the The Sorting Hat's a Liar meme!

[heirial]

The Sorting Hat is wise, but it isn't infallible. What if it had chosen differently?

Post your characters and which houses they are in for the purposes of this meme (don't just drop them in a random house that makes no sense, but as long as it's something you can make an argument for, go wild).

Respond to other people's threads. Responding characters can be in a new house of their own or the same house, and you don't even have to be consistent about this from thread to thread.

Have fun!

Comments

[goodboybestshot]

[Oh... he takes a second to try and recall what he's talking about. Oh.]

Drat! No, I completely forgot. Blast it all to heck!

[scribes]

[Everyone always forgets the squid. It makes him sad :(

Fortunately he seems to be elsewhere and she didn't fall too deep. She's kinda heavy with all that wet hair once they break the surface.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Of course. Luckily Dirk is getting an early start; partly because he knew it would completely slip Jake's mind. He reaches up to ruffle Jake's hair. ]

Three feet six inches, Jake. Get started on it soon.

[goodboybestshot]

[Jake will just whine into your shoulder then.]

That's rubbish. Why do you need to write reports on stirring around things in a cauldron.

Gryffindirk Stridor

[fracturedsoul]

[ Things have gone in approximately the opposite direction for Dirk. Winding up in Gryffindor has exaggerated his already reckless nature, and he had only a passing nature in the Dark Arts a couple years back before realizing that they conflict with this inconvenient sense of morals he's found himself with.

Jake doesn't seem like a bad guy deep down, so Dirk still hangs around him. And might possibly still have a "thing" for him, but hasn't said anything about it. Because more than that, it feels like he has to keep an eye on this guy. Keep history from repeating itself.

This would be Dirk coming across Jake in a hallway one night, doing his prefect hall monitor rounds. ]

Hey.

[fracturedsoul]

Because Professor Whoever-The-Fuck-Teaches-Potions said so and we'll flunk if we don't do it.

[ Whiniest boyfriend. Why does Dirk love you. ]

[goodboybestshot]

[Jake was likely also a prefect so them bumping shoulders was definitely something that happened.

He liked Dirk a lot. Maybe the blood thing was something that should have made him leery but that was one Slytherin trait he didn't much care for. Personally speaking, he knew that lineage didn't make a damn about who you were supposed to be and muggleborns did just as well in magic as anyone else. For the most part, anyway.

He smiled though, and it wasn't a scheming smile either, which he had often. It was a friendly one. Dirk was one of the few he liked keeping close. There was just something honest in the guy that he liked.]

Ahoy.

[goodboybestshot]

[Makes another noise of discontent into his shoulder before pulling away.]

Do you have extra parchment on you? [Might as well do it here, with Dirk.]

[testaments]

[Just a bit, but he's running on too much adrenaline to care or stop. He is flailing your ass back to the lake bed.]

Just about there-!

[fracturedsoul]

[ He pulls out an extra sheet, and he just so happens to be using two textbooks to back his own essay, so he hands one of those over also. ]

And this shit just got twenty times less boring.

[fracturedsoul]

Sup? Come across any idiots getting themselves into trouble?

[goodboybestshot]

The night has been dreadfully dull, thus far. And you?

[goodboybestshot]

[He takes it and opens it just above his parchment so they both can look at it.]

And fifty times less productive. I haven't an idea of where to start.

[scribes]

[Well Asticus.

You know how the cliched movies and books go.








CPR TIME]



[Doesn't she look so attractive right now]

[fracturedsoul]

[ He takes this opportunity to lean over and rest his head on Jake, now. ] Applications of healing salves to non-magical burns. We've only been working on this in class all week.

[fracturedsoul]

Same. Shit's boring as hell. Starting to regret taking this position, I could be spending this time on way more productive stuff.

[testaments]

[ welp. it was down to this hartell. are you a big enough man to do this.]

[Hell. Fucking. Yes.]

[Have some CPR]

[scribes]

[She comes to after a moment, coughing a little. Her head is reeling and it takes her a moment to focus on the black and grey mass above her. She puts a hand to her pounding head]

What happened?

[goodboybestshot]

[Leans slightly against him in return.]

Yes, I get that. I'm just bollocks at starting reports. Here, you take the healing salves, apply them to the burn, and then the burn is all better.

Why does that need three feet of explanation?

[fracturedsoul]

Hell if I know. [ If Jake cares to glance over at Dirk's essay, he's padding it out with larger than normal print, margins, and spaces between the lines. He's got about a foot done. ] Three and a half feet, mind you. Don't cut it off too soon.

[goodboybestshot]

I couldn't agree more. [Sigh.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ He leans against the wall, hands in pockets, the pose of the thoroughly bored. Looks over at Jake. ]

You full up on homework too? Or is there something else you'd be spending your time on?

Bro Strider | SLYTHERIN FUCK YEAH.

[puppetpocalypse]

[Had he been sorted into any other house, he would have been taken in with open arms.

But being a Slytherin really jaded Bro. He still thought the school was the best thing, but the walls he had to throw up were even taller than before. Bro fought to show why he was Slytherin material.

He soared through his classes. He became one of the best flyers the school had ever saw. He was angry they didn't let them in his first year. He made sure to show that they would have been amazing had they let him in when he blew everyone away in his second year.

Bro was a terrifying force. He could be at par in dueling with even the higher years. Hell, he already could pull off incantations with just the flick of his wand. No words needed. While he was affectionate to only close people and his siblings, he had become a cold-hearted being. People respected him, but out of fear.

It was incredibly lonely.]

[goodboybestshot]

[Leans against the wall, but no nearly as bored as he is just relaxed. He doesn't take his eyes off Dirk, either.]

Homework is such a trivial affair. There's much more interesting things to be doing in the likes of this place.

[fracturedsoul]

[ Living at Hogwarts at the ripe young age of seven is hard. It's hard and nobody understands. It's even harder when the guy raising you is in Slytherin rather than some happy cheerful house like Hufflepuff.

So Dirk's a pretty quiet kid. He can often be found chilling in his bro's dorm room, practicing his puppet-sewing. ]