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Archived Applications / Re: Frederick Cooke
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Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Frederick James Cooke
Birthday: June 19th
Hometown: Brighton, UK
Bloodline: Muggleborn
Magical Strength (pick one): Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination
Year (pick two): First or Second
Biography: Frederick always wondered if there was something more to life than the society dinners and pleasantries he was forced to deal with during his childhood. He wanted to leave his mother’s dinner parties and his father’s invitations to his fellow doctors. He just knew there has to be something more to all of this, right?
His parents were sort of boring, a product of their times. His mother was a socialite from high society, a woman who enjoyed the finer things in life and was certain that she would give the best to her future children. A kind and caring woman, she was. His father on the other hand was gruff and stern. A no-nonsense doctor who wanted normalcy and quiet evenings with a good book. Freddie’s parents' courtship sort of resembled a nicely made watch, opulent and beautiful to look at, yet behind the face are a collection of cogs that work for the sake of working.
Out of the cogs came Freddie on June 19th, 1948. He was adored by his mother, as he was her only child. He was doted on by her every day of his life and they spent almost every day together. They had an unusually strong connection, Freddie got his laugh, his charm, and love of socializing from her. From his father, he got rules and expectations. Books were bountiful in the house and reading was enforced. It worked out as Freddie was always a curious soul and dreamer and books fueled the thoughts he had, but the resentment of his father still existed. He wanted to read about faraway places and fairy tales, not about scientific processes and fungi and stars.
At school, he always straddled the border between being a social outcast and a popular kid on the playground. He had his mother’s sensibilities and ability to talk to anyone, on the other hand, he was weird, he was different, he could talk for hours about his daydreams where clocks flew, books opened themselves to pages left unread, and flowers turned different colors every day and never wilted; he was convinced they were real.
Freddie wanted for there to be something more than this, than the humdrum grey of the world. He adored his mother, but she resided in current society and accepted her place there, he did not. He was waiting for something to happen. And on his 11th birthday, there was a peculiar knock at the door early in the morning. Strange since his birthday party wasn’t until later in the day, so he opened the door to find a man holding a letter addressed to him. He let himself in and told Freddie and his parents that he was a wizard and so was Freddie. His parents were stunned, his mother uneasy and his father unbelieving. Freddie was silent, thinking this was it, this is what he had been waiting for.
So now he’s ready to embark on an adventure of a lifetime
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request: Hufflepuff
Personality: Talking to Freddie is an activity on its own, he’s charismatic and charming, full of life when speaking, making friends easily. He enjoys banter and speaking and talking to a crowd. He’s often curious due to his upbringing in the humdrum life in the Muggle world. He’s energetic and exuberant, especially about his newfound magical powers. Freddie can also be very emotional and empathetic to others but can become melancholic if he feels life isn’t going his way for a while. He can also be emotionally invested in his friends’ lives, listening and giving advice and the like. He’s also prone to relaxing, maybe missing homework or making it up with little effort, but with magic maybe his interest will be kept for him to do well.
Appearance: Freddie is kinda chubby, not very fat but not skinny either, due to his mother’s tendencies to spoil him with sweets and the like. He has sandy brown hair and warm brown eyes.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.
Option 2:
That rat of his was in for it now.
The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.
Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.
Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.
Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.
The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.
As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.
"You blasted rat! Where are you?"
He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.
Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.
Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
Freddie was smirking, trying to keep his laughter in. It was such a funny sight to see someone angrily stomp through the flowers for a rat. He could tell the guy was trying to act high and mighty, but in Freddie’s opinion, it’s hard to be that when you have bogeys peeking out your nose and your voice sounds like you have a cold.
Freddie, on the other hand, had no idea what he was doing here. He usually likes the gardens to have a stroll in the sunlight or to stop and smell the flowers, maybe pick some and send them to his mother. Now, those dreams got trampled with the flowers.
Freddie said, “Well, you can’t anymore since you basically stepped on the flowers. And sorry for staring, but you’re just aggressively trying to catch a rat.” He reached into his robes to pull out a handkerchief, a habit instilled in him by his mother and father, and offered it to the older student. “I’m Freddie by the way, and you are?” he asked.
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