Hedwig Robinson, "Hedwig and the Angry Inch"

[hedwigrobinson]

A slender, slightly-built woman staggered into the Sorting Room on high-heeled boots, emerging from a cloud of smoke, the kind a fog machine might make, stage-smoke. Wild eyes peered from garish pools of makeup, darting confused glances here and there. Hedwig Robinson tugged at the hems of her cutoffs and smoothed sweaty palms along her gleaming

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[endless_del]

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Delirium watched Hedwig, curious. "Um. I like your stockings," she said, with an almost childlike grin. "Is Cher the cheese after love?"

[hedwigrobinson]

"Cher is the cheese that never stands alone," Hedwig shot back.

[endless_del]

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“Cher-cheese could have company, then.” The thought made her happy, and when she was happy the butterflies flew out of her hair again, swooping and vaguely sparkly. “I wouldn’t want to bartend in a wall, thought.”

[hedwigrobinson]

Hedwig watched the butterflies emerge from the girl's hair. This had to be a bad, bad trip. "Did someone spike my drink?" she muttered. "All they needed to do was buy me a drink, they didn't have to go this far."

[endless_del]

“Drinks shouldn’t be spiky,” Delirium said solemnly. “Unless they were gooey spikes.” One of the butterflies fluttered over to land on her nose, luminescent wings beating lightly, and her mismatched eyes crossed as she watched it. “You like drinks?”

[hedwigrobinson]

"I love drinks," Hedwig agreed. "I don't love drinks that make me see butterflies growing out of someone's hair."

[endless_del]

“Would fishies be better?” The butterflies melted quite seamlessly into tiny Beta fighting fish, swimming in and out of her hair as though it were some underwater plant. “If you like drinks, you might be best in Ravenclaw,” she said. “They have an open bar.”

[hedwigrobinson]

Hedwig attempted to follow with her eyes the movements of that fish amid Delirium's wild locks. It gave her what felt like the onset of vertigo; she reeled, and looked away. "If you say so," she said, woozy.

Vote: Ravenclaw!

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“I do say so. Here, have a fishie.” One of the fish swooped out and circled Hedwig’s head a few times, before melting into a puff of smoke.

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw!

[hedwigrobinson]

Hedwig watched the fish swooping through the air with growing alarm, before stepping away from the crazy lady. Hedwig herself might have none too firm a grip on reality, but this lady was a whole different, well, kettle of fish.

With a shaky smile, she waved and headed over to talk with someone whose hair stayed hair.