0 of 15 questions.
Alright, first question: What's your favorite house?
What house do you think you would be in if you went to Hogwarts? No, they aren't the same... And be honest!
If you could, would you actually go to Hogwarts? Be honest.
Pick one: Your deepest, most secret, exotic desire, or your family's lives? Be honest again! You know, just be honest for all the questions, okay?
If you could, would you trade your life for one filled with adventure? (Or one that takes place in the wizarding world...? ;D )
No, I'm pretty happy with my life now. I love my family, my friends, and just living. (Me: "I love... Carpet. I love... Desk." Haha, if you haven't seen the movie Anchorman you really should.)
No, I'm alright where I am now. (Me: "I'm in a glass case of emotion!" Yes, that's from Anchorman too.)
Yes, I suppose maybe I would. (Me: Oohh, I just got an idea... Huh? Oh, nope, it has nothing to do with this answer.)
YES, yes I would. Defiantly. Of course. Now could you please stop typing things!?! The answer is yes! (Me: Sorry, I'll stop typing... Now.)
Ready for the roleplaying questions? Are you upset that I'm making this a question?
Ready... (Me: Good, 'cause they're a comin'.)
I'm ready, and no, it's your quiz, why would I be mad? (Me: Alrighty, thanks for not being mad :D)
Well, it is a question. At least it's not a random statement like I've seen on some quizzes. (Me: That's... Wow, butterfly!),
Just get on with it, please! (Me: I will! Sheesh. Haha kidding. Sure, I'll get on with it.)
RP: You've been getting lots of threatening letters lately. After some investigation, you find out they're from Harry Potter. Why would he be sending them to you?
RP: You're in the halls, minding your own business, when all of the sudden you're dragged into a broom cupboard. You flip on the lights, it's Draco Malfoy. He pulls you close and kisses you.
Repulsive! I push him away and run to the closest abandon classroom so he can't find me. (Me: C'mon, you know you enjoyed it.) I did not! Why are you commenting after everything anyway!? (Me: ...I'm bored.)
Aw, how romantic. I've liked him for a while now. (Me: My question is why is it always a broom cupboard? Did they not have regular closets? And how many brooms do they need!?) I dunno, you made it a broom cupboard, not me, (Me: ...Well too bad.)
Um, no. I push him off and tell him I'm not interested before exiting. I would never date him, he's too stuck up. (Me: He's amazing.) In your opinion. (Me: And in your mom's opinion.) That was the worst joke ever. (Me: You haven't heard all my jokes...)
Well, I guess I don't really mind. It's a little awkward, but... Hey, he's pretty good at snogging. (Me: Gah, I wanna be in your place right now.) Why? It's roleplaying, remember? (Me: Riiiigggghhhtttt...)
RP: Christmas vacation is tomorrow! The Weasley's invite you to stay at the Burrow with them.
I'd love to, but I want to see my family so I can't go. (Me: I'd be going, just 'cause Fred and George are hot. Don't deny it, we both know its true!) Okay...
Sure, why not. It could be fun. (Me: Besides, all of them are hot... Except for Percy. No one likes Percy. No one.)
No way! You Weasley's are too pour to feed yourselves, I can't stay with you! (Me: Your favorite Weasley is Percy, isn't it!? No one likes Percy...) That... Was completely, utterly random. (Me: â€œThat's how I rollâ€ Ah, even more Anchorman. :3)
Of course, I'd love to! (Me: So would I! Take me with you!) It's roleplaying, okay? Not real! (Me: I wish it was.) Don't we all?
RP: The Yule Ball is coming up. You're really hoping a special someone will ask you to it. Who would that be?
Harry/Oliver/Seamus/Neville. (Me: I always have to urge to poke someone or something when I hear Seamus' name...) That's extremely weird. (Me: I know.)
Cedric Diggory. He's soooo hot. (Me: He goes sparkly gay vampire.) Not in Harry Potter world he doesn't!
Michael Corner or some other Ravenclaw. (Me: Hehe, whenever I hear his name I think of a kid huddled in a corner.) Of course you do.
Draco! He's H to the O to the T! (Me: Heck yeah he is! He's smexy.) Do you even know what that means? (Me: Nope, but it sure is fun to say! Smexy... Try it, it is!)
Crabbe/Goyle/Blaise. (Me: Crabbe likes cupcakes.) I'm aware. (Me: Goyle just likes food.) I'm aware of that too. (Me: I'm an Undercover Narwal in disguise.) Okay, I
wasn't aware of that. Thanks for letting me know.
Fred/George/Ron/Percy Weasley. (Me: No one likes Percy... But redheads are smexy.) I thought you didn't know what that meant? (Me: I googled it. It means "Smoking Sexy". George is especially smexy ;D)
Victor Crum! He's so dreamy, and strong, and he's so good at Quidditch...
Sigh (Me: I always think of him as a bread crumb.) Only you would. (Me: I know...)
I don't know, I'll wait and see who asks. (Me: I'm not patient enough to wait for stuff.) Eh, that can happen. (Me: Especially cookies. I hate having to wait for cookies. I mean, you can smell them, and see them, but you can't eat them until they cook!) I couldn't agree more.
RP: Dumbledor's dead? All of Hogwarts is outside, gathered around the body of the dead Headmaster.
RP: The war has come to Hogwarts. What are you doing?
RP: The war is over. Do you return to finish your last year of school?
I would, but I'm too busy, you know, being dead? Oh well, I do to talk with Sir Nick sometimes. (Me: Woah, now I can actually say this! "I see dead people.") But you don't actually see me... (Me: Dang it!)
No, after that traumatic experience I'm ready to just go home and start my life as an adult witch. (Me: With cookies?) Um, sure... Why not?
Yes, I should probably finish school before trying to find a job and buy a home. You know what I mean? (Me: No...) Just... Just never mind,
No, I can't. I don't think I'd want to. Out with the old, in with the new, right? (Me: Right! Just like Brock Obama!) What? No! Not like...!
I think I will, maybe. Just to find myself before I go for good. (Me: Good for you, making choices.) Alright then...
Yes, I believe so. This place has been my home for almost seven years... I just can't say goodbye. Not yet. (Me:
Sniff You're making me want to cry!)
I suppose I should, to help pick up the pieces. (Me: Good idea.)
No, I'm ready to leave. I'm ready to throw myself into the world. After that war, nothing can stand in my way. (Me: Besides maybe a WWE wrestler.) That was random.
Last RP: 19 years later, you're on platform 9 3/4. This time, however, it's your children that are boarding.
Most unfortunate death in the war?