Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Thalia A. Gray
Gender: F.
Age: 20 y.o, 3 Sept 1919

Education: 

Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry – 1930 to 1937
France, Université de Lyon d'études Magiques, Majoring in Magizoology – 1937-Present
(let us presume that Thalia left Britain before Lock Down.)

Residence:

Gray Manor, Hogsmeade Countryside, Scotland
Currently: Sévrier, France

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Magizoologist-in-training /University Student

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• Charms: 10
• Transfiguration: 7
• Divination: 6
• Summoning: 9

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Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Late 1937  - November

“I miss Mom.”

The blonde scratched at her cheek, her lips tightening. She sat as primly as she could, but her nail-bitten hands fidgeted. She did not want to talk about this. He already knew what she was bound to say, and he knew it, too.

Nevertheless, her father made her sit through this 'discussion' every alternate weekend, and she quote unquote ‘It’s something we ought to do, now that it’s just the two of us.’

Her mother had died, quite recently – months after knowing her own parents back in Washington DC had disappeared without a trace – not a clue as to where they’d gone. Naturally, Emmaline thought they’d passed of old age, inflicted with disease or kidnapped… or murdered. Regardless of the reason, her mother had sickened with grief, burdened with the guilt of not having the chance to even say ‘goodbye’. Her heart became weak and she’d died in her sickbed, in the summer of 1937, and none too peacefully.

“I miss her too, kiddo.”

She moistened her lips, blinking up to see her father’s crestfallen face. She saw the deep grooves lining his forehead, and he seemed much, much older than he really was. She wasn’t the only one grieving here, Thalia reminded herself.

“Don’t you get tired of this, Dad?”

He steepled his fingers, leant his forehead against them, the answer flickering in his hooded eyes. Never.

“We can’t forget-“

The young woman bolted up from her chair.

“I won't! And I’m sick of this. I don’t-”

As much as she loved her Mom - and she loved her very, very much - she hated the fact that they seemed to be crippled by her death, wilting to uselessness and inactivity. It was a natural phase, yes, but it’d been 6 months now. They can’t possibly keep this up because by the time they resurfaced from their grief, her mother’s tombstone would probably be joined by another, hers or her father’s. She didn’t want that, being alone was the most cruellest thing anyone should ever have to go through and--

Thalia clamped her quivering lips, willed herself not to cry.

Her mother was a practical woman, and Thalia hardly ever saw her cry - trivial things were pushed aside and rationality always prevailed, and quite apparently, Thalia tried to emulate this tough act – she did pretty well so far.

“I’m sorry, Dad, but it’s gone on for so long. We have to move on.”

She was met by silence. Her father wouldn’t budge, she knew – she’d gotten her stubbornness from him.

“I’ve decided.” Thalia paused, made certain that her father was listening to her request.

“I’m going to France and pursue Magizoology. I-It'd be something Mom would've wanted me to do. Go after my dreams.”

More silence. All she wanted was some semblance of normality; was that too hard to ask for?

“Dad-“

“I can’t lose you, too.”

At the height of emotion, barely a whisper, his voice cracked and it was almost as if he was pleading with her.

Her father, an Auror for almost 20 years, had been reduced to this foreigner. Seth of many years ago had taught her to be strong and he urged her to never give up or back down, told her to keep her spirit up when things go awry, hopeless and miserable. He was brave and his smile made his eyes crinkle handsomely. This wasn’t her father, he was but a shadow of his former self. 

Thalia sighed, perhaps, all they needed was some time and space apart from each other. After all, two grieving souls living under one house would only lead to a bitter life, one filled with ceaseless sorrow. Surely, her father wouldn't want that, nor would his beloved.

She came around to him, placed her arms around her old man, trying to comfort him the only way she knew how.

“You won’t.”

A promise she’d probably try but fail to keep.


Roleplay: (If you are requesting Exceptional levels - above 32 total - please respond to the roleplay and questions here instead)
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It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.

Roleplay Response:

Late 1937

She was out shopping – yes, a miracle – for supplies before she set off to France that following Saturday. She had tons to prepare - her travelling papers, clothes, her admission papers to her University, made sure she’d carried enough galleons with her, made sure Caramel had her treats. A homestay, too, perhaps, since she only knew an inch of French. She figured she’d deal with that once she got in France, presuming that they'd allow her in.

Right then, she was in a bookshop, picking up a good French dictionary. She'd definitely need that in order to interact with the people there.

Thalia felt a tug on her coat, and quite clumsily, the blonde whirled around abruptly, her arms swinging with shopping bags and such. She almost hit the child beside her, and oh, a puffskein.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there!”

The young woman’s brow furrowed as she tried to keep up with the child. She scanned the area, wondering what this was girl doing all alone in such a bustling shopping district. She must be lost.

"He misses my and his mommy."

This, Thalia could relate to her with. Dropping her bags down immediately, the blonde knelt before the child, opting to converse with her at eye-level.

“I understand.”

The 20-year old rummaged in her pocket, knowing that she kept all sorts of things in there, perhaps, some biscuit crumbs for the puffskein. She didn’t know what the girl would like but she’d deal with that later. Right now, she ought to be comforted.

“Look, poppet. Here’s for Sambundeakin.” Weird name, Thalia thought, initially, but it seemed endearing... for a puffskein. She extended her palm, the biscuit crumbs looked pathetically disgusting, but it’ll do.

“As for you, if you don’t mind coming with me, we’ll go find your mother.”

Wiping her palms clean, she extended a hand for the girl to take.

Just a little trust, and we’ll get there, love.
 

OTHER
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