[identity profile] ariemorytwo.livejournal.com
Ari was learning. Mostly about the structure of Hogwarts-now and Hogwarts-as-it-used-to-be. She'd quickly come to the conclusion that to learn anything academic, she'd really need to talk to Hogwarts natives. She wasn't discounting the knowledge or talents of other transplants and latecomers, by any means. For actual Hogwarts-based skills, though, she wanted an insider's view.

ExpandWhat it made Ari think of, more than anything, was Reseune ... )

Professor Snape:

I hope I'm not presuming too far on our brief acquaintance: we met at my recent Sorting. I haven't met anyone here who knows nearly as much about Hogwarts' magic. As we discussed at the Sorting, I am new to magic. If it isn't too much trouble, may I ask your advice on a couple of points? And if you prefer not to correspond with me -- I understand you must be quite busy -- would you be willing to refer me to another person whose knowledge and experience you respect?

Regards,
Ariane Emory
[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
Beowulf loved the Secret Santa exchange. He had loved it ever since Pippi Longstocking gave him the gift of rainbow-striped scarf, hat, and matching gloves, which he wore every year at Yule thereafter.

The concept of Santa, however, had very little to do with the holiday cheer Beowulf knew best. This year, he decided, as Gryffindor Prefect he would take matters into his own hands.

Posters went up everywhere, dictated by Beowulf to about twenty Dictaquills writing on twenty different sheets of parchment at once, and subsequently tacked up by house elves in all the usual places.



HWÆT! Yule tide does approach!

We call upon you to give gifts to one another, in the manner of a Yule Goat. If you do this, a Yule Goat will also give a gift unto you! If you fail to honor your pledge of gift-giving, a Yule Goat will disapprove!

Note the name by which you are called, if you wish to take part in this jolly exchange!

You have until the 10th day of December to make your pledge. On the 11th day of December, you will be told the name of the Hogwartsman whose Yule Goat you will be!




((OOC note!: Wishbone's player has kindly passed the torch to Beowulf this year. Beowulf will be organizing the Secret Santa exchange along the same lines as Wishbone's exchange last year.

Like last year, characters can ICly sign up other characters if the mun has OOC approval from the other character's player. Just note the permission OOCly in your comment.

Either let me know what e-mail address I should associate with that character's player, or what LJ account I should PM, once Beowulf has made all the assignments. ICly the character will receive an owl from Beowulf giving them their assignment, which is how the characters who didn't sign themselves up will find out they are obligated! OOCly, I'll either e-mail or PM each player.))
[identity profile] ariemorytwo.livejournal.com
((ooc note: Ariane Emory II is taken from after the events of Cyteen (1988) and Regenesis (2009). Expect thorough spoilers for Regenesis. ))

Expand'A different Ari. A very different Ari.' 'We don't know how different she'll become, as time passes.' )


ooc disclaimer: I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. AEII
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. AEII
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. AEII
One day, marmalade will rule the world. AEII
[identity profile] pure-tradition.livejournal.com
((Unpopping Lucius after the proper procedures. =) He doesn't remember his previous time at HH Hogwarts, and will be a very canon characterization. Closed because Lucius is in no state for socializing with strangers.))

It was past midnight, and a butter-sodden man was sitting hunched outside the popcorn room, eyes open, but unmoving and seemingly unaware of his surroundings. He could see them just fine in the dim moonlight streaming through a window, but the solidity of his environs failed to register. The quiet hall seemed a strange mirage within the interminable prison of his own skull, in which he'd been effectively trapped for what seemed countless years.

No human mind could resist the influence of the Azkaban dementors, and Lucius Malfoy had now spent nearly a year in the confines of the hellish place. He'd lost track of time within a week of his incarceration, and the first month may as well have been a lifetime. There were not so many dementors at Azkaban as there once were, but there were more than enough of them remaining to have their dreaded effect. He couldn't even try to think encouraging thoughts, for the dementor's influence twisted everything, allowing only the worst possibilities to seethe to the forefront of the nightmare chaos.

ExpandRead more... )
[identity profile] doctor-hook.livejournal.com
*tapping mic*

Hej? This on?

So, okay, seems half the school has been in an altered mental state, or an altered physical state in some cases. You people really are masochists. If anyone's having, hmm, psychiatric side effects due to recent adventures in hexed food, stop by the Hospital Wing and we'll give you a nice sedative.

In the meantime ... and for the rest of us ... some music for altered states.

Expandthe playlist )

(( After the set has finished, Hook opens the lines to requests, like so: ))

Sorting Hat could be a closet music aficionado, among other closeted things. Quite the random collection in here, crates full of it. Floo me a line if there's anything you want to hear. No promises, but I may be able to dig it up for you.

If you want me to read some kind of anonymous request aloud, try to make it as unembarrassing as possible for me and for you.
[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com
If there was one mortal he'd met whose pride could equal his own, that mortal was Snape. For the past few months Lezard had made himself scarce, having good and less-than-good reasons of his own. The rapid departure of Hermione and sudden ascension of Ofdensen could not be allowed to pass without some token of condolence to Snape, however. Lezard knew that the man would be hurting; knew, too, that pride would not permit him to complain of it.

He knocked at the door to the professor's private chambers. They both knew Lezard could appear in almost any room unannounced and without permission; the knock was a courtesy, and a mark of consideration.
[identity profile] not-so-stellar.livejournal.com
(( With mod permission and due process followed, here is Narcissa Malfoy. Narcissa does not remember her prior time(s) at Hogwarts, unless and until we find it amusing. Barring that, she's straight outta HBP. ))


She found herself on a cold floor, amid a pool of tepid and congealing butter, and her muscles were not obeying her. Very little elegance in this, more's the pity: Narcissa twitched. It was not even as dignified as sleep-paralysis. Her limbs were coming back to life, all pins-and-needles, and she did not know what had happened to her. She could only assume the worst.

Draco, failing? Snape's Unbreakable Vow, exacted at such a cost of pain and embarrassment for Narcissa, all for nothing? Memories of the most recent past stirred sluggishly in a mind not quite yet in possession of its full faculties. No, but Dumbledore was dead, was dead, and that task was done -- why would anyone have punished Narcissa? (And by anyone, she meant Him, or someone acting at His order, which amounted to the same thing. Him. The Dark Lord, who had wanted her son to fail.)

She shivered and cried for her husband. She would be deeply embarrassed later.
[identity profile] woocha.livejournal.com
The house elves were arranging presents under the tree, well, what can fit anyway. Some of the bigger and more mobile things were placed nearby. Each gift has a pretty tag saying who it's for.

And where was the dog that arranged all this?

Er...he's sleeping on the table. Lots of yummy treats will do that to you.

[[OOC: Secret Santa gifts are here.

I know, four of you are missing gifts (well, two technically, since two of the characters are mine). Rest assured, you will be taken care of.

People who still haven't posted their gifts, you have until tomorrow to post them. Otherwise, one of the pinch hitters will do so instead.]]
[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] woocha.livejournal.com
ExpandFrom Matt to L )
ExpandFrom Matt to Mello and Near )
ExpandFrom Matt to Kusu and Kurama )
ExpandFrom Matt to A and the pets (this included Wishbone) )

Wishbone gave books and candy to A, Near, Mello, L, Matt, Professor Snape, and Kusuriyuri.

For all the pets he gave assorted treats (he saved the biggest one for Schro).
[identity profile] methleigh.livejournal.com
"I suppose we really need this remedy for the muggles? They cannot simply use magic to relieve their symptoms? They will expect tonics and the taste of medicine. They are apparently aware most of that is simply alcohol..." Severus grumbled to Hook. "Of course, as it is a school for magic, they will expect fizzing sparkling rainbow-coloured nasty-tasting medicine..."

Despite his words he is stirring a potion carefully, counterclockwise, and he has added peppermint for the easing of symptoms. It is an amalgam of pepperup solution and regular cough potion. "I merely have to capture the steam and add ice at the correct moment. That will help to regulate their fevers, along with the more standard wizarding ingredients. And a great deal of whiskey."

He looked up at Hook. "Is this 'flu'- which we used to call 'ague'- really likely to become an epidemic? Or is it just that their paranoia makes them expect they are part of an epidemic, so they will waste our time and resources with imaginary and exagerated symptoms?"
[identity profile] kingbandit.livejournal.com
Jing is a thief. He lives to steal secrets and the representations of grief or pain from their owners. Hogwarts is rife with such secrets, but there is the matter of deciding just what to steal and when and whether he'd truly get away with it.

Then, there is the open challenge he has out to another thief, but the time isn't right yet. So many things happen that keep that particular prize from achieving the value it should have before it's reclaimed.

He's seen the compy lab and wondered about it. Does it hold secrets to steal? The best way to find out is to try. And Jing is one to be rather direct, issuing warnings of his intent. The lab is perfect for this as well.

A brief introductory session, interrupted by a tapestry behind him and the house elf showing him the system bursting into flames, and Jing understands much more than he was shown. In the manner of mischief common to boys and thieves, he makes a post under the name "ODorobou," since he is not one to hide just who and what he is.

Everyone has secrets, things they hide--or think they do--that they don't want anyone else to know. The problem with those secrets is the harder you try to hide them, the more valuable and more vulnerable they become. Unburden yourself. Reveal your secrets and be free of them.


Another fire behind him makes him decide to wait elsewhere, but he'll check back periodically to see just what secrets he collects.

This may be one of the easier heists he's pulled, if it works.
[identity profile] steff-is-a-girl.livejournal.com
After reading this post, Steff, who was so not over her experience with Lezard, despite all claims to the contrary, sat in front of the compy in mute and abject rage.

Never one to back down from a challenge, she eventually reasoned that instead of replying to Lezard's thread, she should just make a new post. So she logged in with her username--Necrobitch--and composed the following:

You know how, a long time ago, there was a list of dangerous students at Hogwarts? Well, I'd like to draw your attention to one student in particular.

Lezard Valeth, in Slytherin house, is someone I would advise everyone to watch out for. He is a public nuisance for the following reasons:

  • 1. He was the one who released the Death Worm that recently terrorized the school.
  • 2. He likes experimenting on unsuspecting and recently unpopped students.
  • 3. He likes to portray himself as completely innocent, and not the homophobic douchebag that he actually is, especially to innocent people on the Hogwartsnet.

  • 4. That laugh.


Anybody got anything else to add to this list?


((OOC Disclaimer: Lezard's mun approves of this post. This is not a pretext for characters to make nasty posts about each other for OOC wank purposes. Steff is just a little bitter and she wants to start a flame war. So, yeah. Let's all keep it IC and cracky and fun, OK? KTHX.))
[identity profile] republikatt.livejournal.com
A small Siamese cat walked into the Sorting Room.

On two feet. Wearing a backpack almost as big as he was. And he wore a green tie that covered most of his face and shoulders and dragged on the floor behind him.

"All right! Bucky Katt is here! Now bring on the Sorting Hat and put me in Slytherin." He waited, tail twitching. Nothing happened. He sniffed, adjusted his tie (green for Slytherin! He came prepared) and clambered up on the table. Hm. Paper. Should he chew on it? No, there were things written on it. Maybe it was a welcome letter to the illustrious Bucky Katt. He plopped his butt down on the table (and only just resisted the urge to sit on the parchment; paper with words written on is a virtual magnet for cat butts), cleared his throat, and started to read.

ExpandI'm not closed-minded. You're just wrong. )

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. BK
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. BK
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. BK
One day, marmalade will rule the world. BK"
[identity profile] elfkameo.livejournal.com
Kameo didn't feel well. Something just...wasn't right. This place confused her. Magic was afoot, but it didn't resemble the magic back at the Enchanted Kingdom. And for some reason or another, she had to take a quiz.

ExpandSaid quiz. )

((FAIL 4-COMBO.))

I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __K
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __K
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __K
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __K
[identity profile] ubergazebo.livejournal.com
Slow life of wood. Sap seeping through woodgrain and through cracks in paint. News from tree to tree in wind speaking of brothers slain. Gazebo, I, will stretch and move. Gazebo probes earth to taste what path leads to the brothers' resting ground. Another flavor there too, like truffles. Gazebo knows that is a love flavor.

Magic helps gazebo, me, to move. Proudly bedecked in flowers. Handsome and angry. That is me. Hear the voice magic gave me to speak without wind. I demand audience.

ExpandAllow me to elucidate. )

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. [livejournal.com profile] ubergazebo
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. [livejournal.com profile] ubergazebo
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. [livejournal.com profile] ubergazebo
One day, marmalade will rule the world. [livejournal.com profile] ubergazebo"
[identity profile] edomedpeddler.livejournal.com
((OOC: This lesson is a continuation of the prior, though it is not required that your pup have participated in the prior. Everything needed will be explained and there is an optional activity that can be done if your pup went to the prior class and if you want to/remember what you did there))

Kusuriyuri knelt before the classroom, waiting for all to be gathered. On each desk was a stack of 22 cards, face down. When turned over, they would reveal the Major Arcana in an art style that suited their user. Kusuriyuri rose when the class was well assembled.

Shikigami, what Westerners refer to as tarot cards, are arranged into two major division. The first consists of twenty-two cards, each of a different type, that is called the Major Arcana, or the large secrets. The second consists of fifty-six cards divided into four groups called the Minor Arcana, or small secrets. What ‘small’ and ‘large’ refer to are trends. The large secrets are the over arcing trends while the small secrets refine the knowledge of these large secrets.

Today, we will discuss the Major Arcana and practice with those to become familiar with them.
ExpandThe lesson continues )

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