Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Benjamin 'Benny' Crimbleton.

Gender: Male.

Age: 15.

Bloodline: Pureblood.

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
- Camilla Crimbleton (née Aleto), Mother. (NPC)
- Dalton Crimbleton, Father. (NPC)
- Amarantha Crimbleton, Grandmother. (Parent Account, real character.)

Residence:
Argyllshire, Scotland.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
N/A.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
This character is apart of the Crimbleton Family and a descendant of Amarantha Crimbleton, the family's head.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Amarantha Crimbleton.

Biography:
Born to Camilla and Dalton Crimbleton at the family’s manor in Argyllshire, Scotland, Benjamin is a young wizarding Pureblood who currently attends the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts in Great Britain. He is a proud young man and the heir to the Crimbleton Fortune, a massive sum of money that Amarantha Crimbleton currently holds as the Family’s Head and Primary Matriarch.

Benjamin attended the Charm School as a young child and transferred into the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts at age eleven due to his exceptional interest in becoming a thespian and actor in his more senior years. Currently invested in his studies there, he has considered transferring to Hogwarts in order to receive a more comprehensive education on wizarding in order to uphold his family’s tradition.

Besides theatre, Benjamin is invested in learning how to paint, sing, dance and host a radio program on the Wizarding Wireless Network, like his grandmother, Amarantha.


Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
There stood Benjamin, right in the middle of Godric Park, shouting lines for an upcoming production of "The Gremlin & Me" - Benjamin was appropriately playing the Gremlin and memorizing his lines as urgently as possible. His olive green hoodie was pulled over his head, and one of his hands was in his pocket to fight the growing cold of night.

The show was nearly three weeks away and he hardly knew half the script yet. If he were to impress his instructors he'd need to know the lines by tomorrow morning at the very latest. He struggled, shouting them loudly over all the distractions that filled the Park.

He didn't seem to notice the little girl calling him at first, deeply vested in the script. He jumped at the sharpness of her voice though, looking over quickly.

"I-.." He blinked, looking at her. Maybe she could help him with his lines?

"Do you want to play?" She'd ask.

He nodded quickly, offering her the script. "Do you see the lines that say 'Marie-Anne'?" He asked curiously, "Could you read those for me?" He smiled gingerly, hoping to coax her for just a split second and allowing him to work on his lines with a partner.

"We can play hide-and-go-seek once we get through the script at least once?" He smiled sheepishly, hoping she'd comply.