Application (The March Hare - Alice in Wonderland)
The large doors to the Sorting Room opened and in stumbled a frazzled hare in a waistcoat. He was stressed to find no dining table or tea anywhere. He couldn’t smell the delectables of pancakes and muffins, of cookies and sugar, of dates and pudding. He took out his pocket watch, staring at the hands. He moved in to sniff the glass face mutter about the hands staying at 13 o’clock. He stashed away the pocket watch, and surveyed the room around him.
In his own mind he could see arrows pointing towards a table. With each arrow he looked over, the signs adopted a more aggressive exclamation. Finding no other course but to follow the arrows’ advice, he hopped over to the desk that the largest of the arrows was pointing down too. Once by it he found the chair oddly large. He jumped up and his head was only just visible over the desk.
Then he spied the quill moving without a hand as direction…
State your full name.
He could just see the questions written on the parchment in front of him. “State your full name?” he queried the air. The quill scribble his answer, word for word. He stared. “Why, my name is, The Mad March Hare…” He watched as the quill wrote his answer, moving from one side of the parchment to the other. The March Hare followed it with overly large eyes that peaked over the table. “March Hare for short… Is it tea-time yet?” The quill matched his words again, and like a cat following a moth with rapt attention, he followed the left-to-right motion of the quill, with a blank stare. His right eye twitched.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
“Cheese?” He paused. “CHEESE?” He sniffed the air, his ear twitched. “CHEESE DOESN’T GO IN TEA!” The Hare leapt onto the table, and pointed with the ladle that he pulled from his waist coat.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
“Down with the bloody big head!” He fidgeted over his pocket watch, checking time even when it was useless. For time was broken.
3. What time is it where you are?
“Tea-time!” blurted the March Hare, followed by a spasm insane giggles.
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.
The March Hare waited and jittered, the ladle in hand tapping against the pocket watch that hung from inside his waist coat. “I don’t believe I know that animal, is it anything like a Jabberwocky?” He twitched. “Jabberwocky’s are nasty things, the Red Que- A-TEACUP-OO!” The Hare sneezed violently, irritated by the feather of the quill.
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 Mad March-ch-ch..” He couldn’t finish his sentence for a spasm of jitters rocked his small frame. “TEA-TIME!”
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.
“Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle..” he sung, jittering, conducting with his index fingers an imaginary symphony.
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.
“Time has broken, you’ll never be able to finish anything!” He giggled. “The Mad Hatter… Hatter, Mad… The, eh hah he.” The March Hare stared off to the right and continued to remain silent, while he jittered.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
The March Hare pulled a teapot from nowhere and proceeded to pour the amber liquid into a cup. But said cup had a shattered base, thus the tea poured through it, and onto the desk. The March Hare threw the teapot, shattering against the wall. The March Hare stared at the teacup with the shattered base. His face fell and his enormous, yellowed teeth became more pronounced. He looked up, “Tea.”
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.
The March Hare extended both paws with his items for bribery in them. In his left was a pocket watch that upon being looked at broke, its springs flying out and the hands falling from the face. In his right paw was his leg, to which he enunciated in a nervous quiver, “My luck is footy, so footy is my luck. Ahaha…”
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____March Hare________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____March Hare_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____March Hare______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______March Hare_______
In his own mind he could see arrows pointing towards a table. With each arrow he looked over, the signs adopted a more aggressive exclamation. Finding no other course but to follow the arrows’ advice, he hopped over to the desk that the largest of the arrows was pointing down too. Once by it he found the chair oddly large. He jumped up and his head was only just visible over the desk.
Then he spied the quill moving without a hand as direction…
State your full name.
He could just see the questions written on the parchment in front of him. “State your full name?” he queried the air. The quill scribble his answer, word for word. He stared. “Why, my name is, The Mad March Hare…” He watched as the quill wrote his answer, moving from one side of the parchment to the other. The March Hare followed it with overly large eyes that peaked over the table. “March Hare for short… Is it tea-time yet?” The quill matched his words again, and like a cat following a moth with rapt attention, he followed the left-to-right motion of the quill, with a blank stare. His right eye twitched.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
“Cheese?” He paused. “CHEESE?” He sniffed the air, his ear twitched. “CHEESE DOESN’T GO IN TEA!” The Hare leapt onto the table, and pointed with the ladle that he pulled from his waist coat.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
“Down with the bloody big head!” He fidgeted over his pocket watch, checking time even when it was useless. For time was broken.
3. What time is it where you are?
“Tea-time!” blurted the March Hare, followed by a spasm insane giggles.
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.
The March Hare waited and jittered, the ladle in hand tapping against the pocket watch that hung from inside his waist coat. “I don’t believe I know that animal, is it anything like a Jabberwocky?” He twitched. “Jabberwocky’s are nasty things, the Red Que- A-TEACUP-OO!” The Hare sneezed violently, irritated by the feather of the quill.
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 Mad March-ch-ch..” He couldn’t finish his sentence for a spasm of jitters rocked his small frame. “TEA-TIME!”
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.
“Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle..” he sung, jittering, conducting with his index fingers an imaginary symphony.
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.
“Time has broken, you’ll never be able to finish anything!” He giggled. “The Mad Hatter… Hatter, Mad… The, eh hah he.” The March Hare stared off to the right and continued to remain silent, while he jittered.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
The March Hare pulled a teapot from nowhere and proceeded to pour the amber liquid into a cup. But said cup had a shattered base, thus the tea poured through it, and onto the desk. The March Hare threw the teapot, shattering against the wall. The March Hare stared at the teacup with the shattered base. His face fell and his enormous, yellowed teeth became more pronounced. He looked up, “Tea.”
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.
The March Hare extended both paws with his items for bribery in them. In his left was a pocket watch that upon being looked at broke, its springs flying out and the hands falling from the face. In his right paw was his leg, to which he enunciated in a nervous quiver, “My luck is footy, so footy is my luck. Ahaha…”
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____March Hare________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____March Hare_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____March Hare______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______March Hare_______