Application: Cathy Dollanganger, Flowers in the Attic and Petals on the Wind
((Taken from the end of Petals on the Wind . There will be spoilers. Also, I have chosen to write up the app in first person, but all comments will be made using third-person narration, because I can be snarkier that way.))
I think I was upstairs, in the attic, looking at those two twin beds I'd shoved so close together when it happened. I don't remember too clearly what I was doing, only that one moment I was at home, and the next I was here, dressed in my favorite leotard and pointes, in this drafty room. The chill in the air caused my nipples to harden, and I stared for a moment at my body, still supple and graceful even though I was nearly 30. Good golly dayy, but all the practicing I was still doing even though I no longer had a chance of being a prima balerina had kept my figure svelte and lithe! I had never had to worry about things like keeping post-pregnancy weight, nor did I have any stretch marks! I was beautiful, and I reveled in my beauty!
I glanced around the room, rubbing my arms to warm myself up. I was in a drafty stone hall. I wondered if I was back at Foxworth Hall somehow, then reminded myself that was foolish! The Grandmother and Grandfather hadn't gone for castles. Oh, their houses had been grand, but there was no glitter, nor were there any priceless objets d'art in the room. There was only a table, upon which rested a stack of papers, with a quill pen hovering over them.
Suddenly frightened, I ran to the door, pounding my fists against the wood, but nothing happened. I flung myself against it, trying to break it down, screaming for Chris, for Doctor Paul, for Julian, even for Bart, even though the latter three were now dead!
Nothing availed me, and eventually I felt a bit foolish. I walked over to the table and sagged heavily in a chair, staring at the papers. Surely someone had to come collect them! I couldn't just be locked in here forever, alone, without even my Christopher Doll for company... could I? And I might as well fill this paper out. It would give me something to do before I was rescued!
State your full name.
I hesitated over what to write, and how honest I should be, but finally settled on the truth. After all, maybe this was Hell and I'd died without realizing it or making any dramatic speeches! Maybe God would let me out if I didn't lie! So I wrote, "Catherine Leigh Foxworth Marquet Sheffield Dollanganger."
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Golly-lolly! What kind of test was this? Where were the questions about sin, suffering, and whether or not I'd had sex with my brother? I wrote, "I adore brie and cumembert. I like all cheese, though. Especially since the Grandmother never served us any when we were locked in those horrible rooms! But, really, if there was ever a cheese my momma never tried but that I've eaten, I would say that is my favorite!"
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Ah, this was a question I'd been expecting, although it hadn't been phrased in the way I was anticipating! "I don't know who either of those are," I wrote, "But I wouldn't kill either of them! Unless, of course, they are men who aren't related to me, in which case they will probably come to tragic ends all the same!"
3. What time is it where you are?
I glanced at my wrist. I had not been wearing a watch, and the room was not well lit. "I have no idea. This room is like that cold, lonely attic where I spent so much of my childhood! There, the minutes seemed to last for hours, so that we lost all track of time, except for the hours we ate." I glanced around, the idle thought crossing my mind that I was hungry, especially for a powdered sugar doughnut.
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.
Ah, another question that made an odd sort of sense! I didn't know if I was making a good enough accounting of myself here or not. Anyway, I must tread carefully. "I don't know who these people are," I wrote. "But I don't sexually harass anyone. I know I'm beautiful, and I can't help that men are naturally drawn to look upon a body like mine. And if one should be unable to control his lust--as so often happens--I might let him touch me, but only a little. At least until his lust overtook him and he ravaged me, but certainly men can't help that, can they?"
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.
I laughed, a high, tinkling, silvery sound. "In the dark?" I wrote. "Oh golly gosh, that would never do! I am meant to be out in front of an audience, on stage, bathed in spotlights! In the dark, no one would see me!"
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.
"Harry should marry whichever of them he loves. Failing that, he should look for whichever of them is older, wise and protective. Or, failing that, the one which sweeps him off his feet. I suppose Harry isn't likely to try to seduce Fred or George so that he can gain revenge upon his mother, though, and I certainly hope Fred and George aren't related to him! Not that that's exactly been a problem for me lately."
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.
"Oh, I could never be bothered with paperwork. That's why one hires a secretary, you know. My sister Carrie, now. She was a brilliant secretary. She liked nothing more than taking dictation, cooking, and waiting on Doctor Paul hand and foot. But Momma murdered her! By denying Carrie when she saw her in the street, she as good as shoved those powdered sugar doughnuts into her mouth! If she weren't already in an insane asylum, I'd crush her again for that!"
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
Another laugh, though this time my laughter had a bitter tinge. "Useless? I am certainly not that. I have worked hard to become a respected balerina, and even though I don't dance anymore, I could if I wanted to. I have useful skills, and don't need a man to support me, unlike my foolish waste of space of a mother, who neglected all of us children while she went galavanting throughout the world with that new husband of hers, Bart Winslow! But I showed her, didn't I? Yes, I did! And now she's in an insane asylum, and I'm here, so you tell me which of us is 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.
I had to think about this. "I suppose I could dance for you! I still have those abilities, you know, and I could have been a prima balerina, if only Julian had cared more about our careers than he did!"
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Catherine Doll
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one. Catherine Doll
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Catherine Doll
One day, marmelade will rule the world. Catherine Doll
I think I was upstairs, in the attic, looking at those two twin beds I'd shoved so close together when it happened. I don't remember too clearly what I was doing, only that one moment I was at home, and the next I was here, dressed in my favorite leotard and pointes, in this drafty room. The chill in the air caused my nipples to harden, and I stared for a moment at my body, still supple and graceful even though I was nearly 30. Good golly dayy, but all the practicing I was still doing even though I no longer had a chance of being a prima balerina had kept my figure svelte and lithe! I had never had to worry about things like keeping post-pregnancy weight, nor did I have any stretch marks! I was beautiful, and I reveled in my beauty!
I glanced around the room, rubbing my arms to warm myself up. I was in a drafty stone hall. I wondered if I was back at Foxworth Hall somehow, then reminded myself that was foolish! The Grandmother and Grandfather hadn't gone for castles. Oh, their houses had been grand, but there was no glitter, nor were there any priceless objets d'art in the room. There was only a table, upon which rested a stack of papers, with a quill pen hovering over them.
Suddenly frightened, I ran to the door, pounding my fists against the wood, but nothing happened. I flung myself against it, trying to break it down, screaming for Chris, for Doctor Paul, for Julian, even for Bart, even though the latter three were now dead!
Nothing availed me, and eventually I felt a bit foolish. I walked over to the table and sagged heavily in a chair, staring at the papers. Surely someone had to come collect them! I couldn't just be locked in here forever, alone, without even my Christopher Doll for company... could I? And I might as well fill this paper out. It would give me something to do before I was rescued!
State your full name.
I hesitated over what to write, and how honest I should be, but finally settled on the truth. After all, maybe this was Hell and I'd died without realizing it or making any dramatic speeches! Maybe God would let me out if I didn't lie! So I wrote, "Catherine Leigh Foxworth Marquet Sheffield Dollanganger."
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Golly-lolly! What kind of test was this? Where were the questions about sin, suffering, and whether or not I'd had sex with my brother? I wrote, "I adore brie and cumembert. I like all cheese, though. Especially since the Grandmother never served us any when we were locked in those horrible rooms! But, really, if there was ever a cheese my momma never tried but that I've eaten, I would say that is my favorite!"
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Ah, this was a question I'd been expecting, although it hadn't been phrased in the way I was anticipating! "I don't know who either of those are," I wrote, "But I wouldn't kill either of them! Unless, of course, they are men who aren't related to me, in which case they will probably come to tragic ends all the same!"
3. What time is it where you are?
I glanced at my wrist. I had not been wearing a watch, and the room was not well lit. "I have no idea. This room is like that cold, lonely attic where I spent so much of my childhood! There, the minutes seemed to last for hours, so that we lost all track of time, except for the hours we ate." I glanced around, the idle thought crossing my mind that I was hungry, especially for a powdered sugar doughnut.
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.
Ah, another question that made an odd sort of sense! I didn't know if I was making a good enough accounting of myself here or not. Anyway, I must tread carefully. "I don't know who these people are," I wrote. "But I don't sexually harass anyone. I know I'm beautiful, and I can't help that men are naturally drawn to look upon a body like mine. And if one should be unable to control his lust--as so often happens--I might let him touch me, but only a little. At least until his lust overtook him and he ravaged me, but certainly men can't help that, can they?"
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.
I laughed, a high, tinkling, silvery sound. "In the dark?" I wrote. "Oh golly gosh, that would never do! I am meant to be out in front of an audience, on stage, bathed in spotlights! In the dark, no one would see me!"
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.
"Harry should marry whichever of them he loves. Failing that, he should look for whichever of them is older, wise and protective. Or, failing that, the one which sweeps him off his feet. I suppose Harry isn't likely to try to seduce Fred or George so that he can gain revenge upon his mother, though, and I certainly hope Fred and George aren't related to him! Not that that's exactly been a problem for me lately."
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.
"Oh, I could never be bothered with paperwork. That's why one hires a secretary, you know. My sister Carrie, now. She was a brilliant secretary. She liked nothing more than taking dictation, cooking, and waiting on Doctor Paul hand and foot. But Momma murdered her! By denying Carrie when she saw her in the street, she as good as shoved those powdered sugar doughnuts into her mouth! If she weren't already in an insane asylum, I'd crush her again for that!"
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
Another laugh, though this time my laughter had a bitter tinge. "Useless? I am certainly not that. I have worked hard to become a respected balerina, and even though I don't dance anymore, I could if I wanted to. I have useful skills, and don't need a man to support me, unlike my foolish waste of space of a mother, who neglected all of us children while she went galavanting throughout the world with that new husband of hers, Bart Winslow! But I showed her, didn't I? Yes, I did! And now she's in an insane asylum, and I'm here, so you tell me which of us is 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.
I had to think about this. "I suppose I could dance for you! I still have those abilities, you know, and I could have been a prima balerina, if only Julian had cared more about our careers than he did!"
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Catherine Doll
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one. Catherine Doll
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Catherine Doll
One day, marmelade will rule the world. Catherine Doll