[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items.

(Beowulf hadn't been much help at all; he was busy worrying about missing Yule Goat gifts, and haranguing house-elves to bring him replacements so no one would go ungifted. Many copies of the Tarvunty would be given out, from the sound of it.)

The enchanted ceiling of the hall offered an unobstructed view of the evening sky: clouds painted in brilliant shades of coral and lavender, fading to pale gold toward the horizon.

Luxurious black satin tablecloths covered the rows of tables, and places were set with exquisite crystal goblets and sterling silver cutlery. Elegant candelabras were scattered across the tables, and a much greater multitude of candles had been enchanted to hang in the air like fireflies -- and not drip wax -- at such a height that only Smaug might be in peril of bumping into any. Deep crimson draperies adorned the tall windows, tied back with black cords.

Several enormous fountains featuring somewhat morbid sculptures had been placed around the hall, quietly flowing with red wine, and there was also an assortment of tall fir trees, festively decorated for the Yule holiday.

A, Skwisgaar, and Beowulf all had places of honour at the head of separate tables: the Hufflepuff prefects' chairs were draped with graceful lengths of black and gold velvet, and the Gryffindor prefect's with red and gold velvet, to set them apart from the rest.

One row of tables had been designated exclusively for food and drink, and they were differentiated by their crimson tablecloths. Per Skwisgaar's request, Berwald Oxenstierna had been hard at work all day preparing a proper Swedish smörgåsbord: there was gravlax, kroppkakor, Swedish meatballs (of course), pickled herring, a variety of tasty items for open faced sandwiches, ostkaka, waffles with a selection of toppings (jam, whipped cream, ice cream), chokladboll, and kladdkaka. A had been equally busy, preparing a roast lamb, brussels sprouts, panettone, and, also by Skwisgaar's request, homemade lingonberry jam. In addition, a small area was set up with stacks of fresh baked butter cookies, along with bowls of icing and various toppings to decorate them with, should any guests wish to.

The presence of Valentine Wolfe, who had arrived with Vladimir Harkonnen to deliver the booze ahead of time, assured that several of these items would undoubtedly be drugged, unbeknownst to any of the prefect hosts.

Outdoors, on the lawn, wood was piled high for Beowulf's festive bonfire. He had tried to transfigure it all into one gigantic Yule log, with little success; here and there, the lengths of lumber appeared to have melted into one another and recongealed into their proper consistency, but it was still just a pile of firewood for the most part. Overenthusiastic house elves had added bits of furniture to the firewood. A safe distance from the firepit, a sleigh sat mired in mud; it was filled with nothing but heaps of fur robes. When dinner was over, Beowulf would blow his golden horn and lead the revelers out to light the fire.

But first: food! and the exchanging of presents!


(( OOC note: Any item may be safe or may have been spiked by Valentine, at your wish. If spiked, the nature of the character's altered state is entirely up to the player. Since we already have a chocolate plot running thanks to the enchanted water, Valentine's spiked goodies may alter or nullify the effects that the enchanted water may have induced. as the player sees fit. Or it may leave those effects in place and simply add another simultaneous effect. The more, the merrier.

One more thing: If your characters become inclined toward NSFW action, please split it into a separate post rather than RPing the NSFWness in the party post. Ditto for anything triggery -- anything that you'd normally put a warning on. Putting it in a separate post as a closed RP means you can put the appropriate warning right on the label, with a nice LJ-cut for everyone's protection. ))
[identity profile] stbrendan.livejournal.com
Years, perhaps too many, had passed since Brendan had fled the Northmen at Kells, following Brother Aiden. The Book had been at last completed, and Aiden departed to the next world, leaving the Book, and the faithful cat Pangur Bahn, in Brendan's care.

He knew it was time to return to Kells, the abbey, and the forest beyond. Perhaps only to overgrown ruins, but...

Well, the Book had taught him many things, hope principal among them. He packed up his meager belongings, the Book, and Pangur, then set off inland, away from the far south coasts and towards the first and only true home he had known.

He must have gotten turned around, deep in the moorlands. Mist everywhere, and when he turned, suddenly...

A room? Where was this place? Brendan surely knew a little about the magic of this land; he'd experienced it firsthand in his youth, but this surely wasn't Aisling's work. She'd never come indoors on her own.

But, unlike with Crom Chruah, this place didn't feel threatening. Pangur Bahn, on the other hand, had a rather different idea, her white fur sticking out in all directions as she clung with all claws to his shoulder.

"Hush, Pangur, we're in no danger here," he soothed, hoping he wasn't making a liar of himself. He stepped cautiously into the room. The desk and quill, for all that it was standing up, was familiar enough. A quill pen he could handle.

ExpandEven if the words were strange, the quill was comfortable in his hands. )

"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______Brendan______
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Brendan______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____Brendan______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______Brendan_______"
[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
sequela@hogwarts.IntraNet.net posted:

Hello. How are you? I am new to Hogwarts and have some questions of the kind new people sometimes think and seldom have the opportunity to ask.

Do you like your House? What is the best thing about it? What is your least favorite thing about it?

Do you like Hogwarts? What is the best thing about it? What is your least favorite thing about it?

What is the funniest thing the Hat has ever done to you or a person you know?

What is the worst thing the Hat has ever done to you or a person you know?

Who is the handsomest man at Hogwarts? Who is the most beautiful woman?

Do you like cheese?

Thank you for your time.
[identity profile] theregothedrums.livejournal.com
The Unfortunate Incident with the chocolates had probably cost the Master his (still brand-new, dammit) latest pawn, but she'd already been worth the effort for having shown him to the Restricted Section. He neither wanted to be in his room or to admit to himself why, but a visit to the library was something he didn't need to question his motives for. There was an innocuous text on basic potions at the top of the stack of books on the table in front of him, the only English volume in a pile of Greek and Latin.


...something...

He glanced up sharply. There it was, the feeling of presence. Close. He wasn't the only Gallifreyan in the room.

What was interesting, however, was that it wasn't the Doctor. He'd have recognized his presence in an instant.

Without any further outward sign that anything was unusual, he looked about the room, determined not to give away the upper handrp.
[identity profile] 3pc-point.livejournal.com
It's the stairs that make Arthur decide he likes Hogwarts.

Like most students, he's turned out of the sorting room with a house name and the clothes on his back. The directions he's gotten are unreliable at best, ranging from "over there somewhere" to a series of twists and turns that finally lead him to a dead end. He's heading down a hallway, looking for the next person to ask when he runs out of hallways and comes out onto a landing leading to the staircases.

The staircases lead up and down and wherever they want to. He watches one staircase detach from the third floor and lazily stretch itself up to the fifth. Another set of stairs decides that being linear is boring and twists into a tight spiral, ending up on the same floor but on the other side. It's almost too much to take in, and frankly, it's one of the most amazing things he's ever seen.

Arthur is a bit of a stair nerd.

He'll claim that he merely has an appreciation of impossible architecture, that it comes with spending so long around people who can bend cities in their dreams. But there's a reason why the Penrose stairs are one of his favorites, why it's what he shows off first. They're simple, elegant, useful, and embody the fantastical nature of dreams that he finds so intriguing. While these stairs lack the subtlety of the Penrose ones, the sheer grandeur of them captivates him completely.

Which is why he's still there half an hour later, watching the stairs and walking up and down them to see them shift under his feet and swing him around to places he had no intention of visiting.
[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] timelady-susan.livejournal.com
There was a flash of light and a teenage girl with short dark hair suddenly appeared in the Sorting Room. “Oh!” she said, startled. “How strange! Where am I, exactly?” She saw the application and Dictaquill lying on the desk, and read it over. “This is all very strange,” she said, and was surprised to see that the quill was copying down her words. She watched it, enthralled. “I wonder how that works,” she said, as she began to answer the questions.
ExpandElucidate? That’s an interesting word choice. It means “explain,” doesn’t it? )
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus  faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____SF_____
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus  rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____SF_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____SF____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____SF____

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