Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Dorothy Wilson
Birthday: 15/4/1948
Hometown: Scarborough
Bloodline: Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown
Magical Strength (pick one):Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination / Transfiguration / Charms /
Conjuring & SummoningYear (pick two): first year (first choice), second year
Biography: Dorothy was never supposed to be born. This fact was never made obvious to her, but she picked up on details, small ones, like the fact that her older sister had a double barrel name, Marilyn-Rose. In fact, Dorothy was pretty sure that she was supposed to be a Rose, but they weren't expecting a third child. The second point was that she had her own room, which would usually be a good thing, but her room was also the office whilst Lyn and Carrie got their own shared bedroom. She was never supposed to have a bedroom.
But, even though she knew she was an accident, she was certainly a happy accident. She was both this metaphorically and literally. A sunbeam who was always adored by her sisters, who she idolised. With an angelic face, and the classic Wilson looks. She immediately slotted into the family with ease, sharing her sisters bed when she had nightmares, or baking with Lyn, or watching Carrie do her makeup. Her dad taught her to gut a fish, and her mum taught her how to do cartwheels, flips, and baton twirling (unlike the other two, she had the fingers for it). She fit in.
Then her sister went off to a school for magicians, and she got thrust into a whole new life. Not only did she have to deal with people who were like her sister, only much meaner for reasons still unknown, but she did not belong. It was made blatantly clear by those her sister wanted her to meet, to fit in with. The closest thing was someone who she vaguely knew, but they got along, ate cupcakes.
But then Mari graduated, and the family moved. They toured all the way across America, meaning that she missed her first year at the school, and now she had to make up for it somehow. And she would make up for it somehow, that was a promise. → ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.House Request: she’s gonna be a hufflepuff, isn’t she?
Personality:Aspiring Beam of Sunlight, Dorothy is quite possibly the personification of her favourite colour: yellow. Incredibly cheerful, she allows any negativity to bounce straight off her, as instead of reacting, she prefers to ignore it. She’s also got an affinity toward baking, courtesy of her family, and enjoys (occasionally) causing chaos.→ RETURNING STUDENTS.I know she’s not an official returning student, since I never apped her but I felt like this was applicable to the situation.
How your character kept up with their studies: Whilst she was on the road with her sister, Dore was able to observe magic and began to get a slight headstart (if it could even be called that) because of this. However, they didn’t really have the time to keep up her studies, so instead, her family focused on what they knew best: muggle subjects. This is why Dore is being applied as a first year, as she is virtually completely unaware of magic, aside from a few random things. However, she learnt many stories about the school, and knows lots about the way Hogwarts works.→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.Option I:It was very damp down within the dungeons, she had never been warned that it was damp down there. She really should have anticipated this fact since the slytherin common rooms were apparently under the lake (although that must have made them very uncomfortable?). It was almost overwhelming, almost suffocating, Dore shook her head at her own stupidity-- it would not suffocate her, so she took a deep breath. And then instantly regretted it.
She found herself gagging on a sour burning smell, like someone had attempted to make a lemon tart, but had decided to cook it with the curd in it, and then had let it blacken and char, and then coated it in another layer of lemon juice. It was bad.
This was not the sort of place that you would do your gymnastics, which is why Dorothy found herself wandering near silently (so as to not disturb the smell, lest it get impossibly worse) down the corridors, a finger tracing the stone walls. Although she probably should have been scared, she found that she wasn’t. Perhaps it was the excitement of a new place, or the way that the atmosphere hinted at something new, unique, and exciting. She wanted to find out what was causing that excitement. This adrenaline caused her to ignore the cold, and instead venture further.
That was when she heard the voice, coming from around a corner. It somehow sounded rather familiar, as though she had heard it before. Maybe it was somebody from one of her classes? They must have been very quiet in all of her classes, as they were virtually whispering. Oh, she never responded, well, that wasn’t very like her. But the girl was continuing on.
“...Is Emma Birch here?”
Dorothy was not Emma Birch… wait, wasn’t that that ghost that people said lived in the dungeons? A rather evil grin came upon her face, as she attempted an incredibly bad ghost impression, whilst hidden away in her little corner.
“Wooo, yes I am Emma Birch… wooooooooooo”
And then she remembered how scared the other person had sounded, and how mean she was being to continue that fear. And so, the blonde stepped out from her little corner, and found herself staring at the other person-- a girl. A bright smile was quickly pulled on as she (quite literally) bounced down towards the other girl, her mouth opening to speak incredibly quickly, not caring if she cut others off-- a trait from her family.
“I was just kidding, I’m not Emma Birch it’s nice to meet you because I didn’t mean to scare you, though the dungeons aren't really that scary are they? Why did you come down here? I came here because I haven’t properly explored this area and it smells doesn't it? I wasn’t expecting it to smell this badly, though it is Scotland, which probably always smells like this, I can’t be sorry though, we are learning magic in a castle, which is really cool isn’t it? My sister came here, you know, what’s your family like? I’ve three sisters, only one is not magical, but she’s really cool. We like baking, what does your family do? We also model, that’s why you might recognise my sisters, I don’t like modelling though, I prefer baking-- cupcakes are really delicious, aren’t they? Do you prefer something else, some people like these things called croissants--”
Her french accent was notably bad.
“Though I don’t think they’re as good. My sister hates cakes, though, can’t stand sugar. She doesn’t even have a birthday cake!! I do, my last one was double chocolate chip with added chocolate buttercream. It was delicious! It was in America, we’ve just gotten back this year, and it was amazing, all the ocean and the sun, and the cheerleading. The cheerleading was a proper thing there, like a proper thing. It was amazing! I’m a flyer when I do it, that’s why I have the big bow, see? I think that you’re really cool, and by the way I’m Dorothy Wilson, so... what’s your name?”
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