant.livejournal.com
(( Contains spoilers for the entire Book of the New Sun, including the fifth book that follows the tetralogy. They've been out for ages, but if you had plans to read the books soon, you may want to skip Thecla's application.

On vocabulary: The rare and weird words Gene Wolfe uses in writing the Book of the New Sun are actually not of his making. He doesn't make a habit of glossing them in the books, so I haven't glossed them here, but if you are curious, ask me or check out the Lexicon Urthus *g*.))


'I was saying that the Chatelaine Thecla is not the Chatelaine Thecla. Not the Chatelaine Thecla of your mind, which is the only Chatelaine Thecla you care about. Neither am I. What, then, is the difference between us?' )



I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. T
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. T
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. T
One day, marmalade will rule the world. T."
[identity profile] sacred-javelin.livejournal.com
((Backdated to the most recent chocolate plot))

Cake, in any form, in any setting, was an irresistible lure for mystina (though she stopped admitting that as soon as she hit puberty) and this cake was no exception. One piece was enough to get her hooked, and by the time she had nommed her way through the second, she was sitting on the table, significantly shorter, and thinking she should find friends to share with. With one half-devoured piece in one hand and a mostly untouched piece in the other, she went in search of her very best friend.

Hopefully, Lezard wouldn't be too far away for her regressed attention span.
[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com
Lezard's gray cat familiar refused to carry any more messages after trotting back and forth between Lezard and George Weasley. The aggrieved young mage teleported a startled owl out of the school Owlery and pressed it into service.

It's a bitch convincing people to like you / If I stop now call me a quitter )
[identity profile] serrulata.livejournal.com
Now that Greenhouse Two had been effectively cleared, Kurama had begun working in earnest to begin his experiment in creating an adequate representation of a tea room, and a growing room for tealeaves. He'd leave the door open as he worked, in case anyone felt the need to wander in.

The only issue here was recreating the right atmosphere for the tea to grow, and he could only think of one way that didn't require heinous amounts of work.

He'd have to suck up to ask Lezard.

Owl to Lezard Valeth )
by which Mystina is rather amused )
[identity profile] sacred-javelin.livejournal.com
Ravenclaw, Mystina rather liked the sound of that. The ravens Húgin (Thought) and Munin (Memory) were Odin's servants (as far as she could remember, though she doubted the Odin she was used to indulged in either of their insight for quite some time)and being in so named a house rather flattered her intellect.

Not that she needed the flattering, of course, but it was rather lovely to know she was as smart as she thought.

That the Ravenclaw house also sported a lovely bar was just another perk in the long list of pros for being brought to this strange place, and she was currently seated there, indulging in what had been introduced as a 'martini' and enjoying the Hel out of it. She'd explore later, of course, but for now was people watching and practically oozing a sense of well-deserved smug confidence.
[identity profile] sacred-javelin.livejournal.com
((I have the permission from the other VP Mun to post this app))

Upon entering the Sorting Room, Mystina was sure of two things.

The first was that this was not Midgard. Nor was it Valhalla (she thought.) The second was that it was somehow, undobtedly, due to something stupid Lezard had done.

Not that he was a stupid man, of course. He wasn't exactly a man anymore (she would not joke out loud about how literally or metaphorically that could be taken) for one thing, and for another, hadn't... well, he wasn't dumb enough to start trouble again, surely.

But really, he didn't need that much encouragement. She was quite sure that, in some bathroom stall in Valhalla, someone had written 'For a good time, tell Lezard Valeth you're Lenneth Valkyrie,' and then of course all Hel would break loose again.

Though, this didn't really look like a 'Lezard' sort of place. It was tidy, for one thing. And there were no realdolls around, for another.


Allow me to elucidate. )

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