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Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Rosemary “Rosie” Mallard
Birthday: September 28, 1946
Hometown: Ashwell, Hertfordshire
Bloodline: Muggleborn
Magical Strength (pick one): Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration
Year (pick two): Year 3
Biography:
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Rosemary had her first taste of cask ale when she was 7. The village of Ashwell was having a celebration in the main hall. When the adults were not looking, she snuck behind the barrels with her cousins. Together, the children siphoned a large tankard of ale to share amongst themselves. When the adults found the children, they were playing a rather giggly and tipsy game of ‘Marco Polo’ (or as some of them said, ‘Narcos Plos’).
Rosemary spent a large part of her childhood in the village of Ashwell, Hertfordshire. The family home was comfortable, and housed everyone in her family and extended family. She grew up with her cousins and they spent many hours each day playing practical pranks on each other, exploring the springs and savouring the fresh produce of the land. It was bliss.
There was one place in the village Rosemary avoided, however: The Lock Up Gaol, a small building built over a hundred years ago, with studded plank door and iron grilles. Rosemary had always been terrified of that place. The building had not been in use since 1930s but it remained a significant structure in the children’s lives. The older children would bring the smaller ones to the lock up in the late evening when it was almost dark, and share haunting, terrifying stories. The younger ones listened with eyes wide opened, clutching at each other for safety. They would always run home, half afraid of some wild human like creatures leaping at them in the dark. Despite her fears, Rosemary could not stop herself being attracted to this dark, dingy place. Some days, she would go to the lock up alone. Pressing her face against the grilles, she would peer into the darkness, squinting and trying to see into the shadows.
Once, she thought she saw a pair of eyes glowing in the dark. Rosemary took off and swore not to go back to the lock up. A week later, she was back again, peering in through the iron doors, trying to see the same pair of eyes.
“Hello…?” Rosemary whispered into the dark.
“Hello,” the dark replied. “What’s your name?”
“Rosemary.” She paused. “What are you?” She knew she shouldn’t say what because ‘what are you’ was definitely more impolite than ‘who are you’. Not that either question was ok anyway.
“Rose…mary…” the voice rasped. “I’m a… I supposed you can call me a friend.”
There was a shout from afar for Rosemary, and she quickly darted off. Her cousins were calling for her and they were going swimming. Rosemary went along and promptly forgot about the voice in the dark. A few days later, she remembered and she went back. Again, she pressed her forehead against the cold metal surface and waited.
“I thought you’d never come back,” the voice finally said after she threw a couple of stones into the lock up.
“You said you’re a friend,” Rosemary said simply. She sat down in the dirt and leaned against the door. The dark seemed to shift closer.
“You got food?” The dark whispered. “I haven’t eaten in a while.” Rosemary had taken an apple from her neighbour’s tree. It was in her pocket. She had been looking forward to eating it herself and was reluctant to part with it. After a long while, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the apple. Grubby fingers fumbled and grabbed it. There was silence and the dark devoured the fruit noisily. After some minutes, there was silence. “Tis good,” the dark said.
She soon developed a friendship with the dark. She would visit it daily, and tell it of her day. In turn, the dark would share stories – fantastical tales of animals this world had never seen, of potions, magic… and betrayal. The dark was a good storyteller; Rosemary was taken in by the magic of it all and desired very much to be part of this world. Though farfetched at first, this beautiful world she had never seen but could only imagine began to become more real as the days go by. The world she lived in began to pale in comparison. Slowly, the real world became grey, dull and almost unbearable. Rosemary began to lose interest in the games her cousins and she used to play. She began to spend more time at the lock up.
One afternoon, she went to the lock up and called into the dark. There was no reply. She threw a couple of stones in, rattled the metal a little. When there was still no answer, she went home, missing the stories.
At dinner, a cousin remarked, “They found a madman at the lock up.” Rosemary froze. “You seen him, Rosie? I mean you are there every day.”
Rosemary arranged her face into what she hoped was neutral and expressionless. “No.”
Time slipped by slowly. Rosemary continued to spend time with her cousins, but she no longer felt the same joy she had felt as a child. She felt distant and removed from the real world, and wondered if there were other worlds besides this one she knew. Once in a while, she slipped down to the lock up and whispered ‘hello’ into the dark, but it was always silence. At times she wondered if she was going mad; after all, the dark could simply be her mind making up stories. Time softened the edges of the memories; it wasn’t long before she was struggling to remember a detail of an afternoon at the lock up. But the stories, they never left her.
One day, Rosemary went down to the lock up again in the afternoon for old times’ sake. It had been over a year since she last went there. But she was not alone; a group of bigger children were waiting for her.
“There’s mad Rosie here again!” one of them taunted her.
“Why do you come here so often?”
“Are you looking for someone or something?”
“Maybe she’s hoping to get herself locked up in there!”
Rosemary turned and tried to run but a few of the children had blocked her way out. They had surrounded her in a tight circle. Closing her eyes tightly, Rosemary let out a yell and dashed towards an opening she had spied, using her head as a battering ram. Several arms grabbed her. Rosemary felt her feet being lifted off the ground. She kicked and struggled as hard as she could. If she could wiggle away, she could make a run for it. Suddenly, there was a yell, and a blinding flash of light. Rosemary felt the grip on her loosen and she fell hard on the dirt. The older children screamed and ran away. Rosemary looked around her but there was nothing. Terrified, Rosemary got up and ran home. She never went near the lock up after that.
That is, until the letter came.
Suddenly the world that was so elusive and fantastical… it was now real. It had always been real. Rosemary thought about the voice and its stories. She decided to go to the lock up again even though she was still terrified.
She stood in front of the lock up for a long time, just looking into the dark.
“Hello,” she finally whispered.
“You’re back,” the dark said. “And you are going away.”
“Yes,” Rosemary conceded.
“You came to say goodbye.”
There was a long pause.
“I am afraid the world isn’t real.” Rosemary wiped her eyes with the back of her hands.
“It is real.” The voice told her gently. “I know it is. You know it is. I will always be here if you need me.”
Rosemary nodded. She was about to head home, when she decided to ask again, “What are you?”
“A friend.”
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request: The sorting hat will decide the fate
Personality:
Tell us a bit about your character’s personality (likes, dislikes, fears, etc.) What are they like on a good day versus a bad one? Is your character particularly cheerful? Do they hate sunlight?
Because Rosemary grows up in a rather large family (loads of cousins, 2 elder brothers and an elder sister), she tends to be extremely competitive. She feels the need to prove her worth and will over explain in a situation. She wants to be liked by everyone; as such, she sometimes will allow herself to be taken advantage of. She has bouts of moodiness and on those days, she will keep to herself. During these times, she second guesses her decisions. Being afraid of offending people, Rosemary will also tend to give in to people’s demands, even though she may not agree with them.
She is struggling to understand her own personal perimeters at the moment, but is often willing to over compromise if it makes her liked.
Appearance:
Briefly describe your character's appearance (hair color, build, stature, etc.) What effect does it have on their personality? For example, does the shy Ravenclaw girl secretly dye her hair black because she hates her natural blonde? Does the curly-haired Gryffindor use charms to hide his freckles?
Rosemary has short, light hair. She wears her hair straight; when she is thoughtful or working on something tough, she will pull her hair up into a low ponytail. Freckles dot her cheeks and nose; her skin is lightly tanned from playing outdoors when staying on the brewery in the village.
Rosemary has a careless and carefree walk: she swings her arms rather unnecessarily at times. Because of her height (she was slightly taller than most), she tends to feel rather awkward and will stoop slightly when talking to others. Recently, she has developed this rather unhealthy habit of hunching to make herself look smaller or shorter especially when talking to her peers.
→ 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 2:
Rosemary was glad to get away from the grand hall after breakfast. While she had enjoyed the company of her housemates, she had never enjoyed the small talks, the gossips and the whatnots. Usually Rosemary would stay long enough before she could make some lame excuses to disappear.
After promising her housemates and classmates (with a million apologies) that she would see them in class and save them a seat, Rosemary took off. She went to the one place she knew no one was going to bother her – at least, not for a while: the gardens. It wasn’t her favourite place, to be honest, but it reminded her of her and her large crazy family that lived under the same roof. The flowers grown on the Hogwarts grounds were not to her taste, but there were a few interesting specimens. She wondered if they would be able to thrive outside of the school grounds. Perhaps she could help herself to a stem or two, and attempt to graft or grow them when she was home.
Reaching out, her fingers grasped a stem and twisted it. At the same moment, an explosive sneeze cut through the air.
Rosemary jumped, “Good Lord.” The stem she had hoped to acquire hung limp on the plant. An older student crawled out from the undergrowth, snotty and grimy and wiping his nose on a sleeve. Rosemary was disgusted by the trail of nose slime on his sleeve, and yet she could not tear her eyes away from the grossness of it all. It was fascinating and yucky at the same time.
"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
Rosemary gathered herself together again. She made herself looked away from the disgusting sleeve and focus on the red-nosed individual in front of her. He looked like he was in a pretty sorry state, dirt-faced, snotty, dishevelled and all. Still her eyes darted back to the offending sleeve. Once. Twice.
“Sorry,” Rosemary hastily replied. “It just that that convulsive expulsion of air kind of had me taken aback.” She tried to be nice and held out her handkerchief she had tucked into her pocket. “You could have this to… you know, wipe your nose. Or your sleeve. Or something.”
Her eyes caught sight of the broken stem still hanging limply on the plant.
“Also, I’ll have you know that I wasn’t trying to steal the stem or anything,” she continued to ramble. “It just snapped off when I touched it.”
→ ABOUT YOU.
Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous):
How did you find us?: Google. Also, I was on this RP eons ago ;)
Calypso Ross:
Hi Rosemary, welcome back!
Your application looks great, and there's no need to edit anything there. However, you mention that you were on this site previously, but don't list your past characters. Please could you let me know (either by posting below or via PM) who you used to play? It makes it much easier for us to track things like Gringotts vaults, old requests, etc. when we know which characters a player has played in the past.
If you have any questions or concerns about the above, please feel free to contact me, either via PM or via Discord (Yas#4887). Thanks!
Rosemary Mallard:
Hello, thanks for the reply.
I should have been more specific; I was around between 2005 and 2009. After that I took a break for a while. I don’t remember my character names unfortunately, but I don’t remember any Gringotts account or requests on my part. Let me know if it’s ok to start on a clean slate :)
Thank you!
Calypso Ross:
Thank you for the clarification! That's fine if you can't remember, seeing as it was so long ago.
I've also just realised you've only put one year preference down -- whilst we try our best to give everyone their preferred year, this isn't always possible, so we ask that people put a second choice as well in case we need to resort to that.
No need to repost the entire application, if you could just post below to let me know what your second choice of year is, then we can get you accepted. Thanks!
Rosemary Mallard:
Hi, again! My second choice would be 4th year, please. Thank you.
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