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Archived Applications / Moira Wolffe
« on: 01/12/2020 at 22:33 »Application for Hogwarts School
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Name: Moira Sylvia Wolffe
Birthday: 21 December, 1949
Hometown: Born in London. Resides in Llanwellyn, Gwynnedshire, Wales.
Bloodline: Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination
Year (pick two): First, Second
Biography:
Daughter of former Head Boy Edmund Wolffe and wild-child Irma Wolffe (née Scrivner), there was never a doubt that she would be a handful. On her daddy's birthday, a short six months after their graduation from Hogwarts, Moira Wolffe joined the world. She is the eldest of seven(!) children, and by rights the de facto leader of the 'Cubs' (as they are lovingly called by their parents); the other children can disagree all they like, but it makes no difference.
Moira has never been accused of being timid. She jumped off the roof of their front stoop when she was three, just to say she'd done it. By age seven she had broken bones no less than 6 times. Fearlessness was a trait she definitely inherited.
Moira's mother is the co-creator and CEO of Wolffe and Scrivner Cosmetics (WandS), along with her Nana Viv. This growing empire in the business found the Wolffe family moving to Wales, to a literal factory town; and a real (if run-down) mansion with 168 acres of woods surrounding. Moira and her sisters Bonnie and Rosie have been having adventures in those woods for years now (Juliet, Connor, Colin, and newborn Isabella are still too young to appreciate the nuances of swordfighting with sticks and running from invisible 'dragons' and 'trolls').
It had been understood since as far back as she could remember that Bonnie and Moira would be attending Hogwarts at the same time. This ignited a friendly rivalry that became a game for them, one that Moira enjoyed very much considering she was the elder of the two and her powers began manifesting earlier.
She is looking forward to seeing her mother's siblings at Hogwarts: 6th years Dave and Dev, and 3rd year Cress (whom she refers to by name only; of the three, only Dave insists on being called 'Uncle'). They have always been playmates and extended siblings more than aunts or uncles.
Her best friend (and sometimes partner-in-crime) is Lily McCormick, the eldest of another huge family whom she has known since birth (or so she's told). Their friendship has never been questioned.
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House Request: Hufflepuff.
Personality:
- Moira has a tendency to come off as bossy, as headstrong (even stubborn), a trait she shares with her mother (and father, though he tends to deny it).
- She is fiercely loyal to her family, willing to break rules and get in trouble for them.
- Once upon a time, she professed a fear of dogs. She now insists she fears nothing.
- She is definitely a cat person, having recently acquired Glam, a small tortie ocicat.
- She can be exciteable, and quite sassy when confronted.
Blonde with curls for days. She has a round face, and has been wearing makeup since as long as she can remember (always a WandS girl!) Her eyes are naturally blue, and her smile is (nearly) always genuine. She doesn't like to hold still for very long at a time.
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Option I:
The mistake had not been following the girl. Trailing her down the hall, down the stairs, watching her like a super-sleuth on the tail of some sort of nefarious heist. The mistake had not been removing her shoes early on, as the left one tended to squeak when she moved wrong. It wasn't her (probable) interest in the girl as a potential friend that was in error.
The girl was on an adventure, and that was too much to pass up.
No, the mistake, her real error had been in her insistence on carrying her shoes instead of stashing them behind the suit of armor at the end of the hall. Her mistake had been holding onto them as she made her sneaky sneak to sneak up on sneaksville.
'I should have worn sneakers,' she mused, having only just learned the word recently from an American muggle magazine one of her housemates had smuggled in. 'Ahh, muggle-smuggling... that was too-cute!' Here, lost in that thought, had been her mistake. For in that amused moment of mental wordplay, the other shoe had dropped.
Literally. It fell from her fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud! Moira froze, holding her breath and ducking back around the corner.
"H-h-hello? Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"
Moira's face pinched up. What that all this was about? She'd heard the story, many times even, that her mother had been witness to the crime so many years before. It was hard to imagine an invasion of that scope. Such a senseless murder. Since... she was stalling when she should be acting...
"Do you think she'd answer you if it were her?" she asked from around the corner, before revealing herself. "How many people d'ya think go looking for Birch every year?" She shuffled her remaining shoe to her other hand to offer a cordial handshake, "Moira Wolffe. I'm new, too. Seriously, looking for Emma Birch? She didn't even die down here. I heard it was in a classroom..."
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Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Devin Scrivner, Brick Dumay, Irma Wolffe (Scrivner), Mindy Toomey, Marvin Fleisher, Amos Feinbary, Newton MacDonald.
How did you find us?: I've been around since 2003, more or less.