[identity profile] serrulata.livejournal.com
((OOC: Backdated to the 22nd. Happy Birthday, Bad Fox! :D ))

For all his efforts to the contrary, the school's congregation of House Elves had, once again, managed to trap him in the Great Hall with cake, party favors, and a stupid little party hat that one Elf kept trying to hang festively on one of his ears. He was amazed at his own restraint thus far, having only threatened an unforgivable curse on his pint-sized tormentors.

The cake, this time, was a multi-layered thing with more frosting, fondant, and sugar flowers than absolutely necessary. The candles numbered something in the hundreds, yet somehow the nuclear heat from their combined flames only melted the face of anyone nearby, leaving the cake itself unharmed. Sometimes, especially in cases like these, Kurama really hated magic.

Kurama waited at one table on the far end of the hall. All the exits were guarded by overly-cheerful elves soliciting passing students to come and celebrate with the "birthday thing." It was better than 'birthday boy,' but not by much.
[identity profile] sadistdream.livejournal.com
Road was sprawled across a table in the library, surrounded by books and with a wand at her side. Upon finishing with the book she had been skimming, she tossed it carelessly aside and moved onto the next one. A sufficiently cowed house elf caught the book and returned it to the shelf without a word. Those may have been specks of blood upon his tea-towel toga, but then again they may have been ketchup.

"Aha!" exclaimed Road, and suddenly halted her rapid page-flipping. She took a small lollipop from her pocket, and then jabbed the wand at it with a muttered, "Engorgio." Nothing happened, so she repeated her actions again... and again... and again. The 'engorgio's became steadily louder and the wand-jabs steadily more savage. Still she couldn't see any difference, until...

She squinted, trying to figure out whether it was just a trick of the light, or whether the candy's size had increased.
[identity profile] finbarwrong.livejournal.com
((OOC: With permission from China mun - me.))

A man with long greasy black hair found himself in the Sorting Room. The great doors were closed behind him, and some feet away a lone desk with stationary upon it rested, undisturbed. He took measured steps forward, as if assessing the firmness of the stone, should the flagstones disappear from under his shit-kickers. The man wasn't edgy or confused; he seemed at one, content and relaxed with his given situation. He had coloured tattoos up and down his bare arms, all melting into one another. He wore a band shirt which not only had undergone some savagery (no longer sleeved and frayed) was terribly loose on his willowy frame. He sported a collection of black bands around his wrist, ranging in thickness and spiked or not spiked styles, one even holding a shiny silver skull. Even before he seated himself, there was an inner awareness that the quill would act upon his spoken word, be it because he was a Sensitive .. or merely because he took the time to read the note beside it.

ExpandAllow me to elucidate ... )

"I have read the
[info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Finbar.
I have read the
[info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Finbar.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Finbar.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Finbar."
[identity profile] sadistdream.livejournal.com
One moment Road was frolicing in the Kamelot Manor garden, and then she was somewhere completely different. The apparent little girl looked around with a puzzled frown - she had not gone through one of her doors, the ones that acted as portals to wherever she desired, and she had not been anywhere near Noah's Ark, so how...?

"Papa?" she called. "Tyki? Anyone?"

Her frown deepened when there was no reply. She reached out with her mind, attempting to summon one of her doors, but the connection was not there. She was trapped.

She examined her surroundings more closely, and noticed for the first time the desk with the parchment, quill and inkwell atop it. She walked over to take a look. A questionnaire, huh? Normally she wasn't one for things like homework - who would be when they could make their family do it for them? - but she didn't exactly have anything else to do. She reached for the quill, but it sprung up before she laid a finger on it, dipped itself into the inkwell, and hovered over the parchment in readiness for her dictation.

"Handy," she commented, and the quill transcribed the word onto the parchment.

ExpandI'm taken away from home by some unknown power, and I still have to do homework? )

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

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