Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name:
Mae Elizabeth Garland

Gender:
Female

Age:
10 Years, 9 Months

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
John Garland and Rose-Cygnus Garland. Not currently played.

Residence:
Mae lives in the muggle suburbs of London with her parents and younger brother of two years. Her parents have chosen to live among muggles, as it was the easiest way to gain the adoration and simple-minded attention they desired.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Not particularly.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
None at the moment.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Former member. Previously played Nila Arian & Steven Bailer.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
John Garland and Rose Cygnus-Garland, were quite exemplary muggles for being wizards. A former Hufflepuff and Slytherin, respectively, living the life of expectant parents in a quiet suburb of London.

John was muggleborn, and had never quite found his footing within the wizarding world. Oh he could cast, yes of course, and transfigure with the best of them. But something about the whole – magic thing, really creeped him out. Having been raised as a muggle until the age of eleven, having to step into a foreign world of intrigue, adventure and unpredictability gave John an upset stomach that lasted the next seven years. The loo quickly became an old friend.

John was a highly praised, and completely normal auto mechanic with his own garage. He was popular, trusted, and well-liked for his attention to detail, and seemingly ability to fix anything. Little did the townspeople know that John had a trick, or shall we say, wand up his sleeve for the little mishaps here and there he couldn’t quite solve with a wrench. Some might call John a hypocrite for using magic when he insisted on living in the muggle world, but he only saw it as utilizing the resources he had. It sounded better, anyway.

Rose was a pureblood; the youngest of eight daughters in an aristocratic wizarding family. Naturally, this meant she was often forgotten or overlooked. Her older sisters were always fawned over, always given the best presents and setup for the best futures. Rose – well, Rose was left to her own devices, really. When John showed up and gave her the slightest scrap of attention, she pounced on the opportunity to move to the suburbs with him and become the quintessential muggle housewife. Unairworthy broom and all.

She rather relished being a witch among muggles. The women around here simply thought she was extraordinary. She was able to maintain an immaculate home and garden, feed her family extravagant meals every night, and still managed to keep her hair smooth and her nails manicured. It was as though, the women clucked and fawned, she had a secret weapon! Rose ate it up; muggles were simply wonderful little people, weren’t they?

Within a few short years of their marriage, the two welcomed their first child. A lovely little infant who screamed like a banshee the moment she was born, and didn’t stop screaming until she was three.

John had wanted to name the girl “Bridgette”, as it made him think of a sweet, bubbly, yet strong little girl. A little girl who would want to work around her father’s shop, play with tools, and walk into the house every night covered in grease. He envisioned holding her up over a car engine, the garage warm from the summer sun, smelling of dirt, oil and a hard day’s work. He saw the girl torqueing the last bolt back onto the engine as he beamed down proudly, his strong hands steadying her. “Bridgette…” he would mutter, almost dreamily, and then give a short chuckle.

His wife, Rose, did not share the same sentiments, nor amusements. “Bridgette” reminded her of an improper young lady who frequented dance halls, and accepted glasses of who-knew-what from strange men. A girl without morals, a girl without a good family to steer her in the right direction. Granted, Rose mused, her child would have both, regardless of her name. Even so, why give fate any ammunition?

And so the baby was named Mae. Lovely, classy and lady-like, with a bit of sass to appease her father, for Merlin’s sake.

Mae Elizabeth Garland idolized her mother. Her mother was delicate and feminine, with a sweet manner about her. She always had a smile plastered on her face, though to a few, this was seen as a bit unsettling. She loved the façade her mother was able to display at all times, and how she never let her true feelings on a matter show.

“Appearances are everything,” her mother would remind her, as Mae would brush her long black hair into gentle curls.

“You win more flies with honey than vinegar,” the tut would come when Mae would get angry and want to argue with someone.

“You are living in a man’s world and playing by a man’s rules,” Rose would sing in a sugar-sweet voice, and would rub balm on the little girl’s lips, “Men need to feel important. You must never let them see you don’t need them.” A slight pinch of Mae’s cheeks, “And remember, ladies pinch. Floozies wear rouge.”

By the time she was ten years old, Mae was the perfect little actress. Her voice was soft and sweet, her hair was always in place, her dresses were always ironed and pressed, and she always portrayed a pleasant demeanor. She ate small bites of food, and never over-indulged. Her sips of water were dainty, and she never engaged in sports or unladylike activities. She was her mother’s pride and joy.

As her eleventh year approached, Mae readied herself for her owl that was sure to be coming within the next few months. She shopped in Diagon Alley with her mother, and had pleasant tea time with the other little muggle girls in her neighborhood. She paid attention to her mother's demeanor when she spoke with other ladies, and how she ever so slyly was able to get people to do what she wanted them to, with nothing more than a smile and soft giggle. Yes, this was training time.

After all, Hogwarts was a social game, and Mae planned to win.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
It was humid, it was hot, and Mae didn’t like this nasty sweaty feeling at all. She normally wasn’t caught outside in parks or anywhere insects or creatures could find their way into her face, but today was an exception. It was another shopping trip with her mother, another day of ooh-ing and aww-ing over dresses and hats and little magical trinkets here and there. They had lunch; a perfectly pleasant meal of cucumber sandwiches without the crusts and lemonade that fizzled and tasted like summer.

Shortly after, her mother had stopped off to get a new robe fitted in one of the Diagon Alley shops, and told Mae she could have the next hour or so to herself. Quite bored of shopping, she had made her way through the winding streets and out into the more open areas outside of the main street, when she found herself in a large open field with several others.

Quidditch, was this called? Mae didn’t really care to be honest; she didn’t like sports or anything that really got her dirty and clotted up her fingernails. Still, these would likely be some of her future classmates at Hogwarts. Why not pretend to be interested and see if she could make a friend?

”You!”

A small angry thing was glaring at Mae with arms folded. It was sweaty and covered in dirt, and looked like it was about to throw a fit. There was an abused and abandoned broom laying in the freshly bothered dirt, and the others in the sky seemed to pay no attention to the goings-on below. That was certainly no surprise, Mae thought to herself. The girl, if you could call her that, was an obnoxious mess, and seemed to be whingeing to boot. Who would want to be around that?

”…Do you want to play?”

Well that was laughable. The last time Mae propped herself up on a broom was when her mother asked her to hold it up for enchanting. That broom swept the kitchen floor.

She glanced up at the clear blue sky and the boys that were tossing a quaffle around. They would certainly be worth getting to know, but this….thing? Mae had people to meet and friends to make before school started, and she certainly didn’t have time to “play”. She smiled sweetly with a wrinkled nose, and cocked her head slightly to the left. In the sweetest voice she had she shook her head quickly and simply said, “No.”

Normally, this was where she would have turned and simply walked away. She glanced over her shoulder at the streets behind her. Her dress would probably be safer over there, and walking away wouldn't give this little mess a chance to pout or protest. Mae hated whingeing and tantrums so very much.

She sighed. As much as she didn't want to, her mother would have encouraged her to try and make this girl into her friend. Who knew if one day she would need the child to be a lookout, or what her mother called an "egg-snatcher". Egg snatchers were people who snuck into the clucking hen houses and snatched eggs, or in this scenario, juicy rumors and gossip.

She turned back to the girl, and looked her up and down, feeling an almost sad sort of pity. Poor thing, Mae mused, she must be an orphan with no mother to guide her. Very well, future lookout/egg-snatcher she may be. "I don't want to play," Mae smiled, "But I have a bag here of the most delicious little candies from the shop down the street. Would you like some?"

As her mother always said, you win more flies with honey.

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