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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Atticus Rivera | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Willow Foxglove on 02/09/2023 at 05:12 »
Approved!
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Elsewhere Accepted / Atticus Rivera | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Atticus Rivera on 02/09/2023 at 04:56 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Atticus Rivera
Gender: Male
Age: 23 June 1937
Blood Status: Half-blood

Education: 
Hogwarts (1947-1954)

Residence:
Knightsbridge, London, England

Occupation
Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic (approved by Aneeka)

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?
Ministry of Magic

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 Exceptional Levels special request form here.

  • Charms: 11
  • Divination: 10
  • Transfiguration: 6
  • Summoning: 5

*note: placeholder levels, I do intend to submit a exceptional levels request*

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Tim Winchester, etc

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Atticus Rivera has a long history of defying the odds. 

Born to Miguel--an immigrant from Uruapan, Mexico--and Lillian--a Brit from the day she breathed her first gasp of air--Rivera, he came as something of an unexpected miracle. The pregnancy had been rough to the point that everyone had been convinced that it was doomed to end in disaster. His muggle father was reluctant to give his wife over to the wizarding medicine that he didn’t fully understand, and his wizard mother was dismayed to find that even they didn’t have all of the answers. The whole thing had been full of insecurity, unsurety, and worry. 

Indeed, Miguel and Lillian expected their baby to arrive in anguish and be buried not long after. It seemed the nurses at St. Mungo’s expected something quite similar. 

However, as if to prove a point, he appeared in the world as if the pregnancy had been picture perfect. His lungs were healthy (boy were they), his heart beat as it was expected to, his body was fully formed, and there was no evidence that he’d given his family a long ride to that very moment. It seemed the trouble had always been with Lillian and not him, thus enshrining him into the annals of his family’s history as an only child. 

His childhood was what most would want it to be: uneventful. He lived his days out with his mum and his dad in their neighborhood outside Manchester quite happy with everything he had. He was unaware that his parents considered him a miracle baby, and even further unaware that he was being watched closely by them to see if he showed any signs of magic. He knew his mum was a witch, that couldn’t be hidden, but he never was of the mind that he possibly wasn’t a wizard. He didn’t know that was even a question, but so it was. 

He did know at some point though that he was a late bloomer with it. His mum spoke of how young her accidental magic began, and he noticed some of his friends he made showing their accidental magic young too. But not him. No, it didn’t appear until he was almost starting to understand why his parents questioned it all so much. They’d begun to even prepare him for the fact that maybe he’d taken after his father. In their view, the odds of him going so long with no signs were slim to none. 

It took nine years, but a sneeze revealed that, indeed, he’d been chosen. 

When he got to Hogwarts, he was sorted into Ravenclaw and decided that this was a sign to show that even though he’d been late to show his magic, he was going to harness it to the best of his ability. Somehow, some way, Atticus managed to balance making friends, being the life of the party, and always looking to get up to something with excelling at every subject he put his mind to. He spent just as many hours studying as he did sneaking out, which led to many nights of sliding into bed at 4:30 AM just to roll up for breakfast two hours later as if he’d gotten 12 hours rest. 

By the time he graduated, he was quite a talent and many believed that he had within him the power to do great things. His magical skills were revered by professors and peers, and his sharp mind was praised right alongside it. 

However, there was a great deal of skepticism that entered the fold when he turned his eyes on the upper limits of the Ministry of Magic. 

None doubted that he could do it, but many doubted it was possible for a half-blood to ascend to the high places he wished to perch. While it was better than being a Muggleborn, the fact that he wasn’t as pure as could be represented a barrier of entry that everyone but him seemed to take note of. He was unphased though, finding his skills to be more than enough. 

At eighteen, he began working at the Ministry as a lowly assistant to a slightly less lowly secretary in the Auror office. 

By twenty, he was working as the main secretary for one of the Auror department’s sub-departments

By twenty three, he’d graduated to being a record keeper for the Wizengamot. 

By twenty-five, he was working as an assistant to various members of the Department of Mysteries. 

By twenty-seven he was back to being a lowly underling assistant, but this time to the Minister’s junior advisors. 

By thirty, he was waiting in the wings as a junior secretary. 

In January of 1969, five months shy of his thirty-second birthday, the Minister had seen all of his promise and decided that he was the man who would undertake the recently vacated position of senior undersecretary. 

He had once more defied the odds and climbed from the bottom up to one of the highest ranking positions in the Ministry of Magic. 

Many were shocked, but to him, it had always been rather inevitable. 


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.

Roleplay Response:
Diagon Alley this time of year was typically nothing short of a zoo. And yet, it was truly no sweat to Atticus as he stepped onto the high street.

He was used to this sort of thing. Everywhere he went now, there were throngs of people who demanded attention, a moment of his time, had a question for his boss, or a request of his office. He was not blessed with moments alone anymore. Once you were the last obstacle between someone and the Minister of Magic, you forfeited every right you had to a moment alone. At least in Diagon Alley there was no demanding his attention.

The look on some people’s faces as they passed by didn’t broadcast that he was anonymous by any means, but he was being mostly left to himself. He was silently thankful for it, planning to just get what he needed and get going. He had a rare day off ahead and wanted to go ahead and get to relaxing to make the most of it. He was steadfast in this plan until he heard a voice calling above the crowd.

The help came from a woman on the ground looking rather exhausted and distraught all at once. It wasn’t hard to see what happened once he got a look at the scene in front of him. Calmly, he made his way over to her. He nodded toward the ground and a space was cleared for him to pick her heel up. Then, he turned his attention to her to hold a hand out.

“Are you alright?”


OTHER
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Archived Applications / Re: Madeleine Fitzgerald
« Last post by Pythagorea Proud on 01/09/2023 at 01:02 »
Dear Miss Fitzgerald,

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

Term begins on 1 September. 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: Madeleine Fitzgerald
« Last post by Benjamin Orellana Sr. on 01/09/2023 at 01:00 »
Before you begin, please make sure you have created
an account in your character's full name, and make sure you have read and understand the following:

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Should you have any questions, please contact an Administrator.





Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name:Madeleine Fitzgerald

Birthday:December 24th, 1956

Hometown: Dublin, Ireland

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): 2nd, 3rd

Biography:

Precocious and with out fear, though small of stature, never let herself be pushed into anything, let alone when it came to the older children in the neighborhood. She had been out in the garden, minding her own storming business mind you; when out of nowhere a slug the size of a small cat….. well maybe that was a bit of an exageration, but still, it was larger than normal…. Exaserbating! She dug her nails into the palms of her hand to focus herself, she wouldn’t let Daddy hear her swearing, let alone in French, that wasn’t the Irish way, even though Maman, well French sounded prettier in her mind any way so storm him to……

Where did she leave off?? Oh right, The slug had sailed through the air indifferent to the small tea party she had been having, to land with a splat right in the middle of her cakes. And of course she had to have been wearing the lovely pink dress her parents had just gotten for her, with the white collar and the oversized buttons….. Wainskottle! Daddy would like that one… anywho, so the cat sized slug had destroyed her cakes, and her dress, and of course it had to have been Sean O’riely… he was quite handsome, granted she was only 12 but even she could see that… Stupid, stupid stupid….

Slug, cake, dress ruined….. stupid Sean, was she back to where she had left off…. Well that’s just great, now she could remember. Stupid boys and there stupid games….

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

House Request:Any

Personality:

 Madeleine sees herself as a true raconteur, a woman of the people. In reality you could say she is a little bit spoiled, and thinks she is a lot bigger than she really is, which so happens to be 4’5” and a half thank you…. Never one to back down, though she does have a tendency to get distracted by anything and everything, even herself… but yes she is quite nice to everyone and a dream to be around. So there. (This is her internal narrator, please excuse her for the inability to actually finish a full thought.) she also likes sweets, and pink, and her cat named waffles is quite nice to thank you.

Appearance:
Briefly describe your character's appearance (hair color, build, stature, etc.) What effect does it have on their personality? For example, does the shy Ravenclaw girl secretly dye her hair black because she hates her natural blonde? Does the curly-haired Gryffindor use charms to hide his freckles?

Madeleine Antionette Fitzgerald. Half Irish/Half French Halfblood on her mothers side. Slightly smaller than average (I AM NOT!! You stupid, storming Voice....) Please be quiet thank you,  and I prefer to be called Narrater, THANK YOU! Now then, Brown hair that has a tendency to RUN WILD… ahem, apologies.. one might say she is a flair for clothing, and with the smallest dusting of freckles, she tends to accentuate with color and flair. (Are you happy now…..)
 



→ 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.





Roleplay Response:

 “Come on waffles, where did you run off to?” Madeleine crooned to the empty hallway before her; (did you ever think that maybe waffles doesn’t like baths??? Hmm, oh no, you're more than smart enough to think You know better) “shut it voice… I don’t have time for you” she shouted to no one in particular, and searched under an upturned bucket for the umpteenth time… He could have gotten to far? (When I get a bath, I just want to snuggle up in a warm robe, so maybe I should go get his?) "“WAFFLES!!!” She yelled, this time at a picture of an elderly woman scrubbing the floors, which, if you think about it is kind of redundant in the god forsaken hall… Right, waffles, where did he get off to.

She was just about to look under a bench, when she heard.

“H-h-hello?"

 That seemed odd, she couldn’t remember teaching waffles to talk, but maybe it was the castle? It did weird things all the time.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?”

Emma Birch? Waffles dint know anyone named Emma Birch, so then it probably wasn’t waffles. Damn, But maybe this voice had seen him..

“I don’t know who that Is? Strange voice, But Have you seen a cat??”




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Archived Applications / Re: Madeleine Fitzgerald
« Last post by Benjamin Orellana Sr. on 01/09/2023 at 00:17 »
Hi Madeleine! --

Welcome to Hoggies!

Your application looks great so far!  I can't wait to see Madeleine at the castle.

There a couple things though that we will need you to change, before your application can be accepted.

First off, in your appearance section, you write a little bit of internet speak ("You stupid, storming Voice..MPh#$@0.").  Per our general posting rules, we ask that there is no internet speak.  It also appears as if that is meant to hide a curse word, which is not considered an appropriate alternative and is against our site rating.  There's a bit of Merde sprinkled everywhere, when we ask for moderate profanity to be used sparingly.  Though it is in French, it is still considered a curse word.

There are also a few points in the RP section that you write in first person perspective, such as "When I get a bath, I just want to snuggle up in a warm robe, so maybe I should go get his?"  Per the posting rules, please ensure you always write in third person for the roleplay example.

Please PM me your entire revised application with the requested edits and I'll take care of reviewing your application and processing you from there.

Thanks!
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Archived Applications / Madeleine Fitzgerald
« Last post by Madeleine Fitzgerald on 31/08/2023 at 23:31 »
Before you begin, please make sure you have created
an account in your character's full name, and make sure you have read and understand the following:

Site Rules | Magical Rules | Our Rating | FAQ

Should you have any questions, please contact an Administrator.





Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name:Madeleine Fitzgerald

Birthday:December 24th, 1956

Hometown: Dublin, Ireland

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): 2nd, 3rd

Biography:

Precocious and with out fear, though small of stature, never let herself be pushed into anything, let alone when it came to the older children in the neighborhood. She had been out in the garden, minding her own storming business mind you; when out of nowhere a slug the size of a small cat….. well maybe that was a bit of an exageration, but still, it was larger than normal…. Exaserbating! She dug her nails into the palms of her hand to focus herself, she wouldn’t let Daddy hear her swearing, let alone in French, that wasn’t the Irish way, even though Maman, well French sounded prettier in her mind any way so storm him to……

Where did she leave off?? Oh right, The slug had sailed through the air indifferent to the small tea party she had been having, to land with a splat right in the middle of her cakes. And of course she had to have been wearing the lovely pink dress her parents had just gotten for her, with the white collar and the oversized buttons….. Wainskottle! Daddy would like that one… anywho, so the cat sized slug had destroyed her cakes, and her dress, and of course it had to have been Sean O’riely… he was quite handsome, granted she was only 12 but even she could see that… Stupid, stupid stupid….

Slug, cake, dress ruined….. stupid Sean, was she back to where she had left off…. Well that’s just great, now she could remember. Stupid boys and there stupid games….

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

House Request:Any

Personality:

 Madeleine sees herself as a true raconteur, a woman of the people. In reality you could say she is a little bit spoiled, and thinks she is a lot bigger than she really is, which so happens to be 4’5” and a half thank you…. Never one to back down, though she does have a tendency to get distracted by anything and everything, even herself… but yes she is quite nice to everyone and a dream to be around. So there. (This is her internal narrator, please excuse her for the inability to actually finish a full thought.) she also likes sweets, and pink, and her cat named waffles is quite nice to thank you.

Appearance:
Briefly describe your character's appearance (hair color, build, stature, etc.) What effect does it have on their personality? For example, does the shy Ravenclaw girl secretly dye her hair black because she hates her natural blonde? Does the curly-haired Gryffindor use charms to hide his freckles?

Madeleine Antionette Fitzgerald. Half Irish/Half French Halfblood on her mothers side. Slightly smaller than average (I AM NOT!! You stupid, storming Voice....) Please be quiet thank you,  and I prefer to be called Narrater, THANK YOU! Now then, Brown hair that has a tendency to RUN WILD… ahem, apologies.. one might say she is a flair for clothing, and with the smallest dusting of freckles, she tends to accentuate with color and flair. (Are you happy now…..)
 



→ 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.





Roleplay Response:

 “Come on waffles, where did you run off to?” Madeleine crooned to the empty hallway before her; (did you ever think that maybe waffles doesn’t like baths??? Hmm, oh no, you're more than smart enough to think You know better) “shut it voice… I don’t have time for you” she shouted to no one in particular, and searched under an upturned bucket for the umpteenth time… He could have gotten to far? (When I get a bath, I just want to snuggle up in a warm robe, so maybe I should go get his?) "“WAFFLES!!!” She yelled, this time at a picture of an elderly woman scrubbing the floors, which, if you think about it is kind of redundant in the god forsaken hall… Right, waffles, where did he get off to.

She was just about to look under a bench, when she heard.

“H-h-hello?"

 That seemed odd, she couldn’t remember teaching waffles to talk, but maybe it was the castle? It did weird things all the time.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?”

Emma Birch? Waffles dint know anyone named Emma Birch, so then it probably wasn’t waffles. Damn, But maybe this voice had seen him..

“I don’t know who that Is? Strange voice, But Have you seen a cat??”




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Archived Applications / Re: Elodie Gao Garnier
« Last post by Pythagorea Proud on 31/08/2023 at 21:49 »
Dear Miss Garnier ,

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

Term begins on 1 September. 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 / Elodie Gao Garnier
« Last post by Elodie Gao Garnier on 31/08/2023 at 21:23 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Elodie Delphine Gao Garnier

Birthday: 1st August

Hometown: Kent, England

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two): 3rd, 2nd

Biography:
Rules don’t apply to us.

That’s what my parents have always told me.

I was seven when I realised that my parents didn’t have conventional jobs. I knew they both enjoyed counting money because that’s what I saw them doing every evening. I liked to help sometimes, happily stacking gold coins on top of eachother, not truly knowing their significance. I knew that one day I would take over the family business even though I didn’t quite know the details. I just assumed that I would count money all day as an adult.

I first became suspicious when Dad said I should start telling people that we were from France. It made no sense to me as I knew perfectly well that he was English and we had never even visited France. But I trusted him, and lying about even the most basic facts became second nature to me. By the time we moved to Germany and my father had begun speaking with a thick French accent, I had already crafted a wonderful backstory about growing up on a farm in the French countryside. No one suspected a thing and my parents made me feel like I was the smartest girl in the world.

From then on, every country we moved to, we had a different backstory. When we moved to Italy, we told everyone we had moved from Vietnam. My Swiss father had met my Vietnamese mother while backpacking through Southeast Asia and had decided to settle there once I was born. None of this was true, of course, but I learned enough Vietnamese words to keep the lie going.

When we moved to New York, my mother was a wealthy Singaporean heiress who loved to travel with her Norwegian businessman husband. And I was their perfect little child. I loved writing down our stories, changing the plot every time we relocated. Traveling the world was exciting, but getting to reinvent myself every time was even more fun. And every single night I would watch my parents grin while counting their money.

I was ten when I realised that they were stealing. It was a slow realisation but suddenly everything made sense - the fake names, the fake background stories, the fact that we would pack up and leave at a moment's notice. Fraud was funding our luxurious lifestyle and this had been the case for a very long time. I stayed silent, listened to my parents, and continued to play the perfect child for whatever scheme they had cooked up this time.

A few months later, they said it was time for me to get a real education to prepare me for life. You had to be very smart to pull off what they had been doing for years and I needed to go to school to learn the ropes. So I was enrolled at Hogwarts under my real name - Elodie Gao Garnier, otherwise known as ‘trouble.’

But I can’t help that; it’s in my bloodline.


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

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality:
Elodie attracts problems wherever she goes, mainly because she can be very inconsiderate. She has a sense of self-importance and confidence that carries her through life but often rubs people the wrong way. She is headstrong, determined, and incredibly observant.

Appearance:
Short for her age, chubby, long dark hair, dark eyes, and a slightly inquisitive expression.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.


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 gardens were supposed to be a place for peace and quiet. Unfortunately, that was not the case today.

Sitting on the lawn and quietly reading a textbook about dragons, Elodie was rudely interrupted by an older boy who looked incredibly distressed. Her eyes rested on the edge of her book before peering over at the boy sniffling and stumbling like an absolute fool. Elodie felt embarrassed on his behalf but could not bring herself to look away. He was more entertaining than her book, after all.

She kept straight-faced as he stopped to look at her. She wasn’t trying to intimidate him but someone needed to make him feel a little embarrassed so he wouldn’t behave in such a gross way in public again.

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

She blinked, still giving her best poker face.

“I think you’re the one who needs help.”

Elodie sighed, deciding that since she had the upper hand in this situation, there was no need to further humiliate them.

“Look, I can help you find your rat.” She dropped her book on the ground, rose to her feet, and dusted herself off. “But you’ve got to promise to be nice to me while I’m helping you.”

 



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Archived Applications / Re: Ares Alricsson
« Last post by Willow Foxglove on 31/08/2023 at 02:08 »
Dear Mr. Alricsson,

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

Term begins on 1 September. 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,
Willow Foxglove
Hogwarts Librarian
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