Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name:
Arabeth Lucilla Tiberius
Gender:
Female
Age:
10
Bloodline:
Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Step-Mother: Marjorie Prym - NPC
Father: Friedrich Tiberius – NPC
Mother: Amelie Renee Mayfield - NPC

Residence:
Type your response here - where does your character live?
Staying in Hogsmeade temporarilywith her father. Permanent home at Foxcombe Road, Boars Hill, Oxford, with her birth mother.
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
no

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
no

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Zenobia Prym - NPC

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
With reddy-brown hair and rather striking blue eyes, Arabeth is a petite girl that catches the attention of most people. Her doll-eyes and sweet complexion is a decieving exterior for what is a crafty young girl who is rather used to getting exactly what she wants. Arabeth is quick to take to her lessons and is quite intuitive for her age but lacks the attention.
She does come from a family of Ravenclaws and Slytherins, but Arabeth leans a lot towards her cunning, selfish side, even if she doesn’t make it seem so. She knows how to make friends, she is overall quite likeable but Arabeth similarly uses others like her puppets to climb the ladder of popularity, Arabeth likes having friends, but more than that she likes getting what she wants, and Isn’t used to much else.

She is mischievous, a little disorganised, and eccentric.
Arabeth analyses everything quietly, people, objects, spells. But will own her roaring sarcasm, and is not afraid to tell someone how it is. She is usually only quiet if she is calculating or plotting. Quite often she is found babbering to herself just to break the silence.

Her sister is Pureblood, and Arabeth likes to make snippy comments about Purebloods as she deep down has a loathing for her own half blood status. Her mother is French, she is beautiful and loving and as motherly as she could possibly get. But she has no trace of magic in her blood. And she is very poor. Arabeth's father keeps custody of her though she grew up mostly with her mother. The world of magic is not so familiar to Arabeth.

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:


The sky was clear, but Arabeth still managed to become soused. Hair, a deep red, damp, stuck to her forehead and was wet under the collar of her shirt, pressed to her neck. A prank gone wrong.
Beth sniffed, the air cool as she breathed it in and it stung the back of her throat. She was getting sick. And her father would be furious if she trailed dirt through the house.

"S'not such a good - " Sniff " - idea anymore."

"You!"

Lazily, her gaze lifted to match the girls stare.

"...Do you want to play?"

Beth made to glance around the area. A devious smirk flitted over her pallid features before uplifting into a sweet smile.

She never went wrong on a prank, and surely this could be righted with the help of another.

"Put that stick down." She was beaming now. It was so boring at home, Zen never played with her, her father always yelled at her and her step-mother treated her as if she was just.a.child. Pshht, she'd show them.

"I've got a game we can play."

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