Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Arminia Helene Meadowes
Gender: Female
Age: 23

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry – Gryffindor House – Class of 1935

Residence:
1818 Foley Street, Wizarding London

Occupation
Secretary - - Codebreaker

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?
I would like to have Arminia be a part of the Merlin's Order of Defence as a Codebreaker. She's incredibly good with patterns and would have presented fantastic prospects in school, but like so many young women of her time, would have been forced to work in a position that did not suit her brilliant mind.
She might have kept her sights set on a Ministry position until the war broke out and she was drafted or approached or whatever suits plot-wise.
 
Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

• Charms: 10
• Divination: 4
• Transfiguration: 12
• Summoning: 6

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
I don't think so at this present time!

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Dashiell Vallen
retired: Matilda Gaskell, Marlen Gaskell, Poppy Tietjens, Lady Persey de Wimsy, Michon Dubois

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
For Arminia, everything was just a puzzle to be solved.
Her parents, not nearly as intelligent as she would be, held prestigious jobs for being the unknown purebloods they were. Edgar Meadowes was a quiet member of the Wizengamot having studied the Wizarding laws during his final year at Hogwarts. Leila Meadowes was a curator at London's biggest Wizarding Art Gallery after studying the classics at Beauxbatons. They met through mutual friends and hit it off in a rather normal fashion. Their wedding was slightly artsy, but small, which evened out any outlandish qualities it may have possessed. And when they had their first child, a boy they named Hector, who would only appear to be as intelligent as his future younger sister, everything seemed entirely regular.
That ended with the birth of Arminia four years later.
From the offset, she seemed exceedingly normally. She inherited her mother's French complexion and her father's nose in a very usual pretty way. She weighed no more and no less than the most average of children. Following Hector, everything seemed natural. It wasn't until Arminia began to hone her sight that things proved different for this child. Her big round eyes, curbed by the innocence of childhood, were far too inquisitive and calculating. By the time Hector was in school, she spent most of her summers observing him practicing his spells and labouring through assignments, making the most natural of mental notes to do things differently when her time came around. She could remember everything down to a particular detail just by staring at it. If her parents had thought twice (or been in any way familiar with muggles) they would have realized she possessed a photographic memory and an intelligence to cooperate with it.
The suspicions of her parents were confirmed when Arminia – affectionately called "Minnie" by those who chose to do so – received her letter from Hogwarts. They were expecting to receive word of her admission into Ravenclaw (where her father had been and where Hector now stood) but instead came to hear that their daughter had been immediately sent to Gryffindor. The news was nearly baffling. But as Arminia grew and grew into a young woman, the freedom of expression and vivacity afforded to her by Gryffindor house nurtured her personality, something being surrounded by those of a similar mindset would not have been gracious with.
Before Arminia knew what had happened, seven years passed and she found herself graduated from Hogwarts with no real clue of what to do next. She thought of what she enjoyed most in school (only to come up with different opinions each second) and the advice her enthusiastic professors had provided her with. Drawing no conclusions led to an internship at the Ministry, with suits and ties and red lipstick (her favourite) and real work that affected the Wizarding world. It seemed suitable.
Then came the night of confusion, and then came the war that devastated the world.
Hector, in the height of his position at his chosen industry, was not sent to war. But Arminia received owl after owl with news of the people she knew who had disappeared and who had been questioned and who had been marked a traitor. She remembered every word and every picture every waking moment. At one point, late in the night with her pillow smothered over her face to try and block out the images, she genuinely thought herself going mad.
But the war can be full of opportunity for a select few. Arminia seemed rooted to be one of those lucky people.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:
**Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Another day of mental grids and pictures meant just another day.
Snow wafted down in a soft waltz of patterns, reminding Arminia of the last time she had visited her mother's home in France. She crinkled her nose as she felt herself move unwillingly to the left. The best wishes of a man in a business suit who seemed to be going somewhere terribly important. Much more important than an office girl attempting to make her way back from her lunch break. Arminia smiled instead of frowning, and focused on the snowflakes in the air. It hadn't snowed in France – she and Hector had visited in late April – but the orchard had been full of blossoming apple trees with white petals that fluttered down in endless twirls and turns.
She saw every petal exactly as it had been.
Arminia fixed her red tweed coat, adjusting her leather gloves immediately afterwards. Diagon Alley was at its busiest at lunch. While lunch times varied in patterns, it was Arminia's opinion that the worst time to exit for lunch was at 12:18 in the afternoon. She'd noted that particular time on 57 different clocks over the past four years of working in one of the busiest parts of town when she felt most annoyed at the rushes of wizards squeezing together to get a sandwich or a biscuit or a visit within the allotted half or full hour each was given. Consistent.
The word consistent had barely made an impression in her mind before Arminia's feet went barreling out from underneath her body. She landed – awkwardly – on an explosion of red and gold tinsel, which stuck to her coat in every which way and covered her in one of the most difficult substances she had ever tried to remove – glitter.
"For Merlin's sake!" shouted the person she assumed owned the tinsel now covering her. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"
Arminia looked away from the sparkles to smile at the huffing man attempting to contain his own anger at his present situation.
"At least it matches my coat," she offered, fiddling to find her wand. "We'll get it cleaned up in no time. Terribly busy time to be out and about."


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