Application for Kuronue (Yu Yu Hakusho)

[prettypendulum]

Startled profanity announced Kuronue's appearance in the sorting room. Twisting at the waist and peaking over his shoulder to look around rather warily, as well as curiously, he let loose another mumbled tangle of words that may or may not have made much sense to anyone who was close enough to hear. He wasn't quite sure what he'd said himself he

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[charlesofdensen]

Ofdensen twitched slightly at the paperwork question. "Burning the office would not solve anything either."

[prettypendulum]

Kuronue blinked at the human and tilted his head, amused. "Sure it would! Temporarily anyway."

[charlesofdensen]

"If your office is on fire, you have bigger problems." He spoke from experience there.

[prettypendulum]

A shit-eating grin spread over his lips. "Mentally, I assume? Or are you referring to sabotage?"

[charlesofdensen]

"Either could technically fit. I had sabotage in mind, though."

[prettypendulum]

He nodded. "I've set my fair share of fires in my time. They've never been for kind-hearted reasons."

He took a deep breath and placed his hands at his hips. He looked as if he'd made a decision. "You've a very sharp mind."

[charlesofdensen]

"I'd have to have one in my line of work. Bands don't run themselves. Especially popular ones."

[prettypendulum]

"Bands? I see." He didn't really, but he'd lied through his teeth wonderfully in the past, he figured a few centuries being dead wouldn't change anything. As far as Kuronue could tell this was a human businessman and such a profession did little to amuse him. Still, Charles had a kind of ruthless edge to him that made Kuronue curious.

[charlesofdensen]

Ofdensen nodded. "At any rate. This is Hogwarts. It's a school to learn magic."

[prettypendulum]

"Oh." His mouth hangs open for a bit, realising just how weird his situation is. School of magic? Why the hell was he were?

"Well I guess you're fucked then aren't you?" He chuckled.

After thinking for a split second, a thought occurs to him. "Who chooses the ah...students? 'd like to throttle the hell out of them. I had been peaceful."

[charlesofdensen]

Ofdensen flinched again. "I had been fucked. Then I came here." And Ofdensen meant that, if this isn't an hallucination, then he owed Hogwarts-and it's no-kill rule-his life.

"The Sorting Hat has the final say in whether you stay or go."

[prettypendulum]

Still, he caught the flinch but said nothing on it. He was a human after all. It wasn't surprising.

"Sounds familiar." He glared at nothing in particular, eyes passing through Charles. Pointing to a hat, of all things, did little to soothe his need for answers.

[charlesofdensen]

Ofdensen arched his eyebrow. "I don't think I want to know where you came from if a hat deciding your fate is 'familiar'...unless you're an alum of this school."

[prettypendulum]

He stroked his old worn hat almost protectively. "I meant the being dead part. Or near to it, for you I suppose."

"Honestly the hat thing is weird, but then again, this whole place is."

[charlesofdensen]

Ofdensen said nothing, but one could tell he was troubled by that.

"That's to be expected. This entire school is weird, but for some, it's better than nothing."

[prettypendulum]

While he valued his life, he didn't considering it his to have anymore. He felt...cheated in a way, to be alive again. Because of this Kuronue had a little trouble understanding Ofdensen in that respect.

He changed the subject.

"You said magic. As in, pulling rabbits and shortening wands magic or something greater?"