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"Holy. Fucking. Shit, David Blaine," a voice squawked incredulously from the Hogwarts floor. He pushed himself off the floor and onto his hands and knees. "Ooh, you made a stone floor hit me in the face! Big woop, David Blaine! Big woop! Yeah, you would need effing demon magic to get me on my knees, bitch!" He then jumped up and started to bounce around, like a boxer in a ring.

( Evan Ferguson Was Not Signing a Release )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. I'm not signing a release!
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Not signing this.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. I want my lawyer!
One day, marmalade will rule the world. If you put this on a blog, I'll effing sue you!"

Current Mood: aggravated

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It was a good thing Liz had been warned about Hogwarts--specifically, about how damned weird it could be. Unlike many applicants, she didn’t just show up in the Sorting Room; instead, she and Shaun had taken the Floo system through Diagon Alley, a trip that made the Tube look like a paragon of efficiency by comparison. At least the Tube didn’t get you quite as filthy.

The school was pretty much as he and Susan had described--vast, ancient, and exceptionally bizarre, even without her having met any of her soon-to-be fellow students. It was not, however, as bizarre as it might have been--Z-Day had given both her and Shaun the ability to believe almost anything.

“Does everyone pass through here?” she asked, picking up the application.

“Everybody,” Shaun affirmed. “It’s how they decide where you’re meant to go--the Houses, and all that.” Both he and Liz had grown up well after boarding schools went out of fashion, so the only contact they’d had with the idea until now had been through books.

( I think you've understated the weird factor )

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

Current Mood: curious

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A notice appears around the school:

Feel stressed? Overworked? A little nuts?
Try YOGA!
Free class with resident therapist Molly Michon
Four o'clock, next to Greenhouse Three

( You don't HAVE to turn into a pretzel )

Current Mood: peaceful

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((Open to Bart Allen, Oz, George St. Bartleigh, Doug Murphy, Rogue, Willow Rosenberg, Janet Fraiser, Zelgadiss Graywords))

( Calling Cluster Nine, Calling Cluster Nine... )

Current Mood: okay

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((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

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

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_________"

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George didn't know where he was at, but he knew one thing: This wasn't the big push. He had been running toward the Germans, and then he ran into the wall here.

"Well, now, that's a strange sort of thing."

Then he noticed the application, and the people mingling about.

( Tally ho, pip pip, and Bernard's your uncle! )

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(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_______

Current Location: Sorting Room
Current Music: Powerman 5000 - 'Supernova Goes Pop'

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(( 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. )

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Location: The sorting room
Current Music: Roison Murphy - Ramalama (Bang Bang)

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A pale, withdrawn-looking young man appears in the Sorting Room. For an instance he looks startled, then almost fearful; when he notices the application on a small table before him, his expression changes to one of despairing resignation. How can he expect them to believe, when he so fervently wishes that his account was nothing more than some feverish nightmare? The dark cloud that obstructed his memory aside - and oh, how he wished it obstructed yet more! - Carter had been nothing but candid in each of his many, many statements, and this constant questioning is beginning to grate.

( I repeat to you, gentlemen, that your inquisition is fruitless. Detain me here forever if you will... )
"I have read the

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

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((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

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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... )

ugly-imp.livejournal.com

( Cut for possible NSFW content. You have been warned. )

Current Mood: horny
Current Location: an empty classroom
Current Music: Wendy Weatherby - Cock up your Beaver

canes-can-kill.livejournal.com

( Honey badger to Rogue, heavily warded, and charmed to spray blood at unintended readers. )

( Owl to Lily, warded, charmed to burst into flames for anybody else. )

Current Mood: all business

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Rogue stared down at the parchment. Huh. She hadn't realized there'd be an entrance exam to get into here, and as someone who never finished high school she was a bit worried. But upon picking up the paper and actually looking at the questions, she feels better. A little. These were some weird-ass questions, but she's no stranger to weird-ass schools. So she pulls a pen out of her pocket (she's not going to make an idiot of herself by trying to write with a feather, thank you very much) and starts scratching out answers.

((Spoiler warning: Rogue is taken from Ultimate X-men 78-79. Spoilers for previous of Ultimate X-men are under the cut.))

( If I'm ever gonna make up for all the awful stuff I done, I need to get out in the world and help. )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Location: The Sorting Room

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