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Name: Dilwyn Priddy

Birthday: 19th March 1939

Hometown: Harlech, Gwynedd, Wales

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two): 3rd or 4th

Biography:

He supposed he wasn’t the only one whose parents weren’t together; they weren’t divorced however, his father had just taken up residence in London to which meant Dilwyn hadn’t seen the man for the past year or so. The boy never claimed to know the hardships of adulthood, so his mother would like to remind him, however in the town of Harlech, at least it was a rarity. The town was a small and quiet one to say the least, famed for its proud castle that resided high above the town and the song that emerged from one its many sieges. It was a town that seemed to have been crammed into a spit of land between the mountains of Snowdonia to the east and the Irish Sea to the west; it was a town with little to no distractions from its mundane life. A fire that broke out in the local bakery a couple of months before his ninth birthday topped the most interesting events that had graced the town since his birth.

As an only child much of his childhood was spent creating his own realities from assaulting a castle comprising of a half broken sandstone breezeblock, wielding a bit of old bone to standing on a battlefield surrounded by Vikings, fighting his way to the apple tree to save Princess Yum and gather apples the evenings feast. There were the odd occasions where he was able to go camping with his friends during the summer months and even the four of them would venture to the waterfront to hunt for squid. Not that they ever found any however it provided the entertainment they all craved.

There was Alwyn, Dai, himself of course and Gwen, the solitary female of the group. The four had been solid friends since they were six, all attended the local primary school and all had the same interest of not liking anybody else. He was the only one, however, who possessed magic in his blood, a notion that only really came crashing home on his eleventh birthday. He remembered his mothers’ screams of jubilation fondly, as the half of his parentage that wasn’t magically inclined Dilwyn couldn’t hold it against her. Even if the attention was particularly unwanted. It did mean though that for the first time in five years the quartet would be broken. Nothing that a spit in the hand and a promise couldn’t remedy. 

He did miss his father; Dilwyn was told he looked identical to his father when he was young, something that had never been received well by his mother. If anything, being shipped off to a school that held some distance between himself and his mother had actually strengthened their relationship after the first two years. He knew his mother had found her predicament difficult but was unable to provide any solutions, other than keeping her busy during the times he did return to the nest. The occasional journey to the hospital for doing something stupid and oddly satisfying here, escorting the local law enforcement officer back to his house there, it was a way they both kept sane. At least in his mind.

It was last summer that he developed a crush on Gwen, though his intuition told him that he wasn’t the only one. Dai, the boy who could prattle on for days about a cloud that loosely resembled a carrot, had too taken an interest and the pair it seemed had become very close in Dilwyn’s departure. He didn’t know if it was jealousy or just the beef stew from the day before that stirred within him when his best friend Alwyn claimed that the pair had kissed over Christmas before. Either way it didn’t take Dilwyn long to make peace, metaphorically taking a step back between any race that would ensue.

And it wasn’t like there weren’t any girls at school that hadn’t peaked the boys’ interest. Besides, maintaining a long distance relationship sounded too much like hard work. A lot of time, a lot of effort that could otherwise be devoted to more important things. Like Quidditch and nightly raids on the schools kitchens.

He fuzzily thought about his journey and as his eyes slowly opened to the sound of his Charms professor’s raised voice; Dilwyn saw the prominent figure standing beside his wooden desk that he had prior used as a pillow. With a pleasant smile he greeted the eyes that glared down upon him and resigned “Detention this evening?”


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

House Request:Hufflepuff

Personality:
Though Dilwyn has a very easy going persona with a softly spoken voice,  he has a tendency to be outspoken and a habit of blurting out the first thing that comes to his mind. With a dry and sometimes eccentric sense of humour, he never backs down from adventure and normally is the instigator for pranks and fun that often has it’s element of danger. For those are the best adventures. Dilwyn would defend his friends and family, mostly with a short temper and fire in his heart but is usually rapid to make amends. He has a passion for sports, magically and muggle alike, outside activities (being couped up for too long didn’t sit well) and Christmas always ignited the child inside of him.

Appearance:
Thick brown hair and tall for his age at 5ft 8 with a slim build. Dilwyn hates his hair and has attempted several times to magically alter it, usually with dire and comical results.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
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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.



Response

A smile formed. Slytherin house had definitely picked the short straw when it came to locations to reside. Still, it didn’t answer the question as to why he was actually in the dungeons in the first place. Dilwyn stopped in his tracks, a puzzled look crossed his face and he looked back down the corridor, towards the stairwell that led upstairs to a more bright and pleasant place. The decor was in keeping with the rest of the castle, albeit it seemed that the deeper into the dungeons you would stray, the more it looked as if a three year old had been given creative freedom.

Did he have potions? What even was the time?

With his plot of overthrowing the presidency of the book club thickening, it seemed like a fruitless journey.  His feet continued to instinctively cruise forward, his mind regressed backwards and his journey into the snakes’ labyrinth continued. It wouldn’t be long until he would come across the Slytherin common room.

As if someone had turned on the light in his mind, Dilwyn realised his destination. Before another foot surged forward however, a voice rang out from behind him. A feminine one though that that sounded like a youngling.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

Now why in the world would somebody ask him that? He turned on his heels but to find an empty corridor. Was this, in fact, the calling of Emma Birch herself? He had heard the tales of the girl, whether or not her ghost still resided within the castle was as much a myth as Merlin’s sobriety. The stories, however, were fascinating with some having claimed that she was killed by an evil wizard. Other’s claimed that it was a professor; some even speculated that her death was due to a creature that had strayed into the castle from the forbidden forest. The latter was more a scary story the older students would tell the new students to give them a scare, almost an initiation to school life.

Dilwyn? He liked to believe that however the girl had died, it would’ve been cartoonishly ironic enough to provide laughter for millions. Even if that wasn’t the case. Death made him weird, he ended up doing an interpretive dance for his uncle to pass the vol au vents at his grandfather’s funeral, only to realise that it contained crab people and released it into its natural habitat.

His body slowly side stepped back down the corridor towards the voice. The dimly lit passage ways were renowned for causing a slight stir in a person’s mind, something no doubt the Slytherin students took great joy in praying upon. He didn’t blame them. Dilwyn poked his head around the corner, only to spy a girl who appeared to be just as lost as he had been only a few seconds before.

“I doubt she’d be out now” he let out softly, due to the ambience that the dungeons created anything else would sound like he had shouted. He turned around the corner in full view of the girl, making himself look somewhat presentable and smiled.
“And why would one be looking for her in the first place?”

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