Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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Magical Strengths: Charms

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Cordelia Ella Langley

Birthday: September 18, 1959

Hometown: Bath, Somerset

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Defense Against the Dark Arts

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): First Year / Second Year

Biography:

The earliest memory Cordelia can recall is one of hatred.

A mother's hatred. Her mother despises her, and Cordelia knows it with a certainty that belies her young age. It's not an intentional, cruel kind of hatred, but the kind that is born from something unwanted, something utterly damning.

Her mother tries, she knows. She has seen it in the way her mother attempts affection, tries to be maternal, yet cannot quite seem to connect. The gestures are there, but the warmth is absent, replaced by a cold, almost mechanical approach to motherhood.

Cordelia understands why. She, herself, is the thing that has damned her mother. The final binding piece toward a marriage undesired. A child, born out of obligation rather than love, tethering her mother to a life she never wanted.

Despite her young age, Cordelia grasps the complexity of her family's dynamics. She sees the strain in her parents' interactions, the unspoken resentment that hangs heavy in the air. Her existence, she realizes, is a constant reminder of the life her mother feels trapped in, the dreams she had to abandon.

So, she stays out of the way, more to be seen than truly acknowledged. Perfectly poised, with a lovely smile, but silent, only speaking when spoken to. It's a delicate art she begins to learn, amidst etiquette and various other lessons for a young lady of fine magical pedigree such as she is.

Her silence lends one small advantage, however. She is easily forgotten when not required for appearances. In the grand halls and lavish parlors of her family's estate, Cordelia becomes a ghost, a silent observer who blends into the background.

And people talk when they are comfortable, when they believe no one is listening.

She learns that the Langleys, her paternal side, are not one of the oldest nor wealthiest of pureblood families in Britain. They are new money, their wealth and status acquired through shrewd business dealings and strategic alliances. But what they lack in history, they make up for in ambition and cunning.

Cordelia listens, absorbing the whispered conversations and veiled remarks. She learns of her family's machinations, the web of influence they seek to weave through the magical world. The Langleys are determined to rise, to cement their place among the elite, and they are not above using whatever means necessary to achieve their goals.

As she grows older, Cordelia begins to understand the expectations placed upon her. As a daughter of the Langley family, she is a pawn in their grand scheme, a piece to be moved and manipulated for their benefit. Her future, she realizes, is not her own to shape, but rather a path predetermined by the ambitions of her family.

On her 11th birthday, as she holds her Hogwarts letter, Cordelia feels a glimmer of hope that things might change. The letter represents a chance to escape the suffocating expectations of her family and forge her own path.

Cordelia dreams of a life beyond her family's ambitions, picturing herself learning magic and forming genuine friendships at Hogwarts. However, she knows that her hopes are fragile, as her family's expectations will follow her even to the school.

But perhaps some things are just worth fighting for. Even with the risk.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Slytherin

Personality:
Cordelia is a curious, perceptive girl who loves learning but feels stifled by her family's expectations. She longs to explore her own interests and find her true purpose, despite the challenges she faces in her restrictive pureblood upbringing.

Appearance:
N/A.

→ RETURNING STUDENTS.
Note: This section is only for students who have been previously played at Hogwarts. Please see here for more information about Castle Dropouts levels/how many levels you are eligible to claim.

Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application):

Number of New Levels Requested:

New Levels Request:

How your character kept up with their studies: Whether your character was still at Hogwarts or left school entirely for a while, tell us how they were able to keep up with their studies and learn about magic, which would allow their levels to keep increasing.

→ 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.

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Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Roleplay Response:

Quite truthfully, Cordelia hadn't even seen the older boy until she heard the sound of a familiar, albeit nasal voice - familiar in the sense of the tone, but otherwise, nothing else. She paused upon the clear address of her, a newly checked-out book from the school library tucked protectively against her chest by crossed arms - she had simply been attempting to find a quiet place to settle down and try her latest book pickup. But clearly, that would not be happening until whatever this situation was, was remedied.

Though yes, there very much was an option to turn on her heel and leave, having no obligation to stay and ask the boy what the matter was, but that was not in good character. Not at all. "Just as it is not polite to disturb the flowers and their beds," She purposefully neglects to mention she had not witnessed such an act, even if there was evidence to suggest as such - best not to give him any leverage, in any case. Many things could be simply fixed or repaired with magic, but it was the principle that mattered. Who's to say someone's hard work did not go into those flowers? "So, I suppose we're both not being entirely polite today," she adds, not to be impertinent, but rather, more matter-of-factly. In a sense, it was true, after all.

"But please, forgive my impropriety, I am Cordelia Langley," she offered, giving a slight tilt of her head in acknowledgment. "If I may ask, what seems to be the cause of your..." She almost used the word 'distress', but decided against it - if he were the prickly type, best not to set him off. "Predicament?" she continued, neutrally.

Cordelia knew that there was a chance an older student like him might be put out by the mere insinuation to confide in such a younger student. Despite that, she thought it was always best to give things a try. You never know.



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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Drogo Vexius

Birthday: April 2nd 1960

Hometown: Fort Augustus, Scotland

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): 1-2

Biography: With a bloodline that was sorted into Slytherin for generations, Drogo Vexius had a lot of pressure on their shoulders. Both his mother and father were duelists, while his grandparents were Broom Racers! This went on, back and forth every generation, at least this is what he was told by their grandparents.

Being an only child, Drogo was spoiled beyond belief! He always got everything they wanted, even if they were acting up, which was a lot. This was because at just five years old, Drogo had their parents taken from him suddenly. It was some sort of spell, or potion that caused them to fall extremely ill and it slowly ended their lives after dealing with it for only a couple weeks. The ones at fault for it were soon caught and brought to justice.

Drogo ended up moving in with his grandparents and learning things from them. He honestly doesn't remember much about either parent, but the fact he had to deal with this in the back of their mind may cause some long term effects. Which is exactly what happened. There were a ton of times when he would lash out at his grandparents, breaking things, not listening, and so much more. But luckily for Drogo, he would have a bright future ahead of them, as long as he would stay focused.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Slytherin

Personality: Haunted by their past, Drogo is not one to open up and talk to people, he tends to keep to himself because when people see the scars on his face, they immediately begin to gossip about what could have happened to him. Once so happy and full of life, now he is brought down constantly because of what had happened to their family. Drogo is a loner and finds peace in that time, but is very open to socialization in the right setting.

Appearance:  Drogo is almost five feet tall, fair skin, bright blue eyes, and two scars on his face. One that stretches from one cheek, and comes along the nose to the other cheek on his face. He also has a small scar on the right side of his lips. Drogo has a dark shade of red hair, almost looking like Auburn in a sense, Drogo normally wears a dark gray suit with a black tie, along with dark gray pants and black leather shoes.

→ RETURNING STUDENTS.
Note: This section is only for students who have been previously played at Hogwarts. Please see here for more information about Castle Dropouts levels/how many levels you are eligible to claim.

Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application):

Number of New Levels Requested:

New Levels Request:

How your character kept up with their studies: Whether your character was still at Hogwarts or left school entirely for a while, tell us how they were able to keep up with their studies and learn about magic, which would allow their levels to keep increasing.

→ 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.

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Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Roleplay Response:
The dungeons were always a creepy place to wander about. Not only did the cold bother most, but the damp ground, darkness around each corner, and even the smell had the students avoiding this part of the castle. As for Drogo Vexius, he intended on sticking to the shadows to be unseen. Not only did he enjoy keeping to themself, but he also didn’t like others seeing him in general. He was insecure about the scars and his life in general. People nowadays seem to be so quick to judge, even if they didn’t know the story of whatever they were criticizing.

Drogo Vexius was still young and didn’t have any friends, so he spent a lot of his time just wandering around the castle, looking for any kind of knowledge that could be found, whether it be from professors, or even some of the hanging portraits that loved to chat your ears off! They even had some interesting stories to tell, as well!

Each step the young boy made seemed to echo throughout the dungeon, but that was because the damp floor squished under the weight of Drogo’s feet. But the boy stopped dead in their tracks when he heard a voice ring out from the distance. He quickly began to panic because Drogo had no interest in speaking to anyone, especially a girl! But it was too late, Drogo was spotted and asked a question.

There was no running now, so he perked up and smiled lightly. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know anyone by that name. My name is Drogo Vexius, though. May have seen me in a few classes, but who knows!” He responded with excitement, which was odd on his behalf. It had to be the cold getting to him or something. One way or another, Drogo nodded and went on their way to wander around Hogwarts some more.


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