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Archived Applications / Re: Jason Drake
« on: 28/04/2020 at 13:57 »Application for Hogwarts School
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Name: Jason Drake
Birthday: 22 May 1947
Hometown: Ashwell, Hertfordshire
Bloodline: Muggleborn
Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one): Charms
Year (pick two): Second or Third
Biography:
Jason's family is one ordinary but happy muggle family. His parents Carl and Emma are engineers and work at an auto repair shop that the family owns. His parents had met at Hertfordshire Technical College in 1942 and were married immediately after graduation. Jason was born in the summer of 47 and had the life of a normal kid in a little village in London, this however hadn’t lasted long.
It had been in the middle of afternoon last year when a man dressed in a funny looking cloak had come to his house and had handed him a letter. The Drake family never had a witch or a wizard in the line so every single aunt and uncle was shocked that Jason will not be attending middle school or high school for that matter. But after all the talks died down, Jason' parents assured her that they were proud of her and will continue to be on her side no matter where he goes or what he chooses.
Without a doubt Jason had chosen to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where he had already spent a year and was finally getting used to the magic world.
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House Request: Hufflepuff
Personality:
"You are too dumb to clear the quiz on your own." said Jason to his best friend. "Let me get a quick look at the questions on the test, I know they are in Mr. Cooper's office." Saying this Jason climbed up the pipe, into Mr. Cooper's office, took a quick look at the questions and now hours later he was out celebrating with his best friend, happy that he didn't flunk the quiz.
This is how young Jason was - Friendly, bluntly honest, risky and a fast learner.
Appearance:
Jason is of average height and has natural dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Jason is built averageish for his age. He is sort of shabby and never combs his hair.
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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.
Roleplay Response:
This morning Jason had woken up determined to try and use the latest muggle contraption his father had brought him from France. The small rectangular object had two even smaller round knobs. As Jason understood, turning these would create an image on the blank rectangular space.
Getting dressed he wondered is the images he drew on the object - Jason still hadn't gotten used to it's name - would be all magical and move like the photos in the wizarding world did. Even if they don't move on their own, I'm sure a little magic could help Jason thought to himself. Determined to achieve the impossible he hurried towards the library, however it was not long before his tummy rumbled and he was forced to head for breakfast.
By the time Jason was done with breakfast - and had now completely given up on trying to get the images to move - he decided that he would head to the dungeons to look for something to capture as art. He was sure that he would find something interesting in the dungeons of a really really old school for magic.
A significant amount of time had passed since Jason's arrival at the dungeons and unfortunately the most interesting thing he has come across was green moss on a grey wall. It was when Jason was almost about to give up on his drawing adventure that he heard a noise, in fact Jason could have sworn that it was someone saying "H-hello". Trying to find the source of this mysterious whisper he spotted a blonde girl, who now spoke more clearly, "Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"
Jason knew that Emma Birch was a student who had been murdered at Hogwarts but had she really turned into a ghost and did she really hang out in the dungeons? May be this could be something interesting he thought to himself. What he could not understand was why was an little girl from Gryffindor looking for her. Having seen the girl jump at the sound of her own voice Jason approached her carefully.
"No, but I am" he said holding out his hand, "Jason Drake, and you are?"
Stuffing his muggle contraption into his robes, Jason hoped that his coming to the dungeons might not have been a total waste of time after all.
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