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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Ofelia Rocío Ponce de León
Birthday: February 2nd 1945
Hometown: Buenos Aires, Argentina
Bloodline: Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration
Year (pick two): Fourth (pls) or fifth
Biography:She had fallen on the habit of watching people- although perhaps she hadn’t fallen at all, perhaps she had been born into it and it had grown along with her, a sort of disinterested curiosity, a wish to observe them, but only from afar.
(She hadn’t grown into the habit of approaching people.)
Her mom liked to gossip and her aunt liked to judge (one was magical and making coffee with a few precise movements of her wand, the other was not and was washing dishes by hand), Ofelia liked both, but pretended she didn’t, such as she pretended to enjoy her coffee black.
She took a sip, and nodded when her mother told them about how she had seen
her again, in a different expensive dress, in the arm of a different man, laughing loudly into the night. Her aunt sighed, muttered something about
youth these days and made Ofelia promise she wouldn’t throw herself into whimsical fantasies and find some man to dance tango all night with at the club nearby.
Ofelia didn’t mind making that promise.
Her amused smile was hidden by the rim of her cup.
She had fallen into the habit of watching people. Their part of the city was loud at night- all of Buenos Aires was constantly loud- and her bedroom overlooked a somewhat busy street. Sitting on the windowsill with her feet bare and a book on her lap, she watched as
she walked by again. This time her dress was red and her heels so high Ofelia had no idea how she danced in those.
The tango dancer laughed loudly at something her companion said- she was rarely alone but Ofelia could rarely tell the men apart, not that she tried- then happened to glance in her direction.
Her smile was red-lipped. Her wave was carefree.
It took several moments for Ofelia to respond in kind, she then immediately buried her nose in her book, ignored the warmth spreading through her face.
Her laugh resonated in her ears for a long time after she had left.
“Ofi, a raincloud?”She said nothing. Her mouth was set into a tight line, her arms were crossed over her chest.
”With lightning and all. It followed him several blocks. All the neighbors are talking about it.”(She felt her emotions strongly, she’d been told. Like Isabel, but Isabel was dead and Ofelia had never met her.)
“It’s just until they stop talking about it.”(She hated that she had to go, and she hated even more that she understood why.)
“Your cousin seemed nice.”(Isabel’s daughter had stood on their kitchen table for twenty minutes trying to coax a spider out of hiding.)
“Fine.”
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Ravenclaw
→ 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:Ofelia had been watching the boy curiously ever since he had ran outside and started his strange battle against the greenery. Sitting on the grass, shoes by her side and socks balled inside them, she had two things currently in her possession: an apple and a little amused smile.
"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."Her eyebrow arched, the gesture punctuated by the
crunch as she bit into her apple- it was sweet and ripe, just about as perfect as an apple could get. She chewed slowly, unhurried, then swallowed. Some boy wasn’t going to rush her, no matter how offended he looked.
“It’s not polite to trample all those flowers. Bet someone will have to fix it after.” Her accent was thick and her r’s were rolling. Whatever self-consciousness she had- and she had more than a little of it- she drowned with another bite of her apple. “What are you doing, anyways?”
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