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Archived Applications / Livia Thatcher
« on: 01/04/2018 at 01:50 »
Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Livia Charlotte Regina Thatcher-Hatfeather
Birthday: 18 Nov 1937
Hometown: Oxford (formerly Boston)
Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration
Year (pick two): 5th, 4th
Biography:
Livia moved around her room, pulling out drawers and peering under the furniture for any last items she might have overlooked. She found nothing, of course. She had only been occupying this room for about a month and hadn’t really had time to settle in. But none of her moves had really taken much time to pack, really. Not the last one, from her father’s rented flat in Boston near the Salem Institute, or any of the constant yearly moves between Ilvermorny and wherever they were spending the summer holidays. The rhythm of her life for years now had been set by the Ilvermorny school calendar. Summers were changeable, sometimes spent with family in Boston or Cornwall, sometimes in a rented cottage on a beach or lake somewhere. But always back to her mother’s professorial suite at Ilvermorny for a week or two before the school year started and then another shift to her assigned dormitory. Last year had been a nice change of pace.
When her father had appeared at the end of her third year at Ilvermorny and announced that he had taken a leave of absence from Oxford to take a temporary position at the Salem Institute, she had immediately opted to move in with him in Boston. It had been awkward at first, since they had never spent more than a few weeks under the same roof before, but they had gotten into a sort of cozy rhythm eventually. Cozy enough that when it came time for her fourth year at school, she had begged her mother to let her stay in Boston and attend school as a day student. Her mother had seemed surprised at that request, and maybe a little hurt, but had immediately acquiesced. She hadn’t even made Livvy trot out her list of reasons, for which Livvy was eternally grateful.
Livvy knew her mom was aware of her social issues and the bullies, but it still hurt to have to talk about it. She could have had her mom take care of the problem when it started (her very first day) but even at age eleven, she knew that having an adult step in to fight her battles would have only made the problem worse. It had seemed easier at the time to just ignore it and eventually stop trying to be friendly with them.
So that was the reason she was currently in Oxford, packing everything up all over again. When her father’s term had ended at Salem, Livvy had called a family meeting and announced that she was absolutely NOT going back to boarding at Ilvermorny. After a bit of a tiff with her mother, her parents had actually gotten together to talk (without shouting, to her surprise) and come up with a second option: she could move to Oxford with her father, but she would have to enroll at Hogwarts. She had agreed to this immediately, before even hearing all the terms of the deal. There was nothing that would make her want to go back to Ilvermorny, but she had not been pleased to hear the rest of the deal. She was required to board full time at Hogwarts AND they wanted her to attend the summer camp for students.
So here she was, packing up her trunk to head off to wherever this camp was to do whatever it was that you did at a camp. She had been assured that there were cabins, not tents, and that both her parents had enjoyed it. She had a hard time imagining her parents enjoying anything together, but they must have at least tolerated each other at some point since they had chosen to get married.
Livvy snapped the latches on her trunk closed and tried to arrange her face into a confident smile. She could do this. None of these kids knew anything about her. She could be anyone she wanted. She would be funny, entertaining, sweet, and never lose her temper. She had been practicing her American accent the whole month they had been here. It was hard to keep it up when she was in England, but she would do it. She was going to be the cool new American student, and she was going to make friends.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request: Sort me!
Personality:
Livia is a person of extremes. Her moods have no content, serene baseline. She can swing from elation to despair at the drop of a hat, with little provocation. She also has a very quick temper (and is tired of hearing it attributed to her red hair) but with age is finally learning how to control it. In general she is pretty good at keeping her ever-changing emotions internal, but is not always good at thinking before she speaks.
She desires truth and justice for herself and those around her more than anything else. She finds it almost physically painful to let something go if it feels wrong, but has learned to keep her mouth shut more often to stay out of trouble.
She is fiercely loyal to those she loves, but is always just as critical of their motives and actions as anyone else. She feels that she should hold friends and family to an even higher standard than anyone else, which they never seem to fully appreciate. As a consequence of this, she has very few friends and no close friends at all right now. She feels this lack keenly and longs for more connection with those around her, but isn't sure how to make it happen. When she does have friends, they usually find her to be a little high maintenance. Because she craves connection so much, she constantly doubts their intentions and perceives any lack of attention as an intentional slight. She needs lots of reassurance that people do care for her, and often people do not adequately provide that for her.
Her tumultuous inner self causes her to be quite sensitive, and she is easily hurt. Because she can be so harsh and judgmental when something has roused her sense of justice, those around her usually do not realize how sensitive she is to their words. Even her parents usually don't realize when they've hurt her, and often attribute her sudden mood swings to teenage hormones.
As far as school goes, she enjoys learning, but hates schoolwork. If she had her way, all her classes would be independent studies on topics of her choosing. She can be passionate about what's being taught in class if it aligns with her interests, but she views any homework and assignments as pointless busywork. Her grades generally reflect her enthusiasm about the subject matter being taught, rather than her mastery of it.
Appearance:
Livia is tall for her age at around 5'7", and quite thin and lanky. Her former classmates' favorite nickname for her was "beanpole". She has long coppery-red hair and pale blue eyes. She attempts to remedy her pale, freckly complexion with make-up, but she doesn't really have the knack of it yet and her mother has banned her from wearing it in school. She hopes to one day finally get some "womanly curves" but given her mother's similar slim figure even at age 40, she should probably give up on that one.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.
Option I:
The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.
A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.
The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.
Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.
Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.
If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.
Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.
"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.
"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"
The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.
Livvy crept along the corridor, tapping lightly on the stones of the corridor wall.
She had been down in the dungeons a few times already, for their Potions lessons, but it was impossible to do any real investigating with packs of students hurrying to and fro. Plus, there was probably some sort of spell keeping the swimming pool hidden.
The very first time she had heard someone mention the dungeon swimming pool, she knew she had to find it. No one had been specific about where it might be, however, and even though she “got lost” on the way to Potions class and took a long ramble through the dungeons, it hadn’t shown itself. She was determined to be the one to find it and throw an awesome pool party, so she persisted.
When none of her sneaky revealing spells had worked, she knew what the next step was. In a Muggle mystery novel she had read, they found a hidden room by tapping on the wall to find a hollow spot. She was pretty sure she’d instantly be branded a weirdo if she just went about the castle banging on walls, so obviously she had to wait until night to try. So that was how she found herself tapping down the creepy corridors of the dungeons in the dark.
She raised her hand for the next tap and then froze. What was that sound? A voice? A ghost?! Another sound came echoing out of the darkness.
"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?”
Livvy nearly laughed in relief, but managed to control herself. It was just some kid, not an angry ghost. Ghosts said things like “boo!” not “is Emma Birch here”. She directed her lit wand-tip down the corridor and peered into the gloom as she answered.
“Who's Emma Birch?”
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