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Shop Permits / The Yellow Door // shop permit
« Last post by Claudie Locksley on 22/10/2017 at 21:38 »
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Shop name: The Yellow Door
Shop Type: Cafe/Bakery
Location: Hogsmeade
Subforum? Unfortunately, no!

Short Description (50 words max): Charmingly snuggled in the middle of Hogsmeade village, The Yellow Door is a local favourite. A cozy building that greets every customer like a warm hug. Serving homemade goodies, sandwiches, and soup. A dozen pots of coffee and different teas constantly brew behind the counter, filling the air with a delicious scent. Welcome to your home away from home!
Long Description (200 words min): The second child and home to Mrs. Agatha Lane Locksley*, The Yellow Door is the perfect place for villagers and visitors to come for a tasty bite to eat and a hot cup of something. Upon entering the deceivingly small cottage with its signature sunflower yellow door, guests are shocked to find a large tea room awaiting them. White-painted woods and sunny patterns cover the interior of the cafe. Small pots of various yellow and white flowers adorn each table. Books line shelves along most walls, free for anyone to enjoy if they so desire. The entire environment is homey and comforting. Agatha has run the cafe for the last twenty-two years of her life. She is often seen chatting with regular customers, small fluffs of flour always appearing on her hands. Many wonder why the baking tastes so delicious. The secret is the love and work Agatha, a quiet Squib, puts into every handmade item. She spends hours tirelessly putting treats together - though she operates with a charmed oven that makes the baking time significantly shorter. Her daughter, Claudie, has manned the front desk and most of the shop since she was seven-years-old. There isn't a tea or coffee bean that Claudie isn't an expert on pairing with a specific delicacy. She can be found reading one of her many novels at the front counter, or intently listening to anyone who needs a friendly ear. Guests can enjoy a range of sandwiches - the most popular being a chicken Caesar club on soft pretzel - with a delicious homemade soup. Or, for lighter meetings, deliciously gigantic scones are paired with clotted cream, jam, and a steaming cup of hot tea.

What purpose will this shop serve other than selling things and being the home of your character? Why would people want to RP there just for fun? It's a cafe in Hogsmeade, which would provide a great spot for any gossiping students, first-date couples, or old friends meeting up for a quick lunch!
Elsewhere Accepted / Aphrodite Foxe ♥ Little Princess
« Last post by Aphrodite Foxe on 22/10/2017 at 19:41 »

E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D


Character Name: Aphrodite Foxe
Gender: Female
Age: 7
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Diane Fellwater-Foxe (played by Serena) and Henry Foxe (NPC)
The Foxe farm in England’s West Country (around Bristol)
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Probably the daycare.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
The Fellwater fam! <3
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Mia Green, Melissa Moran

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Aphrodite Dione Foxe knew a lot of things. She knew how the world worked, or her world, at least. She knew her family. She knew her opinions. She knew what she wanted. And that was greatness. Aphrodite also knew greatness had requirements. Most were blurry, but she was sure of one. Perfection.

Though the blonde-haired, hazel-eyed, undeniably beautiful child was only seven, there were a lot of things she was absolutely sure of. She was sure of the fact that looks were of the highest importance. What else was there in life, really, apart from appearances? All that mushy, only the inside matters propaganda....She knew it was false. Deep down, everyone desired to be pretty. She didn’t have to strive for it. She very well knew she was already there.

She was sure of the fact that she was the family favorite. Alba was far too pushy, and cheeky in the worst moments. The twins were well versed in being the annoying babies of the family. And her cousins...oh, so many of them. Aphrodite Dione Fox far outshone the rest, a princess hidden from the world in the acres of the family farm. At the very least a princess in her own mind.

She was sure of the fact that love was the most beautiful thing the world had to offer. More than the rest of the family, Aphrodite noticed things. Things like teenagers in Hogsmeade shooting shy glances at each other. Muggles holding hands at the cinemas she visited with her father. Couples shopping together at Diagon Alley. It was beautiful. Perfect. And something she needed. The young girl knew not all relationships turned out like the ones she imagined and dreamed of. She knew, when she grew old enough, she’d have to go through more than a few relationships to find that perfect boy. The Prince Charming she pictured in her dreams, while her cousins discussed how boys were so icky.

Boys were only icky in comparison to her, really. She’d have to search for quite a while...Only four more years to wait. Four more years, until Odi was eleven and she would receive the Hogwarts letter she was sure was coming. And then, the search would begin.

She was sure of the fact that pink was the best color. Others might claim that yellow was in favor, or light blue in style, or red the color the best of the best wore. Aphrodite knew better. Through her eyes was a world of pink. A world of pink, of seashells and beaches, of queendom, of sparkles, of cherry blossoms and roses, of love and a happy ever after. She had no concept of divorce, preferring to believe true love was forever, and brushing aside Aunt Magda’s divorce as just not having the right capability to truly love. The girl, of course, did not realize the truth in that she was only seven and really had no idea what backed her aunt’s divorce.

She was sure of the fact that she didn’t care about what other people thought. Or at least...that was her story. But if people don’t like you-what are you? Nothing. You were absolutely, utterly nothing. And people who were nothing were the exact opposite of perfect. Odi didn’t care what other people thought, she insisted to her mum and her siblings and many aunts and cousins. But even goddesses can lie.

A princess, a queen, a goddess, even. All things she aspires to be. Really, they are all the same thing. Perfection. And greatness.

Aphrodite Dione Foxe knew a lot of things. She knew she was usually right. She knew she was meant for more than the farm life. She knew she was destined for greatness.

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 trudged 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:

Finally, finally, they’d made it to Hogsmeade! Away from the farm at long last. Not that the farm was terrible. It was just so…drab, sometimes, and it seemed like the young girl had been stuck in the dusty, animal-filled environment for weeks and weeks in an unending stretch. Thank goodness for Father, who had finally noticed that Odi was withering away and needed to escape. Needed to wear something other than casual farm clothes. Needed to have an excuse to comb her hair and put on her favorite heart-shaped locket (that currently featured photos of her two favorite barn cats) and borrow some of Mum’s lipstick.

While her siblings had opted to wear play clothes for the day’s outing at Godric Park, Aphrodite, of course, could not stoop to such levels. Not when she was going to be out in public. She’d chosen her outfit for the day, a hot pink blouse and black skirt, with extreme care. She didn’t know who might see her, after all.

Though sadly Dad had insisted Alba and the twins needed to come along as well, at least she was free from the crowdedness of living with all of her cousins, for the time being, at least. The seven year old skipped happily ahead of her family and into the park, ignoring Apollo’s calls for her to come back and walk with them. She could play with her siblings anytime. But now she was out in the big, wide world. She didn’t have time for them right now, there were things to do, people to meet.


Her head turned at the sound of another girl’s voice, sharp and demanding. Aph’s not-bushy eyebrows (she’d checked) rose. “Me?” A tone of voice that was both inquisitive and just a bit cold at the same time. The blonde knew the other child was talking to her, because face it, why wouldn’t she? But Aphrodite did not like this girl’s tone of voice to her, no sirree, not at all.

“...Do you want to play?”

Now there was a much more welcome question. Quickly glancing behind her-her family was still too far behind to stop her from going off somewhere-Aphrodite nodded in affirmation. “Yes, that sounds lovely. What did you have in mind?”

Typically, it was Odi that chose the games that were played. But she didn’t want to offend the other child just yet. The other girl might just prove herself useful.

How did you find us? Random Google searching for a Harry Potter roleplay

Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Claudie Locksley on 22/10/2017 at 15:37 »
Character name: Claudie Locksley
Face claim first name: Zoe
Face claim last name: Kazan
Link to accepted application/completed thread: Claudie's Story
Elsewhere Accepted / Sabina Ximénez
« Last post by Sabina Ximénez on 21/10/2017 at 23:50 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

Character Name: Sabina Gabriela Ximénez
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Blood Status: Muggleborn

Ilvermony Horned Serpent

A flat in muggle London

professional ball of pent up emotions Magizoologist

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?

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 13
  • Divination: 6
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 6
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Emilio Soares

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Sabina Gabriella was born on a chilly October day. Vicente is a young upstart fresh out of college, and Paulina is barely twenty and has no idea what she wants to do. Both of them have their entire lives ahead of them, and a baby really put a hinge in their plans for adulthood. Both of them were unemployed, Vincente's family was poor and Paulina's family was deeply religious and didn't support her for having a child before marriage. But they both manage to find work, and fell in love with their young child, promising her a better life than the one they lived.

Even though both of her parents worked hard jobs and were often gone, Sabina's childhood was lovely. She spent her time being adored by her parents and flocking around in their small but cozy home. Her most fond memories were curling up on her dad's lap as he played his ukulele, full of her mom's homecooked meals. Things changed a little when her mother gave birth to her younger brother, Carmelo, but she adjusted. Sure, it was distressing to suddenly have to share the spotlight with a red-faced loud ball of energy, but she relished in the fact that someday he would make actual company and look up to her.

Things all crashed down. Despite her vivid memory, Sabina had no idea what happened during those days. The only thing she knew is that at one moment she was having fun with her family, and the next she and Carmelo were shivering in an orphanage, learning about magic from the other children there. Those years, she learned to keep away from strangers and hold her little brother close, the only thing she had left of her family. Carmelo looked so much like their father, it was painful. As she grew up and became Carmelo's only figure to look up to, she tried to mold him into a smart young man, but he was always looking to the sky, wanting to do his own thing.

As soon as she graduated from Ilvermony she got her brother out of that orphanage and moved into a small house, studying Magizoology. Though she worked hard, it was difficult to find work, and when she heard there was an opening in London she took it without hesitation. She had too many memories in America, anyway, and it was almost impossible to move on when everywhere she went it was almost like she could see her parents, hear their laughter, smell her mom's cooking. Sabina spends most of her days working and fretting over her little brother.

You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Sabina didn’t like going out in the snow, but it wasn't like she couldn't stay in the house all winter. (Or all the time, really. London was extremely cold) She bit her lip, sneezing into her shoulder. Carmelo would go on about how beautiful and unique every single flake was, snapping pictures as he pranced alongside her. Speaking of that, she hadn't heard from him all week. Was he eating enough? Studying?

Carmelo was a sweet boy, he just didn't make the right decisions sometimes and got frustrated whenever she tried to steer him towards the right track.

One moment she was walking, lost in her thoughts, and in the next she was covered in tinsel, a person at her feet. She was about to chew them out, but paused when she realized it was an old man. Her parents had always told her to respect her elders, and she took all of their advice to heart. Sighing, she picked some of the tinsel out of her curls.

"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"

She plastered on a smile, offering her hand out to help him. "It's o-" It wasn't okay. "I'm not angry about it," she corrected herself.

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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Alice Rose on 17/10/2017 at 23:51 »
Character name: Alice Rose
Face claim first name: Lisa
Face claim last name: Banes
Link to accepted application: Link
Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Amelia Niava on 17/10/2017 at 12:55 »
Character name: Amelia Niava
Face claim first name: Ryan
Face claim last name: Newman
Link to accepted application/completed thread: Over here!
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