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Archived Applications / Lawrence Lobelius Lavender
« on: 04/04/2015 at 13:13 »
Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name:Lawrence Lobelius Lavender
Birthday: 28th March 1933
Hometown: Bedford, England
Bloodline:
Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination
Year (pick two): First (Preference!!) Second
Biography:
Lawrence was born to Lobelius and Beatrice Lavender. A first son and only son. However not an only child. Leana Lavender was born when Lawrence was 4 years old, and of course, Law was not at all happy about that. He had always been the proud spark in his fathers eye, holding Lobelius in far too high regard. Law's father was his ultimate aspiration in life.
Tall, good looking, important, charismatic and rich. All the things that Law wanted to be. He liked to "have" things. He liked to know he owned things, and like with all his possesions, toys, clothes, he was possesive of his parents too. When he found out he was to be a brother, he was desolate. Or as desolate as a four year old could be. He threw tantrums, broke things, refused to acknowledge his mother for days. It was her fault after all. She was the one with that THING in her tummy. The thing that was surely going to come and steal all of this stuff, and make him share and all the other things that he hated.
Lawrence Lobelius Lavender did not want a sister, period.
As it turned out, just months later, Leana came and it wasn't so bad. She wore different things, and played with different toys. As she grew, she became more and more like Mother than Father, and that was fine with Law. His relationship as close as ever with his father, things seemed pretty good.
They stayed pretty much the same. Father doted on Law, and Mother doten on Leana. Law and Leana didn't get on very well of course. Law liked to torture her as much as possible. He put bugs in her hair, dirtied her dresses, and even managed once, to put her trike on top of the old oak in the gardens. Father got it down, but it had been funny to watch her cry for a while.
Law's Magical abilities manifested at age 9 when he turned Leana's hair bright blue during a particularly nasty prank where he was pretending to cut all her hair off, having first tied her to a dining room chair. Even Father was angry about that one, and Lawrence had been sent to bed with no supper and jolly good telling off.
It mattered not to him, he had been stashing treats and cakes in his room from the Kitchens all summer.
In Law's 11th year, talk began to turn to Hogwarts, and Family meals were spent musing about how well Law would do in school, and what a proud Slytherin he would make, and Law could hardly wait.
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Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request: Slytherin if it is at all possible please. I honestly cannot see how he would work in any other house, Deffinitely better suited to Slytherin.
Personality: Troublesome. Thats the word that his Mother uses to respectfully describe her son. His Father would use "Strong willed". Most other people would use stronger language. Law comes across a far too smarmy, and self assured. There is some semblence of compassion deep in there, but the bravado that surrounds it is rarely perforrated. He is impatient, ambitious but lazy. He wants all the privilege without having to do anything to actually deserve it. Had he been brought up in a more tolerant household perhaps he would not have been so elistist but, alas he looks upon Muggleborns as unfit to share his classrooms (not too unfit to be bullied into doing his homework though). All in all, a thourally unpleasent, odeous know it all that actually only knows very little.
Appearance: At his current age, he is of average height and build for an 11 year old. All limbs and floppy hair. He likes to dress smartly, but isn't afraid of getting dirty. Blue eyes with a few flecks of Green. His hair is a dirty blonde colour. It was almost pure platinum when he was born, but as he grows older it gets dirtier every year. He has pleasent features, not too angular but not too plump either. The only thing that sets him apart is his wicked half a smile.
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“Oh, come now!"
Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewee – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always soelusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.
Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn’t her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.
A pout formed on her lips as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She hadto come back with quotes.
Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.
“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”
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It was imperative he had concentration at this very moment. This was delicate and he could not afford to be distracted. The whole day's activities and his reputation pivoted on this very moment.
Carefully he clutched the sack in his right hand, raising it to open it carefully. He untied the length of string at the top and let it fall to the ground by his feet and opened the top of the sack just a fraction of an inch, peering inside.
"Hey!!"
A voice broke the near golden silence and Law cursed loudly, not caring whether he was overheard. Bloody Bixby!! Noseyest nosy parker in all of Hogwarts. Snapping the bag shut, and whirling on his heel, Law made a break for it. He didn't want to get caught by her of all people.
Alas, it was fruitless and she had collared him before he could get away. Turning to face her, Law stared defiantly up into her face. "What" he offered with less than little enthusiasm. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”
A half smile appeared about his lips as he continued to stare up at her face. Law might have been smaller than her, but he was not about to be intimidated by an older student. He chose his words carefully, not daring to revell in the happy circumstance that had brought him to this very moment. Coincidence was an understatement.
"Well" he started, "I havn't personally tried frogs legs myself" he mused, all the while reaching into the sack and clutching the resident inside firmly but carefully all the same. Once he was sure of his grip, he brought the large, slimy ribbiting frog out from the depths of its former material prison. "But I believe you shouldn't judge before you try, what do you think. Lets try them now!" he grinned now, brandishing the freshly caught frog in front of her face suddenly.
Of course he was hoping for screams and hand flapping and swift scurrying away from the girl. Girls didn't like icky frogs, everyone knew that. His former plan of putting it in Professor Renards top drawer seemed pitiful in comparison now. This had much more potential for instant gratification.
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