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« on: 01/04/2021 at 12:21 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Dahlia Jane Cole

Birthday: 1st May 1949

Hometown: Hogsmeade


Magical Strength (pick one):

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): Third, Fourth


Life was great for the first few years of Dahlia’s life. Then, one day, her mum came home with a new little baby and never picked her up again. Something had definitely gone wrong. Mara - the new baby of the family - cried a lot and seemed to be a cause of all of their problems. Her mum couldn’t hold her. Instead of warm hugs, she was met with icy air. And it was all Mara’s fault. In just a short period of time, her life had completely turned and it was definitely for the worst.

Unable to make sense of the changes around her, Dahlia grew closer to her older brother Ren, becoming his little shadow. Wherever he went, she was sure to follow, always hiding behind him around other people. At least he could hug her. Ren proved to be good protection for the girl, a big brother who had nothing against his little sister hanging around. He would stay with her and not leave, he would protect her when someone tried to talk to her, and he would be her friend when she needed him.

The following years were quiet, for Dahlia, as she didn’t speak much either. Only to Ren, or snide comments to Mara. Her brother would try and get her to play with the other children at Daycare, but Dahlia preferred playing by herself, making daisy chains in the grass or cloud watching. She would join him, sometimes, when he was busy making friends or whatever it was big brothers did with other people, but she formed few real connections to the other children.

When Ren left for Hogwarts, Dahlia withdrew even further and no longer felt a need to try socialise for his sake. As much as she could get away with it, she would spend her time outside, exploring nature, picking flowers and meeting bugs.

Finally, it was her turn to go to Hogwarts, and for the first year she was elated for the chance to be with her big brother all the time again. Quickly, she came to realise that Hogwarts was big and scary too - with a lot more people to try and avoid. Luckily, with Hogwarts, there’s also a lot of places for her to hide, and for the last few years, although not exactly bonding with the rest of her classmates, Dahlia has found solace in the Greenhouses and outdoor spaces in the castle.


House Request:

Dahlia is a recluse and not one to make friends. She doesn’t like having to talk to people and she’s not had a proper conversation in so long it makes her anxious to think about having one. She much prefers her own company and likes to spend her time in nature. Although not one to shy away from the yuckier parts, such as mud and bugs, Dahlia much prefers all the pretty flowers, which she’ll pick for her brother Ren when he’s around.

Dahlia isn’t the greatest at school, given that she rarely engages in class discussions and prefers to do her own reading rather than what’s being taught, but she’s not dumb, and is starting to wonder if maybe she tried little harder, she’d be able to do more than just scrape passes.

In conflict, Dahlia is rarely aggressive and would much rather just curl up into a ball and hide. However, as can be seen from how she treats her younger sister sometimes, she can have a mean streak, which is mostly stopped by her lack of confidence,

Dahlia has a very slight build, not helped by the fact that she withdraws from the situation. She has brown eyes and light hair.


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."


Dahlia was crouched in between the rows of flowers, one hand full of the tulips that were growing there and the other pressed into the soil for balance. These flowerbeds were particularly fancy, and close to the rest of the school, which made her worry a little that maybe she shouldn’t be here picking them, but at the same time, she was small enough - and the flowers around her large enough  - that it would be hard to pick her out unless you were looking for people picking the flowers.

It was still close enough to breakfast that most people were busy in Hall and since Dahlia was never a fan of it, she had taken advantage of the piece to grab something pretty to replace the vase of wilted daffodils in her room. At least, she thought it would be quiet.

A boy, maybe the same age as her brother, stormed through the flowerbeds, with no care for trampling the buds that grew there. Yelling something about a rat, wiping snot all over his sleeves, crushing the plants underfoot, he was impossible to ignore. Dahlia hadn’t been meaning to stare, but she hadn’t been expecting that he’d see her, either.

Dahlia dropped her gaze instantly at his words. Under her breath, she muttered, “It’s not polite to ruin the garden, either,” and hoped that he wouldn’t have heard her.

Out loud, more clearly so that he could hear her, although still quietly, she added, “S-sorry. Um, did you say something about a rat?”

And, as if fate had picked the perfect timing, the flowers behind him trembled. Maybe it was just the wind. But a rat running through would have a similar effect.

“Behind you, I think, maybe.” Dahlia looked up to his sniffling face. As much as she wanted rid of him, it seemed like the best way to do that would be to help him. “Would you maybe want help looking?”

Best case scenario: the rat jumps out of the bushes now and he leaves without doing anything.

Worst case scenario: she’d be stuck looking for this rat with this boy for the rest of her day.

And if it was the worst case scenario, maybe she’d be able to come up with some excuse to leave…


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