Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name:Siobhán BoleynBirthday:December 21, 1945Hometown:Calais, FranceBloodline:Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination
Year (pick two):3rd/ 4th
Biography:Of the three Boleyn heirs, young Siobhan is the middle. And while she did love her family deeply, they were not the warmest bunch. Her father, Tomás, was a Durmstrang man through and through. The strict up-bringing that the school was known for is exactly how he raised his children. Misbehavior was met with punishment. HEr mother, Annalise, was a cold perfectionist who used subtle manipulation that she learned in her formative years as a slytherin to get what she wanted from everyone around her. Her parents were difficult to please but Merlin did she miss them. A little over a year ago they had both caught dragon pox and couldn’t shake it. The only saving grace was that the children were at school. Siobhán’s elder brother, Dominik, followed in her father’s footsteps and had gone to Durmstrang while she had wanted to go to her mother’s old school of Hogwarts. Tomás would not have it; he decreed that she would be attending Beaubaxton’s as his mother and sisters had. No manipulation from Annalise or Siobhán would change his mind. The only budging that happened was that he let her mother send her younger sister, Angelique, to Cavendish School for Girls in London. Her father hated England often saying that his wife was the only good thing that he had ever found there.
<p>After the passing of thier parents, the children were left in the guardianship of their maternal grandmother, Lady Faye Graymare. Lady Graymare was kind and gentle and the children loved visiting her. She gave the children the free choice to attend whatever school they wanted. While her older brother refused to switch as he liked his school, Siobhán jumped at the chance to finally have some independence from her father. She would make her mother proud.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Slytherin
Personality:Siobhán is a quiet, watchful girl. She does not yell or speak before thinking but can be very quick witted when she wants to be. She refuses to let anyone walk all over her which got her more than a few punishments as a child. She proudly enjoys her femininity and is never seen in an ungraceful manner. She is very protective of her little sister and would do anything for her and her brother is her best friend. She learned very early from her mother that if there is something you want you need to go after it at any cost and that is her motto for Hogwarts, Merlin help any who get in her way.
Appearance:She had dark brown almost black hair that she inherited from her father and green eyes from her mother. Her light skin can be attributed from the little time she spends outside as she would rather not get her dresses dirty. Her short stature often gives people the impression that she is weak but it is only a fool who would underestimate her.
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.
<p>Siobhán had been coming back from the library after a long day of studied for her potions final when she heard it. It sounded like a small child almost crying and asking for someone called...Emma Birch? She rolled her eyes. Her housemates had warned her of such griffindor pranks. Often they would send the younger students to the dungeons looking for some made up student who had been killed there. Most of the other slytherins thought it was to see how the new ones reacted, how [i[brave[/i] they could be.
She snorted, “Stupidity more like it…” She said to herself. “Come here little one, there is no Emma here. Your friends have sent you on a fools errand.”
Siobhán made her way toward the terrified looking little girl and offered a hand. “Come. The common room is this way. We can have some tea and let you calm down. Then we can find a way to get back at those imbeciles that send you down here by yourself? How does that sound?”
She tried to make her face as welcoming as possible; the little girl reminded her of her sister. Anger began to boil within her as the thought of the samething happening to little Angel. She would find these lions and make sure this stupid tradition eneded.
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