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Archived Applications / Re: Taylor Hart
« Last post by Pythagorea Proud on 31/08/2023 at 01:53 »
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Dear Mr. Hart ,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins on 1 September. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.


Yours sincerely,

Deputy Headmistress
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Archived Applications / Ares Alricsson
« Last post by Ares Alricsson on 31/08/2023 at 00:40 »
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Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Ares Aleksander Alricsson

Birthday: 20/9/57

Hometown: Valencia, Spain

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Firstie, please! Or second.

Biography:
The 30th of April 1959 is Ares’ earliest memory. He was not yet two years old but the birth of his little sister changed an essential part of him. Some children would hate having a sibling. Some others might love their sibling and like having a playmate. Ares saw his role as the older sibling even deeper than that. As soon as Essie (his nickname for Esmeralda from the very beginning) was born, Ares felt a sense of duty to protect her. Nothing bad would happen to her as long as he stood next to her.

This feeling didn’t extend to anyone else for years. Ares could be a bit mean when he didn’t like people and that happened more often than not. His thoughts were rather practical for a young boy so he didn’t often feel like he had much in common with other kids. He used talking down to them as a defense mechanism so he’d be left alone.

Every once in a while, though, someone would slip through his defences and he’d find himself deeply attached to them. After his sister it didn’t happen again until he was eight and met a fairy princess called Aurora Marshall.

She should have been high on his list of people he
didn’t like. The girl with midnight hair barely existed in reality, seeming to live more among the clouds (where her head always seemed to be) and the stars that Ares liked to study.

That was probably why he overlooked reason and found Aurora to be one of his favourite people so quickly. She belonged with the stars because she was as bright as any of them that lit up the night sky. Even at eight he recognised how rare she was and volunteered himself to be her protector.

It worked in Ares’ favour, then, that his parents were able to live and work in both Spain and the United Kingdom. He wanted to spend time there more and more. Not only because his new best friend lived there, but the cooler weather was more to his liking as well.

It was also the place that held Hogwarts, where so much of his parents’ history took place and where he would eventually create his own story. Ares would learn that they did not allow witches and wizards who couldn’t perform magic into the school. It would destroy a piece of him not to be able to build his Hogwarts story with his best friend, but Ares would always push through and overcome any challenge set before him.

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

House Request: He’s a Gryffindor or a Slytherin, let the hat decide which!

Personality:
Always has a quiet sort of confidence. Isn’t a fan of most people and he’s okay with that. He prefers a small inner circle. He can be charismatic if he really feels the need. Same goes for leading. Prefers not to be in charge in most situations but won’t stand for weak leadership either. Fiercely protective of those he loves and that extends to others to a lesser degree. He wouldn’t risk his life for just anyone but he’d probably at least check on them after he saves everyone else he finds more important first.

Appearance:
A mess of blonde hair that ranges from sun-streaked in the summer to a darker blonde in cooler months. His eyes are a bright blue but most people will find them to have a harshness or a judgy edge to them. They only soften for certain people. Slightly above average height for his age and a little on the skinny side. Most of the time his clothes are neatly kept and wrinkle free, even if it’s just jeans and a sweatshirt.

→ 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 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.



Roleplay Response:
"H-h-hello?"

Ares stopped his progress to the front doors of the castle at the sound of the uncertainty of the voice flowing from somewhere in the dungeons. A huge sigh issued from between his lips, his chin dropping down toward his chest as he felt his plans slipping away.

He’d been on his way to the forest for some archery practise. The string had been a little loose the last time he’d practised so he’d been working on it for the last week, hoping to get the perfect adjustment. It might be a little longer before he could test out his handiwork now.

He turned down into the entrance of the dungeons, searching for the owner of the voice. It had reminded him too much of Esme, or Aurora, needing help and he could deny the two of them nothing. Even though he knew the girl was neither of them, he couldn’t help the instinct to shield someone who might be scared.

He would probably regret this. He usually did if it wasn’t someone he truly cared about and that list was very short.

When the girl called out again, Ares turned quickly and went down the corridor her voice seemed to be bouncing around in. When he came across her, he placed a shoulder against the nearest stone wall, set his bow against it by his feet and watched her for a few moments.

Finally he asked, detachment in his tone despite his going out of his way to check on her, “You need actual help or are you really looking for one particular ghost in a castle full of them?”


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Archived Applications / Taylor Hart
« Last post by Taylor Hart on 30/08/2023 at 20:03 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Taylor Oberon Hart

Birthday: 21st, November 1953.

Hometown: Edinburgh, Scotland.

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two): Fifth/Fourth

Biography:

Three years. Three years of either getting kicked out of school or forcefully moved. Taylor Hart had a reputation that clung like uncomfortable moisture to his skin.

Stereotyped, judged and misunderstood.

Most guys his age had a notorious appearance of trouble. The type of brutes who were caught smoking in the men's restroom, snogging a blonde behind the school or punching a bloke's face in after the final bell rang. Roughed knuckles, eye rolls and perfect finger gestures were the roll that Taylor locked himself into. It was better that way, right? So then no one had the curiosity to dig further and find the true.

His truth.

The truth that tormented him every time the moon cycle shifted, that sickening porcelain orb shining its full brightest. A moon that his peers often were at ease staring at late at night, kissing a crush under it's beautiful shimmering rays.

Not for Taylor, Taylor spitefully dreaded when the full moon cast it's horrifying spell over the night. Creating a long, painful, agonizing night for transitioning into a monster. A monster with hair covering every inch, pointed doberman like ears and slobbering yellow canines. All it had to take was being in the wrong place at the wrong time to change the rest of his life forever.

His could still remember the cheering of his peers, three years earlier on a full moon. A few of the kids had slipped out late at night on a perfect friday, ending the long boring school week with a bang. Thirteen year old Taylor had been dared to jump down in the lake, his chest all puffed to impress the three other girls there. His mates cheered and with a leap of courage, he made the jump.

What he hadn't been ready for was the creature waiting near the treeline below, watching. The kids had claimed to have heard bloodcurdling screams after Talyor Hart had jumped. How they all ran off in fear thinking he was either being attacked by a bear or fell poorly on rocks. One quick trip to St. Mungos after seeing their son stumble into the kitchen with his arm glimmering a new bite mark, his parents were alerted and Taylor never saw his friends again, moving to a new location.

They never stayed in one place.

The more things got too comfortable, the quicker his parents were to leave. His little sister Lila never really understood why they left, due to the fact his parents didn't want Lila to accidentally slip up. Eventually things landed up back to his father's home country, living off the secluded isles of Scotland til Taylor got a hold of his new transition.

His parents finally braved a submission for his placement at Hogwarts, in hopes that due to their past situations, they could potentially house their son in a safer environment. But a looming unspoken thought seemed to follow Taylor as he boarded his first train to the new school, reminders about what happened the last time a werewolf roamed throughout the corridors of Hogwarts.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: let the hat decide.

→ 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 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.



Roleplay Response:

His hands dug deeper in his robes, shouldering past huddles of students as they made their way to the Great Hall for dinner. For himself, Taylor preferred to work on his classwork in private and as far from most students as he could. The quiet silence of the dungeons provided great coverage for him to read or write.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?" Except for when the little kids tried to play brave.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Taylor silently groaned at the sight of a smaller girl peering around corners. He could get the fearful appearance of the dungeons, dark and wet wherever you stepped. Almost a creation of halloween itself wherever you walked, especially in such an old creaky castle.

With a roll of his shoulders, the tall dark haired brute quietly made his apperance towards the first year as her gaze was stuck towards the walls, in search for some Emma Birch.

Whoever the bloody hell that was.

Bending a little so his head was closer towards his ear, Taylor's canines glistened in a small smirk.

"Boo."

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Archived Applications / Re: Ciara Mary-Anne Fernsby
« Last post by Pythagorea Proud on 30/08/2023 at 13:41 »
(Note: It is totally permitted for Ciara to be tutored in Charms and Defense against the Dark Arts from a theoretical perspective before Hogwarts. Just make sure you don't say that she was practicing spells with a wand, since that would be underage magic.)

Dear Miss Fernsby ,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins on 1 September. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.


Yours sincerely,

Deputy Headmistress
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Archived Applications / Ciara Mary-Anne Fernsby
« Last post by Ciara Fernsby on 30/08/2023 at 04:50 »
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Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Ciara Mary-Anne Fernsby

Birthday: 24th December, 1954
 
Hometown: London, England

Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): Fourth year, Fifth year

Biography:
Most children have never experienced true wealth before. Yet, Ciara Mary-Anne Fernsby was born into it, on Christmas Eve, into a white London. Ciara was the Fernsby's first child, and they were delighted to finally give birth to one after miscarriages and failures to get pregnant. Carlo Fernsby, 37 at the time of Ciara's birth, made a name for himself, along with a great deal of wealth, as a private investor. It was in the workplace where he met a client that would go on to change his life: Eliza (then named) Hemingway, a private investigator, 31 at the time of Ciara's birth, who would like to gain support for her business. Yet, as they started conversing, the two found out that they were surprisingly similar - both were born into aristocratic families with high expectations for them, but both simply wanted to explore their passions. Slowly, steadily, they fell in love.

Ciara grew up in a household filled with magic. Her two pure-blood parents both regarded Muggles negatively, sometimes even bordering on blood purism. Yet she would "beg to differ" on that matter. Even though her parents agreed that they were staining the Wizarding World, Ciara had always believed that wizards should be judged on their ability, not their blood. Still, Ciara certainly could not live without the magic she was born into. She was homeschooled by tutors, introduced to all magical subjects she might learn about at Hogwarts. After mastering basic reading and arithmetics, her focus was shifted to magical subjects completely, such as Charms, Potions, History of Magic, and Defence Against the Dark Arts. One might think that such a child would only be interested in the subjects she was taught, but rather, Ciara found herself interested in Marine Magic, quite a little-seen field. Ciara's parents and tutors could never put down what got her interested in the subject. Could it be because of the books she somehow found and read?

Being an incredibly well-regarded pureblood, Ciara had many acquaintances - and even friends - in her social circle. Before her time at Hogwarts, Ciara never had any close friends, since most of her interactions were set up by her parents. Ciara experienced her First Instance of Magic at the age of three. Her tutor started by teaching her the alphabet, which she felt was a disrespect since she already knew the letters. Suddenly, the book flew out of Ciara's hands and hit the tutor by accident, scoring her a place in Hogwarts. It was only on 1st September on her first school year that she started to interact with people of her choice. Even though her facade is certainly intimidating and most other students face her with pure respect, admiration, or fear, what Ciara truly searches in a friend is a peer, someone who does not treat her as superior, rather someone who would always be there to support and talk with her, even to humble her. At Hogwarts, Ciara made a name for herself by extracurriculars and titles.

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

House Request: Slytherin

Personality:
Of course, being rich, beautiful, and intelligent didn't help with her arrogance, her vainness, her pompousness. Having grown up in one of the most prestigious pure-blood families in London, she had learnt to carry herself with pride. She was used to the attention, the belief in her superiority. Whether it be the pure boredom in her eyes, or her needle-like tongue, it wasn't hard for Ciara to gain respect, and even fear, with a simple interaction.

Yet under her callous, was immense intelligence. It was a quality she was born with, and one had never cared much for. Hence, despite her utter talent in logical reasoning, Ciara would always listen to her intuition in times of emergency, which she had no reason to doubt. Yet, as she grew, her fascination for the ocean grew with her. It was an uncontrollable desire, a longing, to go further than the beach, to explore its depths and creatures.

Ciara's trust is incredibly hard to gain. After all, being the heiress to incredible estates and wealths meant that backstabbers were always present. Often, she approached interactions without hopes to gain a relationship. It takes dedication and patience to become her friend. Yet, if she truly sees someone as such, they would receive her undying loyalty and honesty. For Ciara, her friends are the people she could be herself around - an intelligent, curious, and sometimes sassy young lady without caring for rules or expectations, simply pampered by the pureblood society.

Appearance:
Beauty was something Ciara took for granted. It was simply something she was born with. For her, beauty meant short, necklength blonde hair - hair so blonde it looked white. Just below low fringes that just about reached her eyebrows was set a pair of eyes so blue it seemed to pierce into souls. Her hair would be styled in the latest pureblood fashion, often curling up at its end. Being part of a wealthy pureblood family didn't help with her haughtiness. Always dressed in the latest in vogue clothes meant that fashion was one of her resorts for confidence. The up-to-date magical skincare products also evaded her from the downsides of puberty. Her suprior appearance was often a primary reason in her confidence and arrogance.

→ 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 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.



Roleplay Response:
Ciara did not have a proper reason to be in the dungeons. Then again, though, she did not need a proper reason. She was Ciara Mary-Anne Fernsby; with her status, her reputation, her skill, and her wealth, she figured that she had no use for the permission of others. Something about the dungeon intrigued her, whether it was it's icy smooth walls or the suits of armour that seemed to follow her with every step. Down here, she felt like the queen she should be, enigmatic, yet powerful. It was convenient that the Slytherin common room led right into the dungeons.

What she could not fathom, would be how a Gryffindor would get down here. For Ciara, the dungeons felt like Slytherin's front lawn. The Gryffindors had there own hallways. Could it be a possible test of courage into a pathetic sorority?- or part of a game of an uneventful Truth or Dare?- or could it simply be a tedious adventure by a dull first year? Ciara would never know. Then of course, the legend of Emma Birch was a rumour the younger students spread, one just as dull as the young wizards and witches themselves. To be in search of a myth was nothing but a time-waster.

Ciara heard footsteps - right with caution - slowly manoeuvring down the corridor. If fear was present in the footsteps - which it was -, then tensing would be a waste of energy. It was probably a child, one still filled with naïvety. They should learn soon not to find themself down here. Ciara came to a stop in the corridor, curious to know who was accompanying her in the dungeons. How ironic would it be if the student was indeed searching for Emma Birch?

A nervous wreck of a greeting reverberated on the walls, revealing herself to be female. The dungeon was not unlike a whisper gallery and Ciara could hear her words despite the volume the student meant it to be. Ciara was just about to reveal herself, but she stopped as the girl started to speak once more. Ciara had to contain a laugh as her affair indeed revealed to be the myth of Emma Birch, the departed sixteen-year-old Slytherin. Perhaps she could only applaud the girl's bravery.

Taking a turn in the corridor, Ciara found herself to be directly facing the girl. 'No, she isn't. But, I don't suppose she would find it pleasant to get acquainted with you,' playing along sarcastically, her stance intimidating and her voice cold.


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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Freya Shaw | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Dylan Duckheart on 25/08/2023 at 23:54 »
Accepted!!
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Elsewhere Accepted / Freya Shaw | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Freya Shaw on 25/08/2023 at 23:07 »


 
E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

 
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Freya Shaw
Gender: Female
Age: 26 / 29 February 1943
Blood Status: Pureblood
 
Education: 
Hogwarts (Hufflepuff), class of 1961
 
Residence:
London
 
Occupation:
Socialite & Healer - Morgue
 
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
St. Mungo’s
 
Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 8
  • Divination: 7
  • Transfiguration: 9
  • Summoning: 8

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:
Willow Foxglove, Roisin Hale, etc.
 
Biography: (300 words minimum.)
For only two years, Freya was doted on as the youngest child in the Shaw family. She doesn’t remember that time, though, because for as long as she could remember, she was in the middle. She was naturally the peacekeeper between her two sisters, the mediator. She was used to being a lot more level-headed and quieter too. While her older sister excelled academically, and her younger sister was doted on, Freya found herself slipping into the background.
 
But then she was eleven and leaving to go to Hogwarts. She tried to fit in with her older sister and her friends, but none of them wanted an ickle firstie following them around. She had to learn pretty quickly how to make her own friends and forge her own way. The once close relationship that she had with her younger sister began to slip two years later when it was discovered that she was a squib, and their parents sent her off to finishing school.
 
All they had in common at that point was DNA. Their experiences now diverged. Freya had magic and their parents wanted her to excel in school so that she could get a good job after graduating. She’d always be able to defend herself, so they didn’t need to worry about her. Her sister, on the other hand, was to be married off to a Pureblooded someone or another.
 
Freya was dedicated to the Hospital Wing while she was a student, opting to work in the tent on game days rather than in the sky on a broom. She loved the healing aspect of magic, and she had a good talent for it. She studied hard, and had an internship at St. Mungo’s her final summer before graduating. That’s when she discovered that she enjoyed the Morgue most of all.

Once she was able, she applied for a position as a Junior Healer at St. Mungo’s, working specifically with the deceased. She was excellent at her job and moved up to full Healer status.  Sure, it was a little macabre, but it helped her stand out from her sisters. And while she considers herself quite in-tune with the emotions of those around her, she prefers working with dead patients. It seems less complicated that way.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:
 
Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.
 
“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“
 
Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.
 
Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.
 
She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.
 
Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.
 
“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.
 
Roleplay Response:
Freya looked down at her watch, sighing to herself in annoyance. She’d forgotten to bring her food with her when she stepped out to run errands on her lunch break, and now she was probably going to be finishing the day with an empty stomach. She was thankful that she didn’t have to deal with alive patients, especially when she was so hungry. But she did still have her coworkers to contend with, and that would hopefully not be too bad.

She spotted a woman ahead of her, quill in hand, trying to get a man to stop for a statement on – well, something, but Freya was in too much of a hurry to really pay attention to more than that. If she could hurry and not be distracted by anything, then she could probably make it back in time to inhale at least a little bit of the sandwich she’d packed.

Freya looked down at her list of errands again – the hunger causing her brain to not retain much information at the moment. “Drat!” she cursed out loud, turning on her heel and making her way back the way she just came. She passed the Duelling Wands, the shop she needed to stop in to request a potion. She retraced her steps and entered the shop.

A few moments later, Freya returned to the busy Diagon Alley, moving on to the next stop on her list. It was then that she heard a yell for help. The blonde stopped in her tracks and looked around, then spotted the woman from earlier struggling. There was no way she’d be able to eat anything until dinner time. But she wasn’t one to just leave someone needing help.

“Oh, just a second, I’ll get it,” Freya responded and took out her wand. “Wingardium leviosa,” she attempted on the shoe, hoping that using magic would keep anyone from getting hurt.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Isla Shaw - Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Willow Foxglove on 24/08/2023 at 19:34 »
Accepted!
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Elsewhere Accepted / Isla Shaw - Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Isla Shaw on 24/08/2023 at 19:05 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Isla Shaw
Gender: Female.
Age: Twenty three
Blood Status: Squib from a pureblooded family.

Education:
Finishing school, private tutor from the age of 13

Residence:
London

Occupation
Socialite and barmaid at the Snake Pit

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No thank you

Requested Magic Levels:
Squib

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Three Foxgloves and their auntie, Parker McCormick, Apollo Undergrove, Ophelia Marquis

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Isla was born into quite an ordinary family, in wizarding terms. She was the daughter of a man with a solid heritage and a lot of money, the darling of a mother who hated long names, and the baby sister of two beautiful blonde witches. Life was good, if a little bit harried, and Isla got on with the business of growing up without a care in the world.

It was around her tenth birthday that things became a little bit tense in the Shaw household. Usually, the local wizarding schools posted letters during the summer and yet by the middle of August, no such thing had arrived at the Shaw mansion in Lancashire. Isla’s parents probably wouldn’t have worried (her father always felt the Hogwarts owls were terrible mail carriers), but in this case there was cause for concern. Little Isla had produced neither a spark nor a speck of colour in the years leading up to her eleventh birthday. In fact, the only thing magical about the little girl was her smile.

On the first of September, the Hogwarts Express pulled out of King’s Cross station without Isla on it. The girl did not know it at that point, but her life was about to change forever. Instead of learning about charms and potions, her time would be dedicated to every pursuit that would make her a better wife. She had one day left as the carefree Isla of old yet the very next, while her sisters were picking subjects and making friends, her new path started.

Finishing school was first and by the end of it, Isla could curtsy, annunciate and cater with the best of them. Four years of round-the-clock tutoring eradicated her Lancashire accent while bringing her a fluency in French and a deep understanding of the social side of both politics and economics, wizarding or otherwise. At sixteen she was introduced to pureblooded society and that was when the next chapter of her life started.

Nathaniel Jones was from the upper crust of Lancashire society. He had soulful dark eyes, hair that curled on rainy days and an inheritance that could fund two wars and a short renaissance. While his parents were a little bit hesitant about the match at first. Isla’s father had no trouble convincing Commissioner Jones that Isla would be a most suitable wife for their son. Not only was her private education the very best that money could buy, but her status as squib was not common knowledge. In fact, the Shaw's had gone out of their way to weave a web of mystery around the whereabouts and assets of their youngest daughter, thus shielding her from the bias and discrimination squibs so often faced.

In those days, Isla did not mind playing the role of future home maker. She was decent at most domestic pursuits and Nathaniel was quite dreamy in his own way. It was just that she disliked the surname Jones and besides, there were so many things that she still wanted to do. There were mountains that needed climbing, laws that needed passing and many, many streets that still hadn’t felt the pressure of her feet as she wandered down them on a sunset eve.

Still, she did not object to the lavish engagement party her parents treated their guests to, nor the many months thereafter that she officially spent on Nathaniel’s arm. In fact, it was only on a rainy day in London, when Isla had been left to her own devices in the five bedroom house that would be their started home, that she needed to take a moment. Instead of clawing the exquisitely chosen wallpaper to shreds like she really wanted to, Isla headed out into pouring rain in nothing but her pretty dress and a light summer’s coat.

It was a good thing her beloved was somewhere else because he would have been horrified at the state her hair had gotten into by the time she left their charming residential quarter and crossed into Diagon Alley. Whether it was the laughter of children out to stock up for their wonderfully magical education or simple fate that drove her down darker corridors she did not know, but Isla would never regret those first few steps off the well-trodden paths in Diagon Alley. Those first strides away from everything she knew led her down to a seedy little joint. A few weeks later she secured a little job at this very bar. Now, a month or so later Isla Shaw was finally carving out a little life for herself, away from the pressures of her perfect pureblooded life and in a shadowy corner where neither the Jones’ nor the Shaw's could discover her and drag her home.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
It had been years since Isla had set foot in Hogsmeade. Back when she’d been a very small girl who followed her parents everywhere, the family would meet Isla’s two older sisters for lunch during the Hogsmeade weekends. Isla’s mum would use words like quaint, cosy and odd to describe the tiny village and Isla would nod along happily, completely nonplussed about the faded furniture as she worked her way through a bowl of ice cream with chocolate sauce and extra sprinkles.

Those days were long gone, though, and all of the girls were grown up. Isla wasn’t meeting Nathaniel either - she honestly thought he’d rather drop dead than be seen in a village north of the border. Herein lay the appeal because today, Isla needed a break from the man in her life. Christmas was just around the corner and she’d see more than enough of him and both of their families to last her until Easter. It was lucky that he’d be away on business for at least two days, giving Isla a bit of time to explore the places that she’d been shut out of.

One of the men who had decided to brave the snow with her obviously had less luck. One moment he was upright, holding a nice collection of boxes and the very next, Isla felt herself jogging closer to help him up. He'd somehow crashed into an innocent bystander and if nothing else, Isla was quite curious to see if somebody was going to get thumped.

“Goodness,” she said simply, her eyes immediately travelling to the clumsy man's ankle. With the way he’d slipped, she was almost certain that he might have broken or at least sprained it.

“Are you alright? Do you need me to call for some help?”

Without a wand, there was very little a petite young woman like Isla would be able to do.




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Archived Applications / Re: Daisy Alderton
« Last post by Pythagorea Proud on 23/08/2023 at 20:27 »
Dear Miss Alderton,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins on 1 September. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.


Yours sincerely,

Deputy Headmistress
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