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Archived Applications / Re: Maximilian von Abensberg
« on: 30/04/2022 at 17:58 »
Doing this from my tablet so everything got a bit mixed up, sorry! Here it is again c: (Hopefully for the last time XD)



Application for Hogwarts School


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Name: Maximilian von Abensberg

Birthday: 18 September 1952

Hometown: Bamberg, Germany

Bloodline:  Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): second/third

Biography:

What did he think about transferring to Hogwarts?

Quatsch, if anyone bothered to ask him. Gokstad was perfectly fine, no matter what anyone else in the family thought. And anyway, why cross an ocean when Beauxbatons was nearer and had a Studio Arts department?

Max wanted to understand why his parents were so desperate to have the rest of the family’s approval. It would’ve been easier not to care, if only their decisions didn’t encroach on his life too. He’d grown up seeing his mother and father answer to their grandmother’s every beck and call, with nothing to show for it. They may have the von Abensberg last name, but they might as well be Bauers or Müllers with the way the main family treated them. It was pathetic how his parents fell for the bait of family prestige and esteem that was clearly never going to be given to them, but Max had to grit his teeth and follow along for his parents’ sake.

And now his oma wanted to send him to Hogwarts so that his family could have a shot at “reclaiming their rightful pureblood status,” whatever that meant. His mother was pureblood, wasn't she?

Just not the right kind, apparently.

His oma was hoping that Hogwarts would give him, and his parents, a chance to curry favor with the "right people", seeing as nobody within the elite German pureblood circles would touch them with a ten foot pole. Gokstad wasn't prestigious enough, and Beauxbatons was, well, French.

But did they really expect that he'd just sit back and let them parade him like a peacock? He had no choice in the matter, but that didn't mean he had to cooperate.


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Option 2:

It was one of those spring days that one could mistaken for summer, with clear blue skies and a heat that could almost be sweltering. With weather like this, Max would not be seen anywhere else except outside, enjoying a short nap just before his morning class. He usually ended up sleeping longer than he intended, but who cares if he was a little late? He'll just ask one of his classmates for their notes, then it'll be fine.

Lying down on one of the benches, Max had an arm over his eyes to shield them from the bright sun, occasionally humming random tunes as his mind drifted away. He was distantly aware of a voice and rustling somewhere close by, but wasn't too bothered to pay attention to it.

But the sneeze shattered whatever trance he had been in, and he begrudgingly propped himself up by the elbows, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the brightness, trying to find the cause of his disrupted nap. The sneezer was a boy older than him, clearly struggling being surrounded by all the flowers in the garden.

"Gesundheit to you," Max deadpanned, rolling his eyes at the other boy's dramatics. "Well, if you didn't announce your presence so loudly then you wouldn't have woken me up." He squinted at the other boy, cringing at his snotty nose. "Why are you digging out all those flowers anyway?"

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Archived Applications / Min Hargrave
« on: 31/07/2019 at 23:10 »

Application for Hogwarts School


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Name: Minhui Hargrave

Birthday: 18 August 1943

Hometown: Hong Kong

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): fourth, fifth

Biography:

Min stared at her luggage in disbelief, as if she was not leaving tomorrow to spend the next term (or four) a full continent away. She had known it was coming; even before she started formal school she had always been reminded that she would only be spending three years at Méiguī, as a compromise between her mother and father.

Something to do with school pride, or something.

But now that it was actually going to happen, it felt so surreal. The last time she had classes in English was when she was ten, at the bilingual day school in Hong Kong. She spoke the language as well as the next Hogwarts student, but she still felt nervous. What if she wasn't as fluent as she thought she was, and didn't understand the lectures? She would be the laughingstock of the whole class - maybe even the whole school! Her stomach churned at the thought, and the young girl pressed a palm over her abdomen to try and quell the anxiety. Kenneth had always told her it didn’t help to worry about things that might not happen anyway, although she found this advice easier said than done.

But what she was scared of the most - inasmuch as she would vehemently deny it if someone asked - was that she’d spend the next years still without any good friends. Min allowed herself to have a little bit of hope; she knew a few people who would be going to Hogwarts with her, maybe she could start there. There was no guarantee they didn’t already have good friends of their own (in fact, that was actually more likely to be the case), but if she didn’t give herself this, then she might as well resign herself to the rest of her school life being friendless.

At the very least, she could look forward to learning more about Quidditch. The sport was not as revered in China as it was in Britain, and so Quidditch games weren't taken so seriously - her father had been quite dissatisfied with the training that they had when she was on the team, and expressed anticipation in her finally having the chance to learn how to play properly once she's in Hogwarts.

That was if she ever got in the team. Min was realistic; there would be far more kids who play better than her, just because they've been doing it at a higher level for far longer.

The young girl shook her head, attempting to clear her mind from the negativity. She had already reassured herself many times that transferring might actually be a good thing - she could have a fresh start, which most people did not get to have. Min was also older now, and the mistakes that she made when she was younger could now serve as learning moments she can avoid.

Her first order of business would have to be finding a perfect spot to hang out during her down time. Min had one at Méiguī, a bench by the pond, surrounded by a grove of bamboo that led to a small pagoda. Kenneth had said that Hogwarts was just as beautiful, with lots of quiet places to be claimed.

Min leaned back, laying on her bed. She wasn't sure she'd get any sleep that night, being the bundle of nerves that she was. But she had to try, if she wanted to stay alert and take everything she could in on her first day. Closing her eyes, the young girl took a deep breath, willing her thoughts to settle and calm. Let time flee from her grasp, until the new day comes.

Leave tomorrow for tomorrow. Leave the secrets it has in store hidden, for just a few moments more.

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Option 2:

The words were starting to swim in front of her eyes - she’d read the same paragraph three times already, but at this point her head was so saturated with English words that she still understood nothing. History of Magic was setting itself up to be the most taxing out of all her subjects at Hogwarts, just because of the amount of reading that it demanded. Min had been used to reading school material in Mandarin for the past three years, and even though she had expected the transition to be challenging, she was only now realizing how challenging it would be.

The young girl dropped the book on her lap, turning her head side to side to loosen up the tension in her neck. She lifted her head just in time to see a boy come out and head straight for the flower bed, practically diving into it. Min blinked, gawking as he combed through the plants, hearing him mutter (although she was too far away to catch what he was saying). She bit her lip to keep herself from laughing as the boy stood and gave a sneeze that could probably even be felt in the Great Hall.

He locked eyes with her, and Min flicked her gaze away, feeling sheepish at being caught staring. His tone came off as snobbish, setting off a defensive response from her. “I don’t need help, do you need any help?” It wasn’t her fault he was being so loud - anyone would stare with the ruckus that he was causing. 


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Elsewhere Accepted / Min Hargrave
« on: 26/06/2019 at 23:58 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Min Hargrave

Gender: F

Age: 13

Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents: 
NPCs
Zhang Xiafeng (MLE Translator, Hong Kong Division)
Kenneth Hargrave (MLE Patrol, Hong Kong Division)

Residence:
Hong Kong, occasionally in the UK during holidays

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)? Hogwarts for the next term

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?


Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Ianne Richards

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

Minhui always enjoyed their holidays in the UK. Hong Kong at this time of the year was just disgustingly humid.

Granted, the portkey-after-portkey traveling wasn’t something she looked forward to, but once they got to their guesthouse she could finally relax and forget about whatever drama she left back at Méiguī. There was always something, a Gweilo was always up to no good. Apparently. It didn't matter that her mother was Chinese, or that she spoke the language as well as anybody in that damned school. Sometimes she wondered why her mother even bothered to fight for her to have a place there.

Right. Legacy.

Another year and she’d be shipped off to another school, to fulfill another legacy. This time her father’s. Inasmuch as she loves growing up between two completely different cultures - it just felt so special, just knowing how things are the same, or different, between them, and navigating those nuances effortlessly - it also meant that she never really felt that she belonged in either of them.

But this was a thought for another day. Or year, even better. There was no point wasting her precious summer wallowing over something so far off.

Now it was time for ice cream.

Roleplay:
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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:

What she loved most about summer was that she was allowed to have an ice pop every day. And Min took advantage of it, always keeping track if she’d already had her daily ice pop quota, and anticipating the one for the next day. At this point she’d probably tried almost all of the flavors available at the shop, although she loved the melon ones the most.

Her mother and father had left her on the bench, as she refused to walk with them around the park. They were just going to be weird with the hand-holding and kissing and stuff. They were always more affectionate in the UK compared to back home, so it always jarred her when it happened. “I don’t need to see that, thanks,” she muttered to herself, as she took another bite from her sweet treat.

Facing the field, Min had a great view of all the activity going about around the park. Some people were just laying under the sun with a book, while others were participating in more active games like Quidditch. She never did understand the popularity of the sport, but maybe that was also because it is not given so much attention in her current school.

She was starting to get bored when she caught a curious sight in her periphery. Min tried not to look because that would be impolite, but it was right there that she couldn’t ignore it (nor help the snort that came out when the broom all but ejected the little girl).

What a brat, was her first thought, as the younger girl called her attention.

“I don’t usually play with babies,” she shrugged, trying to sound apologetic at the last minute. She certainly didn’t want a tantrum on her hands, and she’d learned how to show false earnestness very early on in her life. “And I can’t leave, my mum and dad will be coming back for me here.” Min felt bad, but she didn’t want to play with someone who was still on a training broom.

“Where’s your mum and dad anyway, surely you can’t be here alone?”



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