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« on: 11/12/2015 at 02:57 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Orpheus Adonis King

Birthday: August 8

Hometown: London, England (East London)

Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two):First or second

If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long.

Growing up in the London slums, Orpheus always knew he was magic, but never really understood what that meant. He also knew he was different. The way people looked at him—witch, wizard, and muggle alike—was something that he was almost oblivious to, if it hadn’t been for the way his mother stiffened at the way people sometimes addressed her.

In second-hand, hand-me-down clothes, Orpheus was just as happy as any boy could be. For the most part, he couldn’t fully understand what was going on, but he could recognize that something about him was of particular interest to other people.

When other people weren’t around, he didn’t much concern himself with the thoughts of it. Instead, he was happy to play with his siblings and his cousins. A lot of them lived in the same house. It was small, and cramped, and only Artemis had her own room, though it was the size of a closet.

And Orpheus never complained. He was happy. He was home.

It was sad to him when his siblings and his cousins went away to that school they all went to. Slowly, his house began to feel emptier and lonelier, and he attached to his cousin Tristan, the smarter of the two of them.

Patrick had told him he was too dumb to get into Hogwarts, and so when it came time, he worried he might not receive his letter. It wasn’t that he wanted to go, but more that he didn’t want to be left all alone. So when his letter arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief.

No more empty bedrooms.

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Wandering the dungeons, Orpheus hadn’t heard the legends. He didn’t know what to expect besides dank and dark. One of his cousins had told him to go down there, and so he went, without really knowing why. For the most part, he did what he was told without asking too many questions. Why would someone want to lead him wrong, especially someone in his family?

It was a bit dark, and Orpheus had a little trouble seeing clearly, so he wasn’t completely surprised when he ran into something hard. He hissed and moaned with the pain, hopping away from the obstruction, as he continued on.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

Orpheus stopped dead in his tracks for a moment and his brow furrowed. The voice worried him, not because he was afraid of some spectre, but because he thought this Emma Birch might be someone harmful, and the girl seemed strained. Poking his head out from behind a corner, he saw a girl he recognized from the sort and knew her to be one of his fellow classmates. It didn’t matter to Orpheus that he didn’t know her one bit. She could be his friend, if she wanted.

“Hi,” he said, brightly, stepping out into the low light of the dungeon. “What are you doing?” he asked innocently. “You waiting on someone?” He approached, remarking nonchalantly, “That’s kind of a weird way to ask if your friend is here though.” Despite being unable to work out what it was about the question that seemed so off, Orpheus knew that something about it was strange. Shrugging it off, he decided maybe this girl was just a little weird. He could handle weird.

“I’m Orpheus.”


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The Kings Of London

Displaced Halfblood Anglicized Koreans

Family History

Kim Young-gi was born a muggle in Japanese occupied South Korea. His earliest memory is of his own realization that being who he was in his own country was something to be ashamed of. As he developed unknowingly into a wizard, a few other things developed as well. Young-gi was separated from his mother in a crowded space, and after much jostling, he noticed that he was able to walk without being overly hassled. The same people that normally tormented him because of his lighter hair and the shape of his eyes paid him no notice. One of them even asked him if he was lost, as though she were concerned for him. When, finally, he found his mother, she hadn’t recognized him. It was no surprise really. In his fear, he had stopped looking like himself, and had blended in with his Japanese occupiers.

It was that day that he realised that he could manipulate the basics of his physical appearance at will. Though he didn’t understand why, Young-gi knew that he had to keep it to himself. He used it to get himself through crowds, to get service, to get better jobs when he was older, to get through school where even there the discrimination was almost too much. Used sparingly, his magical proclivities remained hidden from most of the world, but when he met Sook-ja, he could no longer keep it to himself. Sharing his secret with the woman he would one day wed was a balm to all the suffering he had endured as a child. It was something both of them could relate to, especially as muggleborns.

The two were married almost as soon as they left school, and while they had originally intended to settle down in Young-gi’s village, the violence and discrimination appeared to be unending. When Sook-ja became pregnant, they knew what they had to do. Taking as little with them as possible, the small Kim family snuck their way into England, and made a life for themselves as the Kings of London.

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