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Archived Applications / Coco Prince
« on: 02/12/2014 at 04:40 »

Application for Hogwarts School

Name: Coco Prince

Birthday: 11/1/1930

Hometown: London, UK


Magical Strength (pick one):

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two):
3rd (4th second choice)


Once upon a time, Coco had a family. Unfortunately, she can't remember much about them since they disappeared in "the incident" that occurred six years ago. She relocated to the makeshift orphanage that was housed within the walls of St. Mungo's after being picked up by the authorities and has spent her days becoming acclimated to the fact that she's actually a witch. Surprise, surprise!

Of course, she's rather insistent upon the fact that she's a "white witch" who only dabbles in "good magic" just like in the muggle fairytales she grew up reading. Coco has really taken to the ideas of fate and destiny; spending most of her time pouring over borrowed wizarding literature that deals with the field of Divination. She's also accumulated quite the collection that dabbles in the occult, but those books are tucked carefully beneath her mattress. A good majority of her free time in the orphanage was spent torturing experimenting with "magic" upon her peers. Remnants of chalk magic circles can still be seen beneath certain cots.

When the invitation to attend Hogwarts initially arrived, Coco burned it in the nearest hearth. St. Mungo's had become her home and a source of semi-stability to a child who previously had none. However, two years have passed since then and war-torn London has become vastly unappealing. More and more children were evacuated to "safe houses" and forced to live under the same roof with "host families" who neither wanted or needed another mouth to feed.

Faced with the probability of being placed with strangers, Coco finally decided to attend Hogwarts as a student. After all, there are a few familiar faces from St. Mungo's that line the halls and Coco's more than eager to become a legitimate witch.

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

House Request: Surprise me.

Personality: Eccentric, sassy and utterly desperate for a connection with people. Coco isn't the brightest star in the galaxy and were it not for her obsession with fate and destiny, she would be more prone to use books as kindling rather than reading material. Be that as it may, she sees herself as a matchmaker and spends most of her free time attempting to "tie red strings of fate" together. You're welcome, Hogwarts students.

Appearance: Tall, thin and lanky for a girl. Dark hair, dark eyes. Mixed race. Sometimes she wears cat-eyed glasses because she thinks they make her look smarter.

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This wasn't right. She swore she'd already been down this corridor twice, but how could she really tell? Every hallway in Hogwarts looked identical to the last and she wasn't about to even get started on the moving staircase! Really, where in the world was the dumb old Astronomy tower anyway? Sure, logic dictated that it was probably high up so that the students could look down upon the ignorant peons below them, but there were just soooo many towers. Which was the right one? For all the magic in the world, couldn't someone tape a bloody sign post up to help guide the new students?

"Pishposh." Lips pursed into a sour pout as she dropped her books in protest and stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn't going to continue to aimlessly wander this labyrinth they called a school. If they wanted her to attend classes, then they could just come and get her. Until then, she plopped down in the middle of the hallway, screwed her face up and gave an exaggerated sigh in annoyance.


"Is for horses," she continued without batting an eyelash. Oh, was this her bailiff now? Joy.

“What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

"Frog legs???" Her nose wrinkled as she nearly jumped to her feet in protest. "That's not food! What kind of a joint are they running here, anyways?" St. Mungo's might not have served the tastiest food, but at the very least it was edible. "Everyone knows frog legs belong on a frog. Gosh." They most definitely did not belong in her lunch.


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