Application: Mariella, Kate Nash's song 'Mariella'

[mari_el_la]

Mariella knows about Hogwarts. She won't say anything to anyone to indicate this. Don't worry :)The blonde-ringletted girl does not look as though she should be wearing all black. She looks rather...dare I say...preppy

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[callmewednesday]

"Have you ever seen a frost giantess, girl? They are comelier than you might think." Wednesday smirks. He knows from personal experience. Up close and personal.

[mari_el_la]

Comelier means fit. And he's the smirking, older, pervert type.

Mariella wrinkles her nose when she thinks he can't see, and then looks at him, making her blue eyes wide and innocent. She's not ever seen one, so she shakes her head, the picture of naivety...

..if it weren't for the wicked almost-smile playing about her mouth.

[callmewednesday]

Comelier doesn't just mean fit, though they were that, too. Wednesday thinks of Gunnlöð, and of Freyr's wife Gerðr.

"A friend of mine took a wife from among the frost giants. He fell lovesick at the sight of her beauty, and he himself wasn't so shabby to look at. He could have had any woman he wanted, or nearly so, yet there he was pining over a frost giantess, the daughter of Gymir. Giant is simply a race of being. It's not fee-fi-fo-fum doggerel. Harry could do worse than marry a giant."

Obviously Wednesday isn't familiar with Harry's sort of giant. Harry/Grawp OTP?

[mari_el_la]

What pretty names. Almost as nice as Loki's first wife, Glut.

Mariella cocks her head, the very picture of Yes, but you must admit they were never shown as brilliantly as that all the time; rather like France and England; natural enemies, yet sometimes work together.

It's possible, anyway. The other meaning is 'If you say so.'

[the_lady_door]

"I like your answer to the Gryffindor question," Door told her. "You must be well-read."

[mari_el_la]

Mariella doesn't get much praise at school or home. She just gets told to unglue her lips, and make a peep. The girl goes pink, unable to stop the smile spreading across her face. Yes, well-read; yes, but she won't talk about it. Instead, she fidgets, the grin prominent.

And she didn't even have to include African myths!

Vote: Ravenclaw

[the_lady_door]

Door returns the smile warmly. "They're odd questions, I think. But this time they're helpful. Your Gryffindor answer makes you a Ravenclaw."

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw

[mari_el_la]

Oh, wow, she got a vote for her favourite house! She laughs, which is about the only sound she makes, and hugs herself. She was always a Ravenclaw, except when she'd had a bad day and purposely made herself a Slytherin, in the Hogwarts-in-her-head. And no Ravenclaws will get the crossword puzzles right every day, like she does! Her look of jubilation is a clear 'thank you' to Door, and she taps the parchment at each house, looking questioningly at her, as if to ask 'Which house are you in?'

[cardarchitect]

Near couldn't vote yet, but he needed... needed... a distraction, and another applicant seemed like it would at least be a little distracting. Despite his rather shocking (moreso than he realized, really) appearance, he approached her with as much of a smile as he could muster. "What do you think is the proper way to dispose of paperwork?"

[mari_el_la]

She turns to answer the man as best as she bothers, but even if she could speak she wouldn't now. Her face turns shocked, and she shivers a bit, touching the delicate skin around her eye as she gazes on him--she's saying, 'What happened?'

[cardarchitect]

He stiffens... of course his condition is apparent, even those who'd managed to miss the Near and Mello Floorshow would be able to spot his ravaged condition.

But he'd be damned if he'd give in to hysterics.

"Nothing important." Choke on that, Mello.

[mari_el_la]

Sceptical eyebrow (of doom).

Of course it was important. She crosses her arms, wanting to know. Perhaps he was in a fight with three Venetian noblemen, or became Rogue after killing the old one in the bar brawl.

It's fairly obvious she doesn't believe him one whit, and has no intention of considering his feelings in the matter until he tells her.

[kosmosmagdalene]

"I require a clarification of answer 5d."

[mari_el_la]

She makes a face. She's not getting one, because there is no way she's sharing her secret worlds with anyone.

Ha, ha, ha, ha-a.

[kosmosmagdalene]

"Please clarify answer 5d or I will be forced to squib you."

[mari_el_la]

Mariella panics. No, no, she doesn't want squibbing. Her application, now bristling with lines and drawings, is added to again.

But it's a secret.

[soggynotecards]

Demyx blinked. This situation sounded like a song, not that he usually did that to people. Well, at least not to teenage girls, since the last two he'd made the mistake of underestimating had turned out to be Larxene and Kagura.

So what did you say to someone who wouldn't talk? "Well, you seem to know gods pretty well. Not that it's that hard, at least the Greek ones really do act like the myths a lot."

[mari_el_la]

Well, of course. Mariella smiles in a friendly way, and sticks the biro behind her ear. Then she does a twirl, and points at him, as if to say Do you know them?

[soggynotecards]

Demyx shrugged. "I tended to hang around Olympus a lot, sometimes." He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Here's a hint: avoid the Underworld if you can. Hades talks like a bad stand-up comic." The Nobody grinned wickedly.

[mari_el_la]

Her eyes light up, and she points to him. Your name, sir? What if he's one of the lesser gods? How cool would that be!