Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Elise Laurent
Birthday: November 2nd
Hometown: Marseilles, France
Bloodline:Unknown
Magical Strength (pick one):Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):Charms
Year (pick two): 2nd Year (Resume) Third Year ( A backup, honestly )
Biography:As a fan of storybook intros growing up, Elise has opted to adopt a more narrative voice: “Our story begins with a young couple at sea allowing themselves to drift on a calm night in the Mediterranean. The day had been a marred by the violent swellings of a brutal storm but as the sun set, so too did the storm. What had been a fierce testament to survival had been enough to drive the two closer and, on that night, it was said the most wonderful girl was conceived.
A mere nine months later and a daughter was born unto them, Elise, named after her grandmother. The couple married shortly after, and Laurent had become the official family name. Life took a slower pace than the new mother and father had been used to. The memories of their world adventures felt like a distant memory but despite the nostalgia, there was a happiness in raising a daughter. However, all stories have their tragedies.
Elise’s father, still young enough, joined the French Navy still yearning for that touch of adventure. “It was only for a few years.” He promised, citing that he just wanted to make enough money to provide for his family. His father and his father before him had a history of sailing and the feeling for the sea was strong. Yet that tragedy would strike in the form of an accidental cabin fire, claiming only his life.
Although giving honors, life took a dramatic turn for the worse for Elise and her mother. Life on the coast was difficult for her mother, who was nary a sailor nor anything else. She did what she had to and was attracted by the promise of work in London by a family friend. Elise, apparently magically inert up to this point, had finally started showing signs of something extraordinary following her father’s death. Her mother was baffled, not quite understanding what was happening to her daughter. Could her father have known? It was, perhaps, coincidence or even destiny, that the letter to Hogwarts soon arrived in the mail. Destiny had arrived, or so Elise likes to claim.
In the stories having a destiny meant your life was supposed to get better and be one that would be full of adventure. She had very much expected something out of a novel where her life completely changes, embarks on a quest, and becomes the hero. However, reality was often disappointing as being magical only meant she got to attend school. Can you imagine?
Her first year at Hogwarts was pretty unremarkable. Some
really basic spells were added to her repertoire but at the price of extensive homework from history lessons and formulas for potions. If it wasn't for what she saw older students perform on a whim, she might have considered not wasting her time again! Of course this blew muggle school out of the water but still. She preferred the extreme exaggerations in hopes of lighting fires that might foster rapid, more exciting growth. Even if that came at the cost of not paying attention to the actual lessons...
At the very least, she had made some new friends and discovered enough to get her started. If Hogwarts wasn't going to teach her what she needed, then she'll just have to get creative this coming year.
→ 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.
Ghosts, trolls, and boggarts. She might have been tricked her first year but her second year, she was far too wise to fall for any tricks like that. Hogwarts students were too coddled to prevent any
real danger and worrying about some ghost wasn't worth the energy. Besides, ghost couldn't even do anything! If those other girls were smart, they might have made up something that was more menacing like a banshee. If only there was a shrieking haunt in the dungeon to care of some of the more crude enemies in Hogwarts...
Of course, Elise wasn't that lucky. If she was, then Hogwarts wouldn't be just a school. Instead, she believed that anything serious had to be handled on your own. The professors weren't going to do anything and as for vexing witches looking to cause trouble for others well you just had to teach them a lesson that no professors would do. That's why it was important to catch up to that poor first year and tell her how it
really goes here.
Her pace to the dungeons was about as casual as she could have made it. There was never any danger but Elise thought she'd let that first year enjoy that naivety for awhile longer. When she finally reached the corner to the dungeons, she rounded it and saw that timid form had hardly moved in.
"Hey, girl!" Elise hollered with the real chance of scaring the younger girl but that didn't matter. The older of them, just shook her head. "There isn't any ghost and you certainly shouldn't be afraid of one. They are harmless and can't do anything to you. If anything, I'd worry about those stupid girls who tried to scare you." She began to lecture, crossing her arms in an internal attempt to keep her personal animosities about all this aside. She might have barely managed it but this was no doubt being perplexing to the poor girl who'd likely have no idea.
Elise sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Just trust me okay. If you want to try and find a ghost that doesn't exist then I'll leave you to it. Otherwise, I'm going to go steal a few biscuits from the main hall. You're welcomed to come with and obviously not waste your time here. Up to you." She shrugged and turned, convinced that either fear or belief will drive the first year to follow. Oh how you're going to be so disappointed...
→ ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous):Elise Laurent and Ellen Lavrovsky
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