Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Bridget Anne Mabry
Birthday: November 29th, 1932
Hometown: Queens, New York, USA
Bloodline: Half Blood
Magical Strength: Charms
Magical Weakness: Divination
Year: Sixth (alternatively Fifth)
Biography: Bridget was born on a windy Autumn day in November to her muggle mother, Brittany Mabry. Unbeknownst to to Brittany, her daughter would inherit her father’s magical abilities (which the poor lady had not realized existed). The young witch’s parents had engaged in a short and passionate romance that ended with the two an ocean apart. Bridget assumed her father dead, or at least, dead to her mother.
Her childhood was nothing short of ordinary, at least in her perception. Her mother worked from eight to four, and Bridget went to daycare Queens. Brittany had their life down to a science, from when she picked her daughter up to when she dropped them off. Both understood they cared for each other, of course, but neither were particularly open about their affections. Whatever had occurred between Brittany and Philip had forever branded a mark on the woman’s potential relationships, including that with her child. Soft smiles and kind words were the only thing they really shared.
Their relations came to an abrupt halt one afternoon, when her mother was meant to pick her up from daycare. Her mother was an hour late, and then two. Little Bridget sat at the dining room table, waiting for her mother, but she never came. She stayed overnight with her daycare lady, Miss Cardwell. The next day there was a knock on the door. Upon opening it, a tall man burst through, seating himself at the table and informing the daycare provider that Bridget's mother had died in a car crash. He also explained that the girl would have had head to the orphanage, but her father was over the ocean, in England.
Philip Mabry knew he had a daughter, but was appalled when she showed up on his doorstep in Cambridge. Having adored Herbology during his time at Hogwarts, the man had gone off to research Mandrakes. He had to take the young witch in,though, and he decided to fill their conversations with tales of the Wizarding World and his days in Hogwarts. Young Bridget was hung on his every word. She would soon begin experimenting with her abilities, and was thrilled to find out she could move her dolls an inch one way or the other without touching them. Memories of her mother and life in Queens faded far away. She cannot recall them now.
Bridget was ecstatic upon receiving her Hogwarts letter. She kept it in her desk drawer, ensuring it would not vanish and leave her without and education. Her father was eager to assist her in purchasing the supplies necessary for first years. Neither of them spoke of Bridget’s mother, but neither of them remembered her either. Whilst at Hogwarts the witch developed a knack for Charms, and a hatred for Divination. She never had a large number of friends, but whomever she acquainted herself with came accustomed to her sharp wit and constant curiosity.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.House Request: Ravenclaw
Personality: Bridget’s curiosity was born in the silence of her first home, when her mother would purposefully focus on work tasks instead of her daughter. Pretending not to notice, the child turned to reading. She read about stars, fairytales, nature - everything she could get her hands on. The girl strives to learn from the world around her as well as written works. From this intake of knowledge came undeniable sarcasm. Her father often threatened to send her out on the streets because of her quick remarks. She enjoys solving challenges and researching, unless it involves schoolwork; Bridget despises that horrid chore.
Bridget has always been an observant girl, and thus absorbed the traits of those around her, namely her parents. She gained her sense of introvertedness from her mother, and her ambition from her father. Actually, the girl learned more from Philip. He taught her about the importance of first impressions and making a name for yourself. She came to realize that people were constantly watching each other, searching for flaws. She strives to have as few visible flaws as possible. In a few words, Bridget Mabry is an intellectual, but quiet girl who cares an awful lot about how others perceive her.
Appearance:The witch would look completely average if it wasn’t for her flaming red locks (inherited from her mother). Bridget hates being a redhead, but she still keeps her hair long, almost reaching the middle of her back. She often styles it in a long braid or ponytail, as if that makes it any less visible. Her face is heart shaped and her skin fair. Acne has been an issue for the teenager, but she tries her best to cover it up. Bridget’s eyes are an icy, clear blue, just like her father’s. Her eyes are just about the only hint that Philip is related to her. The girl stands at five feet, seven inches (1.7ish meters).
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.Option TwoBridget was anything but hungry this morning. She had been up since five, her nose buried in an aged book about werewolves. As her roommates had so pointlessly observed, she had been up for hours and it was nearly time for breakfast. But the witch didn’t care. Her private, silent reading spot had been invaded as the sun rose, so she retreated to a new quiet place on the grounds.
She desperately hoped that the gardens were safe from the questioning, concerned glances of her friends. Bridget knew they meant well - they were only looking out for her health - but she needed alone time with her book, albeit a nonfictional one. The sunlight streamed through trees and petals, lazily warming the girl up as she wandered in search of a bench, or maybe a fountain.
A sneeze burst through the soft morning to her left. Bridget’s icy eyes cast themselves in the direction of the sound, finding a boy running his nose along his sleeve. She did her best not to wrinkle her own nose in disgust. It didn’t really work.
"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."Bridget cleared her throat, drawing her book near her chest. “No - no I don’t think you can,” said the teenager, turning to leave as her face flushed red with embarrassment. What would her father say? “I wasn’t staring, either,” she decided to call over her shoulder. Maybe she would read in the library instead. Her cheeks were still warm with blush. Philip Mabry would not be impressed.
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