Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Goldie Märchen

Gender: Female

Age: 11

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Midas & Ella Märchen (deceased), raised by Alice Märchen (grandmother)

Residence:
Port Talbot, Wales

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?
The Cottage Children Totally not related to any other characters.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Tobias Mandrake, Aethelstan Lowsley, Nora Lowsley, et. al.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

Goldie wanted the best.

The food had to be just right. Too hot or cold, she would refuse to eat it. If it was not the meal she desired, she turned it away. There was no need for her to settle for anything less. She demanded perfection, and she would receive it.

It was what she deserved.

She would never take Cinder’s hand-me-downs. Her clothes needed to be the newest clothes, the finest, the most fashionable. Once, her grandmother had given her one of Cinder’s, a dress her sister had worn. It was old, scuffed, mended.

Imperfect.

The dress left her hands in tatters.

Her Grandmother learned.

Then came Hogwarts. The greatest school of magic in the world, they said. Ancient - founded by the greatest witches and wizards the world had known. The perfect place for a young witch to learn magic.

She would not go.

It was the perfect place for a young witch to go, but it was every young witch that went there. The teachers would not just be focussed on her, but others. If it were still the founders, perhaps it would be worth it. She did not wish to share classes, did not wish to live in the cold of Scotland, to have to share bedrooms, brooms, food.

Goldie wanted the best.

Instead, she got tutors. They taught her what she wished to learn, when she did. Not just taught magic, but Languages - Muggle History - whatever held her fancy that day. She gave a smile the day those she knew left for Hogwarts, left for the imperfect school far away. They were like dreamers, moving blissfully through a dream, not knowing they were in it.

But all dreamers must wake.

Goldie already had.


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:
She needed to leave home every once and awhile. Goldie did not wished to be cooped up in her home, like a princess in a tower. She was a princess, yes - but princesses should be seen.

At least, one such as her.

Last weekend was shopping. No need to go to Diagon Alley so soon again. Not when the weather was so nice, when it was the perfect day to go to the park. She lay, blond hair splayed around her head like a halo.

The perfect day.

Three swooshes. Three figures flying overhead. The peace was shattered. Boys on broomsticks. Goldie was at her feet in an instant. How dare they - did they not know? What gave them the right to ruin her day?

"You!"

The voice was young. Hardly a squeal. But it was sharp, Loud. Commanding.

Directed at her.

"...Do you want to play?"

Goldie turned. All thoughts of broomsticks gone. The girl was small. Young. Riding a child’s toy, puttering on the ground. She drew herself to her full height, eyes like ice. She strode over.

One. Two. Three. Like the distraction which ruined her day.

The sun was behind her, the shadow cast longer than her small form. Goldie looked down. She did not bend to her knees so she would be on equal height with the young girl. She loomed.

“I ask who I wish to play with.” Her voice was light, melodious. It almost masked her icy tone. “Not you.”

She kept her eyes on the girl. “Why should I wish to play with you?”



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