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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Danny O'Mally
« on: 13/02/2023 at 05:34 »
Accepted

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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Daisy Flickinger - elsewhere teen
« on: 13/02/2023 at 05:30 »
Accepted!

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Accepted!

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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Nicola Mia Gianna Caruso
« on: 13/02/2023 at 05:12 »
Accepted

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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Arcelia Hunt
« on: 13/02/2023 at 05:10 »
Accepted!

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Archived Applications / Re: Hee-soo Ahn || Adult
« on: 13/02/2023 at 05:06 »
Hello Hee-soo!

Since you were previously accepted as a Hogwarts Student, you do not need to re-apply to move to Elsewhere. I have adjusted your title, and you can request a re-adjustment of your levels by looking at our Hogwarts Drop Out levels request in Elsewhere.

Otherwise, feel free to start posting/threading in Elsewhere. Simply abide by your current magical levels until they are updated.

- S. Renn

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Archived Applications / Re: MikeVTrechen
« on: 09/04/2021 at 02:24 »
Hello, Mike!

Welcome to Hogwarts-school.net! Thank you for your application, we just have a few things that need to be edited/clarified before we can get you accepted.

1. Birthday: Should be his whole birthday OR if you would like to keep the birthyear blank for now (since it could change depending on if he was accepted for first or second year), please put the DAY-MONTH.

2. Biography: While Mike may have been an orphan, any child would struggle to survive completely alone. Perhaps he was in a Muggle orphanage and slipped out occasionally to steal some sweets or lived with a ragtag bunch, but it is unrealistic to have him raising himself from childhood without some sort of guidance. Perhaps you meant to imply this, but it would help to write this into his biography to clarify some of his past.

As well, you note:
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This lead him to a life of crime in London and Mike started to have street smarts. It turned out that he was very good at beating people up and then he learned that he could do magic one fateful day.

While characters are allowed to have darker or morally grey pasts, please ensure you keep our Site Rating in mind if you wish to continue with this history. We do not allow excessive violence or power-playing of any kind towards other players (unless given permission). As mentioned in our Posting Guidelines
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IC 'fights', duels, or pranks are allowed only with prior permission from an administrator.
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You are not allowed to find a dead body, or kill/maim another character without pre-approval from Admin.

Just to be aware of how detailed you can get in threads, and if there is any fighting that goes beyond implying a mild scuffle, it needs to be reviewed and approved by our admin team.

3. Personality: You've given a very simple description, but think about how you might be able to elaborate on why Mike sees himself as an 'evil boy' but is always able to get what he wants. Why does he feel this way? How does he get his way? Through coercion? Threatening? What happens when someone doesn't do what he wants? Given he is only 11-12 right now, how does he view or treat adults who would be able to ignore his wishes? While this is an optional section, this is a great opportunity to tell us more about Mike!

4. Appearance: As per our Character Creation Guidelines
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All applicants should be human in race, and should possess character features (ex: hair color, eye color) typically found in nature.
Please edit Mike's eye-colour from red to a natural colour.

5. Sample Roleplay: In your role-play, you decide that Mike catches the rat, which would be considered power-playing as outlined in our Posting Guidelines

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You may control only your character. You cannot post that someone’s character did something or said something without having that player's permission beforehand.
If a pet is owned by another character, they are considered played solely by that character.

Instead, we suggest writing "attempts" such as editing it that Mike tries to catch the rat, without writing the result. If this was a real thread, Hugo would then be able to reply with if you were successful in catching his rat or not!

Once you've revised these points, please re-post your entire application and we'll take a look at it again! If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to PM me directly and I can clarify!

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Archived Applications / Sylvia Renn | Sonomancy
« on: 14/12/2020 at 00:52 »

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Sylvia Rose Renn

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Elsie Märchen, Lynn Basile, Artemis Foxe, Austin Nadeau, Avery Elliot

Character age: 26 (will turn 27 shortly after '61 term starts)

Character education: Hogwarts - Hufflepuff, Head Girl, Class of ‘52

Strength and weaknesses (details please):

Sylvia was always built for ballrooms.

She was taught to be quiet and observant, attuned to those around her. She would typically use this to her advantage in socialite gatherings, able to please others easily with her compliments and bright personality. However, in her attempts to predict people’s intentions, Sylvia often gets caught up in her own judgements and can misinterpret situations entirely in an effort to understand them.

While eager to keep a semblance of harmony, Sylvia is fiercely loyal to those she has grown close to, which has extended firmly past her family’s small borders. As such, this facade intricately crafted from years in Pureblood society can come across as haughty and cold to those caught in the eye of one who has grown wary of anyone who would tear her loved ones down. It has also led to her stubbornness of both opinion and decision, quick to deem someone unworthy and she exhibits passive-aggressive behaviour when letting it be known.

In more recent years, Sylvia has learned to have patience with others, having taught for years in France and showing young women how to become leaders within their households. She is encouraging to students, always challenging them to push past what they believe possible, and not just in the realm of their musical talent.

Sylvia prides herself on being extremely well organized, managing her own career as a Curriculum Coordinator at L'école Enchantons and assisting Dorian with managing their estate during their marriage. Taking a page from her own lessons, Sylvia looks to expand her horizons and apply as a professor at Hogwarts.

It’s all about learning a new dance.

Physical description:

Sylvia is fairly short at 5’ 2”, with blonde hair that has darkened as she has grown older to a more golden-brown hue. Her vivid blue eyes remain unchanged if a bit more tired since she last saw Hogwarts with them. Her freckles are most prominent in September upon returning from summers spent outside on her terrace and in the parks of France, small constellations across the bridge of her nose and forehead.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):

If she had to pick only one word to describe herself as, it would be refined. Despite the changes in her life over the last several years and with some relaxation around the term, Sylvia still considers her to be a young lady committed to coming across as polite and ‘upper-class’. While no longer quite the pride of her family as she was, Sylvia remains a Renn and holds her head up appropriately, greeting politely, curtsying neatly, and only talking badly when the subject is not present.

In the classroom, Sylvia’s walls seem to shake, she smiles more as she interacts with students and listens with less judgement. For once, she actively encourages wrong answers, looking for discussion before correcting. She strives for understanding in her classrooms, even around her discipline, being firm but fair to all.

Sylvia can be reserved but much like when she was younger, when she has grown comfortable, there is a brightness in her countenance just looking for a place to shine.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:

Most of Sylvia’s life has been decided by everyone else but her. It comes with the territory of being a Renn child. The trade-off of protection by the Renn name in return for utmost loyalty to their ways and decisions. For a long time, it never felt like a burden to bear when she couldn’t imagine life otherwise.

When arranged into a marriage with Dorian Fortnum, it seemed to be a continuation of the best possible case given her situation, and once more, was just another thing she accepted as part of her role. One boy slowly growing wet in the rain as he handed back a chipped umbrella would not be her downfall.

Maybe it was France, then. With her small collection of students and large collection of teapots they gifted her, Sylvia did not fall in love with France. She fell in love with who she could be there, away from the judgemental eye of her parents and the stifling expectations of running a household.

She fought to stay in France with the same dedication that she fought for her hardingfele back in third year and to stay on the Quidditch team after repeated injuries. With the type of ferocity she should have fought for a lot of things that she knew made her happier, but had always been tempered by her loyalty to her family’s desires.

It gave her a taste of how it felt to be the daughter they didn’t fully approve of, showing what it meant to be an adult outside of the sphere of Pureblood society and what it meant to be Sylvia, without the weight of Renn or Fortnum attached to her. As her parents continued to quietly disapprove but were unwilling to lose another of their children by outright disowning her as they did her elder sister, Sylvia grew more emboldened to her commitment to these small freedoms.

Teaching at L'école Enchantons, Sylvia has always imagined what it would be like to stand in the same classrooms she had loved in Hogwarts, beside some of the professors she’d admired so greatly. Perhaps even beside some of the people she had once walked through these halls with as students.

Though she’s the Curriculum Coordinator at L'école Enchantons, there are certain expectations she has to abide by as a leader in the finishing school, still rooted in traditionalist beliefs and the ‘proper roles’ in society. It dictates who can take her classes and the content she is allowed to teach, all to ensure the women who leave the halls are ‘proper ladies’ about to embark in the tangled webs of Pureblood society where they still fight for an equal place.

After having up-ended so much of her life in the past year, Sylvia now is looking to come home, by her own choice, and teach the class she’s wished she could for the past five years.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):
[allusions to Dorian made with permission from original player <3]

The question has always been, where to start, hasn’t it?

Perhaps the best starting point would be her childhood, filled with lavish toys and sporadic magic. The warmth of her family that loved their youngest addition even as she was carefully moulded into the daughter that was fit for a family of their reputation. Sweet and playful, but not obnoxious or ignorant. Kind and giving, but understood the hierarchy of society. Hard-working but effortlessly so. Ambitious, but loyal to her family.

It would be a fitting beginning, but Sylvia never really felt that it was where her life started.

It could have been at Hogwarts, stone hallways that echoed with the voices of hundreds and magic that ran more ancient than her family could ever claim. Where she found friends who challenged her world. Professors taught her theory and spells and two Ravenclaws taught her everything else.

Friendship without ulterior motives, love without conditions, family of choice, bonded by experience. They became her greatest source of strength and in turn, one of her great weaknesses. Threads twisted into her veins to hold all her seams together.

And her family asked her to choose.

Sylvia watched two birds fly away from her after that Christmas, dragging with them pieces of her heart until there were only the frayed edges of the promises they never kept and the biggest one she broke.

The echoes of what could have been was the only thing Sylvia could see in their eyes. Shades of autumn leaves, coffee with milk, sunlight through a forest, they were everywhere and likely because Sylvia never stopped looking for them.

She wished she could have given them anything else, but all they wanted was her, honest and scared and wildly free. And, she couldn’t give them that at all.

So maybe it started with graduation. Out into the real world. When she was married, running an estate, falling into exactly where she was supposed to be as a Pureblood lady.

These all sound fitting for the Sylvia who graduated with honours, a Head Girl badge, and a broken heart, married to a gentle husband with a prestigious name and beautiful gardens. Only that she was defined as the wife of Dorian, the Head Girl of 1952, the Hufflepuff, the child of the Renn family. Sylvia wasn’t really sure if that was who she wanted to be known for anymore.

It had actually all started on that cold Christmas morning in 1959, when she cried in their study, watching the ledger she filled with her neat script bleed and make a mess of her work. The galleons poured into charity galas, gifts for weddings they couldn’t attend, babies they’d never met. The countless hours poured into all these things not worth anything at all. The time she’d continue to let slip between her fingers until she was left nothing to hold onto.

Dorian had leaned against her back, his arms warm and solid around her as he rested his chin on her head, and asked what she wanted to do.

“Just not this,” she had whispered, covering her face as if in hiding the tears she’d also hide her shame. He knew she didn’t mean the accounting and he was quiet for a moment, rocking them back and forth.

It started when Dorian said with a soft smile, pulling her hands away from her face to kiss her thumb, “Then you don’t have to.”

They kept it quiet and cordial, sorting out their finances side-by-side and filling out paperwork that their parents couldn’t understand. Just a difference of opinion and interest, they wrote on paper, though it couldn’t be further from the truth. They had never done anything without being in complete agreement and this, as bittersweet as it was, was exactly the same.

Everything that had been hers before they married, became theirs and then left as his. She kept the funds she’d earned as a teacher at the school and politely refused her parents’ expectation she’d return to the Renn Estate upon separation. She knew the intention was to keep an eye on her and find her a new partner, rather than for her own benefit.

She made sure the House Elves knew the gardening schedule and reminded Dorian to rest when he worked too hard. She left all the things they’d collected over the years to fill the empty corners of the estate they grew together, polishing them by hand just to memorize the feel of porcelain, gold, and heavy oak underneath her fingertips.

Sylvia left notes tucked away inside books in their library, in the corner of his desk, drawers they rarely opened, one carefully placed behind a mirror should he ever decide to redecorate. On the paper she’d made by pressing flowers from their garden into the pulp, grainy and uneven, she reminded him to smile, to relax his shoulders, to take deep breaths. To call her, to come over for tea, to not worry about her.

Before she Dis-Apparated from their porch into her small studio apartment in France, Sylvia held Dorian’s hands tightly in her own. “You’ll write? And you’ll come visit sometime?” he asked with a little furrow in his brow.

“Of course,” Sylvia promised, the easiest promise she’d ever made in her life because of the weightlessness of her heart to swear it. “And you’ll come for tea? You can spend every holiday with me.”

Dorian laughed because he couldn’t promise the same and they both knew it. He hugged her until she was breathless, and when they parted, they both looked at each other and said, “I love you.”

Perhaps it wasn’t the kind that was meant for a couple, but it was the kind that was for them. A kind that Sylvia never felt hesitant to declare, the same way she loved Icarus and the young women she taught. Dorian taught her acceptance and a gentle, unbidden affection, and then pushed her to love herself a little more fiercely.

That … that was when it all began.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only one of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

Sylva had not imagined a lot of things in her life going the way they had. She did not imagine being sorted into Hufflepuff, with her winged brothers and sister curious as to why she did not join their flock. She did not imagine playing Quidditch, the wind on her face and the tilt of a broom underneath her. She could have never imagined Adrian Alric or Icarus Argabright.

She also never imagined being late for an interview with Professor Ivanova, but if Sylvia had learned anything in the past twenty-six years: there was a first time for everything. Including getting mardi and mercredi mixed up, even with her years of fluency. Perhaps it was the more recent back-and-forth she had been doing between Britain and France, thoughts becoming an odd mix of the two languages that she felt more than understood in perfect form.

Sylvia had been seated at her desk in France, rehearsing a piece she had planned for Professor Ivanova. She had been wondering how happiness could be so simply understood, yet so difficult to define. When Weigela sprung from the notes that drifted through the air, her pale blue barely visible in the daylight, she’d asked Weigela what she thought of happiness. Her Patronus didn’t have much to say in the tilt of her small head, perched on the end of her hardingfele tuning pegs.

“Could you be made from hope alone?” she asked aloud, continuing to play and shifting the tune so Weigela took flight, looping around the wrought iron rails of her balcony before turning back. If one’s happiest memory was not enough to produce a Patronus, could hope be? Was the happiness produced from dreams not as real as the one pulled from the past?

If played in a duet, could a Patronus be spurred from both? Was it a quantity measured in some magical form?

Ah, Icarus would know the answer to this.

Dropping her hands, Weigela disappearing in the same motion, she looked at her calendar to check when she would expect to see Icarus next, before freezing when her eyes landed on the circled date. Sylvia’s eyes widened, quickly recounting the date and was already grabbing a shawl as she raced down to the complex’s shared Floo.

“Hogwarts!” she yelled the moment the fire turned green, stepping in.

It was tempting to burst straight into Professor Ivanova’s office the moment the clock struck 2:07 PM but Sylvia took a gulping breath to calm her racing heart. Another, to calm her nerves. And one more, just for good luck. When she opened the door, the Professor turned on her heel and levelled a stare that Sylvia had never seen from the Headmistress. At least, not directed at her.

“I am,” Sylvia replied evenly, realizing when she went to curtsy that one of her hands still held her hardingfele and bow. She settled for a one-handed dip at the door before entering. “I will not presume that my excuses would be worth listening to, though I assure you lateness is not a tendency of mine now just as it was not while I attended this institution.”

Walking forward, Sylvia straightened her shoulders and raised her bow, smiling at the Headmistress with a bright gleam in her blue eyes. “If you will still grant me the honour of interviewing for professor, Headmistress, I do believe I have something more valuable to listen to.”



In addition to posting a completed application in this forum, we also ask that you submit a PM to Anneka Ivanova with details of your class and with the lesson plans for that class (include at least a minimum of 4 lessons). Also, please be sure to check the Available Positions thread located in this forum to make sure the class you want is available before applying.
PM following shortly after this!

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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Emma Jones
« on: 23/06/2019 at 02:46 »
Hello, Lilith!

Your revisions are coming along well, there are just a couple more things before we can accept your app!

Your biography is your chance to describe how Lilith's history has been up until this point and how Lilith has felt about it! You've touched on a lot of events that have happened, but think about how Lilith felt during them as well and how those events helped shape who she is today!

As well, your RP sample needs a few tweaks. While you are now actively responding to the prompt, you have made it sound as if Lilith does not know Janey personally - which would also mean she shouldn't know Janey's name yet! And, though this is just a prompt, we do want you to treat it like a real post you would find on the boards, meaning that to have Lilith leave the park does not give "Janey" anything to reply to!

When re-writing your RP sample, try to picture the world from Lilith's point of view, as you reflected on how she thought about Janey being harsh. How does Lilith respond to Janey saying "...Do you want to play?" to her? Does she want to participate in the same games? How does she feel about someone unknown approaching her?

Keep in mind the RP sample is meant to be responded to, so keep your ending open to offer something for the other writer!

Once you've completed these changes, please post your entire revised applications below and we'll take another look! If you have any questions, feel free to reach out to any of the administrators or me!

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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Rosemary Wolffe || child
« on: 23/06/2019 at 02:36 »
Accepted!

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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Johnny Kazama
« on: 23/06/2019 at 02:31 »
Accepted!

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Accepted!

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Accepted!

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Accepted!

Note: We have both Salem and Ilvernmorny here, so you're welcome to choose whichever one you'd rather he attended!

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Accepted!

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Suggestions & Questions / Re: Typos!
« on: 30/04/2019 at 15:53 »
Edited!

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Accepted!

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Archived Applications / Re: Kaguya Märchen
« on: 23/04/2019 at 02:53 »
Dear Miss Märchen,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins on 1 May. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.


Yours sincerely,

Deputy Headmistress

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Dear Mr. Märchen,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins on 1 May. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.


Yours sincerely,

Deputy Headmistress

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Archived Applications / Re: Vanya Volkov
« on: 23/04/2019 at 02:47 »
Hello, Vanya --

Welcome to the site! Your application is looking great, I just wanted to clarify a couple of things. In your bio you wrote:

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It took them years to reach any sort of understanding, and even now, their relationship is a...unique one, comprised mostly of Vanya making snarky jabs and Evgenia scolding her. Still, though, they do love each other deep down, and Devora has been trying for a long time to find an institute that could help Vanya hone her unusual abilities. Up until Vanya's preteen years, Evgenia was just homeschooling her, and, being a muggle herself, she couldn't cater to everything that Vanya needed.

It was by pure, miraculous chance that Evgenia happened to find herself involved with a wizard. The traveler, Stanford Windmire, grew close to Evgenia through a year of courtship, and as soon as she confided in him what Vanya could do, he knew that she was a witch. It was only due to his advice that Evgenia moved with Vanya to England, where they currently live, and with his aid, they enrolled Vanya as a fourth year incoming student.

In this portion, did you mean Devora the aunt, or her mother Evgenia? I was just a bit confused since in your RP sample you mentioned 'her aunt's boyfriend' which made me think you meant Devora in this portion. If you could clarify this and repost your Biography portion below (no need to repost your entire application), I can review it again!

If you have any questions, feel free to message me! Thanks!

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