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* Peter Copeland

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Character name: Peter Copeland

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable:

Character age: 37

Character education: Hogwarts

Strength and weaknesses (details please): Peter is strong overall physically due to his massive size. When it comes to magic, charms and potion making came always came easy to him but nothing gave him more joy than working in herbology and studying the behavior of plants and their properties. It's his love for plant life though that can also serve as a weakness, overlooking certain transgressions if he's supplied with one just as exotic or bizarre as the offense. He absolutely abhors snakes, so much so that a basilisk is his bogart.

Physical description: Peter is a very tall, and stocky wizard with a bushy, chestnut colored, chest-length beard and long flowing hair to match. In his off time he can be seen wearing sunglasses which make it so that only his nose and forehead are visible; as well as all his fingers being decorated in rings. Peter seems to always have the distinct smell of burnt tobacco, coffee grounds, and a sort of earthy overtone. Due to an accident with a mandrake, he is slightly deaf and volume control can be somewhat of a problem for him.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Peter has been known to have a warm and inviting personality, getting along with a majority of people who crosses paths with him. Though he is a very lovable person, when he gets angry, passionate is nowhere near strong enough a word to describe the way he acts. It can get to the point where belting out swears, some of which are a bit dated, and banging on flat surfaces is all he's doing (He has never gotten to this point with children). Peter always needs something to do or he starts to fidget, for instances when he experiments with gillyweeds and is timing the effects of it, he'll begin to play around with the stopwatch until he almost breaks it.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Hogwarts was his home away from home. It filled him with so much hope and determination when he was younger that it made him pursue a career in herbology that he never would have dreamed of had he lived a normal life like the rest of his muggle family. It's exactly because of this that Peter wishes to be a Professor, so he can be a part of the same experience with the next generation of students.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):    
  Peter Copeland is a muggleborn wizard born on December 2nd, 1913. His size and frame now was very much the same when he was little, very tall and chunky for his age. He was born into a heavily religious Welsh muggle family in Liverpool who didn't directly approve of anything to do with magic. His mother, Beryl Copeland (née Oakes), was a housemaid with a hardy attitude, and could make every ha'penny last. As all mothers do, she had a real soft spot for her only child. His father, Earnest Copeland, was a soldier in the first war, and died when Peter was only a few years old. With his father gone, Peter and his mother moved in with Beryl's older brother in a small, cramped wooden house secluded from most of society in the fields of Liverpool, and his large family for financial support.

  As a child, Peter loved to be outdoors, particularly a small garden him and his mom tended to, which seemed to be the only way he could get peace and quiet among the overwhelming amount of people inside. From Peter's cousins' point of view, Peter looked weak, so whenever he was outside, they soon followed after a while to tease him for doing "sissy" things, but they would lay off him on Sunday and Monday, since it was the only time his mom would be around the garden with him. The rest of the time she would need to spend working to provide for him as all the adults did. He would always stand his ground and fight, but would ultimately lose since he was often outnumbered. This started coming to a halt when Peter was around 9 years old when a strange occurrence happened. One afternoon, Peter's cousins were relentless with their torment, and were getting worse by poking him. Peter had every intention on fighting them like he usually does, but right when he turned his furious gaze toward them, handfuls of manure seemed to fling themselves at his cousins without him even grabbing them. Peter's cousins were too busy covering their faces to see it wasn't Peter throwing the fowl manure, nor was it Peter when entangled roots began to rise a couple centimeters off the ground to trip them as they ran back into the house. As peculiar as it was, Peter couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably. It was the first time he saw his cousins running in fear, so he wanted to soak in every second of their misery. Nothing like this happened again but unordinary events kept happening, like the fire in the chimney would flare immensely if he would laugh a little too hard, or a plant close to dying would be beaming with health at his touch. What seemed to be the strangest out of all of this was that Peter was the only one noticing these things.

  At 10 years old, Peter got mail that was meant to be delivered to him specifically. His family not believing children could receive mail, as they had no job, gave it directly to his mother, Beryl. She opened it to reveal an old peace of parchment saying that an institute known as Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry would be accepting him for their next school year, beginning Sept. 1. After reading all its contents, she ripped it up and put it in the fireplace thinking it was someone playing some joke. It wasn't until the letters started coming everyday that Beryl began to take it as a sick game someone was playing on her, but before she went to the authorities, she noticed the strange amount of owls surrounding her brothers house in broad daylight. Magic was seen as something evil to her religion, But what she wanted more than anything in the world was the absolute best for her child. Eventually, Beryl put her sons needs came before her own morals, and she told Peter what he was. He immediately couldn't believe it at all, but after a few minutes all those strange events that happened to began to make sense. The week before Sept. 1 came around, and Beryl with her son went all around London to follow the parchment's instructions as much as they  could, following those who they overheard talking about some of the things they were looking for until they found themselves surrounded by families looking for their necessities for their children's school year at Hogwarts. On the day Peter was to leave for the Hogwarts express, Beryl sat him down and struck a deal with him. The deal was that he was to tell anyone who wasn't his mom that he was attending a fancy boarding school in France, and that when he came home, anything having to do with Hogwarts will stay out of the rest of their family's site in fear that they would demonize Peter for his magic.

  Peter's time at Hogwarts were the best years of his young life. He was, like all the first years that were with him, a nervous wreck when they were being sorted, most kids muttering to themselves that they hope they join a specific house, Peter, towering over every first year, just stood unsure to what house he would belong to. When it finally came for the Sorting Hat to be placed on Peter, it felt that Hufflepuff would be a great fit for him but also felt that he would excel in Gryffindor. Peter looked directly at the Gryffindor table and instantly knew where he belonged, and the Sorting Hat feeling his desire placed him in Gryffindor house. People gravitated to him cause of his size, and even more so when they found out he was muggleborn. Throughout the years, he excelled in his classes, Charms as well as Conjuration more so than others, enjoying his effortless success at making items come to him from across the room at his whim, but his shining glory was always spotted in Herbology, which was his closest reminder of home. Peter had shown some promise in Transfiguration as pointed out by a professor of his, but Herbology took all his focus from anything else. Classes that were mainly about prediction was what he bombed at, and Divination was the worst of them all. He liked living in the now and having the mystery of the future stay just that. Plus, no matter how many tea leaves he saw he couldn't see anything more than blotches in a teacup.

  After his final year at Hogwarts, Peter wanted to explore the world more. He had decided to pursue a career in Herbology. His goal in life was to make his own encyclopedia of magical flora all over the world. Be it winning against fighting a Snargaluff for pods, forgetting to secure his earmuffs completely when repotting Mandrakes (where he got partial hearing loss), the world felt like it was his oyster. That is until his mother passed. It was February 7, 1939 and snow had piled up in mounds around his uncle's old home. Beryl was cremated and her ashes scattered in the garden that belonged to her son and herself, and she continued to take care of after her son left, as stated in her will. Attached with it as well was £500, an old photograph of him with his mother, and a note that stated, "I know it isn't much, my love, but with this I give all that I have to my name." . His uncle, stricken with grief, was more than willing to honor his sister's wishes, but with his own kids living their lives with their own families, and his wife leaving him, he no longer felt that there was a place for him at his own home. Rather than selling it, he thought it be more fit if Peter took ownership of his childhood home. Peter accepted all these possessions and stayed in his old home where he currently resides to this day by himself. Eventually, Peter's dream encyclopedia was forgotten and a new dream was realized. He wanted to build a magical plant nursery to house the garden, something artistic and peaceful with his childhood garden based at the center.

  His joy slowly managed to take back the place where his grief was, as time went on and he continued to build and plant. Peter never wanted to change a thing about the home outside of the nursery but wanted to make the nursery itself as large as he could get it. The coming years began to bring more loneliness than the nursery brought joy. He remembered that sharing his garden with his mum was also what gave him passion for plants. He began to think, "What if he was able to teach about his passion, and spread that same joy to children just like him?" Another aspiration grew inside him: to be able to teach about Herbology and give his knowledge to the next generation. With his nursery soon to be completed, he plans to open a shop to sell what he grows to the public that way he could spread his love of plants to all other people without them having to read about it in a dusty book.

(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

  It had finally happened. Peter Copeland was to have an interview with the Head Mistress for the position Herbology Professor which was basically one of his life goals. He did not want to screw it up so the night prior he made sure he set up spells so his plants in his nursery would have sufficient sustenance to stay healthy while he was gone. He also prepared a portkey that would take him right outside of Hogsmeade. He usually would Apparate wherever he wanted but be it he hasn't seen Hogsmeade for a minute, he didn't want to take any chances with splinching. Once he felt everything was where it was supposed to be, he went to bed content that everything was going to go as planned. It didn't.

  Peter woke up to loud banging noises he could only suspect was coming from his nursery. In a hurry as to not throw off his schedule, he rushed into the nursery to find gnomes, EVERYWHERE. "Consarn it, forgot to get repellent!" He muttered in an almost growling tone. He chased and tossed every gnome in sight till there were no more. Now panting heavily, Peter looked at his watch then closed it with a hard clap, rushing back into the house. He swore again right before repeating, "I can't be late," three times. The portkey transported him to Hogsmeade, not too far from the school.
Had anyone been in the halls, Peter was sure he would've trampled them like stampeding elephants the way he hurried along the stone corridors. He finally made it to the Head Mistress' office and came bolting in with a loud slam, "I'm here Head Mistress!" he said with some relief looking at his watch telling him he's on time. Hearing her voice when she said, "You are late." made his heart sink into his stomach. His clock was 5 minutes slow. Looking at her face, he knew he needed to give a quick explanation and he knew saying, "The gnomes made me late," was not going to suffice. "P-Please forgive me Head Mistress. My portkey landed me in L-London and not at Hogsmeade like I p-planned it to." he managed to say while stammering.