Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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Name: Santiago Navarro

Birthday: 24 September 1939

Hometown: Mallorca, Spain

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two): 3rd (pls) or 2nd
Biography:

He was soft.

His brothers, two of them, older, were loud. His cousins, so many he sometimes had trouble remembering who was who, were loud. His father, tall and built like a bear, was loud. His mother, quieter than the others, more prone to press her lips in a thin disapproving line than to yell her displeasure, still held the loudest silences he had ever seen. Just the arch of an eyebrow was needed for people to follow her command.

But Santiago was soft. Too soft, he thought sometimes. Too different from the rest,

He had asked, once and just once, about the uncle no one talked about, the uncle he had never met. He got two answers: he was too angry, he was too different. His mother had wrinkled her forehead, his father had tensed his jaw. He remembered the gestures like he remembered everything else.

He never forgot anything.

Sometimes, he took a little rowboat, pushed it into the water, close enough to the shore so that he could still see the toast-coloured walls of his house, right next to the hotel his mother managed, but far enough so that he could listen to nothing but the sound of the waves around him. He sat there, for hours at a time, under the sun that brought his freckles out to play, with a book he had found years ago, pages wrinkled by saltwater, but legible still.

He wasn’t sure about the faces his brothers would make if they found out he liked poetry so much. Just in case, he didn’t mentioned his book. Just in case he turned too different too, in five years, in ten, and his father tensed his jaw when hearing his name.

He kept to himself most of the time while growing up. Did what he had to, diligently and responsibly. Stayed out of other people’s business unless he was asked to intervene.

But Santiago kept his little book under his pillow, kept the beautiful words in his heart, and pretended real hard he wasn’t half the dreamer he was.

(Most of the time, he couldn’t even deceive himself.)

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Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: whatever you want

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Option 2:

He wasn’t staring.

What Santiago had been doing previous to the invasion of his space - it wasn’t his space, not really, he didn’t own the patch of land or the flowers, but this was where he came to read, to have some time to himself. This was where he sat on his own and spent an hour or two - or three if he had them to spare - brushing fingers over ink carefully, falling in love over and over again with rythm and rhyme.

Santiago Navarro didn’t have many friends. He was okay with that. He was quiet- mostly- and preferred to keep to himself anyway. Rumours didn’t interest him as much as they did other people, and people themselves, frankly, were usually exhausting.

That didn’t mean his attention wasn’t going to be caught by some very loud boy who stomped around like he was the only person in the world. Frustrated with the interruption, he closed his book with a sigh, and simply shrugged, wishing - wishing wishing wishing - he could have his rowboat and row away from all the chaos.

“Nothing,” he muttered. And without anything else, he stood to leave.

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Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Felicia Navarro, Juan Cruz