Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Lafayette Lefebvre

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Bloodline: Pureblood
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
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Marvel Lefebvre, father. (No.)

Residence:
Type your response here - where does your character live?
A small house in a medium sized city.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
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I do not plan to have a connection to a particular place.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
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No, I do not.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
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I don't have any.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
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Lafayette never knew his mother and grew up with only a father in a small town. He grew up knowing he was to be a wizard as both his mother and father were. At age six, him and his father moved. Lafayette has no siblings.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
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The boy shook his head. He, of course, did want to play. He owned one of the fastest brooms known and has practiced in the past. The nearly suffocating feeling of being laughed at for making a mistake has always prevented him from playing with a group, however. He did feel bad for that girl though.

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