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The sun stretched her shadow over the hard wood desk. Her eyes never left the application that rested on said desk, unblinking, whilst her hands rested by her sides. The dictaquill had stood to attention five minutes ago, and still awaited use by the newcomer. She had read over the questions multiple times, to the point where they soon lost meaning. Her eyes traveled lazily to the quill, no visual response broke the mundane expression on her face, such lack of emotion reminiscent of a dolls painted face. She reached out and plucked the writing implement from its ink well, and hovered it over the application. Excess ink fell from the quills tip and splotched the piece of paper, thankfully tarnishing the pages margin, rather than obscuring the questions further from their already beclouded phrasing. As she began answering, for lack of a better verb, the application, her body was angled in a most peculiar way: as if to touch the wood, would send her skin to blister.

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