Transmagical Vamp (Closed RP for Simkin/Camilla. No Slash. I think)
It was an odd day at Hogwarts, and we mean odder than usual. For one thing, it appeared to be raining handkerchiefs. Silk handkerchiefs. Orange silk handkerchiefs to be exact. They floated through the air, lightly draping over most everything, and then slowly dissolving into nothingness. It was most peculiar. As was the way various implements of tea and sweeping started talking in an urbane drawl, as if perpetually amused by everything and everyone. Of course, those who were rude, or generally disliked by certain anthropomorphic personifications would find themselves snubbed, or thwacked, or (if you manhandled a tea-pot in an improper fashion) boiled.
Nothing lasting, or too painful, but it was odd, and ostentatious. For those who paid attention, it was also a sign. Simkin had returned to Hogwarts, and was busily making his presence known. He'd already given the Sorting Hat a suitable colour scheme. He called it Pirates and Pumpkins, dear boy, don't you know?
It was a mixture of oranges and blacks, with white skulls, and jack-o-lantern's decorating it. Simkin thought it looked fabulous. Other tastes may vary, but since Simkin is the only one who matters, he's just going to ignore everyone else's view. Especially anyone who might be tall, dark, and broodsome. Like dear old mucky Joram.
So it was that Simkin had returned, and was walking down the hallway, accompanied by theme music, because it amused him. Currently the theme was of the cock-rock variety. Transvision Vamp, Van Halen, The Darkness, whatever. It was that kind of poppy, big hair, big solos and David-Bowie's-crotch-in-tights kind of music.
You know what we're talking about.
((Camilla))
Nothing lasting, or too painful, but it was odd, and ostentatious. For those who paid attention, it was also a sign. Simkin had returned to Hogwarts, and was busily making his presence known. He'd already given the Sorting Hat a suitable colour scheme. He called it Pirates and Pumpkins, dear boy, don't you know?
It was a mixture of oranges and blacks, with white skulls, and jack-o-lantern's decorating it. Simkin thought it looked fabulous. Other tastes may vary, but since Simkin is the only one who matters, he's just going to ignore everyone else's view. Especially anyone who might be tall, dark, and broodsome. Like dear old mucky Joram.
So it was that Simkin had returned, and was walking down the hallway, accompanied by theme music, because it amused him. Currently the theme was of the cock-rock variety. Transvision Vamp, Van Halen, The Darkness, whatever. It was that kind of poppy, big hair, big solos and David-Bowie's-crotch-in-tights kind of music.
You know what we're talking about.
((Camilla))