Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Patroclus Ulysses Paladin
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Durmstrang

Residence:
Lakeside Walk Townhome

Occupation
St. Mungos

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
no

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

• Charms: 11
• Divination: 6
• Transfiguration: 7
• Summoning: 8

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:
Sylvianne & co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Dear Ophelia,

I’m starting at Durmstrang today, and it seemed like a good time to start writing to a penpal. I know we only met briefly, but I enjoyed playing with you last summer. I’m sad you’ll be going to Beauxbatons and not Durmstrang. Durmstrang is where you belong and I think that your parents should know that. The Devereaux line is prestigious enough, from what I have uncovered and from what you have told me. You’re more pure than half the people who say they are in Britain. So what if there is a little Veela? The way I see it, it’s just more magic in you.

I’m nervous about it, though. Being away from home. I feel like it’s going to be really hard. This place has a reputation, and I’m worried that I won’t live up to it. My family has a reputation. What if I don’t live up to that either? Which would be worse? I wish you were here. I would feel better if I had any friends, and I think you’d be my friend. We are friends aren’t we?

I think it would be great if, next summer, you came to stay with my family. I can ask, if you would be interested? Maybe not now, someone would probably forget, but towards the end of term? Think about it.

I hope you have a great term, Ophelia. Please write back soon.

Your Friend,
Patroclus.

---

Dear Ophelia,

It’s sad you had to leave so soon. It was a very uneventful summer once you left, and you were barely here. Your last letter seemed very… Well, it seemed like there was something you weren’t telling me? I know you weren’t feeling very well, and the family crisis pulled you away, but you haven’t told me anything about it. I’m concerned. You don’t have to tell me, but I want to help. I want to be able to be there for you. You’re my best friend, and I like to think that I am yours.

I’m really excited about this year at school. I’m going to start volunteering in the Infirmary, which is a bit of drag, but the Healer here thinks I have potential, and even though my plans involve playing professional Quidditch, it wouldn’t hurt to have this in my background. It will make all the girls swoon over me because they’ll think I’m smart and stuff. And if I don’t get onto any good teams, it will at least look good when I apply to some real jobs when I’m older. I just really want to make something of myself.

I really loved the art you sent me last time too! Beauxbatons is a bit frilly, but I bet you’re top of the Studio Arts class. You’ve really mastered sunset painting. Sometimes it looks like the sun is actually moving. That’s a trick you’ll have to show me sometime!

Good luck with those crazy Charlemagne girls you were talking about!

Your Friend,
Patroclus

---

Dear Ophelia,

Another term, and guess what? I made seeker! Me! I wasn’t expecting it, but I am! The Captain told me I might even take over for him one day! Can you believe it? He thinks I have, and I quote “potential.” My dream of becoming a professional quidditch star is finally coming true! Can you feel it?

I’m really sad that you left camp so abruptly without telling me again. You were only there for about three days, it hurt my feelings. I mean I know it’s a bit selfish of me but still. I just… I really wanted to see you is all. You looked very pale. I think you could have used some sun. Why didn’t you come out with me more often while you were there? For such an amazing artist, you’re such a lazy bones, you know.

I’m glad those paints I got for you last time are working out well. Yes, I know I didn’t have to and yes I know you could afford them yourself, but I wanted to do something nice for you.

I guess what I want you to know is that I like you. I like you a lot.

Your Friend,
Patroclus

---

Dear Ophelia,

Oh my love. The sight of your radiance when I saw you last is still burned into my memory. The feel of your lips on mine is enough to lift all the gloom I feel in the darkness at school. You make me feel light in a place full of dark. You are a light. The world would be so much dimmer if you weren’t in it.

Did you mean what you said when we parted last? That you would love me until the day you died? Because I would too. And After. Forever after. I just hope I die first so that I never have to live without you.

I can’t tell any of the guys around, but I’m happy that you called me your muse. I know it’s probably really stupid to get all worked up over but I don’t know… You make me feel all gooey inside. You make me want to be a better person. When I’m a famous Quidditch player I’m going to get so much richer and famous than I’m already set up to be, and you’re going to be constantly decked out in jewels and everyone will be jealous because the world will know just how much I love you.

My term will be dark without your light in it, but I look forward to our next meeting, whenever that mya be.

Love,
Patroclus

---

Dear Ophelia,

What did I do? Why have you stopped writing me? I know you’re upset because I was angry that you weren’t coming to summer camp, but I have apologized a thousand times for all those things I said. I didn’t mean them, I was just mad. I know I don’t have a right to be. Family comes first, and if your mother is ill and you have to take care of her, I understand. When we grow old together, I’ll help you. I’ll be there for you. I’ll even take time off Quidditch if you need me to.

Please write me back, Ophelia. I’m desperate.

I love you,
Patroclus

Patroclus,

It grieves me to tell you this as I know that you and Ophelia were very close. She spoke of you almost constantly, and she was certain that you and she would wed. I would have supported such a thing as I know how well-connected you are, and how much you care for her.

Ophelia died just after receiving your annual start of term letter. In her last days, she was unable to hold a pen or dictate a letter to you. She has been very ill her whole life. A birth defect, and a genetic illness. It affected her magic as well as her health. I didn’t even like her going to Beauxbatons.

Her final request was that we send you a few of her things. The parcel will arrive shortly. If you can make it, the service will be at the Devereux Estate in France on the 8th. I will make arrangements for your visit.

Regretfully Yours,
Amelie Devereux


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.


Roleplay Response:
It was one of those rare, long days off for Patroclus and he amused himself by wandering around Diagon Alley. Since he had begun working at the hospital, Patroclus had focused nearly all his efforts on his training there. Young, untested, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep up.

Today, however, he chose to put it all out of his head. After making a stop at Bryce & Co. Bakery, he happily ate the most heavenly chocolate chip cookies he had ever tasted as he wandered down the street. It was good, he thought, to be back in England. There just weren’t quality cookies like this one anywhere near Durmstrang.

Ambling unconcernedly down the alley, he watched a rather cute redhead with a notebook and quill get up from a bench and start wading through the crowd—at least until her heel snapped on a loose cobblestone. The cookie tumbled from his hand as he rushed forward, forgotten and trodden upon in the path.

“Miss!” Patroclus said, out of breath when he reached her. “Are you alright? Here, let me help get you to a bench. Is your ankle alright?” Offering her his arm, Patroclus waited for her to take it so they could get out of the way of the oncoming foot traffic.

OTHER
How did you find us? faith, trust, and pixie dust