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Mister Weasley was holding his office hour, which were set at "Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays from after lunch until mid-afternoonish". Ron would thus be in his office until the weather changed or until he was hungry again.

( Quidditch: For Muggles Too! )

Current Location: Mister Weasley's Office

pre-l.livejournal.com

((OOC: the nerd in me...metathought is to think about thought...))

After what could only be called a disasterous conversation, L was not really wanting to be alone with his own thoughts. To be alone meant he had to reevaluate his own thinking processes in the face of new evidence, something he greatly detested. He was the world's three greatest detectives. He wasn't wrong.

He'd just been shown how very flawed his own thinking was.

He didn't want to think about it.

He struggles to focus on the task of making tea and counting sugar cubes as he stacks them and drops them in the cup. Stack three, one in the cup...stack three, one in the cup.

blond-bondshell.livejournal.com

((Warning: loooong post. Skip to the bottom for an open RP.))

Now free of the sorting room, it was time to get to work. Left to fend for himself in the hallway, he ducked into an alcove and pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket. The phone had GPS to tell him his exact location, and was secure communication between here and MI6. Much to his surprise and irritation, the screen was dark. The battery had been charged, so something within the phone was malfunctioning. He slid it back into his pocket.

( You are now free to move about the castle. )

( The next morning )

( London )

To his surprise, his watch still worked. He'd adjusted the time in London, and realized that he'd been gone for maybe five hours. There'd been an energy bar in the bag, and he'd eaten that. Now it was time to find where the students ate in this school. Without a deadline or an objective, he took the time to explore the halls between Gryffindor and the Great Hall.

greenxlightning.livejournal.com

[There is a loud explosion, and suddenly the wall kind of ... disintegrates. A young woman with long black hair storms through the new door, fists still glowing green. She looks around, furious.]

Okay, where is it? Where are you hid - WHERE THE HELL AM I?!

( Allow me to elucidate. )

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____Shego
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____Shego.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____Shego.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____Shego"

Current Mood: angry

jemmafloats.livejournal.com

The castle still was appealing to Jemma and she didn't really see how it would ever stop; with things changing everyday, new stairways and the like, she found it kept things interesting.

On this particular day though, Jemma was headed to the Hospital Wing to see if anyone there needed any of her help. As predicted, she missed helping people. She really missed Rob and it was probably showing, but she missed helping people too, and made her way to the Hospital Wing just in case.

mari-el-la.livejournal.com

Mariella knows about Hogwarts. She won't say anything to anyone to indicate this. Don't worry :)

The blonde-ringletted girl does not look as though she should be wearing all black. She looks rather...dare I say...preppy.

Except Mariella got some pritt stick and she glued her lips together; she doesn't talk. She's an elective mute. (She heard someone say once 'that means she could talk if she likes but she doesn't want to.' Mariella likes this assessment.) And she's had enough of her mother's begging to try and fit in.

So Hogwarts would probably welcome her. As she walks into the Sorting room, she's beaming. Oh yes, this is the Hogwarts she read about in books and fanfics. Too bad she won't feel like telling anybody.

( Mariella, Mariella, my pretty, baby girl, unglue your lips from being together and wear some pink and pearls )

callmewednesday.livejournal.com

(( note, 11/21: I've been feeling under the weather, and thus slow with the tags, but I will get back to everyone's tags! Feel free to toss people at Wednesday. Today is, after all, his day.))

Folds of air shimmered as though an invisible curtain had billowed. Somehow, ineffably, they parted; and a well-dressed man of somewhat indeterminate age stepped into the Sorting Room, a blast of chill surrounding him but quickly dissipating.

He wasn't young, but he didn't look old-old. Certainly he didn't look anywhere near his actual age, and that was a thing he wasn't likely to expound upon, not right off the bat. His hair was fair, the ruddy blonde you see in some Scandinavians, now gone mostly to gray; his eyes, too, were gray, a gray that might put one in mind of flint, or of ice. He wore a pale suit of a clearly expensive make and cut, and he wore it with the ease that suggested this was not just an interview suit. On the other hand, he didn't seem averse to being interviewed, as the Hat declaimed the questions and he allowed the Dictaquill to write down his answers.

Mostly, he seemed amused.

"You'll want to know what to call me. I've had many names. You here can call me Wednesday. Mister Wednesday, if you want to be polite, and I find courtesy often advisable among new acquaintances."

( He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru / You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan / Designed and directed by his red right hand )

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

Current Location: Sorting Room
Current Music: Nick Cave, "Red Right Hand"

damien-thorn.livejournal.com

The random participants of the Hogwarts customer satisfaction survey were returned in the same manner, if not quite the same condition as when they had been picked up three weeks ago. The house elves had seen to the needs of the participants as best as they could. Food and water had been provided, along with basic facilities and a place to sleep. Since bathing and changing clothes fell under an "alternative lifestyle" for Hogwart's favorite elves, they hadn't thought to provide the same for the participants.

( And the cat came back the very next day )

damien-thorn.livejournal.com

The house elves may had been on to something, back when they re-arranged Damien's furniture in the Love Tent of Rawk. Damien cleaned his blood off of the thorns on his statue's head, then pulled a tie off of Tie Rack Jesus' outstretched arms. Combining his daily tirade into his morning routine had been a stroke of genius, and got Damien out the door five minutes faster each morning. He was straightening the knot on his tie when one of the house elves appeared out of nowhere with a clipboard in hand.

"Hello," it said, reading off a script on the board, "you have been randomly selected to participate in a customer satisfaction survey." It looked up at him expectantly.

Damien blinked in confusion, then tried to sidestep around the elf. "No, thank you," he said. He'd only gone two steps down the hall before the elf appeared in front of him again.

"You have been selected," it insisted. "It is time for you to complete the survey."

The cattle prod it was holding looked very familiar.

( All around the castle, things seemed amiss. )

undeadsparkle.livejournal.com

Kahsaandrah Sakura Sylverfyre appeared in the Sorting Room amidst a cloud of golden sparkles. She looked around with a demure and yet sassy look on her face. ~~What was left of her face, anyway. The skin on her lower jaw was long since rotted away.~~ She was wearing a low-cut red robe of the finest silk ~~also rotted through in places, and strategically cut in others~~ and had long, shining pale hair ~~though it might have been mouse-brown back when she was still alive.~~ She spied a table with her indigo orbs and wafted gracefully over to it. She picked up a parchment on it ~~and assumed that it was the start of a quest that would give her XP and hopefully the reward of a skimpier robe that somehow gave her more armor~~ skimmed the writing, and sighed theatrically. "What is this?" she asked, her voice like music ~~if it was played on a violin with some strings cut.~~ "Is this some kind of joke?" She folded her arms and lifted her chin in a haughty manner and waited for an answer. When none come, she frowned and looked back at the parchment.

"Fine, then, I'll play along." She picked up a nearby quill with her delicate, long-fingered hands ~~which plainly showed bone in places~~ and began to write her answers out. She spoke the answers she wrote as well, because who didn't want to hear the sound of her beautiful musical voice that was capable of charming animals of the forest over to her? The truth was, she had a tendency of enjoying the sound of her own voice while questing and even the peaceful animals of Tirisfal Glades were anxious to try and take her out for the good of all involved.

( Of course you'd be interested in what she has to say! )

She sighed again and twirled a lock of shining pale hair around her finger. "Now what happens?" she asked no one in particular. The lock of hair came loose, and she shook it to the floor with a completely oblivious look on her face.

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

Current Mood: quixotic
Current Music: "My Immortal," Evanescence

forcedexile.livejournal.com

I would like to see you in my office.

Professor of Flying

tamwood.livejournal.com

((OOC Note: Ivy is a living vampire, which means that she was born with the vampire virus, but she is not truly undead. Nonetheless, other vampires would be able to sense it - and other magically inclined people, too. So feel free to notice away :P))

There were very few things that Ivy Tamwood expected to be confronted with as soon as she staggered out of bed. A tornado of Jenks' kids in the kitchen was usually typical, as was Rachel puttering around and cooking up spells. On the rare occasions it was Rachel planning, or edgy Rachel (especially if Ivy had been slightly less than iron willed the previous night). Or even Jenks drunk on honey. She could deal with any of those things in the morning.

But what Ivy did not expect was to be transported into the middle of a castle. Especially when she was dressed in little but a silk black robe, clutching a mug of tea. She hadn't even had a chance to brush her hair. The morning, interestingly enough, generally revealed an altogether very human Ivy. An odd occurrence, especially when one was a living vampire.

Ivy blinked slowly, coming out of early morning fogginess and into awareness, her nostrils flaring as she took in the room. The application paper was noted with nothing more than a cursory, disinterested glance. She had much more interesting things to think about.

"Rachel!" She hissed loudly, her sudden anger out of place with her rumpled appearance. "I know you're around here! Six months and-" Cutting herself off, Ivy took a deep breath and settled her tea down onto the nearby table, still glaring rather grumpily around the room.

( Questions. By the Turn, this had better not be some sort of test. )

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______IT______
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____IT______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____IT______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______IT_______

Current Mood: disgruntled
Current Location: Sorting Room

tartan-pussy.livejournal.com

Minerva knew that students rarely made it to class on time these days (if at all) and so she left the following instructions on the board:

( Today's Instructions... )

tartan-pussy.livejournal.com

The door to Minerva McGonagall's office was open and there was a sign tacked to the front of it that read:

Office Hours for Transfiguraton are today. All students are welcome to meet with Professor McGonagall regarding any questions or concerns they might have about Transfiguration

Of course, McGonagall herself was seated at the desk in the office awaiting any students that might wander by.

hot-german.livejournal.com

( A pillow is worth a thousand words )

((More coming later! This is going to be a long one.))

nemofound.livejournal.com

((backdated to the night of the Tam+Maturin wedding reception))

It was very late, but Dr. Grant had told Nemo that grownups could stay up all night if they wanted to. Nemo, currently in his human form and physically aged to about 21 courtesy of the chocolates at the Tam+Maturin wedding reception, was attempting to do just that.

Carrying his tribble's cage in one hand and attempting to juggle a black and white cat in his arms, Nemo walked into the Gryffindor common room. Unfortunately, rumpled-up folds in a rug are easier seen when you are four feet tall than when you add twenty-four inches to that, and carrying pets does not make catching your balance any easier.

Nemo tripped. Arms pinwheeling as Orca the cat leapt free and Furryfurrysoft the tribble started squealing alarm-sounds, Nemo skidded to a stop on the soft rug, mere inches from an armchair by the fire. With a triumphant grin, he steadied the cage and watched as Furryfurrysoft returned to her normal purring chirps. Then he looked up and saw the occupant of the crimson-upholstered armchair.

"Oh, hi Oliver!" he said cheerfully.

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: Gryffindor common room

lilypotter60.livejournal.com

(Mr. Quackers delivers. Note is heavily warded and charmed to sing raunchy versions of Quidditch fight songs to anyone else. Will burst into flames if Sirius Black comes near.)

( Duck to Oliver )

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Location: Library

estebanmd.livejournal.com

Having once again secured the services of a new teaching assistant, and having been obliquely reproached by said assistant for the infrequency of classes at Hogwarts, Dr Maturin felt perhaps it would be proper to hold office hours. The practice served more than one purpose: besides fulfilling one's duty as faculty, it gave one occasion to hear confidences and matters of interest that one might not otherwise hear in the course of one's work. Students who attended Stephen's office hours rarely limited themselves to the discussion of potions.

Thus the faithful elf Aloysius posted signs outside the Great Hall, in each house's common room, and on Stephen's office door:

Office hours for Potions are being held. Current and prospective students are welcome to drop by Professor Maturin's office to discuss any issue of interest to them.

dinosaurman.livejournal.com

I'll be gone until Sunday due to family matters. Catch you on the flip side!

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Flying Office Hours ((Open RP))

Metathought ((Open RP, Great Hall))

James Bond and the Goblet of DANGER! ((Open!))

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Open RP : Jemma Claflin

Application: Mariella, Kate Nash's song 'Mariella'

application for Mr. Wednesday (American Gods)

The Cat in the Hat Comes Back

Hiatus notice (Open RP, if people want to use it)

OC Sue Squibbait: Kahsaandrah Sakura Sylverfyre, World of Warcraft

Owls to Steph and Oliver [Closed RP]

Application: Ivy Tamwood (Kim Harrisons 'Rachel Morgan' series)

Transfiguration Class

Transfiguration Office Hours, Open RP

Oliver/Dieter with pictures!

Fun with height inversions - semi-open RP for Oliver Wood and Grownup!Nemo

Duck to Wood

open to all students: office hours for Potions

OOC: Brief Hiatus

semi-closed RP: Camilla's first dinner party at Hogwarts