A Patryn arrives at Hogwarts ((application))
((Haplo from the Deathgate Cycle))
There was a brief shimmer and a figure stepped lightly into the Sorting room. He was a man of about average height, wearing simple clothing made out of soft leathers. Beneath a leather vest he wore a high-necked and long sleeved shirt His hands were wrapped in strips of linen, leaving his fingers free to lightly touch the dagger at his waist. His hair was a nondescript shade of brown, tipped with white; his eyes were intelligent and hard.
Close behind him followed a dog with a dark pied coat and bushy tail. The dog paused beside his master and scented the air. Not sensing any danger, he barked joyously and began racing around the room, investigating all manner of new smells.
Haplo, one of the few Patryn Runners to survive the terrors of the Labyrinth, watched the dog with the smallest of smiles as it capered about the room happily investigating their surroundings. Certain that they were alone, at least for the moment; he tugged back the wrappings on his hand and glanced down. His skin was covered in tattoos of interlocking blue and red whirls and lines. Each rune touched the other, forming an elaborate and colorful network that covered every inch of his skin save for his hands, head and the soles of his feet. They were his protection and the source of his magic and would begin to glow in the presence of danger. The exuberance of the dog and the lack of glow from his runes convinced him that they were in no immediate danger.
The insistent tapping of the dictaquill caught his attention and he padded closer. The translation charm flared to life and he was able to understand the writing on the parchment in front of him.
State your full name.
“Haplo,” he stated simply. Not exactly the talkative type here. The dog raised his head and added a ‘woof’. Presumably, that meant “My name is Dog!”
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
He frowned. Cheese? Was this some sort of riddle-based test? Again he checked the runes on his skin to confirm they weren’t glowing. “I had some cheese at camp when I was a Runner. I don’t know what it was made from, but it was good.”
The dog snuffed at the dictaquill and sneezed.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
“I do not recognize these names. Are they Sartan?” His hands tightened reflexively at the mention of the ancient enemy of his people. The dog, sensing his master’s emotions, leaned heavily against his leg.
3. What time is it where you are?
“Why such strange questions?” he shot back. “What does it matter?”
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.
“A Patryn does not harass. If advances are not welcome, they are not welcome. And in these matters, I do not take what is not offered.” At least this was true among his people.
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.
He smiled thinly, “The Runner’s Paradise.”
The dog barked again. If he had his way, it would be called “Sausages!” and he could have all the sausages he wanted.
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.
The Labyrinth taught the Patryns patience, but Haplo’s was beginning to run thin with the exceedingly strange nature of the questions and no clear indication of where he was. “Are the Sartan behind this? It wasn’t enough to sentence my people to suffer and die in a prison gone mad but now you test my patience with bizarre questions about people I do not know? If you are Sartan, show yourself!” He demanded.
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.
Haplo pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a breath, annoyed at himself for the outburst. “I will show you the rune to bring fire. That should take care of the desk and the paper.”
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
“I survived the Last Gate and walked out of the Labyrinth under my own power. I have faced down chadocyn, bugbears and dragons and survived them all. I have earned the trust of my Lord Xar, the first of our kind to conquer the prison the Sartan sentenced us to.” He stated the facts simply, without an excess of pride in his voice. “I am alive, that is proof enough.”
The dog barked again, he was a dog after all, he certainly was not useless!
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.
A bribe? Haplo thought for a moment before speaking. The only thing of value in the Labyrinth was strong magic and an even stronger will. “I have little on my person to truly offer.” He drew his dagger and indicated the runes etched into the metal and hilt. “I am an accomplished tracker and hunter. I could inscribe runes on your weapons,” he offered. “Your daggers would fly swiftly, your spears true and your enemies would fall at your feet.”
Dog barked again. They could have the things Haplo offered, but they couldn’t have his sausages! Well, maybe one or two.
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___Haplo_runner___
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _Haplo_runner____
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Haplo_runner___
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __Haplo_runner____
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