OC Sue Squibbait: Kahsaandrah Sakura Sylverfyre, World of Warcraft

[undeadsparkle]

Kahsaandrah Sakura Sylverfyre appeared in the Sorting Room amidst a cloud of golden sparkles. She looked around with a demure and yet sassy look on her face. What was left of her face, anyway. The skin on her lower jaw was long since rotted away. She was wearing a low-cut red robe of the finest silk also rotted through in places, and

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[tomowildcat]

Tomo does not read the application, but takes one look at the applicant and yells, "A ZOMBIE! A SPARKLY ZOMBIE! You can't have my brains! No matter how awesome they are!"

[undeadsparkle]

Kahsaandrah frowned prettily for a zombie at the girl. "Why would I want your spicy brains? I have my own!" And despite her actions, she did. All you had to do was move aside the hair at the side of her head to see for yourself.

[tomowildcat]

Spicy brains? Well, of course they would be spicy. Tomo's brains certainly couldn't be bland! She'd tell you so herself!

"Could've fooled me! Any zombie would wanna eat my brains. You're just trying to lull me into a false sense of security! Besides, if you had a brain, you'd know Fred and George are guys. Two guys can't make babies, duh!"

Tomo had yet to meet Luna Lovegood, of course.

[undeadsparkle]

"They can if they love each other enough!" Her eyes flashed with delusion. She sniffed in indignation. "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."

The slight growling of what was left of her stomach was response enough.

[ex_ladyston]

Catelyn read the application, and eyed the girl with a vague sort of distaste. Part of her knew that it was not this girl's fault that the idea of wolf meat was extremely offensive to her, but the fact remained that it was offensive. While almost all she said was seemingly admirable, there was in her voice something that grated in Catelyn's ears--the girl was an overgrown child.

"How is it that you believe there is such a thing as a 'good' demon?" she asked, her death-filmed eyes filled almost with disbelief.

[undeadsparkle]

"Normally there isn't, but mine would be, because I'm so good and special that they can't possibly be otherwise." She was annoyingly upbeat and enthusiastic on that point. She cocked her head to one side and looked at the woman. She didn't look like a Forsaken, but she didn't look quite like a live human, either. "Did you only half catch the Plague?" she asked and ignored the fact that that explanation made absolutely no sense.

[dungbombsrule]

Ok, zombie lady was really gross. Really gross. If he was a meaner lad, he'd probably make some comment on how cheese should suit her fine, with the mold and all. But Ron was too gallant, and instead took a piss out of those who weren't there and thus couldn't take offense and then curse him silly for it.

In response to the Gryffindor question (it usually was in response to the Gryffindor question), Ron spread his arms and called out, "Alright everyone, move along. No marriage can possibly occur here, none of the grooms meet the requirement. So, close up shop, roll up the veils, see you in the morning. Cheerio!"

[undeadsparkle]

"What?" She gazed upon the boy, eyes wide and disconcerting and confused. "Does this mean there won't be babies of true love? And are any of them single?" She edged a bit closer. "Are you single?"

[dungbombsrule]

"Ah, no. They're all blokes; nothing wrong with it, but... yeah, a baby would be pretty wrong. I mean, not wrong wrong, but you know, I think if there were a spell that made babies for just guys, the first few tries might turn out looking a little ookie." Ron tried to picture the first result of a butt baby, and unfortunately he was facing Kahsaanderaldrathingamajig at the same time.

"Half-jawed, sorta green. Maybe missing a few important bits. Weird noodle hair. They might smell a little bit like eggs." He widened his eyes. "Hey! And that's great for some people. I've met one girl in Bosnia with a complete egg-fetish, she was mad." He then noticed her approached, and abruptly drew his wand up; not to cast a spell, but he just liked the idea of a blunt instrument kept between him and the near-drawing figure. He kept it parallel to his face as he swallowed

[undeadsparkle]

"Their babies would be perfect as long as they really loved each other," she said firmly. And she believed it, too. Love made things perfect except for when tragedy was more fun.

"Oh, that's a pity," she said, deflating a little and moving her breasts away from where they were threatening to try and invade the immediate area around Ron. "Are you sure, because I bet castles have all sorts of nice hidden areas that need to be taken advantage of," she flirted.

[big_broomstick]

Oh, this was going to be like Zombie Cedric all over again. Zombies playing Quidditch never ended well. Oliver had heard of experiments with Inferi Quidditch teams. It seemed like a perfectly good idea until two players inevitably ran into each other, and apparently audiences didn't like being showered with zombie body parts.

But what was that, hanging off of... well, whatever it was? "You've got something, right here," he said, pointing helpfully to his jaw to let her know what it was.

[undeadsparkle]

"Oh, how kind!" she gushed, wiping delicately at her face and causing some rotting skin to fall, revealing an alluringly feminine hint of cheekbone. "And who would you be?"

[big_broomstick]

A bloke about to lose his lunch, is who he was. "Quidditch Captain," he said, swallowing to suppress the gag reflex. "I hear Slytherin is recruiting."

[undeadsparkle]

"Oh, a Captain," she said breathily. Oh, he was swallowing. He so wanted her. "Are there a lot of pretty people in Slytherin?"

[sidney_reilly]

Reilly sneered at the application.

"I should warn you, forced marriage is rather a touchy subject in these parts of late," he said, stabbing a pointer finger at the Gryffindor answer. "And eugenics is always a sore subject with me."

[undeadsparkle]

"It wouldn't be forced if they really love each other!" she said, not noticing as another clump of hair fell out. "What's eugenics?"

[sidney_reilly]

His teeth ground, audibly.

"Yes. That would be the basic distinction between a forced marriage and the other kind." He pointed to her writing. "Mating the two prettiest for the express purpose of making pretty babies, and lots of them, is eugenics. Other true believers in the practice have substituted strength or intelligence or any number of other qualities for 'pretty' in that sentence."

His teeth ground again. "Usually there is a...flip side...to the eugenics coin. Think on it."

[undeadsparkle]

"But pretty people attract other pretty people! It's how the world works!"