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a-grave-man.livejournal.com

((You want classic characters, you got it. Also, I'm aware that the pic is of a modern version of the guy.))

Mercutio sort of spaced out in the sorting room, admiring everything.

"Such gleeful creations; such would be touched by the very hand of God himself, were this not but a mortal design!" ...Right. The man picked up one of the application forms, and again got transfixed--the dictaquill had written out his words, complete with fancy script. "Impossible! Inconceivable? This marvelous creation..." Scribe scribe. "copies me as if but a child, eager to imitate its father in all regards."

Then he actually looked at the app.

( TL;DR )

toujours-sirius.livejournal.com

It may or may not have been coincidental, but at almost the exact same time, eight figures walked through the front door of Hogwarts and into the Entrance Hall. Well, seven walked. The eighth blibbled.

( The godfather, the reluctant hero, and the marshmallow )

( The rhinoceros )

( The jokester )

( The swan )

( The boss and the receptionist )

((Time to officially end my unofficial hiatus! Please feel free to throw your characters at any or all of these guys, gals, and marshamallowy-type creatures! Emmie Silvey is still on hiatus, but I will bring her back in a separate post sometime in the nearish future. :) ))

kill-voldemort.livejournal.com

Life had been nice and simple for a while, and Harry Potter had liked it like that. Quidditch, broom polishing, broom riding, a class or two here or there.... No Death Eaters. No Voldemort. No random threats on his life in general. It had been really nice.

And then bloody Ayame Sohma had come along and ruined it all by alerting Harry to the possibility that he was a god. Just what Harry had not needed. It was weird enough being Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, but at least the hype of that had been dying down, what with all of the strange applicants from other worlds who couldn't give a Niffler's arse about the events of October 31, 1981. But being a god was a pretty big deal. People expected things from gods, like food and miracles and stuff. How on earth would Harry do any of that? He hated cooking (he had prepared more than his fair share of breakfasts while living with the Dursleys), and the only miracles he knew how to perform involved a Golden Snitch and a broomstick. And more than almost anything else, Harry Potter just wanted to be normal.

He turned the conversation with Ayame over and over in his head for a while, but the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt. He had to talk to Ron and Sirius about this. And so, he sent Hedwig off with two letters:

( Owl to Ron Weasley )

( Owl to Sirius Black )

Current Mood: HOLY???
Current Location: Slythendor
Current Music: "What if God Was One of Us?", by Joan Osborne

pimpdrow.livejournal.com

Jarlaxle Baenre never settled into a place for too long unless he had learned a few details first. Cross dimensional information gathering was a bit trickier, but Kimmuriel's dimension door could be coaxed with the right coin and some new psi stones. The name of this place had gone over the planes, so it was hardly unknown to him when he slipped into Hogsmeade, Agatha's mask making him look like just another wizard as he listened in on conversations and gleaned information. Finding a few house elves too was even better, turns out they can be easily bribed with clothes. Some of the freed house elves in Hogsmeade were now very well dressed. It was how he got his information on Hogwarts and a cheat sheet on the parts of the application informing him of things not commonly found in Faerun.

At last his moment was right to finally set foot into the place. Artemis had already abandoned him in Memnon, Athrogate was catching up on old times, Kimmuriel was grumbling less about his position; it was time to do a bit more exploring.

A pair of high boots clicked loudly over the stones into the sorting room. A black-skinned elf of five and a half feet tall walked in wearing a cape of swirling rainbow colors and a large, purple hat with a large plume. He wore an eyepatch over his left eye, though switched it to his other eye a moment later while checking over the room, showing both his eyes were healthy. He was tempted to wear his favorite vest, though a little more tact was needed here so he wore a white, flouncy swordsman's shirt with an embroidered black vest.

He walked with an air of nobility as he approached the table and picked up the quill.

( Musings of a Mercenary )

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

Current Mood: accomplished

coxinsox.livejournal.com

Christmas was in the air, and no one was unhappier about it than Dr. Cox. Presents. Mistletoe. Wreaths. Why the hell did this crap have to go on every year? That was what he wanted to know. God forbid someone try to sing carols at him again. The next person who tried singing was getting his entire stockpile of candy canes right up their ass.

This year, he decided, he was waging war. Christmas (and, just to be equal opportunity, Hanukkah and Kwanzaa and Solstice and whatever other nutty holidays people could come up with to annoy him) was banned from the Hospital Wing from now on.

U~~~nfortunately, since Agnes was still nominally in charge of things, he couldn't actually officially do anything. So he had to take a more... roundabout approach.

"OH-kay!" he roared down the Wing, holding up a floral arrangement. "Now just who in the hell put this here?" He rounded on a retreating House Elf and threw the flowers after them. "It was you, wasn't it, Wrinkleface? Go on, get outta here, ya rat bastard!"

((Open to everyone -- if you need a trip to the Wing, want to join in the anti-Christmas spirit, or just want to get Cox-mauled a little, feel free!))

computerwizkid.livejournal.com

With a small bang of displaced air, a twelve-year-old girl appeared, carrying what might have been a laptop computer, if laptops had eyestalks and jointed legs. She looked around, an increasingly annoyed expression on her face, and groaned.

“Definitely not the Crossings,” Dairine sighed, and opened the cover of the computer. “Spot? Could you show me the transit routine? Something went wrong.” Obediently, the computer displayed a complex diagram, and the girl sat down with the laptop in her lap to examine it. “Nah, looks alright. Any idea where we are?” Again, the requested data displayed itself. The girl frowned.

Scotland? How in heck had she ended up in Scotland? She shouldn’t have been anywhere near Earth! She’d never messed up a transit like this, especially not with Spot’s help. Her dad was going to kill her, followed by Nita, and possibly Tom and Carl, if she didn’t die of embarrassment, first. Sker’ret, who she was supposed to be meeting, would probably die laughing.

Closing the lid of the computer, she looked around again, and picked up an application, examining it. With a shrug, she pulled a ballpoint pen out of her pocket and began to fill it out.

( Where the heck am I? )

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

toujours-sirius.livejournal.com

The garden shed was a bit of an old haunt for Sirius, a thinking and drinking place, if you will. Well, perhaps more of the latter, at least in his early days back at Hogwarts. He had drunk (and got drunk on) Cap'n Morgan's and that strong stuff made by the Cuervo brothers, they of great Divination powers when it came to all kissing-related matters, with Cooper out there. It was also the place where he and Cooper had commenced a singular sexual liaison, as well as the place Cooper had helped Sirius realise how he felt about Lily. And it was the place he had met that girl Chance, the one who had returned from death to find herself in a world that looked just like hers, but apparently lacked the person she cared about the most.

He didn't go there too often any more, but as he was heading out onto school grounds, going nowhere in particular, just a jaunt outside to enjoy the last throes of the pleasant late Scottish summer, he thought he heard a blibbling noise from behind his old stomping ground, and so he ducked behind the shed to investigate. Perhaps Homsar was there, pacing as he meditated on the lack of The Jeffersons?

The area turned out to be empty, nothing there but Cooper's rusty old wheelbarrow, a dozen or so empty and discarded rum bottles, and a small patch of rubbery-looking mushrooms growing in the cool shade of the shed's awning. But there was something inviting about it, something quiet and pensive and calming about its seclusion, all the memories enveloping Sirius's brain, making his mind wander lazily. It was quite pleasant, really, and so rather than continue his walk, he settled down against one side of the shed, opposite the patch of mushrooms, and simply sat back, head inclined slightly towards the sun.

He hadn't been one for spending time by himself, but after all those lonely years in Azkaban, he had become used to it, and it was just nice to take in the weather and reflect on how much his life had changed for the better in recent months.

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Location: Behind the garden shed

beef-monkey.livejournal.com

((With due permission of Charlie-mun.))

Whoa. What was going on here? Colby was fairly sure that this was not prison. And after the whole being revealed as a spy for the Chinese, he was fairly sure he should be on his way to prison, if not Guantanamo Bay. Not… wherever this was. It looked like some kind of castle, at least to him. And he didn’t seem to be cuffed anymore, either.

And there was some kind of application. This was getting odder by the moment. Honestly. On the Colby Granger Scale of Weirdness, this actually topped Megan and Larry dating.

( Well, it had to be better than prison. )

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

unbittenapple.livejournal.com

((OOC: I'm taking Bella from midway through New Moon, just after her dive. Spoilers reside within! Also, a note for any psychics; Bella's mind is somewhat impervious to any type of mind-reading or attempts to magically influence her.))

An girl in her late teens arrives abruptly in the Sorting room.
No surprise there, then.

( I'm trying to figure out what you are. )

damnfinecupof.livejournal.com

(( Open to Lily Evans, Homsar, Sirius Black, Agent Cooper, Richard Papen, Camilla Macaulay, Aayla Secura, Homestar Runner, Sam Winchester, Judy Poovey, Dale Smither, and Charles Macaulay. Oh, and visitors if so inclined or necessary. ))

Cooper ran a finger along the ridged rim of his numbered token. He'd always thought of himself as the marrying kind. It just so happened that he'd never found the right woman at the right time. Oh, he'd found the right woman at the wrong time more than once, and the wrong woman at the right time maybe more times than he'd admit.

Knowing Hogwarts, and knowing the Sorting Hat, he suspected this marriage was going to be very much a case of the wrong woman at the wrong time.

He just hoped that it wasn't going to be a case of the wrong face-eating cat at the wrong time.

There was never a right time for face-eating cats.

Current Location: El Mundo del Sombrero, cluster 4

petyr-baelish.livejournal.com

((Littlefinger's motives for coming to Hogwarts stolen from Camilla. Thanks!))

A short man with grey-green eyes and a goatee strolled leisurely through the Great Hall to the head table. His elegant silk blue cloak with its silver mockingbird clasp was caked with mud, but he was smiling. "I should really have a talk with that Thoros," he drawled. "His directions were awful." He gave a low bow. "My name's Petyr Baelish, though you can call me Littlefinger. I was informed I might find what I'm looking for here."

At that, his expression darkened. "You see, all my life, I've dreamed of one thing," he said, "something that keeps me awake at nights, inflamed with passion, longing to feel her sweet, sweet lips upon my own as I run my fingers through her silky auburn hair, and that thing is...uh, magic." He coughed. "Yes, that's it. Magic. It's a nearly dead art where I'm from, you see, so I'm eager to study it at Hogwarts. Archaic magical lore is all so fascinating."

He gave his best I'm-totally-not-up-to-something look. It hurt his face; those muscles had atrophied from disuse years ago.

Meanwhile, he scanned the room to acquaint himself with his new surroundings. The floating chandeliers, the four long tables, the ceiling bewitched to look like the night sky--all were as his informers had described them. His upper lip curled at the large hat waiting for him on the stool. "Oh, do I have to put that dirty old thing on my head? Charming. Well, I'd best get on with it."

( Spoilers for A Song of Ice and Fire follow. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. --PB.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. --PB.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. --PB
One day, marmalade will rule the world (as a figurehead, while I control everything behind the scenes). --PB"

anuclearwinter.livejournal.com

Most people look foolish wearing evening dress in the daytime. Laura de Winter is not one of those people.

She doesn’t even look perturbed when confronted with stone walls and hangings and high windows. She only registers that she’s in a new place when she cannot exit the room. Then her beautiful face tightens.

’I see that little toad made good on his promise.’ Hadn’t her foolish, naive son threatened to send them elsewhere with that time-travel device of his? Well. She’d just have to find him. She wouldn’t put it past him to gloat—it seemed she’d vastly underestimated his potential.

For the moment, however, Laura is here. And since the bit of paper seems to be a step to letting her go, she fills it in with the Dictaquill, elegant skin flushed with anger.

( Wafts of expensive perfume drifted my way. )

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

canes-can-kill.livejournal.com

((Backdated slightly and set during this.))

( Steve McQueen the rat is sent to Sirius, warded, and charmed to flash painful neon colors. House likes taking his frustration out on other people! )

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: Slytherin

lilypotter60.livejournal.com

( Magazine, know what I mean/You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen/Magazine, stuck to my hand/The boys don't ever get it/But the girls all understand/Missionary position, politician/Young girls in the world's oldest profession/Beauty, health, fashion, food/And the books and sex and art and news/The boys don't ever get it/But the girls all understand )

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Lauren Christy ~ Magazine

kamikazejudy.livejournal.com

( This place is so RETRO. )

"I have read the

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

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

thebloodypoet.livejournal.com

((OOC: I've contacted the BtVS muns that were listed as active; but I'm terribly sorry if I forgot someone! Additionally, for reference, I'm taking Spike just after he leaves Sunnydale in Season 2. Hooray for rifts in time!))

A Chaos Demon. He'd been dumped for a bloody Chaos Demon.

There were some things that just weren't right in the world, and having your lover/sire/sort-of-sister of over a century dump you for something that looked like a snotty tissue packed with lard was just... not right. But Spike had a plan to change this. Right now, this plan involved a lot of drinking and smashing things, and a place to lay low to do it in.

Oh, who was he kidding? Laying low was hardly his style - proven by the rather loud bang he made when he kicked the door to the castle open. Spike had heard about this place, with its many witches (and its few vampires), not to mention all the other interesting little bits. Like a variety buffet, so to speak.

"DRUSILLA!" Spike roared, stalking into the middle of the room. "Dru, if you're here, I'm going to tear you into messes! DRU." Oh, there was no point in shouting, she wouldn't be here. But at least this place sounded interesting enough to stay for a while while he regrouped. And it had felt bloody good to just yell at her, even if she wouldn't hear it.

( An eternal dilemma: Why is there nobody around to kill when you really, really need it to feel better? )

I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Location: Sorting Room

lilypotter60.livejournal.com

((Warning - there may be slight spoilers for backstory given in Deathly Hallows. Please proceed with caution. XD))

( When you try your best but you don't succeed/When you get what you want but not what you need/When you feel so tired but you can't sleep/Stuck in reverse/And the tears come streaming down your face/When you lose something you can't replace/When you love someone but it goes to waste/could it be worse?/Lights will guide you home/and ignite your bones/And I will try to fix you )

Current Mood: awake
Current Location: Evans-Black Suite
Current Music: Fix You - Coldplay

awoooo.livejournal.com

((App is okay'ed by all ASOIAF muns, God help them. Here there be HUGE SPOILERS for A Storm of Swords -- you have been warned!))

( Arf? )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: distressed

mischief-george.livejournal.com

A few days after his non-date that turned out to be very much a date and then kind of got weird because girls were sodding mental, George decided it was time to be proactive. To pull himself up by his bootstraps and try to figure out what the hell had happened.

So, he sent out a few owls. It was time for reinforcements.

( Owl to Fred )

( Owl to Sirius )

( Owl to Jim )

---

And then, because... Well, because he had to, George sent out one last owl.

( Owl to Stephanie Brown )

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: owlry

tartan-pussy.livejournal.com

Posters appear magically all over the school that say:

Midsummer's Festival

When: Tonight!
Where: By the lake
What: A party celebrating the summer solstice.

There will be food, drink and a bonfire! All students are invited.

((OOC: All RPing for the festival should take place in this post.))

Down by the lake, there is a large, magical bonfire with red dirt next to it, to throw into the fire. There are also long tables, loaded with cabbage and potato soup, grilled sardines, bread, peanuts, potatoes, sausages, sweet rice, cheese, and more traditional fare. The entirety of the Ravenclaw bar seems to have manifested itself on the long tables as well.

Dumbledore is also there and willing to help with the arranging of traditional mock-marriages!