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Jack Fiddlesworth

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Application for Hogwarts School


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Name: Jack Keddle

Birthday: 9/14/1999

Hometown: London, England

Bloodline:  Halfblood

Magical Strength :
 Charms

Magical Weakness :
Divination

Year (pick two):
7 or 6
Biography:
He was born on September 14th, 1999. His mother died giving birth but his father John keddle was a wizard with hope for his son.  As Jack grew older he became more and more obsessed with his fathers life as a wizard. He began to watch his father in secret while his father practiced his magic. One day when he was six years old he was watching his father preform incendio to light the fireplace, burn papers, and light candles. He took a step too close and a floorboard squeaked. His father panicked and casted incendio on Jack. The left side of his face burst into flames. His father quickly put out the flames and tried to heal his son but he couldn't remove the scars. Jack never blamed his father. But as the years went on they grew further and further apart. At the age of eight his father was driven mad by guilt and was sent to St. Mungo's. On Jack's eleventh birthday he received two letters one permitting him to learn at Hogwarts and one from St. Mungo's.  His father had burned himself alive. Jack always claimed that he had moved on but deep down he felt like it was his fault. He spent his first three years at Hogwarts with no friends. His fourth and fifth year he had the opportunity but never took it. He hopes to gain some friends this year.

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Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Slytherin

Personality:
He is very smart but is destracted by the guilt he feels about his father. He is a very secretive person who likes to spend his days alone remembering his father.  He is not very emotional. He tries not to interact with too many people and has social anxiety.

Appearance:
He is tall with long, wavy, dark brown hair and his skin is very tan. He has a deep voice but sensative green eyes. He is skinny but still muscular. He has a large scar on the left side of his face from an incident with fire. He finds this scar a little embarrassing and is very shy because of it.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.

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.


Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Option one. "Hello" whispered a voice from the shadows.
"Please don't come any closer" said the voice.
The speaker stepped out of the shadows revealing his scarred face and beautiful green eyes.
" I want to be alone right now"
A tear rolled down his cheek. He drank a potion and instantly disappeared and the sound of footsteps disappeared not long after that

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