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* Spencer Callander

    (31/08/2021 at 20:24)
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Name: Spencer Callander

Birthday: December 29th 1945

Hometown: South Hero, Vermont, USA

Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): 6th, 7th

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Spencer Callander should have grown up brave and strong, like the superhero he'd always aspired to become. Instead, he was tall, but gangly, and he had spent the whole year too afraid to ask his friend of six years going on seven to become his girlfriend. He knew, if he asked, that she would say yes. She laughed at all his jokes, listened to him rant and rave about his favourite comic books. She caught him when he fell and he hugged her when she cried. They'd attended a Valentine's dance together and he'd called her pretty. Two times in the past year, he'd had to correct Rudolph Wattle, telling him that, no, he and Sydney were in fact not a couple, they were just really, really good friends.

He'd known even then he didn't want to settle for really, really good friends. He wanted the answer to Rudolph's question to be yes, in fact, Sydney was his girl. He wanted to attend every Valentine's Dance with her and call her beautiful and smart and absolutely amazing instead of pretty. He wanted to keep on hugging her, but kiss her, too, and keep on laughing and ranting and raving about their favourite things forever and ever. He wanted her to say yes.

When the portkey had dropped him off at Camp Loki that summer, he'd decided he would make it happen. Every day that went by, he'd been a bit too scared to try. Instead, he whipped out his crayons and attacked fresh sheets of paper. If he couldn't attack his problem head-on, he would vanquish it the best way he knew how. When Sydney's birthday rolled around, he had conjured the perfect gift—and he hadn't even needed magic to do it!

But two weeks later, when Spencer bade his new family farewell to board the Hogwarts express, he still did not have a girlfriend. Sydney Lamont, on her end, had not been given a gift, but a nosebleed.

Even the best laid plans could go awry.

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Number of New Levels Requested: 2

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How your character kept up with their studies: In 1960, after being abandoned by his father, Spencer missed the train to Hogwarts and ended up on the streets. Though he was found and adopted by Dolores Holiday, who, along with Timothy Winchester, saw to keeping him magically educated, his growth was mostly limited to the field of Conjuring and Summoning. When he returned to Hogwarts the following term, it was determined that he should be held back a year. He has been in school ever since.
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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."

Only the perfect flower would do.

But what did the perfect flower look like?

Spencer Callander certainly didn't know. He'd been staring into the gardens for what felt like hours now, though in reality, it had merely been minutes. Girls apparently went crazy for flowers. He'd heard a pair of them discussing their favourites just that morning, arguing the merits of daisies, dahlias and orchids. Apparently, they were all very different. To him, every blossom looked like, well, a flower.

Normally, he would have plucked out a handful and gone on his way, but this was important. He didn't only need to win Sydney's heart, he also needed to be forgiven for ramming his head into her face.

Only the perfect flower would do.

Commotion off to the side caught his attention and Spencer's head whipped up. Flowers were flying everywhere. They were a pretty red color, but if those had ever been the perfect flowers, they were ruined now.

"Uh—" He began, when the sickly boy, suddenly, was looking back at him and spouting out accusations of staring. Spencer supposed those accusations were somewhat founded, but he didn't think he deserved such vitriol. It made his ears bloom almost as brightly red as those decapitated flowers.

He frowned. "You're ruining all the flowers."


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* Ella Galanis

    (31/08/2021 at 20:38)
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Admin note: special request to repeat a year approved by the admin team.

Dear Mr Callander,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins 1 September 2021. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.

Yours sincerely,

Ella Galanis
Head of Ravenclaw
caterpillar in the tree, how you wonder who you’ll be
wish you may and wish you might, don’t you worry, hold on tight
I promise you there will come a day, butterfly, fly away