Application for Blythe House from House, M.D.

[hidden_house]

Blythe House remembered ushering John onto his train, tuning out his usual complaints about how trains were too slow and how some idiot was going to do some such thing that would surely make him late.  She remembered turning away from the distinctly normal-looking Amtrak train and having the idea to go to the market to buy herself some vegetables

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[canes_can_kill]

House hadn't exactly been in the best of moods lately. The same could be said of much of his life, really, but normally he managed something approaching a decent mood. Unfortunately, the knowledge that his father was hanging around, and the conversation he'd had with a new demonic arrival at Hogwarts made sure that he'd actually just spent the last few days in his room, forgetting to shave.

He'd needed a walk, and it was probably a good thing that he'd stopped by the Sorting Room. His original mission had been to find someone new to antagonize, but the sudden appearance of his mother was... a little surprising. More surprising than his father, even, because his fathers appearance could be put down to karma getting revenge on him for something.

Still, House was pleased to see her. As 'pleased' as he could ever get these days. And the application, automatically replicating itself around the room, had been... interesting. "Flattery will get you nowhere," House smirked slightly, slowly making his way over to Blythe.

[hidden_house]

Blythe managed to smother some of the relief that flooded her at the sudden sight of her son strolling into this room as though he lived here. She got up from the desk and met him halfway, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him as tightly as she could. "Flattery, nothing. What reason, pray tell, would I have to flatter you?"

She pressed her face into his broad chest and felt her smile grow. "I've missed you, young man. You have some explaining to do."

She looked up and chucked him under his chin. "The least of which being why you haven't shaved in at least two days. I mean, surely two days was your limit? At least, I think it was."

[canes_can_kill]

Although he couldn't help tensing a bit at the sudden hug - this castle had made him a bit paranoid, come to think of it - House huffed out a sigh and returned the embrace. It was good to see his mom, it was, but it'd take a while to get used to. Especially because of the fact that it was a given that she'd live here, now. Both his parents under the same roof again. Good lord.

As she chucked him under his chin, House simply smiled wryly, rubbing his chin and stepping back slightly. "Three days, actually." And he knew he should probably shave when he got that white patch growing through on his chin. It was a little annoying. "And my explanation would be... pretty boring, actually."

((Gah, reposted for typos!))

[hidden_house]

(Ah. Stupid typos.)

"Ah, yes," Blythe smiled, pointedly ignoring the white patch Greg's thumb ran over. "Your explanations are always boring. Why don't you take a risk and try to bore me for once? I'm game."

She arranged a pleasant expression on her face and wondered how he'd try to distract her this time.

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Snorting lightly, House just shook his head. "Trust me. Really boring." He normally loved irritating people by boring them, but his mother had never really belonged to that category. At all. It was a parent thing - even though she'd always been interested in what he had to say - he just never wanted to disappoint her. And there were a lot of things he'd done here that would disappoint her.

"Plus, when someone explains this place to you, you'll forget all about me, I bet," he added dryly. Then, in an effort for distraction, "How did you get here?"

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Blythe sighed, shrugging helplessly and looking up at the high ceiling before catching his eyes again. "I have no idea. Your father's been gone for days--his visit with whichever old guard is retiring this time was only supposed to be a few days. He never came back. I was going to call the police, but I suppose that's irrelevant as now I'm missing, as you obviously were. Which would explain why you haven't called in six months."

And here she fixed him with a worried frown. "You're not in trouble, are you?" She moved forward and took hold of his arm, examining him for any visible injury. When she didn't find anything obvious, she backed up a bit to give him room to breathe and waited for his answer, afraid of what he'd tell her.

[canes_can_kill]

That, at least, made sense. Ironically, it was probably a good thing that she'd arrived here before she called the police. It was a hell of a way to avoid police attention, but hey, it worked. "Yeah, there's not really phones around here. It does tend to get in the way of keeping in touch."

With a small frown, House glanced down as she took a hold of his arm, wondering what on earth she was checking for. It was probably a good thing that she hadn't arrived a few months earlier; finding a broken bone on your son probably wouldn't be the greatest conversation starter. "I'm never in trouble," House replied flippantly, though he did smile slightly. "I'm the model of perfect behaviour, you should know that by now."

[hidden_house]

I'm sure you remember the episodes I will be referencing in a roundabout way. I ate grass once as a child, if that makes House feel any better."Ye-ah, tell that to someone who didn't have doctors pulling various related objects out of your little nose," Blythe responded automatically, a small chuckle in her voice before the fear reminded her that she still had no idea what was going on

[canes_can_kill]

House couldn't help but grimace, just slightly, when Blythe pulled him in for another hug. A greeting embrace was fine by him, when it came to his mother, but he was never really a touchy-feely person, and he couldn't help getting slightly on edge whenever there was too much of it happening.

He didn't make to move away. She might start worrying more. Still, telling his mother that he might just may be thinking of making a deal with a demon wasn't really on his agenda. Much less anything else.

"Really, I'm fine," he insisted, laughing a little under his breath. House still wasn't really used to people caring about his welfare, no matter how much Lily and Wilson insisted that they did. And even though his mother had been caring for forty-seven years. "You know me when I get bored. I actually got kicked out from the Hospital Wing here, so... there really is nothing much going on."

[hidden_house]

Blythe backed away from Greg, knowing he was getting uncomfortable with being touched so much. He usually let her hug him or whatever she wanted for a while, but eventually he started to fidget and inch away. He wasn't much for being handled at the best of times, which this certainly wasn't.

"There's a hospital wing--so, did you...get transferred here? And you got kicked out of it?" Blythe asked, wondering if he was trying to tell her he got fired from his new job.

[canes_can_kill]

At thought of being fired from the Hospital Wing, House's smile brightened into a mischievous grin. Dad might not appreciate the amusement, but his mother might. So he leaned both hands on his cane and stooped down slightly, as if telling Blythe something highly secret.

"Not a transferral, I just popped in like everybody else. Tried to get some work, but the Head of the Wing doesn't like me," he smirked, which wasn't unusual, he had been fired from different hospitals before. "Their idea of medicine is a little different around here."

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((*tries not to imagine what Tyrion's member looked like as swiss or whatever kind of cheese*))

"Different, you say?" Blythe said, feeling marginally relieved at the thoroughly amused expression that had come over her son's face. He didn't seem hurt or anything. "Do tell."

[canes_can_kill]

"I think I'm going to leave that up to Dad to tell you," House replied, a grin still lurking at the corner of his mouth. It wasn't anything against his mother, it was just that it would be hilarious if John tried to explain everything. He wished he could be a fly on the wall, then, watching Dad struggle to explain that they were, in fact, in a magic castle. It was a bit hard for anybody to take in.

At the back of his mind, he made a note to owl Lily and tell her not to go to the Sorting Room today. She'd yelled at his father, and who knew what she'd do to his mother. That was the problem in hanging around people that were too smart for their own good.

"Besides, he'd be able to explain better than me," House added as a belated afterthought. "You don't think any more family members are going to turn up, do you? Good thing I don't have siblings."

[hidden_house]

Blythe looked at Greg, surprise coming to her face. "Your father's here? In...this place that you refuse to tell me anything about? And...you two haven't killed one another."

She looked at the grey spot on his chin again, reaching up to run her finger over it just to chuckle at the irritated expression that flashed across his face. She heard him mumble something mutinous, but he didn't back away. He shook her off gently and looked back toward the doorway.

"It's a midsummer miracle," she murmured, feeling a bit better. "So...am I trapped here or something? Are we all?"

[ugly_old_hat]

(( You've just godmodded Greg House's actions pretty extensively in this post. Like most RPGs, Hogwarts Hocus does not permit godmodding. Unless you receive the other player's permission, which was not the case here, it is not permissible to write another player's character's actions. ))

[hidden_house]

((*flinches* I'm sorry! Um...I didn't know I was godmodding. I'll happily retract whichever offending posts are there!))