Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: April Pink Orchid

Birthday: April 1st 1959

Hometown: Llanddeusant, Anglesey, Wales

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Firstie preferable. If not, second year.

Biography:

I have no father. Well ... I do, but ... he doesn't live with us. Long story short ... Mom thought he was into her. He was ... some sort of supervisor of her at work. Some Ministry Department. As it turns out, all he wanted was her. I don't know why. Some ... male ego stupid thing.

She was pregnant with me when she found out. She quit the same day ... not before leaving a red mark on his face. Mom has a hard slap. Hell of a throw too. Which she put to good use to her next job opportunity ... She trialed for the Harpies. Spent most of the first season on the bench because ... well, obviously why. Baby on the way. Once I was out though ... it only took a month for the coach to give her the first chance.

Rumor has it the opposing team's Keeper didn't want to play against the Harpies if she was on the pitch for the following two seasons.

Well, nowadays, she's retired. Actually, being one of the Chaser Coaches for the Harpies.

Me? I kinda like the game. But, due to my above-average height, I kinda prefer the Keeper position instead. I know Hogwarts has Quidditch. Excited about that. Mom told me what it's like over there. Seems tough. Hopefully I can do alright.

And maybe prove that I am not just Mom's girl on the pitch.

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

House Request: I'll leave it to the Hat.

Personality:

April doesn't particularly have a good opinion about boys. Mostly due to her Mom's experience. Nonetheless, she tries to be as good-natured as possible. She smiles a lot. Loves to fly, even though most of her experience had been on small brooms though.

She likes being around people, talking to them. Perhaps sharing common problems with them. She figures it's helpful if people can do that. Not much of a fan of the beach, but doesn't say a definitive no to it. Forgives easily ... but not too many times. Sort of like that saying: 'fool me once ...'. You know how it goes.

She likes reading, but not all that much. It takes a while for a thing to stick with her. Nonetheless, when not in the common room, you can probably find her in the library, reading quietly in a corner. Either that or sitting in the grass in the garden with a book in her lap.

Appearance:

April is a red-head with green eyes. Long hair just past her shoulders, but sometimes she puts it in a bun or a ponytail. Slim build, but rather tall at 5 feet. Looking rather imposing for an 11 year-old. It gives her a little bit of extra confidence, particularly when coming up against some no-goodnick. Sometimes the saying 'pick up on someone your own size' does fit here.

→ 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."

Roleplay Response:

It was a nice day outside. Hence why April had taken the opportunity to head into the garden with the Transfiguration textbook tagging along. She was still in catch-up mode when it came to this class. It was really bothering her that some of her classmates were so good at it, while she was unable to change the color of her robe. Which should've been something easy.

The red-head had no intention of giving up though. After a few muttered niceties in Welsh, April would pick herself up and carry on. At some point, she would have her breakthrough and it would probably be the best day of that month. Until then though, work would continue towards that successful moment somewhere in the distance.

There was movement in the grass. April looked a bit startled for a moment, but the noise ceased soon enough. However, about a minute later, someone approached and apparently cursed a rat. Oh ... might've been a rat that had gone through. Or maybe something else. Anyway, the cursing was followed by a loud sneeze. That prompted April to raise her head and look towards the disturbance.

It was Hugh. And his nose was causing him problems. The red-head looked rather sympathetically in his direction, as he was wiping his nose on his robes. His comment when spotting her wasn't terribly nice. The book fell off her lap as she stood up, all 5 feet of her. Looking rather threatening.

However, what followed was completely different. Her hand moved forward towards him, holding a napkin.

"I'm sure what you meant to say was ... 'Can I borrow your napkin, please?' Here you go." She added with a polite smile, not at all condescending.

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Skye and Bella Orchid; Immy and Gabby Renard and many others.

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Hawthorne Carroll

Birthday: 15 December 1958

Hometown: Hogsmeade

Bloodline:
Pureblood? (Child of 2 pureblood squibs)

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Charms

Year (pick two): First, Second

Biography:
It was his and Holly's birthday, as it had been several times before. But this year, it would be different. It was their 11th birthday, which meant Holly would be getting her letter and he wouldn't, confirming the fact that their days together were limited. In a few months, Holly would be heading out to Hogwarts, a place no one in his family had ever had the privilege of being able to go. But Holly had shown signs of magic from a very early age. They even had to have their family friends, the Reeds, fireproof their home because of her destructive temper tantrums as a baby.

But Thorne had never shown any sign of magic. Not even the smallest ounce. It was clear he had as much magic as his squib parents. But that was okay. He didn't mind that he was a squib. He just didn't like that he and Holly would be separated for the first time in their lives.

When an owl arrived with a letter addressed to Holly, it came as no surprise. Of course, Holly was excited, and Thorne frowned slightly. But while the family was celebrating, the oddest thing happened. A second owl arrived. Carrying another letter with the Hogwarts seal. But this one was addressed to Thorne.

Perhaps there'd been a mistake? Perhaps because he and Holly were twins they just assumed they were both magical? But his parents still celebrated and never questioned it. While Thorne was of course excited, he couldn't help but feel that something would go wrong, that he'd get a letter saying they'd made a mistake, or he'd get to Hogwarts and they'd wonder why he was there. Or, something else would go wrong because he wasn't actually a wizard.

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

House Request: I'll leave it up to the hat

Personality:
Thorne is very logical-minded and enjoys working with his hands. He enjoys building all sorts of things from his Lego set, and learning how things work.

Thorne is fairly quiet and prefers observing others than engaging in conversation. He enjoys being around his small circle of friends, which includes his sister, Holly, and the Reed twins, who are practically family to him, but the idea of meeting so many new people at Hogwarts is very overwhelming to him.

Appearance:
Thorne is rather small in stature and has mousy brown hair and blue eyes, similar to his parents. He thinks his looks are an accurate representation of himself. A bit dull, boring, and nothing special.

→ 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 I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.

Roleplay Response:
The dungeons had to be Thorne's absolutely least favourite part of the castle. It was dark and cold and damp all the time. But he had to practice his potion brewing. He was one of the worst in his class, and eventually, the teachers would probably think he was a fraud and kick him out. And now that he'd gotten to Hogwarts, he'd decided he really really liked being here.

But he felt all the professors expected him to do well, like Holly was. After all, they were twins. Shouldn't he at least be half as good as Holly was at magic? He was good at Herbology, of course, and really enjoyed Muggle Studies, but did very poorly at his magic-based classes.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The voice frightened Thorne at first, but then he realized it sounded familiar. He turned the corner and let out a sigh of relief when he saw a girl who was in some of his classes.

"Who's Emma Birch?" He asked the girl. He figured it was another student, possibly one of the girl's friends. "Is she a Slytherin?" He asked. He knew their dorms were down here, somewhere.



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Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Julia Cole & co

How did you find us?: player rec 45134721890 years ago

Hi Isaac!

Welcome to Hoggies!

Your application looks great and I can't wait to see Isaac around the board. There is just one thing we'll need you to change. You mention the Muggle/Squib integration program which didn't exist in our canon at the time. Since we don't want applications to conflict with existing canon (since we write in that era) and our active Ministry, we ask that you remove that reference to the Ministry's program.  You could just say that he applied with encouragement from others. 

Once you have made that change, please reply here with your entire revised application.

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to contact me or another staff member.

Thanks, and I can't wait to see you around the site!

Dylan