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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character name: Andromeda Wagner (Previous Accepted Professor App))

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Adrian Alric and co.

Character age: 31; August 20th, 1928

Character education: Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Faked) [Actual Certificate comes from the MACUSA Department of Wizarding Education, or DEWEY.]

Strength and weaknesses (details please):

Physical description: She stands at 5'5, weighing 120 pds. She has long, sleek hair that, while previously encompassing any color of the rainbow she chose, was now permanently transfigured to a sharp shade of blue. Her father was wizard of prominent European stock while her mother was a muggle dancer of Afro-Brazilian descent. She has an athletic figure, tan skin, thin features, almond eyes, and a menacing thick-lipped smile that is part mischief and part mayhem with little else in between.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Red-alert survival instincts, cultivated out of necessity, has warped what could have been a normal, fun-loving gal into the person she is now. She's brash, outspoken, ultimately jaded, and always suspicious for what someone's angle is. Her sweetness is a facade; it's sincerity usually reserved for non-humans, though she does approach her students aloofly and her co-workers indifferently. It's far easier to play the role of the fool, in her mind, than for anyone to actually expect anything from you.

If she does come to trust you and call you friend, be warned that she can get overbearing. By overbearing, it could be a literal thing where she jumps on your back because she's tired of walking. Or whining about the smallest of things. She remains had always felt like it was perpetually stuck at the age of nine, where her life seemingly forced her to grow up and fend for herself and her childish personality is symptomatic of that inner struggle at being ripped out of a normal childhood. However, now on the wrong side of thirty, there is a more somber shade of her soul that has matured much of her mentality-- as has much of what she's experienced the last two years.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: This is the third time Andy has applied to teach at Hogwarts. The first had been out of desperation, where she wanted to continue living a similar life to the one she had in Ilvermorny but seemingly distraught on how to do that. It had been ever-rewarding; a life spent making googly-eyes at professors, berating children, and taking care of magical creatures that were very dear to her. The second had seen her following her years of anxiousness and escapism, one that had her leave originally to run away with a road-faring carnival, to return with her most creative idea for instructing a lesson plan catered to her interests and experiences. That one hadn't been accepted and it left her moving forward in a different direction.

Now, she returns for a third time far more confident in her abilities and aspirations. She's delved into the well of magic and could see possibilities not thought before, especially when molded into modern muggle technology. She wants the position at Hogwarts because she knows she can do it and has her own ulterior motives, after hearing rumors of the constant turmoil leaking out of there, to add some stability to a place she once held dear. For any others...

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):



Two years didn't feel like a long time.

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February 1957

"It was you, wasn't it?" The tone she took, not only one of accusation but one rarely heard in the presence of the man being addressed, was taken as refreshing for his old ears. He did not smile, for that would be too giving. Instead, he lifted his mug and took another sip of steaming coffee.

"You did this. Brought me to this. Here." He wasn't alone, of course. She should know that. A quick glance beyond her and a shake of his head let the two guards continue to be simply a part of the background. He had this firmly under control, as he did with all things. She would lose her bluster soon enough. Silver eyes lifted from his glass to level her with a chilling gaze, aiming at the chair in front for her to sit down. It only took four seconds before she moved to his will.

"You hold me in too high regard to blame me for, whatever it is you wish to blame me for," he replied coolly. He already knew what she was referring to. Andromeda Wagner had been left to her own devices, outside of his sphere of making things possible, and found that it was not as easy a world to exist in. She'd failed to find not only purpose, but meaning. The desperation in her voice, the degree in which she would be so brash towards him, spoke to her current straights. She was overdue on rent by a month. She had already drifted into sullying her hands in petty theft, an act that assaulted her own sensibilities as it brought her back to a world before she'd been trained. A few weeks left to herself, without guidance, would either put her on a path of cheap criminality or mundane living-- both of which he knew she wouldn't be able to suffer through for long.

"What is it you want?" she asked, arms crossed, stare unblinking, already mentality submitted.

"I was only curious to see how you were faring. I am leaving this sad, gloomy, little island. Lucky for you, it would seem, that I contacted you when I did." As if knowing it was being referenced, the crow resting on his shoulder squawked. He took the time to reach for a cracker, breaking its wrapping between his fingers, and holding it out for the black avian to take.

"I offer you the same deal I did before. Except, this time," he rose from his seat, assisted by the black cane with the metal handle shaped like an predatory bird's head. "There will be no room for anything but your complete adherence." His gaze moved past her, nodding to his two guards, before leaving the table behind. He could hear her footsteps following behind him, flanked by the two he had arrived with. It was only then that he allowed himself to grin.

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April 1959

"When d' ye know?" Andy's smile evoked a softness that anyone that knew her would understand was teasing. No matter how trained an expression was, those eyes couldn't hide what she was trying to cover up. It's what generally drew him to her originally, why he thought he could trust her if by that he meant at least knowing she wouldn't be so stupid to do this.

The auror lay on the ground rather helpless. She'd taken his wand and stood over him triumphantly. His robes had been turned into a sticky goo, similar to a spider's web, that had him completely immobilized.

"Brody, you really shouldn't sneak up on a lady like that."

She'd left his face uncovered so he spat on the ground.

"Silly boy. We knew you were playing both sides for a while now. You'll be just the reward I need to give Him to finally get what I want now that I have proof." She held the letter like a handkerchief, waving it at him daintily.

"Next time, try to be honest when dealing with forces greater than you. Everyone likes to get their hands dirty, yet you still don't know when it's time to wash your hands." The blue-haired witch squatted low, forearms resting on her knees, as she planted a kiss on the crown of his head.

"Some of us aren't so lucky to be able to leave this all behind."


SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

"I knowwwww," she elongated. A short chuckle escaped her lips, hoping futilely to wear away some of that icy demeanor. Professor Ivanova seldom broke an expression. She was a surly one and Andy figured that she left the... Nordic? woman's mind the moment she left a room and it was only upon seeing her application did it return.

Three times sitting in this seat had lead to thrice arriving a few minutes late and thrice having the headmistress give her the same frigid speech. There was no excuse for it, if there ever even was. Whether it be a ghost or a house elf or straw cat, Andromeda Wagner would always be perpetually behind.

"I can explain but I know it won't do me any good. Suffice it to say, I came very prepared for this. Headmistress, do you know what I've been doing since the last time we spoke?"

Andy's story was an ill-conceived fabrication. She assumed the headmistress understood. If it was true, it broke about seventeen different ministry statutes in the first three minutes. The blue-haired witch liked to think of herself as a gifted storyteller. She wasn't, of course, but she liked to believe it.

"And see, that's why I'd be perfect for the position. I wouldn't be wasting your time if I didn't think I was the right person for the job. There's so much chaos out there in the world. Sometimes, you simply want to delve into the familiar and the safe. Truly, is there a safer place in all the magical world than Hogwarts?"


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Archived Applications / Andy Wagner for Professor!
« on: 11/04/2019 at 05:35 »


CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Andromeda (Andy) Wagner ( Previous Prof App )

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Adrian Alric, Orion Alricsson, Lupin Sol, Sydney Lamont

Character age: 29; August 20th, 1928

Character education:Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Faked) [Actual Certificate comes from the MACUSA Department of Wizarding Education, or DEWEY.]

Strength and weaknesses (details please): When taking into account her wayward beginnings into studying magic, Andy has proven to be a very gifted witch. She has had to rely on it for survival when she was left abandoned on the streets and has always used it to get by. While transfiguration has always been her forte, circumstances lately had advanced her skills in charms and conjuring as well. She considers herself well-rounded enough to teach. On her own time, she also expanded her knowledge in magi-zoology, psychology, and ecology.

Her main strength and weakness derive from her survivalist mentality, a life led living out of a war-torn orphanage that has her foundation built on suspicion even if her demeanor would strike you as overtly friendly. It's her general ruse to behave in such a way that would place people into a false sense of security, where she could judge a person acutely removed from being taken seriously so she could see who could truly be trusted. Keeping herself guarded is paramount, as she really only opens up to people she has judged as completely harmless. It probably explains why she is the best of acquaintances and the worst of friends, preferring the company of children and animals since their innocence is something she could trust in-- much like the one she felt lost to her long ago.

Teaching, it would seem, is a logical strength for her. She is extremely charismatic, unfazed and sweet with an abundance of encouraging positivism. Andy tries to make herself accessible to all her students, only asking that they be honest when asking her for things. Acute at diagnosing people as she is, as a professor she strives to make her lessons easy, fun, and this course in particular skewing heavily into sociology where she hopes that her students will learn more about themselves through the medium of her planning.

Physical description: She has an athletic frame, cocoa-butter skin tone, thin features, almond eyes, and a menacing thick-lipped smile that is part mischief and part mayhem. She's of mixed heritage, only sure of one while the other is a guess. Her long hair is never the natural color, usually transfigured in some shade of red or purple or blue.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): She is ever the chameleon, red alert survival instincts that have warped a normal girl into whatever she's become. She's brash, outspoken, and always looking for what someone's angle is. Her sweetness is usually reserved for non-humans, though she does approach her students aloofly and her co-workers indifferently. If she does come to trust you and call you friend, be warned that she can get overbearing and whiny. She remains perpetually stuck at the age of nine, where her life seemingly forced her to grow up and fend for herself and her childish personality is symptomatic of that inner struggle at being ripped out of a normal childhood.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Her time spent as an educator was the one she found most rewarding in her wayward life. From Ilvermony to Hogwarts, being able to interact with students has fostered her best spirit-- one where she can feel genuine and comfortable in her own skin rather than feeling she would have to stay removed from interacting. There is an innocence in youth she appreciates, the troubled teenage years she remembers for having to play mother to a full room of children. Something she feels keenly and wants to steer as a positive influence at a time where it could be lost by being forced to grow up to soon... much like she had.

After spending years removed from it, needing to force herself into a role for others, she is happy to be able to now choose the path for herself. The one she wants most, since Ilvermony was still a place she could not go to, was to return to the Hogwarts staff and immerse herself in that world as the eccentric woman who couldn't believe she was nearing thirty.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):

[ Her biography proper could be found HERE ]

Teaching was hard.

Andy hadn't thought it would be. Magical creatures were almost as easy to manage as her students. The students did their part in the menagerie and the new creatures she had given a home, much like the school had given her, took to their environment as eagerly as she had. After her first year, she had felt that this would be a place she could grow with each successive term.

Girl, let me tell you. She was wrong.

There was a reason she picked out the creatures she had. There was a huge profit to find in each; a business she had hoped would contribute to the school that soon grew out of her control. There was the arduous negotiating over the mooncalves' fertilizer, the salamander's scales. The shadow of the man who had given her an out from the troubles she had found herself in looming large and insistent that it was a good time to collect the favor with interest. Howard had her pinned under his thumb; he haunted her dreams incessantly and she found it impossible to be free of him. Then there was her traveling circus family she had previously immersed her life in needing to hide certain illegal magical creatures and figured she owed it to them to do so before they faced the repercussions from it.

It became terribly overwhelming. Always the first to run, she ended up forcing herself to go against her base instinct to flee. Against all rationality, she decided to sacrifice her own self-interest.

Andy took drastic steps to get from under the consequences of her past mistakes. It meant leaving her responsibilities at Hogwarts, her class and her treasured creatures, to others as she worked on turning them into a profit for her benefactor. After trying to run it straight, she ultimately became an in-between for London's black market dealings even if it sickened her to resort to living that sort of life. While she promised herself it was bore of necessity, that it wouldn't last very long, months began to pile up until she couldn't bear it anymore. Becoming an asset did not make her beholden. Continuing to question why she was doing it was making her feel, for the first time in her life, that she was not at peace with who she was.

Confronting him was the hardest thing she ever had to attempt doing. When you dealt with magical forces far beyond you, it was like trying to chisel a statue out of a block of stone with a wooden spoon. She felt the overwhelming hopelessness of her nine year-old self wondering how she could find herself abandoned in a country whose language she did not even speak. She didn't know if it was his power at work that made her feel like that, small and vulnerable, but when she tried to confront him-- she found she couldn't and ran off with the circus once more.

Circus living had always fit her. It was a moving community of oddballs trying to keep their marbles in place. Ones success was everyone's success. Time revolved around their shows: the repetition of building up and breaking down week after week. Spreading wonder, in her mind, to bright, receptive faces.

Andy was a jack-of-all-trades. She quickly ascended in their microcosm, handling all sorts of responsibilities outside of her usual care for the magical creatures-- the most important one in her eyes as her relationship to the beasts in her care had her living and dying by their welfare. She took to flying the trapeze, walking the tightrope while juggling or spinning a variety of objects (usually ablaze), and taking on the role of a clown she named Resentful Rosemary who was the butt of the early jokes only to get back the other clowns in fiendish ways.

Like many occasions in her life, Andy found that all of her successes would come to a screeching halt. The circus disbanded after finding that they could not sustain all of their expenses. As a group, they were not willing to degrade themselves like many other similar acts by giving a platforming for deformities or rare, dark branches of magical maladies that brought in a different, if not wealthier, clientele. They were performers aimed at family's in the lower classes and did not look to appease pureblood patronage.

It costs them their livelihoods and Andy was left back in square one.

To her surprise (although, she should have ultimately made the connection), that is when Howard found her.

The eccentric wizard unnerved her with his frigid disposition, his cool, sly smile that felt out of place so near his smoldering eyes. Yet, when she expected to be obliterated for fleeing from him, the man simply let her know her role in his European enterprise would not be necessary. She would not be allowed to return to the states, or that hemisphere at all, but she was welcome to continue here as the man's business had become unmanageable with the resurgence of better-structured European institutions that proved to make it too difficult to exist in the shadows.

Ever suspicious, it took a couple of days for Andy to absorb the seismic changes. She had no need to run anymore and her means to do so had now come to an end. The situation that had ended without any real repercussions was only accepted by her because, truly, if Howard didn't mean what he said then she wouldn't have any means to retaliate anyway. She had to take him at his word and know her role and knowledge was obviously treated as purely secret, though she knew that this situation mirrored the past one and if Howard ever had need of someone to do his bidding in this part of the world then he'd find her once more.

The woman, her twenties as chaotic a time as could be recounted, had to figure out what she would do now.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

"Oh, Headmistress!" she cooed, her voice sinking into a pitch soaked in almost nauseating sweetness.

"It's amazing to see you! As well as everyone else in the castle! Which is why I am just a tad bit late," Andy figured that if she could continue rambling, the headmistress might just resign herself to thanking that she had at least saved herself from five minutes of this.

"You are well aware how large this castle is! You get so used to traveling through apparition and then you get here and find you are totally out of practice. I actually tried to make the spell work for a couple of minutes before one of the ghosts told me that it isn't going to work. I had to pry it out of him after he spent a few moments loudly laughing at me! The nerve!" By that point, Andromeda Wagner had already slid into the empty seat, completely unaware if Anneka had given her permission or if she was going to simply order her to leave.

"But, you know what they say. Gotta kill them with kindness. Far less of a mess. You'd think a ghost would have two lifetimes, or maybe three. I'm not sure how long a ghost life would qualify in terms of human lives. But you'd still imagine that they would have some experience with a lady. Between us girls, if you play along and bat your eyelashes enough it'll even make a specter blush. What a lonely existence that must be," she went on, crossing over her legs and making the same facial expressions she had done to the ghost.

"Then you get stuck trying to hear all the gossip you missed once you tell them you worked here before. I couldn't believe it myself! But, that's not what this is about. A story or ten for another time. I did bring this!" She held up a briefcase: thin, brown leather swinging by her handle.

"Just a a small stack of ideas to run by you if I get the position. I can run through the best ones, I don't want to keep you from anything too long. I know how important your time is for you," she said without skipping a beat. She only paused to take in a breath, times perfectly to let her way to reinforce her apology sit.

"Are book returns an issue still? I have a fun system for charming paper airplanes that explode into confetti to remind students that their books are due back. Orrrrr there's also this neat idea for a book club I have!" Andy knew her enthusiasm would have to win her over. It was like taking an ax of words to a tree and she had to just keep chopping and chopping until it broke down. Continue smearing apple butter on the Headmistress. So she rambled, and pushed through, until it became abundantly clear that she was here under the false pretense.

Until she realized that she was suppose to be interviewing for a professor's position.

And the one she had previously served in had been filled.

Ever the improviser, Andy's beaming smiled masked fully her crumbling confidence and she found her way into shilling what she thought could be a class.

"You know what's really cooking back in the states, Headmistress? That everyone is going ape for?"

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Andromeda (Andy) Wagner

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Adrian Alric

Character age: 24; August 20th, 1928

Character education: Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Faked) [Actual Certificate comes from the MACUSA Department of Wizarding Education, or DEWEY.]

Strength and weaknesses (details please): Andy's greatest strength and, ultimately, her biggest weakness is her survivalist mentality. Although outwardly a giving and gracious person (at least, she inspires to be as such), she puts her needs far above anyone else. She thinks highly critically, prepared to defend herself on reflex. Still, she is a rather astute recognizer of people. Those skills, more than her magical or intellectual, help her get things done. Andy likes to think of herself as a natural "manager", getting people to do things for her is all-important when you lacked the means to provide for yourself.

Other generic strengths and weaknesses: She is better at Transfiguration than the other three forms of magic. Her forged specialties center around Magical Psychology, as well as ecology and magi-zoology. She has shown an aptitude for dealing with animals, both magical and non. She did so at Ilvermorny and used that experience as a means to find her current job in Britain.

Physical description: She stands at 5'5, weighing 115 pds. She has long, sleek hair that is occasionally transfigured into a bright, neon-like shade of red in order to stand out. Her father was wizard of prominent European stock while her mother was a muggle dancer of African-Brazilian descent. She has an athletic figure, tan skin, thin features, almond eyes, and a menacing thick-lipped smile that is part mischief and part mayhem.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Brash, confident, and outspoken, Andy thinks everything in life is a bad joke. She is never one for learning new names. Sweet pet names have been more her style. At her core, she is a people-pleaser who would have been an easy sort into Hufflepuff. While her vocabulary is severely lacking, Andy does enjoy reading history and taking care of animals, no matter how hard each of those can be. Her life was not destined to be a simple one and her persona has warped into an inflated ego on toned shoulders.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: When she enrolled to teach at Ilvermorny, the school she had always aspired to attend, it had been a dream come true. She immersed herself in the lore of the castle, obsessing over her profession as the school librarian. Giving back to young students helps to ease the guilt she still harbors after her orphanage was shutdown. Hogwarts is an opportunity to follow her calling, and with her forged paperwork and the Hexenreich keeping the isle of Britain in the dark, Andy felt poised to gain entry into the prestigious school in the hopes of continuing that calling.

Of course, that was before her plans fell along with the Hexenreich regime and now, with the isle out of its isolation, she still hopes that her last two years as the caretaker for magical creatures for a traveling circus gives her enough credentials to teach. Maybe. Possibly. Also the faked things.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):

Her Biography proper can be seen HERE!


May 1948
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Andy sat in the Headmaster's office in the castle of Ilvermorny waiting for his arrival. The room had grown familiar to her the past couple of years of being part of the staff and she sat as if it was her name scribbled on the door. Her legs were crossed brazenly, hiking-up the end of her red dress above her knees. She slouched on the seat; hands tucked behind her head, her slender fingers ruffling through the roots of her free-flowing violet hair.

She had debated keeping her hair the bright crimson she was used to, but thought better of it once she settled on her attire for her meeting with the headmaster. It would not do to accent everything as red, despite how badly she desired to head the house that donned those colors. The dress would do; a simple two-strap red dress that she had transfigured to sparkle and shine like brilliant rubies bound together.

Andy composed herself once the man entered the room, bringing her hands down to settle on her knees as she waited for him to sit down. He appeared haggard, his hair more disheveled than usual. Had he not gotten enough sleep lately? Andy knew that there were a few positions that required filling. She hoped beyond hope that this was in relation to that. It was hard to remain poised when her childhood dream, being the Head of Wampus, seemed as an actual possibility if she played her cards right. First, a professorship. Then, helping assist in all the extra-curricular activities she could throw herself at. Lastly, her dream.

"Hello Ms. Wallace-" 'Oh no, he used my last name.' "Over the past two years of your residence here, I have witnessed you inch your way closer and closer to the heart of the school. Many of our students adore you, while some of your peers have... less kind things to say." 'Who's he talking about? Regina? That weak excuse for a witch...'

Now, his dark eyes settled on her. The look he had, hard chin sticking out while his nostrils flared, did not ease her spirits. In Andy's mind, she had always felt her charms worked on the man. He always smiled at her and she always tip-toed the line of professionalism when it came to the person in the most prominent position at Ilvermorny. This was completely different than anything she had experienced, but she remained stoic and reasoned it did not have to do with her. 'He's just letting out some steam. Does he trust me more than anyone else?'

"I have always had my doubts on who you were, but during these ill times, with pressing needs here and global problems abroad-" 'Oh no...' "-I was content on remaining ignorant, that was until we finally made connection with Hogwarts-" 'Oh, no. Please no!' "-and they have no record of you ever being there. It would seem that they are desperate for professors too, even going so far as contacting schools outside of their quarantined island."

His words faded, far more distant than her past felt. Andy's eyes dropped to the floor, her heel anxiously tapping in a fast rhythm. It had finally happened. She had faked her way through the education system and the bell had finally rung. Would they imprison her? What was next? She did not know what to think, instinct took over as she looked back up to stare at him and did the first impulse she felt.

She cried.

It started softly, a small stream flowing down each eye as her face began to tense up. A short instance passed until it magnified and she began to bawl like a tantrum-struck baby. Her face reddened, flush cheeks and snot bubbling about her nose. To his credit, the headmaster stood up and tried to console her but Andy held out her hand to stop him.

"Can I... sniff... snifff... just have a minute please? I'll... sniff... gather my things, I-" again, the tears led to wailing and he nodded, stepping right out the door. She continued sobbing, but she was already trying to salvage what she could. Andy pulled forth her wand, aiming the eleven inches of hard oak at herself and using a Kamiflage charm silently. She then stood up and rummaged through the Headmaster's workspace, fiddling through papers until she found what could save her: his signature.

Andy was very good at copying signatures. Or at least stealing them. She folded the paper in hand, some grounds appropriation bill for the grounds, and placed it in her pocket. She would need to hurry before her plan was discovered. That was, until it already was.

"You lied," the voice froze her in place, a snicker easily sheding any thoughts of fighting her way out of there. She turned to stare at aged wizard, her face softening into coded allure that was met with a waving off of his hand. "I am not going to turn rat on you, girl," Howard said, "No need to fake that face for me."

"You were here the entire time, weren't you?" Andy crossed her arms, not liking her entire future in the hands of this most dangerous wizard. The gall to slither invisibly around the castle, even in the offices of the Headmaster! When you had the profound skill that this man possessed, she was angry at him and more at the sheer misfortune of having this be the hour he decided to sleuth.

"Indeed. Looks like you are in a tough spot. Lying about graduating? Faking your references? Didn't one of them actually show up here?" She smiled slyly, letting the question go unaswered. They both knew it had been her the entire time.
"Gonna be sad to see ya go," Howard said, the mirth in his voice still keeping her from visibly tensing. "Where that is, I guess that's up to you."

"Not you?" she asked impertinent, eyebrow rising at just what he was thinking. Howard did not follow anyone's codes or rules but his own. Andy had no idea where her crimes fell on that line.

"Nope, not me. You don' good, lass. I've seen you around these grounds, trying to put more good out there than bad. You were made for this kind of stuff. No reason anyone should take that away."

She smiled despite her trepidation. Andy wanted to believe him, though, trusting was never as easy as others made it out to be. There would be a cost for this, she knew. Hopefully, it veered away from anything she would instantly regret.

"Now, I could use a pair of eyes across the pond. Lot of things going on over there, with muggles running around trying to forget that there is still danger in the world." She nodded, trying to follow along and discern just what he was getting at. "You'll be on your way, this one should be back any minute soon and making him see things my way is going to take some convincing. You'll find your forgeries correct. Should make it simple to find work out there in Britain."

"Britain?" she asked, sucking in her breath at the tense anxieties of her new life. Twenty minutes had spun around everything she had known and threw them on a boat across the Atlantic. Andy could only nod and smile, realizing that she should show some gratitude. This was a chance for her and she could also bow her head at how Howard had complimented her. Then, he asked a question in return.

"You know about Hogwarts, yeah?"



SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.


Roleplay Response: 

"You've been at this castle for that long?" Andy was beside herself, shaking her head and laughing haughtily at the ghost in front of her. Her laughter proved to be infectious, the specter joining in her mirth with a chortling laugh that reverberated eerily off the walls. She extended her index finger to point through the ghost's corporeal form, giggling as her finger made a small loop that prodded at the specter.

"You've seen so much. Once I get this job, I will be counting on you to help me find my way." Batting her eyelashes, Andromeda walked right through the specter, laughing as she did so on her way to the Headmistress's office.

'Headmistress, that presents different tact entirely,' she told herself, moving her slender hands to her head to tighten her long ponytail. Her outfit was not one of her favorites. The dress robes that adorned her looked like a cross between a student's uniform and a boy's prom tuxedo. It was very unlike her. Andy preferred tight, contouring dresses than this gender neutral get-up. She was astute enough to realize it would not have the same effect as it had on her previous school's headmaster. 

The Headmistress was waiting for her in the office, though the look that greeted her did not show the warmth she had hoped to receive. It was sour; narrowed and icy. Andy tried to remain composed through the stare-down but was broken when the woman in front of her spoke.

"You are late."


'Am I?' she almost said aloud. Her brown eyes scanned the room for a clock, having truly forgotten when they were suppose to meet. She had planned to arrive very early, though quickly lost herself in the giant castle once her visitor's pass was approved. The history of the castle, hundreds of years old, was far too promising a venture to only be confined strictly to an appointment (even if that "appointment" would allow her to come back).

"I am deeply sorry, headmistress," was all she could say before acting as if it barely phased her and taking one of the empty seats in front of Ivanova's desk. This one did not seem like the type to tolerate excuses. She lifted the brown leather briefcase she held in her right arm and placed it on her lap, fiddling with the knobs until the woman took her seat. 'And she will,' she thought with a snicker.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Andy Wagner | Elsewhere Adult
« on: 31/05/2017 at 05:40 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T



CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Andromeda Wagner

Gender: Female

Age: Twenty-three

Blood Status: Muddled Halfblood Ancestry

Education:  Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Faked)

Residence: Mediocre flat in Wizarding London

Occupation: Currently Figuring That Out, Previously part of Ilvermorny school staff

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?: Possible Floo Network Regulator for the Ministry's Floo Network Authority

Requested Magic Levels: [Shall Request Exceptional Levels Soon]
  • Charms: 8
  • Divination: 5
  • Transfiguration: 11
  • Summoning: 8

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Nope.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site: Adrian Alric

Biography

Andromeda was born to her single mother in one of the muggle boroughs outside New York City-proper. Her early life is quite blurred for her at this point in her existence. She only ever remembers the smells of the restaurant they lived above, the sound of her mother arguing with her estranged father (a man who she has seen so little of in this early stage that she only remembers him from this vantage point), and construction. Always construction.

Her only vivid memory came when she first discovered her magic. It had been a cold day in winter. They lacked any means of heating up their tiny apartment, needing to huddle together under makeshift comforters to not suffer from frostbite. Andy had wished that they were warm, enough so that she lit a fire right between them. Unfortunately, that fire almost ballooned to something her mother could not contain. It was from there that her mother explained that her father was a wizard, and that she could do magic. She would never go to the school that man went to, some Pig-school in England, and to her credit, her mother tried to prepare Andy for the rigors of being a muggle-raised witch.

This led to the date where her life truly began: New Years, 1937. She remembered holding the wand her mother gifted her (procured from her estranged father), only a few months away from starting school. Even if she knew that Ilvermorny, the school of her dreams, gave out wands to students when they enrolled, her mother did not want to limit her to American schools. Beauxbatons, they had learned, was very welcoming to muggle-borns. She fell asleep that night, dreaming of the possibilities in an empty room while her mother partied the night away.

She woke up to a different world, though she did not know it. The room seemed the same, but many of the appliances and spreads were different and unbeknownst to her. Andy did not find her mother. She found herself alone, with no money or idea what had happened overnight.

The aftermath quickly landed her in an orphanage. It was a difficult adjustment during those two years. Alone, afraid, and her body changing without anyone to rely on. She made the best of her situation, embracing the children she shared a home with and making her first use of a mask of strength where she could hide all her feelings behind. Andy needed to be strong, especially when continental war made things like an orphanage expendable.

From that early time, she never forgot her dream of becoming a full-fledged witch. No one believed she could do magic; her wand serving her better as a muggle weapon than a magic one. Still, she tried to harness the same tangibility that had started that fire long ago and work through that while she grew into herself.

That desire was blessed by the universe. Andy's perceptions and attitudes were warped by the struggle to survive. There are plenty of things that stress the mind of an evolving woman coming of age. Through her countless fights and encounters with the muggle and magical worlds, she found herself at her dream at the age of seventeen. By then, she had come in contact with the Wizarding World since the German barrier had broken. Her aptitude for magic proved to be potent once she was properly trained. Her transfiguration became well enough to disguise herself as an American soldier and making her way back to the States.

What has brought her back to Europe is a story for another day. Suffice it to say, she arrived much like she had when returning to New York City. Absent job, home, and connections and fully starting over. However, like everything else in her life, she was not going to let it stop her.


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

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

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”

"Merlin's fog watch?" Andy repeated the phrase slowly, fixating on each syllable like she was chewing gravel. She had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to try and help the red-haired woman missing a shoe. Her exclamation, however, once mulled over and digested only had her snickering aloud.

"You know, you could accentuate your problem with one word? Doesn't take a whole phrase to sum up the frustrations. I generally use damn. Or darnit. Or cripes. Cripes is a good one."

Andy screamed this at the poor woman struggling to find her missing heel. It was the only way she would be able to hear her in the midst of the rolling sea of bodies treating Diagon Alley like a sardine factory. The two women were the only ones fighting the current. The red-haired stranger too busy looking to pay attention to her and Andy bouncing off prodding shoulders of passersby.

"Do you need help?" She screamed again, this time cupping her hands to her mouth and trying to direct the sound through her finger cannon. "CAN. YOU. HEAR. ME." A grouchy-faced man with sour lips and a gray overcoat pushed right through her. She lost sight of the fretful stranger, swimming past the man after she let out an OOMPH and trying to make eye contact and yell some more. Andy was always down for a good excuse to yell. Or any excuse. Her voice lacked the melody you might attribute to someone who appeared so delicate.

If her squawking was anything to go on, that perception was very, very wrong.

She gave up on trying to help. It took two to tango, three even if you were good at it. But all by her lonesome, she was only a shooting star falling from a clear, black sky. She turned around in a disgruntled huff and moved along the conveyor belt heading south. She noticed the heel, eyes widening in surprise at her luck!

Andy kicked it away, deeper into the crowd.


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