Application - Zack Addy, from 'Bones'

[zacko_the_nerd]

((Permission granted by Hodgins!mun! And Bones!mun, obviously, because... that's me XD Zack's italicized things are his written responses.))There were two thoughts running through Zack Addy's head, for the time being, and he wasn't entirely sure which to focus on first. On the one hand... Oh, man, this castle was too cool. Intricate brickwork,

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[mischief_fred]

"Now that is an ace answer to Question 5B." Being the subject of one of the application questions was quite amusing to Fred, but he was tiring of the usual answers. Harry should be with the one he loves the most. Love sucks; Harry should go it alone. Blah blah blah. This bloke had a mostly original idea. "How would you propose George and I go about the death match, then?"

The threesome thing he wasn't going to touch, because the prospect of himself and George getting it on made him want to overdose on Fever Fudges.

[zacko_the_nerd]

He'd said 'George and I'. This must have been Fred, the one from the question that Zack had referred to with threesomes and fights to the death. Oh, this was interesting. "The only way to go about a death match, I'd expect," he replied in a slightly surprised voice, as if the answer was obvious. At the very prospect of such a match, though, his mouth started to curl into a bit of a geeky grin. "Wrestling match. Caged. WWF style." He paused, tilting his head to consider. "Or perhaps something gladiatorial. Swords? Could be interesting. I can imagine you could get incredibly imaginative with possibilities, Fred."

[mischief_fred]

Fred considered all of Zack's suggestions, narrowing his eyes and nodding his head. The idea of a Muggle-style duel was definitely intriguing. "Would any of those options involve leather pants?"

Fred had heard the rumours of the types of duels people fought nowadays, and he really didn't fancy putting on a pair of leather pants (which he, being British, took to be underwear) and pressing himself against his brother. He loved George, but...not nearly that much.

[zacko_the_nerd]

It... what? ...Leather pants? Zack fixed Fred with a weird sort of look, one that was extremely inquiring in nature at the mention of the article of clothing. No, really. Wrestling matches, the competitors were often in spandex, but people actually offering to use such?

"I suppose... if you wanted to, you could," he replied in a slow, even voice, eyebrows raising slightly at the end. Hey, to each his own.

[ugly_old_hat]

"Wel, aren't you the little smartypants! So are you coming here to become even less not useless by adding magical education to your long list of degrees?"

[zacko_the_nerd]

Good God, the hat was speaking. "In a word, yes," Zack managed to reply slowly, eyes fixated on the hat with a bit of bewilderment. How did that thing... work? He was suddenly fascinated by its mechanisms. "My mentor and my boss has also resided here: Dr. Temperance Brennan. I'm told she's in Ravenclaw."

[ugly_old_hat]

"Oh, yes, indeed she is! Probably is a drunken mess by now." The Hat sounded entirely matter-of-fact.

[zacko_the_nerd]

She... what! Zack had a look of absolute scandal take over his features, in which his eyes widened considerably and he looked quite distressed. "I... Dr. Brennan would never!" he replied quickly, as though he were defending the protective older sister or something.

[ugly_old_hat]

You're a smartypants, and you need to discover the joys of alcoholism. It's obvious where you belong.

Your bribe has been accepted.

Welcome to Ravenclaw!