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Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Jasper Simon Bishop

Birthday: 16th July 1950 (age 11)

Flat 38d, [Wenick’s building]
Wenick’s Drive.
London, England.

Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

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

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

Year (pick two): first, second.

If there was one word that didn’t fit in his life, it was ‘home’. Jasper had moved fifteen times in his almost eleven years, and not one of them could be called his home. They were an array of all kinds; a bungalow, a hostel, a park bench, a little house-boat, and many apartments that didn’t always look like they did in the magazines. A favourite couldn’t be picked because all had their ups and downs, whether it was the nicest house with the worst school or the comfiest bed with an infestation of mice in the wardrobe. Half the time, it wasn’t even a big move, just far enough that he had to change schools and couldn’t recognise the people on the streets anymore.

Fifteen new schools, fifteen new starts, fifteen new opportunities to be someone else. He’d tried lots of different skins, just like they’d been in lots of different places. He’d tried being quiet like a mouse, and really loud like a lion. Naughty, good, a hard worker, someone who didn’t speak English - he’d practiced so many times that he didn’t know what he was actually like before all the moves.

Packing all of his things into a binbag with a five minute warning was a common childhood memory, and Jasper's collection of items dwindled over the years until it consisted of whatever clothes currently fit him, an old camera, some books and his toothbrush. Grateful, that was what his dad had told him to be when he asked if he could get new shoes after one of his soles rubbed through, grateful to even have any shoes on his feet, and even more grateful to have things like books and a camera.

(That camera - it was his pride and joy, much like how he was his mother’s. It had been his dad’s until he’d been about to take it to the skip, when Jasper promised to keep his things tidy, to listen and be good if he could pleeeeease have the camera.)

Their frequent moves were a result of job changes and commands that they didn’t have much of a choice in. Dad said they were leaving, so they left. He didn’t know what his mum and dad did for a job, except that they worked together, it was from the house and he wasn’t allowed anywhere near it when their business was open. This meant an awful lot of time spent wandering streets, finding stones to collect and branches to drag along walls until he could trek back and hope some food would be waiting for him. Sometimes, if he had been really good, his mum would let him take the camera out with him. There were challenges set on those days; “someone wearing red,” or “a picture with all the primary colours in”, they were the best.

The latest move (just three months ago) was to an apartment that shared a bathroom with the others on the floor. It was a tall building with too many stairs to count (he’d stopped at fifty-six) and their place was almost all the way up and the lift was always broken. This meant stair races with his dad, jelly legs and scaring his mama with sliding down the bannister.

He wasn’t the only kid in the building either so sometimes, he could sit with them and hang out, when they let him. He was still a baby compared to some of those kids and when they wanted to go do stuff that was for big kids only, Jasper had to scram and find something else to do. That was fine though - they were nice enough to teach him things, things that were more important than school and even more interesting. For example, he’d been shown how to tie different knots, make a fire, do tricks on a bike, and how to act lost in crowds and shops to get people to help him - though he much preferred the other things. Jilly even said she’d teach him to do a cartwheel!

His mama didn’t like the look of some of the kids but his dad just laughed, patted him on the shoulder and told him to have fun and not get in trouble. For perhaps the first time, Jasper had wanted to take a picture of his dad, who wore a smile instead of a frown.

On one of these wandering days, he came across a boy who he’d not seen before. He wasn’t from another building’s groups (“we’re Wenick, don’t talk to anyone who isn’t from here” he had been told, as one of the first rules if he wanted to hang with them) so it surely hadn’t been the wrong thing to do. They shared a chocolate bar, joked around and agreed to meet the next day. A few weeks into their friendship - which consisted of sitting on street corners waiting for each other to show, bringing snacks and walking through town - Jasper had his camera with him, and was trying to get a good picture of Oscar before it got too dark. Unfortunately, he wasn’t looking where he was going and tripped off a curb, the camera slipping out of his hands and panic overcoming him as he felt the road scrape against the side of his arms and legs. His camera! His dad would be so, so, so mad at him if he returned home with it broken, or even scratched.

Except it hadn’t broken and it wasn’t even scratched.

It had stopped before it hit the ground, frozen exactly like he was from where he lay, just staring. How had- what was-- why? Luckily, his friend had been watching and grabbed the camera before anybody else could notice. Jasper scrambled up and the boys headed for an alley in private, where Oscar told him about magic, wands and wizards. That he was a wizard, and so was Jasper apparently. Accidental magic, he’d called it, was what he had just done by stopping his camera from breaking. His birthday was just two weeks away - Oscar said he’d get a letter on that day, explaining that he’d go to school for people like them and would learn cool things. It felt impossible to Jasper, just the idea of leaving home and staying in one school for seven years. His mum would miss him, his dad might move them again and then where would he go home to? It was all so very confusing. Oscar did his best but it scared Jasper.

The wait for his birthday was anxiety filled and he missed school more often than not to wait for Oscar to appear so he could grill him on everything he needed to know before September. When they got a knock on the door on the 16th July 1961, he knew who it was. It would be them, the people coming to give him his letter. He had to act surprised in front of his parents, to not feel bad when he comforted his crying mother at being excited now it was finally happening, and to not flinch when his father yelled at the poor person for playing a joke on them. It took a few hours but eventually, everyone was calm and rational, and plans were made to get his things from special shops before he could go to school in September.

[ooc note: admins approved of jasper’s prior knowledge of wizarding world.]

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Jasper is a generally reserved individual in crowded places. He likes to watch more than take part (a nice balance to his best friend’s outgoing personality, by far) and thinks things through before he gives it a go. He’s curious but not enough to act on impulse, instead often retiring to things he trusts, things he knows will be there without a doubt, like his camera, his books and his mother. After moving so many times and being thrown into over a dozen new schools, he is good at putting up a front depending on his mood. This is because he tried lots of new ‘Jaspers’ growing up, to see which would get the most friends. He has difficulty turning off his skill of mimicking people once he’s in a situation that he is unsure of, the instinct to copy in order to fit in deeply engraved in his behaviour. Despite this, he is mainly controlled and careful with how he’s viewed, taking it as a great compliment to be liked and worrying about those who don’t do so. Alone, he’s a witty and sarcastic boy that cares deeply, yet has the ability to ice himself, and anybody else, out without a second thought. Perhaps this is because he’s so used to being uprooted and not being able to keep friendships intact.


Unlike his friend’s short, Jasper is tall. He has long limbs that hint at being too skinny, with bony hands and thin shoulders. His skin is pale, ears slightly too big along with his round nose, thick lips and high dark eyebrows. The hair on his head that is often parted like curtains or pushed back by his hand is a dark brown (purposefully left long to the ears in a contrast to his father’s buzz cut of the same colour) mop that falls in front of his face more often than not, covering his blue eyes.

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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.

He’d tried to avoid the dungeons as much as he could - the dark gloom that often loomed there reminded him of the alleyways he’d been warned to steer clear of at home. However, he had to go to potions class (he’d promised his mam that he’d actually go to his classes now, unlike he did before) and that meant going into the dungeons sometimes, like now when he had dropped off his homework. Late but done, which he thought was more than fair considering he’d not missed a lesson so far, and was now trying to make his way out of the dark and into the light.

Jasper’s footsteps stopped to a halt when he heard something, though not quite sure what. It was closer than he expected, perhaps just around a corner if he had to guess and he squinted in the dark for the source. “‘Ello?”

The tiny voice (it would’ve come from a mouse if it was from a fairytale book) turned loud and had him flinching as if it was right in his ear. “Emma who? I dunno any Emma’s. Are ya okay?” He called back, trying to find her in the dark.


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