Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Leonora Maurice Pendelson

Birthday: August 18th, 1934

Hometown: Carlsbad, California

Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown
Though her family likes to say she's Pureblood.

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): Sixth, Seventh

Biography:
“Portrait of a girl. Canvas of ages”
   Julian Monarch, while a lovely man, carried a strong distaste for all things magic. Which made it rather ironic that upon meeting Cassandra Baudoin, the family’s pureblood prodigy, he fell madly in love.
   After many years at Hogwarts, Cassandra had yet to find herself a suitable fiancé. Her family, father especially, was less than pleased. She was worried that if she didn’t find a husband soon enough, her family would pick one for her. Nothing seemed so dreadful as to watch her father parade cookie-cutter purebred boys around the dining room, so she vowed to find her own husband.
   A chance bump in at a cafe led to one thing, and months later both Julian and Cassandra head over heels in love. Father, while cross, gave his blessing, and the pair was wed on a summer evening by the pier. Shortly after, it was found that Cassandra was pregnant. The pair managed to live happily for weeks as tension grew between them. Unexplained happenings began occurring around the household, with Cassandra at the center. Occasionally Julian would come home to find the iron moving across the shirts on its own, or the sink turning itself off and on. He’d often inquire, only to receive a flippant response in return. Cass was determined to hold onto her secret for as long as possible. It wasn’t until a few weeks before the birth that she decided she must tell Julian the truth.
   Julian loved Cassandra, but in the end his deep hatred for magic proved too much for their marriage to bear. Outraged and disgusted by the fact that he’d married a witch, Julian left. He perceived her lie to be the ultimate betrayal, distraught that she had not only built their marriage on falsities, but poisoned their baby too. Cassandra’s magic would now forever run through it’s veins.
   On August 18th, Cassandra gave birth to Leonora Maurice Monarch. Julian returned only to witness the birth and lay claim to the child. As much as she loved her newborn daughter, the guilt Julian made her feel bore too much to bear. She felt she had wronged Julian by ruining their relationship. In that moment, she couldn’t fathom taking his daughter from him too. Two days after she was released from the hospital, she handed over Leonora.

“Watching one color end and one begin”
   Cassandra moved away almost immediately after the birth. She found herself a new husband, pureblood this time, and settled down in sunny California. After Julian, Cassandra became rather mistrusting of Muggles. Her ignorance and unwillingness to listen to her family’s reason had led to the loss of her first-born child. She vowed never to make the same mistake again. She swore to leave her old life behind. There was no use fretting over past heartbreak. Her history with Julian almost seemed to erase itself until, two years later, when she received a call from her older sister.
   After Cassandra left, Julian lost his grip. He found it hard to juggle a baby while keeping the house and his job, etc. Someone (her sister refused to say who) decided Julian was no longer fit for parenting, and called in social services. After a thorough and lengthy investigation, the baby was put up for adoption. She was ecstatic upon hearing the news. Cassandra and her new husband, Marcus Pendelson, packed their bags as soon as possible and boarded the first flight back to London. Papers were signed, and the girl was returned to the arms of her mother.

“The stage is hers, demure and practiced beauty”
   Cassandra seemed to dull over the years. The free-spirit personality slowly bled out as her manors took on that of a careful mother. The idea of losing her baby again frightened her into a life of order and rule. She felt pressured to raise Lene “right”. If Leonora turned out to be awful, the blame would be hers. In adopting Lene, Cassandra was promising that she and Marcus would prove suitable parents, and with this promise came a stricter set of mental guidelines.
   Ever since her arrival at Pendleton Mansion in America, Lene had encountered a gentle, but strict upbringing. For the most part, Lenora was kept under lock in key. With limited contact to the other neighborhood girls, she learned very quickly how to read her parents. Besides the house staff, she had no one else to focus on. She took up the way things were run almost immediately. While not scholarly gifted, she mastered people relations exceptionally well.
   At the Mansion, if she wanted to be treated with respect, she was to act as expected. By the age of seven, she had fine-tuned her perception of family cues. For the most part, she wasn’t given direct orders, just offered suggestions. Her hour of piano practice was not a daily requirement, but she was refused dessert if she didn’t play. If her bed wasn’t made by nine, she was put to sleep two hours early. Wearing the dress she’d picked out, not the one her mother had chosen, caused her favorite blouse to get “lost” in the wash. Rules were never spelled out for Lene, but they became perfectly clear.
   This wasn’t to say there was no love in the family. The three gathered nightly for family dinners at the long table, where Lenora would share about her day, and then ask her parents about theirs. After this came exactly one and a half hours entertainment. Lene took pride in her piano playing ability, and would offer to serenade the family with a song. Other times, everyone would gather in the dining room for games. Something silly, for laughs. or something mind-engaging, to further Lenora’s education. The Pendelson’s also found immense pleasure in their scheduled Sunday outings. If Lene behaved appropriately -she almost always behaved angelically- there were smiles and laughter all around. The three happily followed their simple organized life. After so many surprises, Cassandra found comfort in knowing what was next to come.

“She plays her part. She sees that she’s a work of art”
   Lenora’s home manners were expected to extend into the classroom. She did her best to make top marks, she was polite to adults, and she played well with others. She was quite popular in grade school, with the boys and girls alike. She made friends easily, and knew how to keep interesting conversation flowing. She was lively, dazzling, and kind. However, after school hours Lene didn’t talk to the other kids in her class. Instead, her father would invite other wizarding businessmen over, encouraging them to bring their pureblood sons and daughters. While grown-ups discussed important plans, the children would play dolls, braid hair, show off new clothes, or chat in the courtyards. Leonora always looked forward to the visits. She found comfort in the company of fellow witches and wizards. Her mother’s wariness of Muggles had begun to rub off on her. She never looked down upon them, but their presence could easily set her on edge.

“Portrait of a girl. Object of rumor”
   Marcus’s job caused him to travel a lot. Before he married Cassandra, he would move every couple months. When he settled down, the company allowed him to keep in one place. It provided more stability and sureness for the Pendelson’s, something Cassandra greatly appreciated. However, this meant Marcus wouldn’t be considered for any promotions. The Baudoin family helped fund many aspects of their lifestyle. He never had to worry about money, yet still he was dissatisfied in the workplace. His ambitious nature had nothing to do with cash. The standing still made him feel like he was being held back, and his full potential would never be reached.
   The summer before Leonora’s fifth grade year, he was offered a promotion to a position of high power. To be awarded, he’d have to move to Norway. Marcus had grown up in Norway, so the company assumed it’d be a perfect fit. He had attended Gokstad Academy, and was hoping Leonora would do the same. It seemed like the opportunity he’d been waiting for. When Cassandra put up no visible complaints, Marcus was overjoyed. He was ready to return to his home country. Between business trips, he’d been reviewing Norwegian with Lene. The little dialog that she knew expanded during her fifth grade year. By the time she received her acceptance letter for Gokstad, she was able to hold a few elegant conversations.
   One of the girls she’d played with as a child also began attending Gokstad that year. Her father had been offered a similar promotion, and they’d moved to Norway shortly after the Pendelsons. The two relied on each other in school. While their language was good, it was far from perfected, and it often left them struggling behind. Eventually, they worked out a system. By exchanging glances and quickly-scripted notes, one would explain what the other couldn’t understand, and vice-versa. For problems that stumped them both, Leonora would coax a nearby student into assistance. Even with the slight language barrier, her charm still held. She was very persuasive, even at eleven. As she grew older, Leonora began to explore the lengths of her ability. When her vocabulary expanded, her horizons did too. She could woo her way into most anybody's heart.
   As a child, she’d been primped and poked into her mother’s vision of the perfect young girl. Sweet, but not too soft and shy. Humble, but able to show-off just enough to seem special. Generous, but never a pushover. When she grew up, she learned to be sultry, but in a tasteful manner. Proper, but not a bore. Witty, but never too sharp. Every experience gave her a way to improve. She sanded raw edges until she was the kind of girl she wanted to be. Perfection. This often came back to bite her. It was tiresome always keeping yourself on a tight leash. Every move, however random, was at least somewhat calculated. It wasn't until fourth year that she began to award herself little freedoms.
   Slowly, she began to find her place. After five years at Gokstad, she was almost fluent in the language. Leonora was never astoundingly bright, but she excelled in healing classes, especially with Gokstad’s fantastic medicinal magic program. Her talents flourished under the fine-tuning of quality professors and high-tech equipment. Socially, she managed to form a tight-knit circle of friends. She kept her favored people close, then entertained a wide net of acquaintances. With her best friends, she could be most herself. Snippy at times, a little posh, but loyal and loving all the same. With them, she planned for the future. Where she’d go, who she’d marry, what she’d do. Her head was swirling with ideas of romantic adventures, french boutiques, and apartments with Camille in New York. It was February 27th, 1949 when she had her dreams crushed.
   Her father had received another promotion. This time, the company wanted him in London. The position was so spectacular, Cassandra and Marcus didn’t have to consider much. It was what Marcus had been working for, and there was nothing holding them back. Leonora knew better than to get upset, but that didn’t stop her from feeling bitter. It caused resentment between her and her parents, though they seemed oblivious to the shift in mood. They packed over the summer. and arrived in London that spring.

“Sought after and trapped like a pearl. Now the portrait has captured the girl”
   Leonora was worried about her Hogwarts enrollment at first. She spent the first few weeks in her new home missing her friends, trying to ditch the now ‘strange’ Norwegian accent, and shopping for the perfect summer clothes. After many stress-filled nights, she’d managed to sooth the butterflies. After a careful examination of circumstances, Lene decided that she was more than thrilled to play the role of the mysterious new girl. It’s a new opportunity to try new things, experience, and expand. Her slate has been wiped clean. It’s slightly scary, yes, but also intriguing. No one here knows her yet. She can be whoever she wants to be. And more importantly, she’ll get to meet new people. There’s a whole castle of students she’s never seen, interacted with, touched, snogged. There are new classes, new dorms, new robes, new places. To her, the possibilities seem endless.
   However, while she pulls new people close, she seems to be pulling further away from her parents. Leonora still replays how she received the news. She was coming home on break, only to be welcomed by a ‘For Sale’ sign stuck in her yard. After all the hard-work she’d put in for her parents, all the changes she’d made, they hadn’t even told her about the move. It was going to impact her life greatly, and her parents couldn’t even owl a letter? The disguised hurt has been getting released in small acts of defiance. She hasn’t calculated a plan of action yet, though doing things her parents suggest her to avoid (like snogging the muggle boy who lives down the street) seem to satisfy her needs plenty at the moment.

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

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→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Option Two

   It was a beautiful day. The kind that was perfect for picnics. Leonora thought it seemed a shame to waste such ideal weather, so she’d moved her lunch period to the courtyard. She took the first opportunity she was given to escape the loud, messy dinning hall for some time to herself. It was the second week of school, and she found herself feeling more and more overwhelmed. Everything at Hogwarts was unfamiliar. She managed to catch onto the dynamics impressively well, though every new surprise had a way of making her feel like her grasp was starting to slip. In the middle of all the chaos, she was looking forward to a little peace and quiet.
   
   She found her way to an old bench nestled between a couple of towering rosebushes. The shiny apple she’d plucked from the table was resting beside her on the stone surface, while the avocado sandwich was clutched in her left hand. Just as she was prepared to dig in, a rustling in the bushes caught her eye. Her free hand was slapped across her mouth to prevent a squeal from escaping as she watched a small mound of fur dart out of a nearby shrub, scurry through the grass, and disappear behind a tree.

   The event was followed by an outburst from somewhere else in the garden. It seemed an angry sounding student was looking for his rat. She turned her head so she could search over her shoulder for the boy, her eyes landing on someone who seemed close to her age. He rudely shoved the flowers aside, before emitting a sneeze so loud Lene was sure her friends back in Norway could hear it.

   Annoyed, she discarded her sandwich on the bench. The boy seemed hell-bent on finding his rat, and doing so as loudly as possible. Wonderful. If she was going to enjoy her lunch, he’d have to leave. Unfortunately, the only way to hurry him was to intervene. Sigh. She supposed that as long as she did the talking, it should go fine. How hard could it be to find a rat? Her sandwich should lurer it out in no time.

   Alas, just as she began to move toward the boy, he picked his head up out of the dirt, nose dripping. Could he do nothing right? The mess was quickly covered with his sleeve, before he began to rub the cloth back and forth. Her own nose wrinkled up in disgust. It was horrifying. Vile. So gross, that perhaps she’d be better off eating elsewhere. She made a move towards her former seat, only to hear the boy cry out again, this time at her.

   “Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.”

   Leonora spun on her heel, arm crossed over her chest. He was going to be snippy with her? She shook her head. What was it her mother said to do when someone crossed you? Count to ten? Bite your tongue? Neither of those options were sounding very enticing.

   “It’s not proper to wipe your snot on your sleeve, either, but that didn’t seem to stop you.” She gave him a pointed look. “Your rat interrupted my lunch,” she huffed, unfolding her arms as she approached him. “And you-“ she jabbed a finger at him, “are making quite a ruckus. If I agree to help you search, will you get out of here?” She thought over the last remark in her head. Perhaps she was coming off too harsh? Her mother would have a fit if she knew how rude Lene was being right now.  “Listen. I didn't mean to come off so harsh. Im just... tired. Its been a long week.” She amended, though her tone was still solid. Fingers crossed this boy wasn't interested in rumor spreading.

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