((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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It may or may not have been coincidental, but at almost the exact same time, eight figures walked through the front door of Hogwarts and into the Entrance Hall. Well, seven walked. The eighth blibbled.
Life had been nice and simple for a while, and Harry Potter had liked it like that. Quidditch, broom polishing, broom riding, a class or two here or there.... No Death Eaters. No Voldemort. No random threats on his life in general. It had been really nice.
Jarlaxle Baenre never settled into a place for too long unless he had learned a few details first. Cross dimensional information gathering was a bit trickier, but Kimmuriel's dimension door could be coaxed with the right coin and some new psi stones. The name of this place had gone over the planes, so it was hardly unknown to him when he slipped
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Christmas was in the air, and no one was unhappier about it than Dr. Cox. Presents. Mistletoe. Wreaths. Why the hell did this crap have to go on every year? That was what he wanted to know. God forbid someone try to sing carols at him again. The next person who tried singing was getting his entire stockpile of candy canes right up their ass.
With a small bang of displaced air, a twelve-year-old girl appeared, carrying what might have been a laptop computer, if laptops had eyestalks and jointed legs. She looked around, an increasingly annoyed expression on her face, and groaned
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Whoa. What was going on here? Colby was fairly sure that this was not prison. And after the whole being revealed as a spy for the Chinese, he was fairly sure he should be on his way to prison, if not Guantanamo Bay. Not… wherever this was. It looked like some kind of castle, at least to him. And he didn’t
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((OOC: I'm taking Bella from midway through New Moon, just after her dive. Spoilers reside within! Also, a note for any psychics; Bella's mind is somewhat impervious to any type of mind-reading or attempts to magically influence her.))
An girl in her late teens arrives abruptly in the Sorting room. No surprise there, then.
(( Open to Lily Evans, Homsar, Sirius Black, Agent Cooper, Richard Papen, Camilla Macaulay, Aayla Secura, Homestar Runner, Sam Winchester, Judy Poovey, Dale Smither, and Charles Macaulay. Oh, and visitors if so inclined or necessary
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