Application: Mercutio (Romeo and Juliet)

[a_grave_man]

 ((You want classic characters, you got it. Also, I'm aware that the pic is of a modern version of the guy.))

Mercutio sort of spaced out in the sorting room, admiring everything.

"Such gleeful creations; such would be touched by the very hand of God himself, were this not but a mortal design!" ...Right. The man picked up one of the application forms

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[livingaustria]

Poor Austria turned a bit green. "Oh, God, that is a mental image I will NEVER be able to scrub out."

[a_grave_man]

You know how old literature used old terms and similes that turn strange/funny later? Mercutio doesn't. And he's not aware of the personified countries running around in Hogwarts yet, being a newcomer and all.

"Good sir, whatever do you mean? Hath you stumbled upon a poor diseased peasant in the throes of passion with an inanimate object?" Uuuuuh. The man nodded, smiling.

[livingaustria]

"I do not need to think of France pregnant, thank you." God, not even a nuclear bomb would get that image out of his head.

[a_grave_man]

"Then do not."

He blinked, then looked at his application paper. Yep, he said something like that. Literally, a pregnant country wasn't something he could visualize.

[ninja_lizzy]

"You speak rather glowingly of your abilities with a blade, sir," remarked Elizabeth Bennet, everyone's favorite classical zombie-hunting heroine. "But can you, as they say, talk the talk? I own I would be much interested to know how many ninjas you have gutted today."

[a_grave_man]

"If you have been more attentive than a rye seed, it would be obvious that I can talk. Since you are not, however, I question your authority to challenge my boast."

Burn ward, we have a second-degree here.

[ninja_lizzy]

Elizabeth unsheathed her katana--weapon favored by all the best people in Regency England. "This gives me the authority," she stated, taking up a ready stance.

[a_grave_man]

"This changes the matter entirely," Mercutio added hastily. "While I would adore to spar, these conditions seem inappropriate." He flourished with his hand, indicating the tables and people in the way. Besides, hem didn't feel like fighting someone so diseased (his assumption) that their jawbone was visible. That just wasn't a fair fight.

[lemondrop_party]

"Ah, so you are a friend of Sirius Black, I take it? Welcome to Hogwarts!" enthused a tall and skinny old man in purple robes and fabulous high-heeled buckled boots.

[a_grave_man]

"Truth be told, I simply picked a name at whim." What he didn't mention was that there was only one name to choose from. Basically, he BSed his way through the questions. "Hogwarts, hmm? An unusual name."

[lemondrop_party]

"Perhaps you are a friend of Sirius' without even knowing it! He too is capable of whimsy." The old man smiled. "Your name is unusual to me, and mine may be unusual to you. I am Albus Dumbledore."

[a_grave_man]

"Albus...is this a Latin name? Apologies for not introducing myself; my name is Mercutio, though I wonder how you know it." And abruptly, he laughed. "I see! I see!" More laughing. "I, too, can bluff!"

Something...

"Splendid!"

...Wasn't quite right about this one.

[drunkexguardian]

Lee smirked under her crimson hood, smoking a cigarette and leaning against one of the room's stone walls. "You really seem hung up on this guy. Or do you just like the way his name sounds?"

[a_grave_man]

"The latter," he explained, nodding vigorously. "It reminds me of an African tribe, perhaps recently brought into Europe for enlightenment." Only half-true. Really, he just wanted to joke around, because even Renaissance people had senses of humor.

[drunkexguardian]

"And what, pray tell--" she paused, took a drag and exhaled a curl of smoke, "would you count as 'enlightenment'?" She crossed one foot in front of the other, both as ever just slightly off the stone floor. Beneath the shadow of her hood, her expression was surprisingly benign. A product, no doubt, of her daily drinking binge.

[a_grave_man]

"Any number of Renaissance theories and religions, clearly." Mercutio nodded again, and threw his hands in the air. "Whether Protestsant or Roman Catholic, either can surpass barbarianism!" Then he did a bow.

Large Ham, anyone?

[ra_tilt_chimera]

Zel looked curious. "You say you're a swordsman?"

[a_grave_man]

"Answer your own question, and read what has been written," Mercutio said dismissively, pointing at the paper with his recorded application.

[ra_tilt_chimera]

"Simply trying to begin a conversation. Sometimes it's difficult to find a lead-in. I've had little opportunity to use the skill here, where all dueling's done with spells, but I'm a swordsman myself."