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Archived Applications / Rosemary Lowsley Transfer Request
« on: 01/12/2013 at 20:18 »

Transfer Application

Name: Rosemary Lowsley

Birthday: February 12,1925. 

Hometown: London, England.


Current Levels: C2D0T1S1

Current Year: Rising 2de Annee

Year Requested: 5th

Reason for Transfer:
Beauxbatons has fallen. Hogwarts is the only real option left as a school.

Rosemary Lowsley. Born in England, moved to Canada in her infancy. She doesn’t remember much of it, and her family moved back to England when they were still young. A year after they moved back, Rosemary was about to start primary school when her sister got the letter. The letter to Hogwarts. She didn’t understand it, not really. Her parents explained that she was a witch.

School was difficult when they had to talk about family. Everyone in the class laughed when she said that her sister was a witch and went to a magical school far away. It wasn’t until her parents picked her up from the headmaster’s office, wiping off the tears from her face, that is was a secret and she couldn’t tell anybody.

Rosemary had wanted to go, to follow in her sister’s footsteps, but she had other things she wanted to do. Her parents signed her up for ballet, and she loved it. She would do it every day after school, and would often dance through the halls of her home.

Finally, the letters came. Two, in fact. One from the Royal Ballet School, inviting her to attend. The other, from Hogwarts. Attending one would mean she would have to give up the other, until a third way was found. Beauxbatons.

It was French. Everyone spoke French. She tried and tried to study it, but it took her a long time to master the foreign language. Difficulty aside, it let her study magic and ballet both. She would spend a lot of the time in the Salle, practicing on the bars as she would reading her books.

In class, she could get the theory. Theory of dark magic, theory of charms, theory of military history. It was always the application of said theory that escaped her. Her charmswork was her best, but she still quickly fell behind the rest of her peers. She knew the spells, off by heart. It was just summoning them forth which was the problem.

Her parents vanished. Losing both parents, and everything else, all at once was quite difficult. She kept it inside herself as much as she could, and never spoke of it to anyone. Most at the school wouldn’t understand, they all still had their parents.

The clouds of war descended upon Europe, yet they seemed safe at the school. France wasn’t being invaded, it seemed, and they would be able to escape. But then France was invaded, and so was the school. Closed, she had to leave, return to her country of birth, and start anew. New school, new courses, new people, new life.

Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

[Hogwarts] House Request:
Gryffindor / Hufflepuff / Slytherin

Rosemary has a quiet dedication to her craft. She believes that skill is all that matters and, when it comes to ballet, even more. She doesn’t care about who your parents are, what they did, or what your name is: someone can only prove themselves by what they do. She also tends to be quiet and recessive, used to not talking to people by going to a school where her mother tongue is not the language of choice. She dreads being wrong, and will only speak up if she knows that she’s in the right.

Rosemary is lithe and slender. Not too tall or short, her body is the perfect size for a ballerina. She often ties her hair into a french bun, as was required by her ballet teachers, and it is almost second nature for her now to do so. Her clothes are often second hand, either from her sister or from charity stores. She can often be seen stretching, and will not hesitate to do the splits whilst she is listening to people giving a speech with herself on the floor. Her feet have quite high arches, something she is quite proud of. 


Name: Rosemary Lowsley

Name of Hogwarts or Elsewhere Character:Nora Lowsley

Birthdate: December 12, 1963

Year: 1st

Hometown: Toronto, Canada


Magical Strength:

Magical Weakness:

Previous Education: English National Ballet Junior Dancer 1972-1974

Biography: Rosemary had always lived in her sister’s shadow. She had moved to the UK six years ago, and had lived there longer then she had lived in London longer then Canada. She had a hazy memory of when her sister first got the letter. The confusion. The weird person who came to explain it. Her sister getting robes, a wand, then leaving for the whole year. Magic. It was a school of magic.

Every letter brought more and more stories. They were almost like bed time stories. Flying on a broom. Playing a flying sport like football. Casting spells. Turning things into other things. Wonderful, fantastic things. Rosemary started Year One after her sister left for her second year at the school. She didn’t make it to the end of her first day. She had told one of the girls at the table that her sister was a witch, and could cast spells! She laughed. The whole class laughed at her. Her parents picked her up, in tears, and took her home. They explained to her that Rosemary could never tell anyone about what her sister did again.
Rosemary wanted to have magic ever since she first visited Diagon Ally two years ago. It proved it was all real. The magic, brooms, everything. But it never looked like she might. That year she took up ballet, and was a natural. Every practice she went to, she put everything she had into her dancing. This winter, she would be turning 11. She’d finally be old enough to go to Hogwarts; if she was magical, of course. But she had another option as well. That winter, she went into the trials to get into the Royal Ballet School. There were over 200 girls trying out for the spots at the prestigious school. Soon, down to 100, then 50, then 24. She got the letter that she had made the final cut the same time the letter offering her a place in Hogwarts came.

She couldn’t decide which one to do. She loved ballet, but how could she pass up a chance to use magic? To be like her sister. Finally, an answer came. In the mail came a small letter. Inside was another offer. A school called Beauxbatons Academy in France. Not only was it a magical school, it had a ballet program as well. It was the best possible solution to her problem. Her parents wrote back right away to the school, and wrote letters to both Hogwarts and White Lodge saying that they would have to decline the invitations.

Sample Roleplay:
The dining hall was a loud, calamitous thing. Students sat scattered through the vast room, speaking various languages, laughing, and simply having a gay old time. A group of students towards the front of the hall sat huddled over a pile of sheet music. Black notes melted on to the off white parchment, splaying out a secret language, only readable to those who carried the gift. Another group sat watching a tall, thin upperclassman parading around her new ballet point shoes in awe. There seemed to be a group in the hall for everyone.

Everyone except Hilary, that is.

Poor Hilary stood soaking in the scene before her with a slight grimace on her face. Before coming to Beauxbatons, she had been overjoyed to begin studying magic, but now as she waded through her third week at the school, she felt lost in a sea of strangers. It wasn't that she was shy, no. Indeed, she even tried to reach out to some students. It was more that everyone seemed to already have their own clique, and Hilary felt so very unwelcome in all of them.

On her plate, she fidgeted with an assortment of vegetables and a delicate pork chop. That was the nice thing about Beauxbatons. Despite the many cold-shouldered students, the food was still incredible.

With a hefty sigh, Hilary strode into the dining hall. As she did, she let her mind wander to what life at the academy might be were she royalty. The students would bow at her feet! And of course she would only ever don the most elegant of robes, decorated in sequins, rhinestones, and laced with frills. All of the girls at the school would fawn over the level of grace she exhibited. Hilary would make wonderful royalty, yes that was certain.

Though, lost in her fantasy, Hilary failed to notice the leather bag lying at the center of the walkway. Failing to notice the bag in her path, naturally caused her to trip, spilling the contents of her plate all over the student sitting just beside the bag.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!"

Sample Roleplay Response:
Tripping. The absolute worse thing that could happen for a ballerina. As a dancer, you were supposed to stay on your feet. Stay upright. The only time you ‘fell’ was during a highly choreographed bit. Rosemary had been a dancer for two years now, and was quite good at not falling over. In practice, it could case injuries. But in performances, it would spell embarrassment. So Rosemary tried to not trip in ordinary life. That would not stop others from doing so, however.

It was still weird, being at this school in France. It was a few weeks in, and she already felt out of it. Everyone around her spoke mostly French, so it caused quite a problem for her fitting in. She had spent all summer studying it, so she wasn’t that far behind, but it was still quite difficult. She had put her leather bag down as she sat to eat, her back straight. In the hustle and bustle, the bag must of been kicked out into the middle of the walkway. That was the best explanation to why she was now covered in pork chop and vegetables.

Her clothes were probably ruined. At the very least, they would have to be washed quite thoroughly. She only had one extra pair, so that made it even worse. She got up and spun right away to see the cause of it. Standing there was another student, about the same age as herself, apologizing profusely. Rosemary glanced down, seeing her tipped over bag at the girl’s feet. Grimacing a bit, she shook her head. “It’s alright,” she said with a slight sigh. “It’s not your fault, you stumbled on my bag.” Well, the girl was mostly to blame. She should look where she’s going, after all. But it would of been impolite to point that out.

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((Just as a note, this application is for the next term, starting in RL September, and is also a repost.))

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