[Application:] Magdalene "Blind Mag" Defoe from Repo! The Genetic Opera
A pale, elegant woman in black walked across the floor of the sorting room. Her heels clacked on the stone and the sound echoed off the walls. Feathery eyelashes framed wide, artificial eyes. The iris focused in and out like a camera lens as she took in her surroundings, mouth agape. She lowered her hood and stopped in the center of the room.
“Hello?”
Blind Mag had no idea where she was. It worried her, but she was long-practiced in controlling her emotions. So rather than panic, she examined the chamber she stood in. To her left, she noticed a desk with a paper and a…a floating pen. She sucked in a breath through her mouth and stepped over to the strange pen. She reached out as though to touch it, but with withdrew her hand at the last second.
“How strange…” her voice lilted. After she accepted that there was a hovering pen (she'd seen much worse before) she glanced down at the paper. There were questions on it…
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Mag fluttered her eyelashes, puzzled. “I'm not fond of cheese,” she informed the enchanted questionnaire. She wasn’t as surprised as she should have been when the pen began writing down her response.
“I’m sorry I don’t understand,” she pulled the hood around her shoulders. “What does this have to do with where I am?” The pen wrote that too, but it didn’t give her any answers.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
She stared for a moment and answered in patient confusion. “I would not kill anyone. That’s not my job.” She was an opera singer and (unfortunately) the voice of GeneCO; her work had nothing to do with murder. Okay, well…not directly anyway. She wasn’t the one with the knife.
3. What time is it where you are?
A normal question, much to her relief. “It was some time near midnight when I arrived here…or at least when I left.” Since she wasn’t sure how she even got to this place, she had no way of knowing how much time had passed, if any. She’d long abandoned carrying any sort of watch around. It wasn’t like she needed it with all her security anyway. And as much as she loathed her “bodyguards”, it felt so strange to be somewhere like this alone after all these years that she almost missed them. For the second time since her arrival, she pulled her hood around her shoulders.
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 corners of her mouth twitched, threatening a smile. “What a silly question. I don’t know these people,” she half-sang. How amusing, why would she harass people she’s never met? Or anyone for that matter? "If they had truly returned from the dead, I would ask them what it was like to die,” she answered sweetly. No one else, she thought, would know.
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.
She looked up and blinked, refocusing her eyes on the ceiling. “I’ve not been to a bar in years, at least of my own…” she cut herself off. After pondering the question for a little while, she answered, “I suppose would name it Stella Polare.”
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.
“He should be with the person he loves most,” she responded immediately. “You don’t know what may happen, so cherish the time you have.” It was a lesson she’d learned in a painful way, but she hoped others could avoid her mistakes.
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.
“Have you done the work?” she asked, tilting her head again. “If you don’t fill it out properly, perhaps someone is just sending you more to replace the work you should have finished.” Mag wondered who had written this questionnaire. It was rather…er, sporadic, to say the least.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
Blind Mag stood still for a moment, as thought processing the information. “I can’t,” she finally answered, looking back at the paper with her wide eyes. “You must decide for yourself if you think I am of use to you.” Of course Mag knew she wasn’t useless (even if some of her uses were detestable), but that’s not the sort of opinion you can force on someone else.
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.
Hats? Squibs? Mag hoped this would all be explained soon.
She touched her fingertips together in front of her. “I could sing for you, if you would like me to,” she suggested. “Or, I can dress your hair,” she almost smiled again. It was a bit of a joke to her now, but when she was a little girl she often played with her mother’s hair. When she was older, she liked to braid Marni’s while they talked. She loved the feeling of it on her fingers, but now-a-days she never got the chance to play with anyone’s hair.
"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Magdalene Defoe.
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Magdalene Defoe.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Magdalene Defoe.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Magdalene Defoe"
“Hello?”
Blind Mag had no idea where she was. It worried her, but she was long-practiced in controlling her emotions. So rather than panic, she examined the chamber she stood in. To her left, she noticed a desk with a paper and a…a floating pen. She sucked in a breath through her mouth and stepped over to the strange pen. She reached out as though to touch it, but with withdrew her hand at the last second.
“How strange…” her voice lilted. After she accepted that there was a hovering pen (she'd seen much worse before) she glanced down at the paper. There were questions on it…
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Mag fluttered her eyelashes, puzzled. “I'm not fond of cheese,” she informed the enchanted questionnaire. She wasn’t as surprised as she should have been when the pen began writing down her response.
“I’m sorry I don’t understand,” she pulled the hood around her shoulders. “What does this have to do with where I am?” The pen wrote that too, but it didn’t give her any answers.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
She stared for a moment and answered in patient confusion. “I would not kill anyone. That’s not my job.” She was an opera singer and (unfortunately) the voice of GeneCO; her work had nothing to do with murder. Okay, well…not directly anyway. She wasn’t the one with the knife.
3. What time is it where you are?
A normal question, much to her relief. “It was some time near midnight when I arrived here…or at least when I left.” Since she wasn’t sure how she even got to this place, she had no way of knowing how much time had passed, if any. She’d long abandoned carrying any sort of watch around. It wasn’t like she needed it with all her security anyway. And as much as she loathed her “bodyguards”, it felt so strange to be somewhere like this alone after all these years that she almost missed them. For the second time since her arrival, she pulled her hood around her shoulders.
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 corners of her mouth twitched, threatening a smile. “What a silly question. I don’t know these people,” she half-sang. How amusing, why would she harass people she’s never met? Or anyone for that matter? "If they had truly returned from the dead, I would ask them what it was like to die,” she answered sweetly. No one else, she thought, would know.
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.
She looked up and blinked, refocusing her eyes on the ceiling. “I’ve not been to a bar in years, at least of my own…” she cut herself off. After pondering the question for a little while, she answered, “I suppose would name it Stella Polare.”
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.
“He should be with the person he loves most,” she responded immediately. “You don’t know what may happen, so cherish the time you have.” It was a lesson she’d learned in a painful way, but she hoped others could avoid her mistakes.
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.
“Have you done the work?” she asked, tilting her head again. “If you don’t fill it out properly, perhaps someone is just sending you more to replace the work you should have finished.” Mag wondered who had written this questionnaire. It was rather…er, sporadic, to say the least.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
Blind Mag stood still for a moment, as thought processing the information. “I can’t,” she finally answered, looking back at the paper with her wide eyes. “You must decide for yourself if you think I am of use to you.” Of course Mag knew she wasn’t useless (even if some of her uses were detestable), but that’s not the sort of opinion you can force on someone else.
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.
Hats? Squibs? Mag hoped this would all be explained soon.
She touched her fingertips together in front of her. “I could sing for you, if you would like me to,” she suggested. “Or, I can dress your hair,” she almost smiled again. It was a bit of a joke to her now, but when she was a little girl she often played with her mother’s hair. When she was older, she liked to braid Marni’s while they talked. She loved the feeling of it on her fingers, but now-a-days she never got the chance to play with anyone’s hair.
"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Magdalene Defoe.
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Magdalene Defoe.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Magdalene Defoe.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Magdalene Defoe"