Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Chloe Ross
Gender: F
Age: 20? Yes, it's been confirmed. 20.

Education: 
Completed 1st-5th year, Hogwarts - Gryffindor
Would have been class of '38, but finished school via distance learning courses

Residence:
Boston, MA

Occupation:
Currently, waitressing.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No.

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 7
• Divination: 4
• Transfiguration: 7
• Summoning: 6

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Jackson Ross, et al.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)


"No. You're not going back there."

"But you can't do that, dad! You never stopped Derek or Brayden from going!"

"You know very well this is different. For one, I had no say in Brayden's schooling and that's an entirely different matter. Don't change the subject, young lady. Besides, Derek didn't even go until he was fifteen, and obviously he was mature enough to handle i-..."

There is a loud bark of dismissive laughter, before it's covered with more angry voices, a teenage girl's and deep baritone taking precedence over a voice shaking with tears. There would be no peace in the Ross house this summer.

---

The kids were being loaded up in the car. Derek, at least, could see to that. Even after all this time, she had never thought it strange they owned one. She had ridden broomsticks, been forcefully ejected from the floo network, and even grabbed a ride once the Knight Bus once on a dare during one of the summer breaks at school. But here, back at home, getting somewhere had meant getting in the car with mom and not saying a word about how inefficient the whole thing was.

It only made sense that they drove to and from the funeral. Besides, it was done in an entirely muggle fashion. No one would have known anything was out of the ordinary, and that's exactly how Emily Ross would have liked it. Her father had lingered until everyone else had left, staring vacantly at the tombstone. Chloe had no doubt that when he joined her mother, she would do everything the exact same way. Most people couldn't understand mixed marriages, but somehow her parents had always seemed to make it work.

Well, had.

She swallowed hard, refusing to let any tears fall. Derek would be going back to England, and this time, the first, Chloe would not ask to join him.

She tried not to interrupt his vigil as she approached, but the last remnants of autumn betrayed her as a shriveled leaf cracked under her step. Her father turned just as she slipped her hand in his and laid her head on his shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, dad. You still got me, right?" Just them against the world.

---

She had thought the heat in the south was oppressive.

Today, Boston seemed to be giving Virginia a run for it's money.

Her bangs clung to her face as Chloe made her way down the street, two bags of groceries wrapped haphazardly around one wrist as she fished in her pockets for her keys. She had been leaning to the left to compensate for the weight of the groceries, but now it seemed that her keys were going to be trapped forever and all she wanted to do was get out of this heat and oh Merlin why couldn't she just get them out...

She yanked them so hard they went flying down sidewalk. Lovely. At least she hadn't managed to drop the eggs. This time.

All she wanted was a cold drink. Finally, keys in hand, the door was opened and Chloe was greeted with the familiar living room. "Trigger!" She called out down the only hallway of the small apartment.

"I'm home."

Roleplay: 

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Roleplay Response:

It was her yell that had caught her attention.

The reminder of Florence was so sharp she practically smirked as she walked up to the other woman. Of course, as a stranger it would probably come off as rude as it looked...and maybe even Flo hadn't really enjoyed the sarcasm and looks Chloe had given her over their school years,  so at the last moment she attempted to do anything other than look like she was grimacing.

It didn't turn out well.

She probably just looked sympathetic. Yeah. That's right. Because heels breaking was just one of those things you know. Happens to all of us. She could hear the cliché small talk forming on her lips. This was one habit working in the service industry had reinforced time and again. Just another perk of the business, her boss said when she had complained. There was one thing though.

Chloe Ross did not wear heels.

"Really, what do you expect?" She had ducked down quickly enough to grab the other end of the heel. "You're walking around all day in these because...why? No one's looking at you." At this time of the day, people only had one thing on their mind: going home.

"If you're going to kill yourself all day doing...whatever this is," Chloe did not judge. She waved the heel at the other woman, encompassing everything. "...at least be comfortable."

OTHER
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