Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Cosmina Thisbe Laskos
Gender: Young Lady in Training.
Age: August 11, 1930. Leo.
Blood Status: Halfblood, full determination.

Education: 
Hogwarts, 1947. Gryffindor.

Residence:
Manchester, UK

Occupation
Knight Errant

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
None whatsoever (and not because no one would have me, because if that's what you've heard, it isn't true.)

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 7
• Divination: 7
• Transfiguration: 5
• Summoning: 7

Additional 6 levels (of total 32), left unclaimed.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No, that's alright. I think I can make it on my own from here.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
The Laskos family is large, if you need a voucher, my brother Leander is at the Ministry. That’s gotta count for something, right?

Biography:
Her fingers traced the worn grain of the counter on which she leaned. It was the same grain which told the same story she had lived all of her eighteen years. It meandered around the edge of her family's coffee cafe separating the service side from that of its patrons, looking out like a balcony's edge over the low tables and and tufted cushions. Polished tea canisters and a tray full of sweets were to her left much like furnishings which never changed, not really.

She did not like being stuck, her mother may have said she was ‘helping’, but Cosmina knew the difference. She was being kept out of the way.

Bored. Bored. Bored.

She threw her head back in silent frustration, but the ceiling offered her little better view. There was a cobweb in one corner. She squinted at it and could already hear her aunt tsking her tongue if she spotted it before Cosmina had the chance to remove it. This was not what she had practiced her magic for. But again, that same admonition that it was still a mystery to many of her family what she actually had made an effort to study all those years at Hogwarts. Indignantly, Cosmina was convinced that they hadn’t been wasted. She knew plenty.

It was only that her technique or her intention or focus () wasn’t there. She knew the words, she’d studied and cross-examined and memorized over and over and over. Most of the exciting ones. But despite all these efforts, Cosmina never seemed to be able to get it just right. It was why, after her third disappointing try to become an Auror-in-Training,  she had failed for a third, discouraging time. She was beginning to think if there was a limit for the number of times one might try to apply, she would be the one to come nearest to it.

She scowled at the mess of cobweb in the corner, imagining it to be all the worries she could not clear from her mind. She was not typically one prone to doubt-- always feeling, somehow that no matter what, she would end up on her feet.

Well, she was not toppled yet. Swiping a stray bit of hair from her brow, she removed her wand from her apron string and with a swirl banished away the cobweb, sending it out the window. Doubts were for another day.

Roleplay: 
Option One -

Roleplay Response:
It always helped make her a little cheerful, passing through Diagon Alley before she made her way back to Manchester. It was easier to meet with old friends in the City, to feel like she was not forgotten. Besides, she had always been terrible at writing letters. They were too much like essays for her taste.

Cosmina much preferred conversation, meeting eyes and sharing smiles and escalating laughter. She had never thought before about how easy it could be to make and keep one’s friends while she had been at school. To be sure, she had her cousins and her sisters, and all of her family, but friends were something different. She felt at school she had been able to forge an identity of her own, rather than simply cheeky Cosmina with the poor ability to hold her tongue and toe the line.

And even if it was only pretend, walking through the bustling crowd gave her the feeling that she too could join them all on their way to productive lives. Eventually, she too would have somewhere to go.

Among the percussion of foot traffic and intermittent conversations which characterized the busy street, one voice called out ahead imploringly. Craning around the crowd, Cosmina caught a glimpse of the girl, who couldn’t have been much older than she-- for all her suit and professional attire proclaimed her to be accomplished. Cosmina watched in curiosity as everyone seemed intent on either ignoring the girl or indict her as a nuisance with their haughty looks and determined courses.

Feeling an almost instant solidarity for the other young woman, Cosmina decided she would approach and offer what help she could. She was unsure what opinions she could give that might be of use, but perhaps she could help interrupt the flow of traffic for her. But as she made her way over the cobblestones, her unbeknownst confederate disappeared from the crowd, suddenly.

Pushing through, Cosmina made her way to where the other girl had last been seen barking aloud, to find reporter calling after a broken heel.

Instinct leaping into action Cosmina was on the tumbling article in a thrice. It was several weaving strides between passersby before she thought to draw her wand in retrieval. Perhaps this was why her results of the Auror examination never went well. Always the one to blunder ahead before assessing the situation. Quickly summoning the fragment, (thankfully without tripping anyone-- though for all their uncaring it might have done them good to be interrupted), Cosmina turned around to return the item to its owner.

“Here you go,” she offered once she was near. “Can I help you up?”

OTHER
How did you find us? I was taking a walk and twisted my ankle just when it had started to rain. Just then a dashing new neighbor swept me up and carried me as if I weighed nothing at all. When he began to show me his pocket collection of sonnets, I was smitten.

Whoop --- math...

Edited!