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Elsewhere Accepted / Bridgit Wilkinson - Elsewhere Adult
« on: 29/08/2016 at 20:18 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Bridgit Wilkinson
Gender: Female
Age: 51 (born May 4th, 1897/1935)
Blood Status: Muggleborn

Education:  Ravenclaw, graduating class of 1915 (1953 pre-warp); Spellbound writer.

Residence: Muggle London

Occupation:: Muggle fashion designer

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.

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 8
  • Divination: 8
  • Transfiguration: 10
  • Summoning: 6
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:
Active: Tempest Northcutt
Inactive: Kasia Ranieri, Gertrude Swancott, Mildred Swancott, Clara Edeson, Melinda Fisher

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Bridgit was born to a lovely muggle family in 1935. She had a sister who was 3 years older. The family was pinching pennies to get through the bad times, but they managed. Bridgit was quite young when the war happened, and still rather young when it ended. Her father never liked to talked about it, and since he was the head of the household - well, his word mattered.

The idea of a magical daughter was strange to her parents, but they had faith in their bright little daughter and they let her go off into a new world. She came back after first year bursting at the seams with all the amazing things that happened at Hogwarts. Though proud, Bridgit’s parents couldn’t understand all the new things in their daughter’s life. It made them uncomfortable. Thus, they chose to ignore it. She would chatter on about a new charm and be asked to pass the potatoes. Bridgit piped up about potions class and was told not to speak over her sister. Her sister got a lot of attention. So Bridgit decided to do some impersonation.

Except, to talk knowledgeably about boys - one had to first talk to the boys themselves. And to discuss music and actors, one had to keep up with the magazines. Soon what had started as a front to get her parents’ attention actually became Bridgit’s life. By third year, her studies were slacking. In fourth year, she entered the wide world of cosmetic charms and turned herself blonde. Additionally, she became known as a flirt.

Once seventh year rolled around, Bridgit was the eyeroll of every good Ravenclaw. She was a hair-twirling, gum-snapping, boy-crazy fashionista who wrote a gossip column (that is, Society Page) for Spellbound.

After Hogwarts, Bridgit came to realize that her education had not prepared her for a job in the muggle world. It also, coincidentally, hadn’t really prepared her for a job in the wizarding world either. She ended up as a shop girl for a Diagon Alley boutique. She helped in the front of the shop, and then some with the sewing, and then a bit with a design. In a few years, a large amount of the store had actually been designed by Bridgit Wilkinson! However, her name was not on any of it. A muggleborn couldn’t be expected to rise that high.

This is where Newton MacDonald found her again after their school years.

He encouraged her to look for more, dream for more, expect more. Somehow he saw through the wand-blonde exterior and thought he found a competent, interesting witch. Bridgit dreamed of meeting his expectations. Also, his little sister was pretty cute to have around too.

But he left. He had to - he had to find his sister. Bridgit understood that and she waited. She waited longer than any reasonable person would have because Newton believed in her. Eventually her waiting became moping, and moping became wallowing. Bridgit’s sister insisted she spend more time with her family. The first time Bridgit found her young nephew shoved in her arms, she broke down in tears. It was something she thought she’d never have. But slowly, week after week, she went for family dinner. And she found some form of comfort.

At one of these dinners, she met a friend of her brother-in-law. True, he was a muggle. But he didn’t know to look down on Bridgit for having come from muggles. They danced around each other for some time but finally married in 1964. Bridgit was 29 when she gave up the magical world the first time. The couple had a daughter in 1966.

On New Year’s Eve 1974, Bridgit kissed her daughter goodnight and pulled up the covers. She refused a third bedtime story, saying enough was enough. She even refused to tell the story of the fairy princess and dashing prince who once grew up in the walls of a magical castle. Bridgit and her husband celebrated the holiday early and turned in by 11:30pm. That night, Bridgit had the worst nightmares of her adult life. When she woke up, her family was gone. Her house was gone. Her wand (which had always been kept in the back of her nightstand) was beside her on the ground.

She apparated for the first time in years to go check her sister’s place. Gone too. Her parents - house standing, family different. Her shop - gone. Eventually her body couldn’t handle the time warp and the sudden burst of magic coursing through her system. Bridgit had no choice but to go to St. Mungo’s for treatment. She barely made the final trip there.

But at least she wasn’t alone. So many seemed confused and hurt by the recent events.

Over the next several months, Bridgit was a frequent visitor to St. Mungo’s for vertigo related symptoms. Originally she attempted to stay with the Wizarding World. There was nothing for her in Muggle England and at least Diagon Alley and other things were familiar. But the world was quickly turning bad for muggleborns, worse than anything Bridgit had ever experienced. She didn’t feel strong enough to fight. She barely felt strong enough to live. She fled back to Muggle England, taking menial work (the war didn’t leave much room for fashion) and always scanning the crowd for her lost loved ones. With everything that happened, could finding them again really be that impossible?

That was her life afterwards. There was no one to pull her out of the melancholy this time. No sister, no nephew, no husband, no daughter. She merely subsisted day to day and found a few more small joys with passing time. After the war passed, she moved back into fashion and seemed able to pick the next trend with eerie accuracy. The faces she lost began to fade over the years. Bridgit carried on like that until there was a boom one day, a sonic wave that resonated to her very core.

The wizarding world was exposed. And she couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Roleplay Response:

A shoe came to a tumbling stop just in front of Bridgit. It was a nice shoe, with a functional, yet stylish heel and a cute toe box adorned by a nice detail touch. Perhaps not her favorite shade, but certainly serviceable with the right outfit. It was currently broken, but that was fixable. Knowing the true value of such an item, Bridgit took little time in bending down to swoop it up.

A quick scan of the crowd helped her pick out the voice in need of help. The head of red hair also may have helped her narrow down the suspects. Bridgit, holding the shoe like a prize terrier, wove through the crowd towards Amelia.

“This,” she offered, “is yours I believe?” Bridgit also produced a small vial from her pocket. “I have some glue that will help with the problem if you need.”

After all, muggle or witch, every woman needed to be prepared when she went out into the world. Especially on these cobblestones.

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