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((Backdated to Xmas))

The Christmas season was in full swing at Hogwarts- the house-elves were clad in fleece-trimmed red and green apparel, and all the expected frills were in place. Holly, mistletoe, non-melting wizarding snow, and choirs of birds in assorted numbers filled the halls, including the obligatory partridge in a pear tree which had sprouted up in the Great Hall.

The Sorting Hat was not one to miss such an important holiday. It had also noticed a conspicuous lack of a certain fashionable trend amongst the student body. No one was wearing Pajama Jeans (trademark of the Vermont Teddy Bear Company)! This had to be some sort of fashion travesty, as anyone not clad in these remarkable garments was missing out on the most perfect innovation in modern pantswear!

And so, on Christmas, every single student at Hogwarts, regardless of gender or species, received a festively wrapped package containing a pair of Pajama Jeans (trademark of the Vermont Teddy Bear Company).

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

Most fabulous maven of design,

A tragedy has befallen the Commander of my Hatsguard! He has lost his prosthetic hand, and it was so beautifully blingy, too.

However I believe we can make this lemon into lemonade. The golden hand had no function and was for appearances only. Now that it's gone, I can induce him to accept something new and better.

A shark grabber!

(( Included with the note is an actual shark-grabber toy. ))

I am sending you an ordinary plastic example of the model. What we need to make is a GOLDEN shark grabber with GEMS ALL OVER IT. Can you do this? I think you can! If you need help ask some elves or something, right?

Sincerely yours truly,
Sorting Hat the Wise

adm-zex.livejournal.com

Dearest Sorting Hat,

What do you know of the human called "Beowulf?"

I've met him, but I do not know him well. Can you tell me what he might like for the solstace celebration known as "Christmas?"

XOXO

(I'm told this is a way to end a message that signifies affection. Perhaps this is an appropriate way to address a very saucy piece of headwear?)

Admiral Zex >}OD~

malikhuliya.livejournal.com

He reconstituted from a cloud of black dust. No sooner had a form shown signs of winged-humanity, that it was consumed by black and green spiritual pressure. It bent in on itself and with a final rush, dissipated, showing a man of average height and muscular frame walking towards the desk; a lone piece of parchment and quill it's only decoration. Ulquiorra Schiffer had died once, his second death at the hands of Ichigo Kurosaki. With his pale hands deep within the pockets of his white hakama, he pondered the possibilities behind this: his third artificial life.

State your full name.
He slowly withdrew his hand from his pocket and reach with black finger-nails, towards the quill. It jerked from his grasp. His hand froze in its prior action as his mind calculated the quill's purpose in moments. He grunted and slipped his hand back in his pocket. It responds by verbal command, he clarified to himself. 'Ulquiorra Schiffer, Fourth Espada.'

( Allow me to elucidate ... )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Location: Sorting Room
Current Music: Moonshield - In Flames

igorofmalaria.livejournal.com

Igor dipped his quill into the ink and paused. He'd been working with Snape and Dr. Hook for over a year. If he took over the position as Head of the Hospital Wing, then he'd be a bit closer to being a true Evil Scientist. Somehow. Right? And it wouldn't be disloyalty. Snape had even recommended him for the job.
Nevertheless, he would miss them. Snape's sullen silences and quick temper along with Dr. Hook's reserved friendliness made the Hospital Wing feel like home. True, Igor was friends with Raistlin too now, but he'd still miss preparing Snape's favorite sandwiches and talking with Dr. Hook on slow days.

He shook himself, set the quill down and began to write.

( Read more... )

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.

( Allow me to elucidate ... )

"I have read the

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

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."

Current Location: Sorting Room

vizierprandine.livejournal.com

((OOC: I've been unable to find a specific name for his headdress, as it has aspects of a Chaperon, yet is also similar to the Sultan's headwear in Disney's 'Aladdin'. So, for the purpose of this application and any role-play involving Prandine, I'll be referring to his headdress as a 'bourrelet' as it is the culturallyl evolved form of the Chaperon, and is the closest description I could find. P. S. Thaegan mun approved, as I am her.))

Prandine sniffed the air and pined for the sulphuric atmosphere of the Shadowlands. The wind picked up in the sorting room, carrying with it the scents of honeysuckle and fresh dew. It ruffled his long, bulky black robes and long greying hair. The nerve under his eye twitched, he scrunched his features into a scowl. 'Putrid,' he muttered. He glanced around looking for the opened window, and was buffeted by another sweet scented gale. His bony hand clamped down on his bejewelled bourrelet, as the wind wrestled with it. He caught sight of the window and rushed it, the hem of his robes billowed behind him. As he reached for the window another gale got caught within his floor length sleeves, in affect, disorientating him long enough for his hand to leave the bourrelet. As it blew off, it tumbled across the flagstones. Prandine grumbled, clasping the iron hatch of the window he slammed it shut, the pane rattling. Prandine picked up his hat and dusted it, placing it back on his head as if it were a crown. When he felt comfortable that his headdress was on properly, he found himself staring at a cedar desk. It was tucked away in the corner of the stone room, with a solely piece of parchment on its surface, and beside it; an intricate quill with a brass tip and fluorescent green and blue feathered tail. Intrigued, if not slightly perturbed by the joy in the room and the avarice in his heart, he sat himself before the parchment and read its proposal.

Prandine read the parchment's header out loud after a moment, as to understand it. 'Hogwarts Enrolment Application.' It wasn't until his spoken word that the quill reacted in anyway. Its fluorescent feathered tail twitched and moved like a cat's, once it took a moment to wake up, Prandine had thought he'd hallucinated the twitch of the quill's feather. But then the quill stood to attention on its brass point, flicking its feathered tail and turning on its point. Prandine stared. The quill took to hovering above the application and with three hostile slashes it underlined a fine noted, located in the side-margined that he had over-looked. It detailed that the quill would reiterate spoken word. With such knowledge in his slimy mind, he smirked violently. Prandine continued in ascertaining the parchment, and equally, his reason for being here.

( Allow me to elucidate... )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Location: Sorting Room

misterbliss.livejournal.com

((OOC: Mr. Bliss is taken from the events before his death, during the Battle of Aranmore Farm. This includes his appearances up until the climax of Skulduggery Pleasant: The Faceless Ones (b3). A warning for the possibility of spoilers. Pleasant muns approved.))

He had a huge, intimidating figure and personally known for three main aspects; firstly: His calmness in the face of change; which proved itself now as he surveyed the stone room with his pale eyes. Secondly - and perhaps even thirdly - his political mind and deceptive nature; aspects that also didn't go astray with his sister, China Sorrows, who was the reason for his getting mixed up in all this. Mr. Bliss was a tall man, 6'7'', with broad shoulders and a shaved head, clothed in a fine navy blue suit. His gaze was always a cutting one, an unnerving characteristic. While his sister was the cunning fox, he was the focused hound. She normally found herself cornered by the snake in some predicament - it was his job as the eldest to protect her - putting aside, of course, the multiple times they'd tried to kill each other in the past, with no avail.

He looked down at what he'd been spirited in front of; a desk. On the desk was a roll of parchment, a quill accompanied by its ink well, and by the quill was a white card, bent so it peaked on the desktop. Embossed on it was: Mr. Bliss, in Edwardian Script. He picked it up and read it. It was detailed instructions on how to answer the questionnaire, or rather, the 'Application'. Noting that the quill would react to his voice. He didn't frown, glare or scowl. He didn't even talk. He just took his seat.

( Allow me to elucidate... )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Location: Sorting Room

kung-moggie.livejournal.com

Majestic Scotland. Here in the magical school known as Hogwarts..Hogwarts? Really? What kind of name is that for a school? *ahem* Here in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts School of Magic, Penfold, heroic and cowardly assistant to the world’s greatest secret agent, explores the strangeness of the Sorting Room.

’Cor, Chief. What do you think Baron Greenback is doing in a place like this?” A short hamster wearing a blue suit and tie and round glasses walked into the Sorting Room, looking around curiously. Penfold stopped and looked behind him. “Chief? Chief, where are you? Oh heck.. now where has he gotten off to?”

Penfold, known as The Jigsaw because he goes to pieces at the first sign of trouble, wandered over to the table where the quill floated expectantly. “Crumbs! A flying feather!” Penfold clambered onto a stool to better read the application. “I wonder what this is about,” he muttered to himself in a rather silly British accent.

( What's all this then? )

herscatterheart.livejournal.com

Once upon a time, there was a poor man who had a daughter. She was very beautiful, but she was selfish and vain, and her heart was as fickle as the changing winds. For this reason, she was known as Scatterheart...

❦

Hannah looked up to the greying sky, feeling the snowflakes as they melted against her cheek. Thomas caught her attention; he was pounding snow into a form, refining it until it resembled an animal they had once had a discussion of. ‘A kangaroo,’ she observed. Thomas’ eyes sparkled in response, he always got so passionate. The wind picked up and a snow crystal landed on her cheek, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again she was lying on a stone floor. She had been under an open glass window; snow was fluttering in, dancing on the winds, and landing on her form. Her fingers and cheeks burned from the cold, and her hair was flecked with snow crystals. She was still wearing her burgundy bustle gown, and pink shawl. Where was she? Disorientated, she rose.

( Scatterheart's father was a greedy man, so he told Scatterheart to accept the bear's offer. She realised that it might be quite nice to live in a castle and have beautiful dresses. So she agreed, and climbed onto the bear's back. As they travelled, the bear asked, 'Aren't you afraid?' No, she answered. )

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

❧

Current Location: Sorting Room

witchthaegan.livejournal.com

((OOC: Application has become NSFW. Heavy-duty smut inside.))

A storm was brewing over the grounds of Hogwarts. It was dark grey, angry and moving in fast. Blue lightning coursed through the cumulus. As the mass grew closer to the Hogwarts construct, the thunder clouds were reflected in the stained glass windows of the sorting room.

A face formed in the clouds, it glared at the castle and as soon as it appeared, it fell into the makings of the storm. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed. From the heart of the storm a burst of golden hot lightning streaked across the grounds of Hogwarts, piercing the window and shattering its glass everywhere. The lightning rushed to meet the flagstone floor of the sorting room. House elves dived out the way as it crashed down, breaking the floor apart and sending brick, sand and debris into the air, to rain down on the scattering elves.

When the smoke dispersed a shapely figure stood in the crater. The storm outside started, the rain being brought into the sorting room by the harsh winds. The house elves picked themselves up off the floor, staring wide-eyed at the figure that caused half the destruction of the sorting room. The woman known as Sorceress Thaegan stepped out of the crevice, her black dress meeting the floor in inky tendrils of fabric. Her silver mane moved eerily as she stared down at the ugly creatures. Her skin was as green as glass, a reflection of her shielding spell that encased her form.

One brave house elf ran up to confront her. He poked a stringy finger at her and cursed her destructive entrance. Thaegan glared down at him, barring her fang-like canines in a snarl. She hiked her dress up and kicked the house elf in the chest, sending it sprawling.

Sorceress Thaegan prowled to the desk that held her application form, the house elves parted in her wake, some scurrying away. She smelt the stench of white magic in the castle, a source for the sealing of the large doors. It reminded her of the house she had trapped those three monstrous children in; the same sort of design was involved. She came to stand over the application, the quill quivered under her reproachful glower. She read.

( Allow me to elucidate... )

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

Current Location: Sorting Room

lion-in-white.livejournal.com

Butter-smeared, shirtless, Jaime Lannister stood raging before the otiose desk of the Sorting Hat. The Hat's offices were lavishly if gaudily appointed. Had Jaime not been engaged in shaking his golden prosthesis at the Hat and shouting Westerosi expletives, he might have appeared in keeping with the milieu, some kind of oiled-up harem boy who'd aged and acquired scars in his perverse master's service.

Jaime was currently threatening to make the Hat eat its own brim. This could not end well for anyone.

Current Mood: angry!
Current Location: Sorting Hat's office/chamber/luxury suite
Current Music: my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Cersei

chinasorrows.livejournal.com

((OOC: In the Skulduggery Pleasant canon, when a person first sees China Sorrows, they fall instantly in love. The ability isn't gender bias, it will affect men and women equally. In addition, within the canon, is the susceptibility to control somone once their name is known. These abilities may or may not affect the characters at Hogwarts if that is the mun's preference. If you think it will be fun to play into it, e.g. to let a character fall for China, then you'll need to let me know through OOC or pm. For more information on China, check her user profile. Her mun.))

China Sorrows; her hair, black as deepest sin, framed her face while her eyes, as pale as her brother’s had been, scanned the sorting room. The heavy doors closed behind her with a soft fwump. The skirt she wore was a light green, and the jacket was of a green deeper than a thousand crushed emeralds. Her necklace was exquisite, having cost two very fine men their lives. At times, she wore it as a tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, she wore it because it went well with the skirt.

China walked to the desk at the far end of the room, situated below the large arched windows that overlooked the lush grounds of the castle. When she sat down in the chair the quill, having been unanimated next to a scruffy piece of parchment, became animated, standing at attention on its gold-point. China eyed it. A small smile graced her lips. She noticed that as she leant in to read the parchment, the quill was slowly turning clockwise on the desktop, grinding into the grain. Curious, she thought.

At the parchment’s top it explained that any verbal answers would be written down by the quill. The addendum and questions were all written in the elegant, Edwardian script. She was intrigued. She read on.

( Allow me to elucidate... )

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

Current Location: Sorting Room

charlesofdensen.livejournal.com

He had heard through the grapevine that another position had opened: the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had popped.

Her loss was his gain.

( Board of Governors, )

vislor-turlough.livejournal.com

Dear Sorting Hat and Board of Governors,

For reasons that are none of your goddamn business, I have decided to resign from the groundskeeper position.

I most humbly suggest Rubeus Hagrid, my predecessor, take my place as groundskeeper, as he is highly qualified and is recommended not only by myself, but by Albus Dumbledore.

Vislor Turlough

[[OOC: Turlough's kinda lying, he never asked Dumbledore about his recommendation]]

adm-zex.livejournal.com

Zex had spent the weekend discussing the Ravenclaw spa project/flirting with the house elves. The spa project was just beginning to come together, but first he wanted to ask for some opinions.

Owl to Wishbone( Read more... )

Owl to Amaranth
( Read more... )

Owl to the Hat
( Read more... )

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

Each hat comes with a note explaining that the hat is an Official Prefect Hat and is to be worn at all times.

(Despite the adamant note, it turns out no one will care if any of the prefects neglect to wear their hat ... the exception being Elric's hat. The Sorting Hat has enchanted Elric's beautiful tiara to be removable only under special circumstances.)

( Brienne of Tarth )

( Beowulf )

( Skwisgaar )

( A )

( Admiral ZEX )

( Wishbone )

( Damien Thorn )

( Michael Scott )

( Elric of Melnibone )

( Chiri Kitsu )

( The Raptor )

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

The following message was sent by the Sorting Hat to Rubeus Hagrid, Vislor Turlough, Lezard Valeth, and the nymph Amaranth:

The Sorting Hat requires your presence in the Headmistress' office at once!

The Hat sent the message by house elf couriers. If any addressee showed reluctance to comply, the elves were empowered and instructed to use cattle prods. This would hopefully not be the case.

i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com

( Attn: Sorting Hat, Board of Governors, etc. )

miranda-bnewski.livejournal.com

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Merry Xmas from the Hat - Pajama Jeans for all!

house-elf delivery to Rarity: a commission!

Owl to Sorting Hat

Applicant: Ulquiorra Schiffer (Bleach, Open RP)

Owl to Sorting Hat

Applicant: Finbar Wrong (Derek Landy's 'Skulduggery Pleasant', series)

Applicant: Vizier Prandine (Emily Rodda's 'Deltora Quest', saga)

Applicant: Mr. Bliss (Derek Landy's "Skulduggery Pleasant", series)

Penfold.. Codename : The Jigsaw ((Danger Mouse cartoons - application))

Applicant: Hannah Cheshire (Lili Wilkinson's 'Scatterheart', novel)

Applicant: Sorceress Thaegan (Emily Rodda's 'Deltora Quest', saga)

closed unpopcorning: Jaime Lannister and a loud piece of headgear

Applicant: China Sorrows (Derek Landy's 'Skulduggery Pleasant', series)

CV for Charles Ofdensen

Letter to the hat/Board of Governors

Owls from Zex

house elves deliver a hat to each prefect

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