Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Naomi Inez Lombardi.
Gender: Female.
Age: 19.

Education:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry – Ravenclaw: Class 1972.

Residence:
Naomi was living in London with her friends Penelope, and Victoria. She now plans to live above her shop in Hogsmeade.

Occupation:
Waterside Inn – November 1972 – September 1973

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (example St Mungo's, the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No.

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 9
• Transfiguration: 7
• Divination: 6
• Summoning: 12

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Cadi Ann Wolfe. Breese Declan Wolfe. Riley Dean Jackson. Delaney Jane Roberts.

Special Phrase: Tibble’s Beard of Power

Biography:

Bonjour, je m'appelle Naomi Inez Lombardi.

I believe it is important for you to know a little about my families past in order to understand how I came to be in England.

My life began in Rouen, France, and I am the only child of Marie and Anton Lombardi.

The Lombardi's have always been known as the most powerful family in all of France. The reason for this was a) they have always owned a lot of land, b) they are great business men and women, and c) our bloodline has been pure for the last eight centuries.

As all insane stories would go, my family has a rival; The Biancolini family, who were, and still remain to be, the second most powerful family in France.
Because of those simple, and I have to say, somewhat idiotic reason, a rivalry has plagued every generation of my family since the sixteenth century.

After the death of my grandpapi, in 1946, my papa called a truce with Rene Biancolini. The two agreed that our families would stay out of each other’s way, and for almost ten years, ignoring the few difficulties, it actually worked.

In 1955, only a year after I was born, my family home was attacked by Louise Biancolini, who claimed that my papa had murdered hers, therefore breaking the truce. At the destruction of our home and in fear for my life, and our safety in general, my mamè and papa fled to London, England and began again.

(It would be two years before they found out that Rene had been poisoned by a deceitful friend, but it wouldn’t matter; the war between our families started again.)

Every summer of my childhood we would visit France. Apparating straight into my grandmère's home and hide out. My father and mother hated it, and it wasn't until I was eight and was finally told the full story, that I felt the same. Only over the years it wasn't simply having to sneak around that annoyed me. It was the entire idea of people being powerful, and killing each other over it; of the fact my family couldn’t see how stupid it all was, and that they were really very narrow-minded people.

Despite the idiocy of it all, my fondest memories of my youth were sitting in the garden with my grandmère Sofia; of watching and helping her bake, or make potions.

Finally understanding the reason for my parents bringing me to England, I learnt to respect my ordinary up bring, despite how lonely I often felt. I disliked the English primary school I had to attend. The children were cruel. They thought I was weird and teased my bad English accent. I never had any friends, which meant I had to spend a lot of time on my own, which I quickly got use to. It meant I could read, or help my mama with the cooking; the two quickly became my favourite pastimes.

My life changed the moment I received my acceptance letter to Hogwarts, because finally I would be going somewhere where I wasn't so different.

As I was sitting on the train to Hogwarts I met a girl with long, red hair, who had smiled and shared her sweets with me; Penelope Wynovain. I knew from that moment we would be friends. She was completely the opposite of me, lively, and fun. Pen was the first friend I had ever had, and to this day remains to be my best.
I threw myself into studies straight away, soaking up all the new information, determined to get good grades. It wasn't until Hogwarts that I realized how much I actually liked school and studying.

As a promise to my mamè I tried out for quidditch in my first year but failed the try-outs miserably, as well as breaking my left arm. Not that it stopped me, because during my fifth year a fellow housemate and friend somehow managed to talk me into trying out again. I passed, and ended up being one of the Ravenclaw chasers. I even got made Captain in my final year, alongside Penelope. I had to say I would have never of thought it would be a position I would be given, at least not after the way those first try-outs had gone.

Yes. Getting my acceptance to Hogwarts was the best thing that ever happened to me, and then I met Edward Howard.

Despite the fact we had been in a few classes, I didn't actually notice him until the end of my second year, and that was only because I accidentally walked in to him. It was the first time I noticed how lovely his smile was, thankfully it wasn't the last. A year later, and one simple trip to the kitchen, and we became friends. He taught me how to play piano in exchange for anything I baked. By the piano in the South Tower is where we shared our first kiss; the first of many.

It is funny how you can meet someone and somehow they manage to turn your entire world upside down; that they can change you, or at least help you figure out who you actually are.

The last four years at Hogwarts were very different to my first three, they were happier despite the madness that was plaguing the castle and the slow deterioration of my relationship with my parents. I made more friends, and finally began to live outside of books and school work.

I learnt who I was in those last years, and that I was capable of more than I thought. Clearly I wasn’t the only one, because somehow I ended up being head girl. My final year was hectic. I had such much to organize, on top of classes and studying for NEWT’s. Edward had graduated, meaning we saw each other once a month. Then, after years of my father trying to form peace, he and my mother announced they were moving back to France.

They weren’t happy when they found out I wasn’t joining them. My father still isn’t speaking to me. He thinks I’m staying in England because of Edward, who he won’t even acknowledge because he is a half-blood. My father is narrow-minded, and stubborn. Why would I want to go back to a country that I don’t know? Why would I want to find a place in a family that I feel like I’m a stranger in?

England is my home. I grew up in London. I have friends. I have Edward. I might be French, but I know with all certainty that there’s nothing for me in France. I don’t want to follow in my father’s footsteps.

He isn’t speaking to me; hasn’t since they left. He thinks I will fail and crawl back to him for help. I won’t. My grandmère has left me enough money to open my own shop, which I will. I just need to work for a little while, and get a little more money put to one side for emergencies.

I’m living with Penelope and Victoria for a while. It’s been nice having them around; it’s made things easier since I no longer have my parents support. I never would have thought that things would have gotten so bad between us, but then again I never would have guessed that I would be planning to open my own business. And that’s really all I can do at the moment; plan what I want to do with my life, and hope that everything turns out the way I want it to.


ROLEPLAY
Reply as your character to the following:

It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.


Roleplay Response:

Naomi’s shift had finished and she was more than ready to call it a night. It was rather amusing to think she had taken the Hostess job on thinking that it would be rather simple – well, simple to what she would be doing in a couple of months – but she was wrong. Sure the job was simple, but somehow it was tiring despite the fact that she didn’t do anything. All she really did was make reservations for people. Greet customers and show them to their tables. It was easy, and easy was what she had wanted, but if she was completely honest, she was beginning to get bored.

Oh well, just a few months and she would be running her own business. She would be rushing around the kitchen baking, doing paperwork, serving customers and making sure her employees was okay. She would be busy, gloriously busy.

“Goodnight,” she said to the staff as she made her way toward the staff door.

“Naomi?” She turned to see her manager walking over to her. “Could you possibly stay till eight tomorrow instead of seven?”

“Yes, I can do that.”

“Great. Thank you.” Her manager called before wandering back in to her office.
Despite being bored one thing Naomi could say was she had been right about learning a few things working in such a restaurant. The restaurant, kitchen heck even the restrooms were immaculate. The employees were respectful to one another. Management was a little strict, but she could understand why they wanted their staff looking their best. . .

Naomi felt something pull at her coat. Looking down she saw a little girl standing beside her. She was about to ask the little girl if she was lost – a kitchen was no place for a child – when the girl went ahead and explained.

Bending down so she was on eyelevel with the girl, she reached out and stroked the odd looking creature. “Hello, I’m Naomi.” The fact that the child had an animal was enough clarification that she hadn’t come to eat with her parents. The Waterside didn’t allow animals, which was another reason she needed to get the two of the out of there.

Reaching in to her bag she pulled out the wrapped brownie she had taken as part of her packed lunch. “Does Sambundeakin like brownies?” she asked the girl as she offered it to her. “I’m afraid that is all I have on me.” Not a chance she would try and pinch some scraps from the kitchen. Bored as she was working at the Waterside, she didn’t want to get fired.

Poor little girl had to be terrified. It was bad enough that she was out so late in the evening, but to get lost . . . Her mother was no doubt beside herself with worry.
“Listen, I have just finished working, so why don’t I help you and Sam find your mummy?” She straightened and offered her hand to the young girl. “I’m sure she can’t be too far.”