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« on: 01/12/2016 at 13:38 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Micah Dorian Smallweed

Birthday: 14 October 1937

Hometown: Hackney, London

Bloodline:
Halfblood (registered as pure)

Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two): First, second

Biography:
Micah’s best memories tended to rest in the past with his mother, the cat and (on those blue-moon occasions) his father. He’d beam every time he walked through the door, that the gesture wasn’t returned did not faze him.

Out of natural curiosity, his absences had been questioned. “Aurors,” his mother had replied (stormy eyes softening as they fell upon her son), “Are very busy people.”

He’d accepted it immediately, asked his father questions about his job which were never answered. It didn’t matter, he was an auror.

And Micah was undeniably proud.

Father prided himself on his pure ancestry, and Micah was more than happy to play along with his charade. A third-generation halfblood and “pureblood” did not make a pureblood, but when his father's word were the law, the idea of doubting him hadn’t crossed his mind.



At six years old, it came to light that Micah was not his father’s only child.

(A teary-eyed boy cast into unknown met with an unwelcome sight, what would be unsurprising to aged, wary eyes he did not possess.)

He smiled a couple seconds too late, deaf to all but the way the other children called the man dad. Idly, he wondered how much his mother had known and if she hadn’t passed, would he have ever found out. He wasn’t an auror—his time away from him had been time with his actual family, or stumbling about London, more often than not with a bottle in his hand.

(Fractured truths tore at his sapling soul leaving caverns of what was, what could be, and what never would be.)

It made a lot more sense now.

(He was ashamed to admit he’d cried after that.)



That James had been as equally terrible a father to his half-siblings made it easier to overcome the knee-jerk hostility he’d felt for the children whose existence tore his own apart. Six months and he could call them friends; after a year they were family (and he could say it, free of the sour taste that’d tarnished his tongue).

“For me?” Micah had asked as the letter was handed to him, “What—?”

The seal made him stop and Micah tore the envelope from his sibling’s hand (the action immediately followed by a sheepish apology) tearing it open with eager eyes.

Hogwarts. He was going to Hogwarts, with Jeremiah and Ophelia, and Althea would be there—

“Ow, ow!” Micah pressed a palm to his cheek to smother a pain that told him he’d been grinning too much.

With sorrows in his shadow and a tired flicker behind his sternum, Micah swore to not let tragedy define him.

His new family made it easier to keep that promise.



→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Hufflepuff

Personality: Micah first strikes you as quiet, he’s more of a listener than a speaker, though undeniably amiable. Not normally one to hold grudges, it takes a lot to earn his disfavour though there are cases where he will happily never forget nor forgive. He has a roguish sense of humour and can’t resist playing tricks on people sometimes, though he doesn’t mean much harm. Observant (and somewhat suspicious of others) Micah always tries to see the best in people, which manages to work most of the time.

Appearance: Dark-haired and blue-eyed, Micah can be found wearing a perpetual smile. He’s slightly below average height, and wears clothes that are too big for him. Looks generally unkempt despite attempts to neaten himself up.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
“E-excuse me,” he stammered, looking up from the flowerbed he sat by, “You're hurting the flowers.”

The older boy, however, ignored his words and carried on searching for his “blasted rat”. Annoyed, and slightly hurt, Micah stood up and prepared to repeat himself, before he jumped at the sudden sneeze.

Despite his less-than-pleasant attitude, Micah found himself rummaging through his pockets for a tissue to offer. He managed to pull out few buttons, stones and scraps of parchment fell from his robes, but no tissue.

“Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.”

Micah didn't know whether he should have been pleased that he’d finally been noticed or scared now his attention was on him.

“Looks like you’re the one who needs help,” Micah mused with a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

Realising that had been a bit too brave, Micah fumbled for a moment before suddenly pointing behind the older boy.

“Uh, look! Your rat!” He shouted before trying to escape.

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