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Wolff Maverick

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Character Name: wolverton marley maverick, but he only goes by wolff, his preferred nickname (He prefers to use this for everything instead of his birth name because it draws less attention to himself).
Gender: male.
Age: twenty one.
Blood Status: Pureblood, as is his family's bloodlines- there hasn't been a Mudblood and most likely never will be.

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Residence:
1. Maverick Manor, England, UK
2. Wolve Castle, Berlin, Germany


Occupation
unemployed, as of right now.

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?
the ministry, hopefully as a Hit-Wizard to help deal with criminals, he's always had a fascination for them. (As he hopes)

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 7.
  • Divination: 5.
  • Transfiguration: 10.
  • Summoning: 10.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
nope

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Edmund Lookwood, Isla Raiyne, Nolan Mortez (all pending)

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Type your response here.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
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Wolff Maverick

    (02/12/2016 at 12:02)
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Character Name: wolverton marley maverick, but he only goes by wolff, his preferred nickname (He prefers to use this for everything instead of his birth name because it draws less attention to himself).
Gender: male.
Age: twenty one.
Blood Status: Pureblood, as is his family's bloodlines- there hasn't been a Mudblood and most likely never will be.

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Residence:
1. Maverick Manor, Berlin, Germany
2. Wolve Castle, England, the UK


Occupation
unemployed, as of right now.

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?
the ministry, hopefully as a Hit-Wizard to help deal with criminals, he's always had a fascination for them. (As he hopes)

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 7.
  • Divination: 5.
  • Transfiguration: 10.
  • Summoning: 10.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
nope

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Edmund Lookwood, Isla Raiyne, Nolan Mortez

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Wolff was born into an old, well-known Germanic family; their bloodlines and origins come to and from Germany, where he was born in the family Maverick Manor. His mother, Adolff Maverick, and his mother Victorire Maverick ran what was once a small company called Broomstyx, which sold the best broomsticks in the world. Wolff himself was gifted a Firebolt Supreme on his eighth birthday.
 
Wolff was born when his mother came out of labour, which she had gone into at the lunch table. She was successfully removed to another room, and his father, a man of his word, who set up a strict schedule and ruled his household with an iron fist, retired to his bedroom to await his son to be born. It as a succesful delivery, and his only son and what would be his only child, was born, a cheerful baby with dark brown hair and rosy cheeks just like his father.
 
Although his father hoped either for him to go to Durmstrang- where he knew he would be well respected and well trained- or to Hogwarts as a Gryffindor- for his son was always brave- Wolff did not go to Durmstrang, but to Hogwarts and instead of a Gryffindor, as a Slytherin. His cleverness and mischief just outweighed anything else Gryffinndor about him. For his first two years at Hogwarts everything was going smoothly- his grades were fantastic- and although he wanted to be the Slytherin Head Boy he never made their ranks. But it all tore down when he received a letter from his Aunt Millisandra telling him his mother had been buried deep in the ground from a horrible bout of flu and that his father had followed soon afterwards.

He sunk into  horrible depression- he lost weight, he wasn't eating or talking, and his grades were decresing. It was that way until hif fourth year when he came to his senses- he knew there would be time for grieving later, so he gathered his wits and made it through the rest of his schooling.

He returned to the Maverick Manor in Germany for a while, deciding with regret to pull down his mother and father's business, and Broomstyx was no more. The manor was inhabited soon after by his Aunt Millisandra and his Uncle Paul, and Wolff moved out to leave the memories of his past behind in the Manor, where they belonged.
 
He relocated to England in the United Kingdom where he built a sprawling castle, which he named Wolve Castle, after his father, his mother, and himself. This is where he now resides.


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
One-

Wolff Maverick returned to Diagon Alley once a year, and today was the day he arrived. All had been going well- he remembered it so well that he was able to gather what he needed within a matter of minutes, except for the blasted snow and the blasted cold winds- the frostiness of their sweeps stung and nipped at his nose and cheeks, which were already tinged with red. Shuddering, he made his way toward the Leaky Cauldron, only to stop when he heard a shriek of pain from a young woman nearby- a reporter for the Daily Prophet, as it seemed. Her ankle seemed badly broken and twisted, the shoe missing from that foot. Sidestepping the crowd of people easily, he shoved through them, muttering small 'sorry's under his breath as he went.
 
He finally reached her, kneeling down to her height but jerking back when he realized who she was."Amelia? Amelia Nixon? I remember you- you were in my House!"He spluttered, then focused again. "Sorry. Your ankles broken. Brace yoursef- I'll pick you up and we can apparate to the hospital."

He waited patiently before sliding his strong arms underneath her, before swiftly standing up. She was a light as she used to be and was no trouble picking up."Hold on, Am. We'll be there soon."



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Hi Wolff!

Your application's looking great, I'd just like you to tweak your RP sample a little before we can accept you.

Firstly, you mention that Wolff recognises Amelia as being from his House. While this is just a sample, it's not mentioned there that Amelia was a Slytherin, or that she went to Hogwarts at all. Please remove these implications of a former school connection between the pair, as they assume things about a character that may not necessarily be true.

Secondly, Wolff tells Amelia that her ankle is broken. This could be considered slight powerplay -- if you could alter that to Wolff telling her "Your ankle might be broken" or something along similar lines, then this still leaves room for Amelia's player to decide for herself. Wolff also powerplays in the final paragraph of your response:

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He waited patiently before sliding his strong arms underneath her, before swiftly standing up. She was a light as she used to be and was no trouble picking up."Hold on, Am. We'll be there soon."

The underlined sentence would be considered powerplaying, as Wolff lifts up Amelia without giving the player a chance to agree. You could always attempt the action (e.g. "He attempted to slide his arms beneath her in order to pick her up") -- this again allows Amelia's player the choice to accept or not.

Once you've made these required changes to the sample, please post your entire revised application below, and we can take another look. Thanks!
I'VE GOT A BLANK SPACE BABY
AND I'LL WRITE YOUR NAME

Wolff Maverick

    (07/12/2016 at 13:28)
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: wolverton marley maverick, but he only goes by wolff, his preferred nickname (He prefers to use this for everything instead of his birth name because it draws less attention to himself).
Gender: male.
Age: twenty one.
Blood Status: Pureblood, as is his family's bloodlines- there hasn't been a Mudblood and most likely never will be.

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Residence:
1. Maverick Manor, Berlin, Germany
2. Wolve Castle, England, the UK


Occupation
unemployed, as of right now.

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?
the ministry, hopefully as a Hit-Wizard to help deal with criminals, he's always had a fascination for them. (As he hopes)

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 7.
  • Divination: 5.
  • Transfiguration: 10.
  • Summoning: 10.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
nope

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Edmund Lookwood, Isla Raiyne, Nolan Mortez

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Wolff was born into an old, well-known Germanic family; their bloodlines and origins come to and from Germany, where he was born in the family Maverick Manor. His mother, Adolff Maverick, and his mother Victorire Maverick ran what was once a small company called Broomstyx, which sold the best broomsticks in the world. Wolff himself was gifted a Firebolt Supreme on his eighth birthday.
 
Wolff was born when his mother came out of labour, which she had gone into at the lunch table. She was successfully removed to another room, and his father, a man of his word, who set up a strict schedule and ruled his household with an iron fist, retired to his bedroom to await his son to be born. It as a succesful delivery, and his only son and what would be his only child, was born, a cheerful baby with dark brown hair and rosy cheeks just like his father.
 
Although his father hoped either for him to go to Durmstrang- where he knew he would be well respected and well trained- or to Hogwarts as a Gryffindor- for his son was always brave- Wolff did not go to Durmstrang, but to Hogwarts and instead of a Gryffindor, as a Slytherin. His cleverness and mischief just outweighed anything else Gryffinndor about him. For his first two years at Hogwarts everything was going smoothly- his grades were fantastic- and although he wanted to be the Slytherin Head Boy he never made their ranks. But it all tore down when he received a letter from his Aunt Millisandra telling him his mother had been buried deep in the ground from a horrible bout of flu and that his father had followed soon afterwards.

He sunk into  horrible depression- he lost weight, he wasn't eating or talking, and his grades were decresing. It was that way until hif fourth year when he came to his senses- he knew there would be time for grieving later, so he gathered his wits and made it through the rest of his schooling.

He returned to the Maverick Manor in Germany for a while, deciding with regret to pull down his mother and father's business, and Broomstyx was no more. The manor was inhabited soon after by his Aunt Millisandra and his Uncle Paul, and Wolff moved out to leave the memories of his past behind in the Manor, where they belonged.
 
He relocated to England in the United Kingdom where he built a sprawling castle, which he named Wolve Castle, after his father, his mother, and himself. This is where he now resides.


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
One-

Wolff Maverick returned to Diagon Alley once a year, and today was the day he arrived. All had been going well- he remembered it so well that he was able to gather what he needed within a matter of minutes, except for the blasted snow and the blasted cold winds- the frostiness of their sweeps stung and nipped at his nose and cheeks, which were already tinged with red. Shuddering, he made his way toward the Leaky Cauldron, only to stop when he heard a shriek of pain from a young woman nearby- a reporter for the Daily Prophet, as it seemed. Her heel seemed badly broken and twisted, the shoe missing from that foot. Sidestepping the crowd of people easily, he shoved through them, muttering small 'sorry's under his breath as he went.
 
He finally reached her, kneeling down to her height. His eyes roved over her body before spotting her broken heel. Looking away he met her eyes. "Would you mind if I picked you up? That way, we can apparate to St. Mungo's and get that heel looked after."



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Thank you so much for the alterations to your roleplay response. I realize that there might be some confusion with what had been intended with the roleplay sample thread, which has affected your response. Apologies for the confusion!

It was the heel of Amelia Nixon's shoe that caught between stones which caused the woman to fall. Now she might actually be hurt, slightly scraped up, or perfectly fine save for the embarrassment, so definitely convey however much concern as you would like! But there won't be any obvious signs of a 'broken heel', save for the messed up shoe within arms reach.

If you could alter your response just slightly again in your next submission of the app, we will be sure to get everything taken care of :)


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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: wolverton marley maverick, but he only goes by wolff, his preferred nickname (He prefers to use this for everything instead of his birth name because it draws less attention to himself).
Gender: male.
Age: twenty one.
Blood Status: Pureblood, as is his family's bloodlines- there hasn't been a Mudblood and most likely never will be.

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Residence:
1. Maverick Manor, Berlin, Germany
2. Wolve Castle, England, the UK


Occupation
unemployed, as of right now.

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?
the ministry, hopefully as a Hit-Wizard to help deal with criminals, he's always had a fascination for them. (As he hopes)

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 7.
  • Divination: 5.
  • Transfiguration: 10.
  • Summoning: 10.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
nope

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Edmund Lookwood, Isla Raiyne, Nolan Mortez

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Wolff was born into an old, well-known Germanic family; their bloodlines and origins come to and from Germany, where he was born in the family Maverick Manor. His mother, Adolff Maverick, and his mother Victorire Maverick ran what was once a small company called Broomstyx, which sold the best broomsticks in the world. Wolff himself was gifted a Firebolt Supreme on his eighth birthday.
 
Wolff was born when his mother came out of labour, which she had gone into at the lunch table. She was successfully removed to another room, and his father, a man of his word, who set up a strict schedule and ruled his household with an iron fist, retired to his bedroom to await his son to be born. It as a succesful delivery, and his only son and what would be his only child, was born, a cheerful baby with dark brown hair and rosy cheeks just like his father.
 
Although his father hoped either for him to go to Durmstrang- where he knew he would be well respected and well trained- or to Hogwarts as a Gryffindor- for his son was always brave- Wolff did not go to Durmstrang, but to Hogwarts and instead of a Gryffindor, as a Slytherin. His cleverness and mischief just outweighed anything else Gryffinndor about him. For his first two years at Hogwarts everything was going smoothly- his grades were fantastic- and although he wanted to be the Slytherin Head Boy he never made their ranks. But it all tore down when he received a letter from his Aunt Millisandra telling him his mother had been buried deep in the ground from a horrible bout of flu and that his father had followed soon afterwards.

He sunk into  horrible depression- he lost weight, he wasn't eating or talking, and his grades were decresing. It was that way until hif fourth year when he came to his senses- he knew there would be time for grieving later, so he gathered his wits and made it through the rest of his schooling.

He returned to the Maverick Manor in Germany for a while, deciding with regret to pull down his mother and father's business, and Broomstyx was no more. The manor was inhabited soon after by his Aunt Millisandra and his Uncle Paul, and Wolff moved out to leave the memories of his past behind in the Manor, where they belonged.
 
He relocated to England in the United Kingdom where he built a sprawling castle, which he named Wolve Castle, after his father, his mother, and himself. This is where he now resides.


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
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Wolff Maverick returned to Diagon Alley once a year, and today was the day he arrived. All had been going well- he remembered it so well that he was able to gather what he needed within a matter of minutes, except for the blasted snow and the blasted cold winds- the frostiness of their sweeps stung and nipped at his nose and cheeks, which were already tinged with red. Shuddering, he made his way toward the Leaky Cauldron, only to stop when he heard a shriek of pain from a young woman nearby- a reporter for the Daily Prophet, as it seemed. Her heel seemed badly broken and twisted, the shoe missing from that foot. Sidestepping the crowd of people easily, he shoved through them, muttering small 'sorry's under his breath as he went.
 
He finally reached her, kneeling down to her height. His eyes roved over her body before spotting her heel and the messed up shoe within arm's reach. Looking away he met her eyes. "Would you mind if I picked you up? That way, we can apparate to St. Mungo's and get that heel looked after. Would you like your shoe, as well?"



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