Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Robert Vincent Patrick Madigan. Or Bo.
Gender: Male
Age: 21. If I did maths right.

Education: 
Hogwarts '72 '34?

Residence:
London

Occupation:
"Security" at Gild's Quills. Various odd jobs.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place?
Not particularly.

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 7
• Transfiguration: 10
• Divination: 6
• Summoning: 9

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:
None currently. A lot previously.

Biography:
"You’re a bastard Bo Madigan."

He had started out so well.

Those who had known Bo as a child would be hard pressed to see anything in the man today. He was such a nice boy, born in Kinsale, Ireland to muggles Robert Vincent Patrick ("Bobby," as he was known to everyone) and Bridget Madigan. Maybe it was a sign of what of what awaited him when in the years to come when his father abandoned his mother not to long after his first birthday. She should have been devastated, being left for a mere secretary and being forced to raise her only child alone. Instead the woman through herself into the task, devoting herself to him, calling him Bob in order to distinguish him from his 'no good rascal of a father.' It was one of the nicer things she called him, and most of the times they were proceeded by a good fifth of whiskey.

He grew up to hate that name. But even in the best circumstances, who wouldn't?

They clung together with a fierce loyalty through those early years. Bridgette knew her Bob was something special, and while she didn't understand why so many owls surrounded their apartment so suddenly, she agreed to let him go the school they mentioned in their strange letters. Everyone who was anyone sent their children away to boarding school, and she only wanted to do the best for her Bob. As torn as he was, the boy resolutely promised himself that no matter what happened, one thing from now on was going to change...

His first words as he turned to his Hufflepuff neighbor were, "Hi, my name's...Bo."

Years passed and life passed by like it does for all Hogwarts students. Bo wasn't the brightest in his class, but he got managed to get by. There was a reason he was not in Ravenclaw. He was completely content to be entirely average until she came along. Lucia Dvorak. His first true love. Or at least, the first girl who had really deigned to notice the Hufflepuff. She was intoxicating. As a fifth year he had spent an entire year, and some of his sixth, courting her. Cute notes tucked away in books, surprising her with flowers and picnics. She was the first girl to hold his hand, his first kiss....

His first real mistake.

She broke up with him as soon as she was bored. He had been devastated, not sure what he had done wrong. In his eyes, he had been the perfect boyfriend. He couldn't fathom why someone could walk away from that.

The Hufflepuff hid his broken heart in more tangible things. Suddenly, he didn't care about anyone else's feeling but his own. His final years at Hogwarts were spent in a blur of girls, detentions, and it was a surprise even to him when they allowed him to graduate. The only shining moment had come late in his seventh year, during the Inter-School Games, where he had been chosen to represent Hogwarts in dueling.

It was then that Flynn Langley walked into his life.

And she would be the end of him.

Roleplay:
It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.

Roleplay Response:

Bo Madigan hated children.

Hell, he barely managed to potty train the puppy he had gotten for Flynn. In general, the young man was of the opinion that if he didn't have to see them, speak to them, or hear them, he could pleasantly ignore their very existence. Bo had other things more important on his mind. Important things. Like, how to, one day, get Flynn to forgive him? Did he actually let Robbie outside this morning before he'd left his flat? Was the milk in his fridge still okay if it was three days past the expiration date? Maybe after he finished up here on his shift here on Knockturn he'd remember to finally pick some up.

So when he felt a tug on his shirt, it took him a moment to react. Bo glanced down, expecting maybe a goblin or something. Anything would have been preferable to the child who stared up at him, demanding his attention without a care of his own to do list.

"Sam...what?" He blurted, still caught off guard as she rattled on. It was only once she had held up the puffskein for further inspection that he put two and two together. Bo hastily glanced around the alley. Who in their right minds would let a kid down here? Weren't they supposed to be kept on leashes or something? Bo Madigan had no idea what to do with the girl.

"Uh, well..." With a visible effort he kept himself from swearing. "I'm sure she's around here somewhere?" No one was close to them.

Well, if he was going to be forced into this, he'd at least get something out of the deal. Gild had taught him that much.

"Hey, you don't know how long milk stays good for, do you? Would your mum know?"

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(Remember that time I hit post instead of preview when I decided to do this? That was fun.)