Application for George (Georgina) Grainger; Rob Thurman's Nightlife/Moonshine
A petite girl made her way into the sorting room, wearing a plain, white-strapped summer dress and thong sandals. The only other accessories were a cloth rucksack hanging from a shoulder and a leather chord tied around her wrist. Copper curls that once dangled in a wave past her shoulders had been brutally sheared a couple months before, and now were just coiling about her ears. She did not appear to be perturbed by the isolation greeting her, although it was quite a different greeting most frosh received. For, while she looked a few years younger and behaved many years wiser, George was just old enough to be starting college.
“Hello,” George said as a greeting, and not as the question many applicants opened their Hogwarts careers with. She watched with delight as the quill start to take down her greeting, and repeated her salutation, this time directed at the dancing feather. “Hello.” She went to the chair and silently pulled it back. She slipped out of her sandals to sit at the chair on her knees, moving a hand to gently take the quill. “May I?” Whatever silent communication took place evidently resulted in acquiescence, and the dark-skinned teen was soon filling out the application herself.
((George is a seer, psychic, prophet, basically anything that sends many a RPer (including myself) into minor fits of panic. I promise that George will not godmod in any way, and in fact, it would be OOC for her to read your character without his or her knowledge and permission (though she might get vague impressions). If a reading comes up IC, I would contact every mun involved for not only their consent, but their input regarding what George would actually see. Pinky swear with a cherry on top. ^_^))
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
“I’ve never actually thought of that before. And I suppose saying cheesecake would be cheating, because I don’t like cream cheese by itself. So camembert, then?”
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
George scrunched her nose but seemed amused at the ridiculous question. She twiddled with the leather bracelet resting on her wrist as she tried to think how she could answer. She wasn’t exactly a violent person, though she did have excellent candlestick-fu at her disposal. She then picked up the quill to at least attempt a response.
“Well, I don’t think I’ll have the opportunity to meet either Barney or Carrot Top; especially since one is fictional. It’ll be a bridge crossed when the time comes. I only hope that I don’t meet them at the same time, because just think of the puns Carrot Top would make at the event. ‘If Barney was in a cave-in at a mine, he’d be Barney Rubble. It was a nickel mine, and now he’s a Barnacle. The rocks squished him so that now he’s only three feet tall, or a Barnyard.’ And there would be props.”
George grinned abashedly. “And now someone will have to kill me”.
3. What time is it where you are?
“It’s a quarter after nine,” George answered immediately. “In the morning.” She added with as much modesty as she could muster, “I don’t really need a watch.”
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
George no longer appeared to be concerned with the random questions, and answered gamely. “I wouldn’t harass them. If you love someone, but that person will not be with you, you must respect him.” The script’s etchings grew darker. “Even if he stubbornly continues to patronize you and oafishly cling to the delusion that you do not know his feelings for you, and that you have no place in the decision, while it concerns both of us, and one day soon we are going to have a talk, and it will be a long one, and if you have to cry, that’s alright, but you will not be leaving the chair you will be tied to!”
The petite girl loosened her grip on the quill before it got too harsh and offered it a small apology. She paused a moment, and continued: “Although I wouldn’t harass her, I’d probably most like to meet Luna Lovegood. She seems like she would be very fun to talk to. But she might not be in the Order; in that case, I would like to meet Ron. We could bond over the comments we face surrounding our freckles and plan our revenge.”
However, it was clear from the attitude of the girl she was only kidding, for revenge was a rarely entertained thought of hers.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
“The Albus Dumbledore Ice Cream Bar. I’m pretty sure it’s illegal for me to serve alcohol, so it would have to just serve ice cream. And I’m naming it after Professor Dumbledore because I have so much sympathy for him, if every applicant had to answer the above question!”
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
George laughed at the query. “While Harry seems to be a nice boy, I can’t see myself wanting to be married for a bit; I wish Fred and Harry the best of luck.” But they want an answer with a world mythology? “I suppose I’ll answer this question another way. Harry, Fred, and George would be the happiest if Harry left both of them. There is a Turkish legend that speaks of a group of villagers fleeing invading forces. A husband and wife rode on one horse, and the husband’s brother rode on another. The brother’s horse collapsed, and the husband said to his wife, ‘Leave my horse; my brother will ride with me, because I will find myself another wife, but I will never find myself another brother.’ Actually, I think that’s a horrible story, but it illustrates the thought that it is very dangerous to get between brothers.
“I still believe they all should have all left their horses and walked together.”
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
“You sound overwhelmed. Is there anyone around who can help? If not, I would try re-managing your time, and cutting out any activities you can. But I understand that your friends, family, and independent time are just as important as work. If you cannot find a balance, and you are still unhappy, then I suggest finding a new career path. Change is not failure, but a new challenge to be resolved.”
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
She smiled, not offended by the demand. “I don’t feel like I am. And I try to put aside a few hours every day to assure this by helping others. But really, no one is useless. Even if it is not immediate apparent, everything happens for a reason, everyone is here for a reason. We are all a part of a great whole.”
“I’ve been reading on the train,” was quickly written down afterwards.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
George looked over to her cloth rucksack resting on the floor, and slid it under the table with her bare foot. She smothered an impish grin as if this was a private joke between Hogwarts and her, but the battle against the smile was lost by the time she wrote. “I’ll be happy to try and help you with any problem you have. In New York I made a habit of it. Especially when it came to advice or finding lost things.” A frown touched her expression, and she amended her last statement. “Honestly, you do not have to vote me in for me to give you my help. But it would be much easier to aid you if I was a student on campus, so perhaps this is a way the universe is providing for both of us?”
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. George.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. George.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. George.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. George."