Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Lamia Neys Cadwallader

Gender: Female

Age: 10

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Cadfael and Alis Cadwallader (NPC)

Residence:
Carmarthenshire, Wales

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Tchaikovsky, but only during the day when her mom needs to drop her off with Auntie Arden or Uncle Ars while she does her shopping.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Not at this time

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Sylvianne Marceau & Co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Lamia was a precocious little girl. Reading almost as soon as she was old enough to open a book on her own, Lamia had an odd fascination with nonfiction work. Glaring up at her mother as the insufferable woman tried to read her some popular muggle garbage, Lamia would stubbornly keep herself awake until Alis Cadwallader read to her from the book of her choice.

She had dolls, she wore pink, she was a bit prissy. Even so, Lamia was a bit wild. Her eldest sister had spent a lot of time taking care of her, but it was really her brother that she looked up to. Eirian was wishy-washy. Reese was a powerhouse. He would be the one that made sure the Cadwalladers were known throughout the wizarding world as a family to be reckoned with. Muggleborns with power...that was something to be worried about. He had told her so. And she had heard Uncle Urien talking about it. He didn’t approve of Dylan’s marriage to that Muggleborn Irish woman. Lamia didn’t think she did either.

A hard worker, Lamia took her private study very seriously, kidnapping books from the library she read on subjects her parents wouldn’t want her to know a thing of. Sometimes she thought she knew more than they did. She didn’t always understand the words she read, but if there was a diagram she couldn’t fail to grasp that, at least. If she could put it together, Lamia often took upon herself the painstaking task of piecing together tiny parts to make the whole, and she would do it until she got it right.

She was ready to leave her parents care behind for Hogwarts. They underestimated how intelligent she was. No matter. She would show them, but she would never betray them. The fact that they weren’t very good parents didn’t mean they weren’t her family. One day, when she was grown, she would ensure the future of her family, even the one with the dirty blood.

Family was family after all.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
Turning her head she was addressed, Lamia huffed a bit at being so coarsely spoken to. Who was this girl that she dared to raise her voice in her direction? Busy examining a diagram, Lamia had been trying to find the missing piece. It wouldn’t work without it.

Peering through angry eyes, Lamia looked at the girl, her broom, and the other kids having fun in the air above. It was certainly unfair that these boys should be taunting her with their game when she was clearly unable to participate. “Is that a safety broom?” she asked, wanting to clarify her assumptions.

Looking the girl down and up one more time, she turned back to the work at hand. “I can’t understand why you should think I might want to play with you and that...child’s toy.” A part of her mind argued with her, saying that she too was a mere child, but Lamia shrugged it off. Child she may be, but she was no urchin. Besides, the girl looked dirty to her. Perhaps the inside reflected the outside. “Why do you even bother having such a ueseless toy?”

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