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mello-n-choco.livejournal.com

To spare your Friend's page and the mun is late *hides*

( Gifts from Mello )

( Gifts from Yukimura )

( Gifts from Kusuriyuri )

( Gifts from Maddie )

( Gifts from Gwendal )

( Gifts from L )

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

The Sorting Hat had been dabbling in way too many fringe philosophies. (Neo-Rosicrucianism? Really, Sorting Hat?) It seemed that puppet!Ron Weasley's name for it, Sorting Hat the Wise, had gone to the Hat's lack-of-visible-head.

On the morning of Dec. 13 (or was it the 14th?) the Hat's esoteric interests affected the school for the second time.

The first instance had been more than a year past, when the Hat took a cue from Rev. Sun Myung Moon and united most of the Hogwarts students in mass marriages. That had been a lengthy and concerted effort by the Hat and its house-elf minions, opposed vigorously by the wicked (or noble??) Kojiro. Kojiro's kidnapping of the Hat's bride had been something of a turning point for the headstrong headgear.

This new instance ... even Kojiro might be powerless to counter. And the Hat's agency would be difficult, if not impossible, to discern.

In a mighty magical working, the Hat projected many of the students ... to the astral plane, in their astral forms.

Astral Hogwarts resembled the real material Hogwarts (well, the Sorting Hat's version of material Hogwarts) very closely indeed. There were some dissimilarities: did Hogwarts, on the material plane, really sparkle so much? Were there so many rainbows in the sky, without a hint of rain to prompt their presence? Were there really pastel-colored unicorns frolicking on the grounds? Unicorns with hair made of cotton candy?

Could the students fly without brooms in material Hogwarts?

Other than that, it would be instantly recognizable as Hogwarts. The astral students would find nothing jarringly unfamiliar, being astral themselves. No disorientation, as there had been with the mass weddings; only a pleasant surprise, if they did happen to remember the absence of pastel unicorns and self-propelled flight.

Finally the Hat would have achieved paradise! Too bad not all the students could be brought into this happy realm. The Hat hadn't quite figured out how to bring everyone en masse. But many of them could be.

Including Kojiro, perhaps ...

(( OOC note: People are welcome to RP astral shenanigans here, or to start their own new posts for interactions of a closed variety. Please, if you embark on NSFW action, make a new post so that it can be lj-cut with appropriate warnings. ))

kingbandit.livejournal.com

((OOC: Jing is taken from the anime King of Bandit Jing mostly because the mun doesn't have the manga ~~yet, again~~ anymore. Age wise, he's referred to many times as a 'kid' and 'boy.' The only thing for sure is he's under 20 and more than 10 [there's a flash back to when he was 10 and he doesn't argue when he's told he shouldn't be doing something because he's under 20]. The lack of 's' on 'bandit' is a canon thing [the title of the series is 'King of Bandit Jing' though to an English speaker, it would be more correct to have 'bandits'...ah wells]))

Legends speak of him, whispers in darkness.
He could steal the stars from the sky, the very breath from your lips.
The thief of legend, the king of bandit, know just by the name Jing. He needs no other name.

The stories conjure up the image of someone tall, dark, brooding. Someone very much not like the short, spiky haired kid with the swirly-eyed cat mask perched askew on his head and the bright yellow-orange trench coat.

Someone who looks more like a school boy than a thief. Granted, there's mischief about him, of that you may be sure, but nothing about him screams 'King of Bandit.'

But, those who have met with him come away without their treasures, but somehow richer. He has stolen dreams, he has stolen time itself. But, that which he leaves behind is somehow more precious.

He enters the room, walking, whistling, his hands in his pockets, unconcerned. He is at home wherever he is. The parchment on the table catches his eye, as does the quill standing at attention above it. He wonders, not briefly, what there is here that he shall set as his goal to steal.

Jing listens, looking around a moment. He is waiting for something very familiar, the putting of a motorcycle to come up, for Postino to come by and deliver some cryptic message. But, there is no engine sound, just an impatient noise.

The quill taps, wanting his attention. He leans forward a little to read what is written under it.

( The words amuse more than they enlighten. )

wrinklesintime.livejournal.com

After much deliberation, an owl eventually winged its way to Hufflepuff and to Wolfram. It was a persistent sort of owl, which expected that it would be carrying a return missive.

( Owl to Wolfram, warded )

The owl was also carrying a small package containing a fresh cucumber and some more facial moisturizer.

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: Red Molly - May I Suggest

waltorana.livejournal.com

Waltorana von Bielefeld had no trouble at all adjusting to the presence of house-elves. He simply wished they were not so hideous. He preferred the Bielefeld staff look their best always, all the Bielefeld staff, from guards to valets to plumbers. This might explain why the soldiers who sometimes escorted Wolfram between the Bielefeld castle and Blood Pledge Castle were practically a bishounen brigade.

Waltorana liked to surround himself with beauty.

Aside from the ugly little house-elf servants, Hogwarts did not displease Waltorana. It had a feudal ambience that suited him. He deemed it classic.

He had ordered house-elves to place bouquets of flowers all around the Hufflepuff common room -- the part of the common room that still looked like a common room and hadn't been repurposed into a "foodlibraries" under the aegis of former Puff prefect Toki Wartooth, that was. The concentration of bouquets was largest around the sitting area where Waltorana had ensconced himself for the afternoon. He had ordered a tea tray to be prepared, using the maryoku-fortified china he had brought from Shin Makoku (fortified in order to prevent breakage; this was not merely a measure against travel damage, but had been done long ago during Wolfram's childhood to protect most of the dishes). Plates of animal crackers and frosted cookies awaited Wolfram, along with some tea sandwiches of the sort Waltorana preferred (watercress). There were napkins embroidered with the Bielefeld crest.

As he awaited his nephew patiently among the flowers, Waltorana enjoyed a copy of Hogwarts: A History and some music. The music was played by a device of Anissina's invention, something like a portable phonograph, but with weird tubes running along the sides, and with the music embedded in crystals rather than wax or vinyl discs.

Currently he was listening to Shin Makoku's equivalent of Yanni.

bowchickamaou.livejournal.com

Yuuri feels the need to let everyone know it's party time.

He posts on the computer network and on a few fliers in the hallways:

Hey, everyone,

There's a party in the Great Hall! There's spooky punch and I'm going to get the house elves to bring some pumpkins. Let's decorate them together. We could sing karaoke too if you guys want!

You don't have to dress up or anything ...

Shibuya Yuuri
Hufflepuff

(Of course, he doesn't know the 'spooky punch' is likely to turn you into Beowulf, Dieter, Snape, Tinky Winky, Amaranth, Dwight, Nate, Dawnstar, Luna, or Homsar.)

He just doesn't want to have to wear drag. That seems to happen way too often in Shin Makoku, so he likes to preclude the possibility whenever he can. Hence the addendum on costumes.

waltorana.livejournal.com

Waltorana von Bielefeld did not materialize in the Sorting Room unprepared. With him came trunks of luggage and provisions. One was marked boldly 'FOR WOLFRAM'. The others contained, presumably, the many necessities of life as a von Bielefeld lord. Haircare products, for example? The lord of the Bielefeld region had to look the part, and Waltorana managed that in spades.

He was a tall slender man, clean-shaven and fair-skinned, with an artfully tousled mop of blond hair. His attire would have appeared to be a military uniform, except that its lines were occluded at the shoulders by a turquoise capelet. At his throat he wore a jabot of cascading lace, pinned with a large emerald brooch the exact shade of his eyes; at his ears, big amethyst clip-on earrings twinkled.

Stony-faced, he filled out the application with quick and sure strokes of the quill. When he had finished, Waltorana stood proudly at attention, awaiting the verdict of the Sorting Hat.

( I tell myself that I'm doing all right / There's nothing left to do tonight / But go crazy on you )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Music: Heart, "Crazy On You"

wolfram-jyari.livejournal.com

( Truth or Dare? )

methleigh.livejournal.com

When sufficient time has passed, Severus collects the papers to mark them and compare handwriting further. This will certainly tell him more about each of these students and he puts them securely into his warded scroll case. He is glad to see that even in the new Hogwarts there are some students who care about study, learning and marks.

"The next portion of the class will be safety, hygiene and health, assuming there were no further questions of structure and function." He looks around the room. There had been almost no questions on these matters - on the actual content of the course. Either the booklet had been impenetrable or exceedingly clear.

( Cleanliness )

Current Mood: working

methleigh.livejournal.com

The following note appears on the door, along with a list. It is in angry green ink and there are places, noticeably George's name and Mystina's, where the quill has actually split the paper:

Sexual Education Class

Students below have seats prepared for them. Lezard Valeth is excused as he wishes due to Clear Forgery on the sign-up sheet. Professors and TAs may naturally attend as they wish. Chairs will be set for them at the left side of the class.
Seats are arranged as follows: Gryffindors on the far left by the professor's chairs. Slytherin centre left, Bitchiwitch in the centre, Hufflepuff centre right and Ravenclaw on the far right.

( Class List, alphabetically within Houses )

Prof. S. Snape.
((ooc Severus does not actually know anyone, so if you have not met him feel free to sit as you wish if that is something you would do. He will, however, count, being both nervous and suspicious.))

The classroom has been decorated with a series of highly graphical diagrams of internal and external sexual organs. Severus has also installed diagrams in exploded view of the nerves of the head, neck and of the hands and a large more than life-size one of major blood vessels. He is proud of these. There is a great deal of red ink overlaying the green and black and the model's skull grins eerily. The original notice was nothing compared to the sheer size and hideous detail of his actual diagrams. They are imposing.

Frowning furiously, Severus waits for the students to enter, his wand ready for minor hexes. Simply from the sign-up list he expects disorder. He will deal with it harshly and immediately. Then there are the studious and sincere Ravenclaw like Wishbone, and his own Slytherin that he hopes to protect by Education. What a contrast. At each desk there is an assignment:

Sexual Education
Part I
Please circumnavigate the room quietly in an orderly way and sketch on your papers the following basic organs, giving a brief description of their functions. As per the Accompanying Booklet If you have any questions, I shall be available for queries as I move among you.

( questions )

Current Mood: angry

hannibal-sefton.livejournal.com

He had been laying down with his laudanum bottle, his chest aching more than usual throughout the day, and evening was the time when he was further burdened by light fever. Sometimes he dreamt. This must surely be one of those times. He sits at the desk serenely, grasping the quill to fill in the questionnaire, surprised to find it slipping elusively from his fingers to write his thoughts on the parchment. He is pleased to let it get on with its work, and notes that it writes in his own neat copperplate, despite his own lack of control in the matter.

( cut for application form )

Hannibal looks forward to the marmalade.

Current Mood: relaxed

relentlesssoul.livejournal.com

Roxas had taken a leave of absence recently, venturing to the outskirts of London, looking for answers. He still couldn't remember what had compelled him to go there but he came back just as he had left, alone and with no answers. He had nothing to tell Axel, no adventures to speak of and certainly no way to determine whether or not these "hearts" were real. Roxas had learned though that it was probably time he just let things go. If Axel was ever going to believe that he might get a heart he would have to do it on his own time. Roxas was now going to be focused on school for the most part he decided. The perils of his predicament were no longer worth his time to dwell over. So the blonde sat at the Gryfinndor table in the Great Hall, munching away at the bit of food on the plate in front of him, waiting for someone to fill the empty space beside him.

dungbombsrule.livejournal.com

Ron had drafted a handful of house-elves to help him set-up an area near the lake for his class. And he wouldn’t let the SPEW badge abandoned in some corner of his room amongst the other knickknacks and keepsakes from his schooldays make him feel guilty for this fact. Was he supposed to accio a bunch of benches and a full desk!?

The makeshift “classroom,” which wasn’t a room at all, contained a desk which Ron Weasley was standing behind, and four benches facing towards it. He hoped that the caretaker wouldn't bother him for the imprints the furniture was making on the grass, and was grateful that at least today was a sunny, if crisp, morning. Ron was expecting at least a dozen students, but he also encouraged drop-ins as well. In all honestly, the new teacher was hoping to teach some actual kids rather than only grown-ups. The whole thing made him feel a bit like a middle-aged lady’s Shuntbumps instructor.

He dribbled his fingers on his desk as the students began to arrive for their class. He noticed that their ages definitely skewed high, and awkwardly closed the drawer which contained a generous selection of Fizzing Whizbees, Chocolate Frogs, and Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum. Another thing with a younger class was that they were much less intimidating. Also, very bribable with candy.

( Mister Weasley Introduces His Class, Explains All the Important Bits of Wizarding History, and Is Technically Not a Professor )

((Ok! Ron’s first class will likely have three updates; in this first portion your characters can mingle, ask ~~Ron~~ Mister Weasley questions, or decorate their helmets! If your character did not sign up for flying lessons, feel free to have them drop-in anyway. The second portion of the class will be a flying lesson aimed at novices (their brooms will be charmed to prevent them from flying over five feet high unless Ron knows their character has experience), and the third portion will be Ron giving out homework and dismissing class. The second update will occur either tonight or tomorrow morning, though the threads in this post can continue until their natural ends.

ETA: Furthermore, it's not needed for you to tag every session, just the ones that catch your interest.))

Current Location: Outdoors

blond-bondshell.livejournal.com

James Bond entered the Sorting Room as if he had always meant to be there. It was possible that he had. MI6 had interest in a wide variety of subjects, and with the Ministry of Magic so heavily involved in Muggle politics, who was to say that the Muggles weren't keeping tabs of their own?

He was dressed as if he had just come from a decadent gala. The tuxedo was crisp and tailored, and his vodka martini was fresh. Bond set the drink down on the table and examined the application. He had been expecting some questioning when he arrived. However, he had been expecting questions that made sense.

( Not shaken, and not stirred. He was as cold and sharp as a diamond. )

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

gourmetchairman.livejournal.com

Eleventy billion years ago, this nutter's dream became reality, as he used his wealth (how'd he get it anyway) to create Kitchen Stadium and the Gourmet Academy. Fast forward to today, where his nephew carries on the tradition of nuttiness in America, and he's found an opportunity to do so in Scotland.

Kaga: If memory serves me right, there is a chef within the hallowed halls of Hogwarts who is an expert in curry. Specifically, he is an expert in Peace Curry, which is fitting for a chef who is also a ruler. Yes, today's challenger is the Maou of Shin Makoku, Shibuya Yuuri.

Shibuya came to the throne at age fifteen, and has worked to promote peace throughout his land.

Well, Your Majesty, let's see how peaceful your curry is in my Kitchen Stadium.

Mun: Except not. Since he can't go back to Japan. The Room of Requirement will have to do. (It does a damn good replication of Kitchen Stadium, I'll say that.)

Some time later:

*Kaga walks down stairs to the main ingredient table thing*

"Today, we welcome royalty to the stadium. A Maou who is also a chef, who promises to promote peace with his food. This will prove to be an interesting challenge indeed. So, let's bring him on! From Shin Makoku, Shibuya Yuuri!"

gourmetchairman.livejournal.com

To:

Iron Chef Tako,
His Majesty the Maou, Shibuya Yuuri,
Wolfram von Bielefeld,
Pierrot Bolneze,
Kusuriyuri,
Starman,
Izumi Konata

The battle will take place Tuesday, September the second, in the Room of Requirement.
Feel free to invite people as spectators

Kaga Takeshi
Chairman of the Gourmet Academy

[[OOC Note for Tako-mun and Yuuri-mun: The theme will be tofu. If there is an overtime battle, the theme will be coconut. Plot accordingly.]]

wolfram-jyari.livejournal.com

( Good News Comes in Twos )

Current Location: Hogwarts Kitchen

omg-sunflora.livejournal.com

[[OOC: For simplicity sake, the player and partner character will be referred to as Piplup and Chimchar, following the anime episode based on the game.]]

It was very unusual to see a sunflower curling up on a straw nest, catching a few more snoozes before Loudred woke her up with his noise.

Except...Loudred doesn't yell.

Sunflora picked up her head, and looked around.

"EEK!"

This wasn't the guild! Where was she?

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

sir-knits-a-lot.livejournal.com

Yuuri and Wolfram had been scarce. This meant trouble. Lots of it, usually. Gwendal was beginning to wonder just how much of it he'd have to clean up and how soon it would come crashing in around his ears.

Deciding that being somewhat proactive was better than waiting for the explosions and waterworks (literal waterworks, given Yuuri's tendencies when he tapped his maryuoku), he began to explore the school, carefully remembering the path he took. He was about halfway through, by his estimate, when he reached the Great Hall. No disasters, no floods, nothing beyond the chaos caused by the other students.

He ignored the things he saw that made no sense to him: The cat with a bad attitude and red eyes and the half-witted boy with him, the tall guy with ears and a tail carrying someone over his shoulder, the floating boy and the girl with goggles trying to direct him. None of that happened, he decided. It had nothing to do with Wolfram and Yuuri, at least, and it wasn't his responsibility to clean up other people's messes, even if that oddly dressed girl looked like she'd rather be miles away from the bellowing bare chested man.

He was hungry, though, and the house elves were very accommodating at bringing him food.

Join him, if you will.

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Entries tagged with wolfram von bielefeld

Gifts from Mello, Yukimura, Kusuriyuri, Maddie, Gwendal, and L

Astral plane, activate! (HH anniversary plot, RP open to all)

Application for Jing from King of Bandit Jing

Owl and Closed RP - An Apology is Mailed

tea for two (closed RP for Wolfram and Waltorana von Bielefeld)

party

Waltorana von Bielefeld (Kyo Kara Maou!)

Closed RP for Meg and Wolfram

Sexual Education with Severus, Section II

Sexual Education Class, with Professor Snape

Application for Hannibal Sefton, from Barbara Hambly's Benjamin January Series

unpopcorning and open RP: third time's the charm. (Jaime Lannister)

Return from the Abyss

Mister Weasley's First Flying Lesson (A)

Application for James Bond: Casino Royale

Battle Tofu-Shibuya vs. Tako

[Owl] The Countdown Begins

Chaos in the Kitchen: Yuuri and Wolfram (Closed RP)

[Application] Sunflora, from Pokemon Mystery Dungeon 2: Explorers of Time/Darkness

Where trouble lies (open RP, Great Hall)