[identity profile] familyman-hrg.livejournal.com
Shortly after Thanksgiving, Noah had quietly left the Hogwarts grounds in order to do some traveling. He'd let Sandra and Claire know that he would be out, and left Claude a note. It wasn't that he was obsessed with the Company exactly--he just wanted to put out some feelers on where things stood since New York, and he didn't want to risk anyone else if he didn't have to. He was sure they'd understand.

And so, two months and two continents later, he arrived back at Hogwarts, in need of a hot shower and decent food.

Note to Sandra, left in the Bennet rooms next to a box of Swiss chocolates. )

Note to Claire, left on her bed next to a new teddy bear )

Owl to Claude, carrying a wrapped package. )
[identity profile] mrs-bennet.livejournal.com
Did anyone honestly think that residing in Scotland would keep Sandra Bennet from having a traditional Thanksgiving meal?

Love to eat turkey/Love to eat turkey/Love to eat turkey/'Cause it's good/Love to eat turkey/Like a good boy should )
[identity profile] drmonologue.livejournal.com
It had been quite some time since Mohinder had gotten to Hogwarts, and he realized he was really hopelessly out of touch with the few people he knew from before. It was pretty sad when the person he'd spent the most time with was Sylar of all people. Finally, he decided to fix it and send off a few owls.

Owl to Molly Walker )

Owl to Noah Bennet )
[identity profile] ms-miracle-grow.livejournal.com
Owl to Noah Bennet )

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Owl to Sandra Bennet )

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Owl to Peter Petrelli )

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Saving, of course, the hardest one for last, Claire finally sent out a note to Nathan.

Owl to Nathan Petrelli )
[identity profile] crossed-my-mind.livejournal.com
A minute ago, he'd been watching a movie. John Trent still had the popcorn bucket in his hand -it was one of the super-sized ones, so it was still half-full- and had a handful of greasy kernels halfway to his mouth. Without a word, he dropped the popcorn back into the bucket and wiped his hands on his pants leg. He smelled like fake butter and sweat, and his hair was matted and unkempt. He clearly hadn't bathed in several days.

The shirt and pants were even more dirty than the man wearing them. On the back was the name of the hospital that had provided the garments. The back was the only clear spot on the flimsy material. Everything else had been covered in hundreds of hand-drawn crosses. Some were nothing more than simple Xs, and others were elaborate designs that had taken some time to draw. The crosses on Trent's clothes seemed to merge with the ones all over his skin. Any free space he could reach had been inked over with the symbol.
Goddamn sequels. )

"And I just redecorated," he moaned after finishing the application. Setting down the popcorn and grabbing the ink pot, he went over to the wall and began drawing crosses on it.

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

((OOC: This character thinks that he is fictional, but the other HH characters are real. This isn't designed to make other characters question their own reality. Also, it has been approved by the other Sam Neill muns for meta.))
[identity profile] drmonologue.livejournal.com
((Okayed by the other Heroes muns!))

An Indian man walks into the Sorting Room, carrying a small duffel bag, a computer bag, and a briefcase. Unlike many other applicants, he doesn't seem particularly shocked by his presence in this room; rather, he looks around with purpose, giving a satisfied nod as he surveys his surroundings.

When he spots the quill and parchment he smiles to himself and speaks in a cultured British Indian accent. "Now, how does this work?" He only registers the slightest surprise when the Dictaquill writes down his words.

"Very well, then." He sits down at the table and begins to attend to his application. "I think I can write it myself, though. Er..." He hesitates. "Thank you anyway?" He picks up the quill and begins to write.

Is this outside the realm of possibility? )

"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___MS_________
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____MS_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____MS______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____MS_________"
[identity profile] soopernathan.livejournal.com
(( SPLOSION OF HEROES, OH NOEZ :0 Cut for spoilers, though there aren't many. Just to be safe! This has also been approved by all the Heroes muns ^^; ))

...This was where Peter had disappeared off to?

One thing was for certain - Hogwarts was a place in which Nathan Petrelli most definitely did not fit. For a man who had spent the last several weeks, months, God only knew how long, of his life dressed continually and almost solely in business suits and ties - no, really; he practically slept in Gucci by the end of that election - he most definitely did not fit in a school so... crackedcasual.

Even as he was striding into the room, he was loosening his tie, trying to appear as informal as possible with several hundreds of dollars of clothing on his back.

What a dump. )


"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. N.P.
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. N.P.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. N.P.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ...N.P.?"
[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com
(Permission given by the lovely fellow Heroes-muns. Spoiler Warning: Major spoilers for Heroes, including the finale!)

Are you the future or are you the past / Have you been chosen or are you the last / The pictures were sent they seem so unreal / Now I'm made of plastic, wire and steel./ Follow for now and follow for this / Cause everybody follows for nothing at all? / Supernova, your supernova.../ Supernova goes POP. )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______PP______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____PP______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____PP______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______PP_______
[identity profile] mmm-brainz.livejournal.com
(( Permission granted from Heroes!muns :D Italics are Sylar's written answers. ))

Well, well, well. This place was... interesting.

There was a single chair just by the usual table of applications, all alone. A man sat idly inside, slightly slumped, hands laced together in his lap. Totally not dangerous. Nope, not at all. Everything was so very nondescript. Khaki pants. Simple navy blue t-shirt over a dark gray long sleeved one. So neutral it almost stuck out. The quirked grin tugging up a corner of his mouth might have seemed friendly on anybody else, but on him? ...Damn, it was just creepy.

Vast improvement from before, at least. No gouges through the middle of this shirt. But the sweatshirt he'd had before... Well, getting a little stabbed tended to do that to someone.

He cleared his throat once, cocking his head at the application on the table beside him. Hmm. Stacks of papers and only little old him to fill them out? Don't mind if he does. A lone quill lifted off the table and started to scrawl out a single word across the top of the sheet, in a rough chicken scratch of a handwriting. SYLAR.

Coincidentally, the quill was not a Dictaquill. )
[identity profile] nannynutter.livejournal.com
((For any characters who have the need to go there))

Agnes sat on a chair, quietly contemplating things. Like bed pans. Bed pans were possibly the most useless things in the entire universe, they're only there to destroy the patient's dignity, and even at that, they always miss. She would describe it as being sadistic, if she knew what it meant. Of course, on sheer principle, Agnes wasn't quietly contemplating anything, more loudly arguing with concepts in her head. She'd been in a bad mood for the last few weeks, and it still hadn't improved, and on top of that, nobody had been respectibly maimed at the school in days. How was she supposed to enjoy her work when all she got was teenagers arriving to ask how not to get pregnant? Even the girls she could stand, barely, but whn boys asked how they could avoid getting pregnant, she drew the line. I mean, did they have any common sense these days? In her day, all boys knew they couldn't get pregnant unless they drank from the right potion or cast the right spell. Or had an unfortunate incident with a sharp object in their nether regions.

So Agnes sat, loudly arguing things in her head, and drank her tea menacingly (Well, menacingly from the tea's point of view most likely), and ate a biscuit. In a suitably dark manner of course.
[identity profile] familyman-hrg.livejournal.com
((Probable spoilers up until the season finale.))

I'm comfortable with morally gray. )

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

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