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Sample Applications / Re: Wilhelmina Mason
« on: 12/04/2014 at 19:21 »
Miss Mason,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been obviously been accepted or your mother would likely Sort you herself. Term begins 01 May 2014. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the School, as usual.


Regards,
Wesley W. Winsday,
Professor of Charms


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Archived Applications / Re: Beatrix Blythe
« on: 12/04/2014 at 14:28 »
Miss Blythe,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted. Term begins 01 May 2014. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the School.


Regards,
Wesley W. Winsday,
Professor of Charms


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Archived Applications / Re: Henry Raymond Viggano
« on: 05/04/2014 at 19:59 »
Mr. Viggano,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted. Term begins 01 May 2014. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the School.


Regards,
Wesley W. Winsday,
Professor of Charms


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Archived Applications / Re: Isabeau Lydian Farrell
« on: 05/04/2014 at 19:55 »
Hi Isabeau! Welcome to HS.net!

Everything in your app looks great, and I'm ready to accept you as soon as you address one minor change. Because of site ratings and the rules and regulations we've set up, we ask that teenage pregnancy (under 18) not be mentioned in character back stories.  If you'd like to mention Isabeau's mother's age, that's fine, but we ask that she be at least 18.

Other than that -- everything looks perfect!  Once you've fixed that, post to let me know and I'll go ahead and get you accepted.

Best,
Wes

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Archived Applications / Re: Eira Rhycw Medraut
« on: 05/04/2014 at 19:48 »
Miss Medraut,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted. Term begins 01 May 2014. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the School.


Regards,
Wesley W. Winsday,
Professor of Charms


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Archived Applications / Re: Ashling O'Brien
« on: 04/04/2014 at 06:03 »
Miss O'Brien,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted. Term begins 01 May 2014. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the School.


Regards,
Wesley W. Winsday,
Professor of Charms


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Archived Applications / Re: Irina Borovsky
« on: 04/04/2014 at 05:59 »
Miss Borovsky,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted. Term begins 01 May 2014. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the School.


Regards,
Wesley W. Winsday,
Professor of Charms


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Archived Applications / Re: Raymond Carracci
« on: 04/04/2014 at 05:46 »
Mr. Carracci,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted. Term begins 01 May 2014. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the School.


Regards,
Wesley W. Winsday,
Professor of Charms


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Archived Applications / Re: Zuvee Soo
« on: 23/12/2013 at 05:09 »
Miss Soo,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted. Term begins 01 January, 2014. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the School.


Regards,
Wesley Winsday,
Professor of Charms

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Archived Applications / Re: Cecelia Mills
« on: 20/12/2013 at 13:14 »
Miss Mills,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted. Term begins 01 January, 2014. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the School.


Regards,
Wesley Winsday,
Professor of Charms

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Archived Applications / Wesley Winsday - Charms
« on: 01/12/2013 at 23:48 »
I couldn't stay away.... >>



CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Wesley Wallace Winsday

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Arianrhod Medraut & Co.

Character age: 28

Character education:
Gryffindor, Hogwarts School (1922-1929)
Magical artifact acquisition team, historian (1930-1935)
Self-employed, antiquities dealer (1936-1940)

Strength and weaknesses (details please):
His strengths are perhaps his weaknesses, at least in terms of teaching. Enthusiastic, yes, but his curiosity has gotten him into too much trouble on a regular basis and it's probably safe to say he would lead his students into such experiences as well.  Good for them, he might say, but a little adventure has the potential of becoming quite dangerous.

Magically, it's no question that his hexes are stronger than anything else he can whip up and he has incredibly accurate aim. Defensive spells are an entirely different matter; in some situations he's better off just ducking.

Physical description: With a crop of dark, shaggy hair and bright blue eyes, he stands at about five feet and ten inches, usually with an impish sort of grin on his face.  A native of the Loch Ness area, his Scottish brogue is a defining feature.  Most days, he can be found wearing leather boots and trousers with a button-down shirt -- suspenders optional.  As a professor, I wouldn't expect that to change, except perhaps to wear a plain black robe over his regular ensemble.  He never goes anywhere without a small, leather pouch on his belt, which holds a few vials of his asthma potion, just in case.

Personality: With an indomitable sense of enthusiasm for exploration and general tomfoolery, he is perhaps a sort of Peter Pan -- the man who never grew up.  He is quite serious when absolutely necessary, but he rarely ever finds it necessary.  Absentminded and a little eccentric in certain aspects, he is surprisingly agile and incredibly focused although he often trips over his own two feet, usually because he's been distracted by something shiny.  For all his somewhat erratic stream of consciousness, however, Wesley is incredibly brilliant and knowledgeable about the wizarding world, though his modern Muggle knowledge is... lacking at best.  He also has strong humane morals; he employs a free house elf, Mella, believing that sentient beings have the right to freedom and choice.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:
He may be brilliant, but he's not a business mind by any stretch of the imagination.  His shop is failing, and while he loves the work, the upkeep and day to day running is costing him too much.  It's time to move on.  Hogwarts was never the best part of his childhood, but it's a job and it's steady and he's fed and housed.  He's never minded children, and with his slightly childish mentality might even enjoy being the leader of a group of wild, exploring youth.  It's an excuse to do everything he always wanted to try but couldn't have gotten away with -- and get paid for it.

Oh, and kids learn things.  Everyone wins.
 

Biography:
April, 1918
Snowdonia, Wales

"Where're we goin' Da?"

Seven years old and scrawnier than a stork on stilts, he still had difficulty keeping up with the broad steps of the man beside him, and if it hadn't been for the hand holding fast to his, Wesley might have fallen behind.  His father, dark haired like his boy and sharp eyed, was scanning the trees for signs -- birds, howls, trees snapped in half.

Scorch marks.

"There," Wallace Winsday murmured, and Wesley crouched down to look at the strange crackling burn etched into the enormous tree.  Blue eyes widened with excitement, and he grinned suddenly, ear to ear.

"Da!" He whispered. "Are you taking me to see them?"

"Don't make a sound," his father smiled secretively, and held on tightly to Wesley's arm before apparating away, leave just the echo of a pop in their wake.  They appeared, with little Wesley breathless, on the edge of a cliff side overlooking an enormous valley with a loch shimmering in the distance.  Mist rose from the mountains and the dragonologist and his son watched as it billowed gently down from the peak closest to them.

"Look carefully," Wallace pointed, still quiet, as if just the echo of his voice might be irritating to the trees.  "Into the mist -- can you see?"  And Wesley squinted, and strained and looked and looked and finally there was something that maybe appeared....

He gasped.  "That's..."

A creature, magnificent and terrifying, lifted out of the fog and let out a plume of flame, wings beating, lime belly gleaming and slashing its tail for balance.  And while Wesley was hundreds and hundreds of feet away, he couldn't imagine anything more incredible in the whole world.

"A Common Welsh Green," the dragonologist nodded, smiling. "What do you think?"

Welsey could barely think at all, he was so enthralled, but he wrapped his thin little arms around his father's leg and squeezed it tight in a hug.

***
July, 1925
Orkney Islands

He'd never known anything but this life -- the traveling, the camping, the rare stops in villages along their unplanned route.  They traveled with a group of men employed by the Ministry to track and control dragon populations in Scotland and northern Wales and England.  His mother Brigit had vanished when he was quite young, and Da never mentioned her nor where she had gone; Wesley assumed her to be dead and he simply didn't ask. It didn't matter much, for it was always he and his Da, and the men he knew as Uncle George, Uncle Ross, Uncle Peter....

Going home from Hogwarts for the summer holidays meant a tent (albeit one of the large, wizarding variety and three months of trekking over wilderness and through mountains, tracking dragons and sometimes herding them to the less populated areas.  Wesley being only fourteen stayed in camp, but when Da came back sooty and exhausted, there would be sandwiches waiting and a boiling kettle for tea, and he'd hear all about the shenanigans and close calls of the day.  And while he understood that what his father did was dangerous, the danger never really occurred to him.

He saw the black drape now over the conjured stretcher and it wasn't sinking in, the human-shaped lumps beneath were an illusion, detached from reality and he stared, mesmerized as Uncle Ross (or was it Uncle Orville?) explained quietly what had happened.  Scottish dragons were known for their tempers, so it wasn't unprecedented, and everyone knew how Wallace Winsday could be....

Stupid, but brave. Very, very brave.

In the end, it was decided that this was no life for the dragonologist's son, out in the wild without a father.  And so the Uncles sent him to live in a boy's home, at least for the summer, and then he returned to Hogwarts for a brand new cycle.

And he hated it.  But mostly, he hated that his father had been so very brave.
***
February 1929
Hogsmeade, Valentine's Day

She was pretty, he'd give her that.  Red hair, all soft curls and softer lips and she looked like a duchess in that pretty green dress she'd put on for the occasion. "Blair Briarlocke?" His friends laughed, for they'd seen how Wesley lapped up the attentions of less wholesome young ladies, even if nothing ever came of it. His friends were only jealous, after all.   They didn't have the same sort of constancy in their lives, someone there who cared for him and was always there, no matter the weather.  He'd fallen in love with that feeling, fallen in love.... It was foolish, he knew it, but it had been nice for two years, so why not make it fifty?

He was down on one knee and he'd pulled out the ring and he was telling her he loved her and wouldn't she please say yes?  And of course, she did, and then they were engaged.

She was perfect, and once more, he had his forever.
***
September, 1931
16 Ashwinder Lane, Hogsmeade

"Darling, you ought to say something.  You're gaping as wide as a fish."

He didn't doubt it, not with the news she'd just laid on him, and his twenty-year old self felt as if a heart attack were imminent.  Monsters, curses, rivals in the artifact acquisition community -- he'd faced them all down by now and yet nothing (nothing!) seemed as terrifying as this.

"Wesley..."

"I... ah... bloody..."

"Wesley, your tongue.  Honestly, they say babies can hear you speaking from the outside.  I'd rather not have such language around--"

Baby.  Baby baby baby.  Baby.  She kept saying that word and he was beginning to think he'd stepped into an alternative reality.  Baby meant she was.... she was....

P-p-p-p-p-pre...g..nant.

Right.

"Bl-- I mean, oh.  I mean, wow. I mean... great."

"Wesley?"

"No, no that's.... great. Amazing..." He was beginning to smile.  Beam.  Laugh.

She was pregnant, and he was going to be a father, and this all was really forever.
***
April, 1931
St. Mungo's Hospital

She was small.

Too small, and she fit in the palm of his hand, barely even breathing, not moving.  Alive, but....

He refused to cry, refused to let the aching show, not even to this tiny infant he called his daughter, his little.... Ava, they'd decided to call it, if it was a girl.  And it was.  She was. 

"Mam's upstairs," he murmured gently, and the tremor in his voice was quickly stamped away.  "Something happened, and they're trying to fix her...."  A glance to the door; they'd whisked her away, she'd been unconscious.... and they had left a solitary healer to explain that there was nothing that they could do except let him hold her, because she was too early for life to fully take hold.

He didn't even know what to do with her, except hug her to his chest while the little heartbeat slowed and the breaths became invisible. He rocked a little, like he'd seen mothers do in the park, and once he kissed the baby's forehead, just because she ought to know what that was like.

She slipped away in his arms, and when it was all over, he just handed the body back to the healer and walked out to go and find his wife.

But she was already gone.

At the joint funeral the next week, he watched two caskets -- one larger, one smaller -- lower into a single grave.  He stayed long enough to throw the customary handful of dirt into the hole, and then he left.

And then he cried, finally, because it had become all too clear that forever was a long way off.

***
May 1933
A bar near Galway, Ireland

"She's a bird wit' legs, tha' one," Fox commented, spat-covered shoes finding a resting place on the table and taking a gander at some of the girls at the bar counter.  "Blonde, and would ye look at them--"

"C'mon, some of us are concentrating Foxworthy," Swan flicked a cigarette butt in the redheaded man's lap, her perfectly polished nails clicking on the table through a piece of old parchment.  "Drool over your birds somewhere else."

"You quit poking holes in a three-hundred year old document," Wesley muttered, but it was all good natured.  "And pass the whiskey."

"Next round's on you, Hound," Swan replied, plunking the bottle in front of their historian.  "You also owe me six cigarettes and seven butterbeers."  A wry little grin.  "But who's counting?"

Wesley only grinned.

"So where is this thing we're lookin' fer, then?" Fox yawned.  "And will explosives be necessary?  I'm not hiring the bloke we got last time."

"No, no.  It's an easy one," Wesley said.  "Cliffs of Moher.  We'll find it by next week if we don't get blown off the cliffs.  I have a good idea of where the cave is.  Few mile radius."

"Better than last time," Swan observed.  "Twenty square miles until we got that goddamn spear..."

"I had a better map this time.  The sixteen-hundreds are considerably more cartographically inclined as opposed to the seven-hundreds."

"Fair enough."

"I'm tired o' this," Fox yawned dramatically.  "I'm goin' to go see if one of them fine dames needs an escort."

"I'd knock loudly before entering the room tonight," muttered Swan, and Wesley snorted, then lost himself in work again.

***

August, 1935
New Mexican desert

"HEADS DOWN!"

Swan's strong voice rang out and Wesley ducked instinctively as a storm of red streaks whizzed over his head.  "Damn..." Sending a streak of blue in the direction of their attackers, he slipped behind a boulder and took cover beside Fox.  "How the bloody hell did they know we'd be--" A shower of dirt came down as a spell hit the boulder with explosive force. "--here?!"

"Dunno," the Irishman shot back, and reached around to send a stunning curse out.  "But there's seven o' them an' three o' us and in case ye hadn' caugh' on, they've cast anti-apparation spells."

Rival hunters were ruthless towards each other; some more so than others.  And he'd been on both sides of justice, the aggressor as often as the defendant.  It just tended to be less pleasant when you were on the receiving end.

"Either way, we need to get out of here," Wesley growled.  Their brooms were within reach....  "Accio broom!"

The first was blasted by an Incendio mid-summon; he swore.  Fine.  He'd get them himself. "Cover me," he told Fox, and he launched himself out from behind the boulder.

Two things happened at once; and after that he knew very little.  One curse, directly over the right side of his chest, and a Stupefy from the side, and when he hit the ground he found in the last few moments of consciousness that he couldn't seem to draw a breath.

***
December, 1935
St. Mungo's Hospital

Asthma, they called it, and there was no way to cure the constant wheeze, or so they said.  It was the curse that did it -- only so much they could have done, he was lucky to be alive.  Any further left and it would have stopped his heart.

Lucky. He laughed bitterly (and then coughed).  Who counted themselves lucky to have lain prone and severely asthmatic in a bed at the same hospital where his wife and daughter....?

The bitter cold air only made his lungs constrict further, and he found it difficult to swallow the potion dose they'd given him, potions he would rely on for the rest of his life.  For what life?  They'd stripped him of his escape... what would he do now except exist? He couldn't return to the field.  Not now, not ever.

In the end, he spent Christmas alone, in the hollowed-out shell of a trinket shop registered to one Blair Avalon Briarlocke.

And then he moved in. Boxes from years of travels accumulated. He put the contents on the empty shop shelves.  And before long, Briarlocke Antiquities was opening for business.

It wasn't a life quite yet, but it was close enough.


SAMPLE ROLEPLAY

She was the sort of woman he felt less than sure of himself around -- cold and stony, and he doubted manly charms worked on her tough hide.  Just as well.  Angel would likely give him a well-earned smack.

(Mmm.  She was pretty when she was riled up.  Actually, she was pretty all the time.  Even with feathers in her hair, and toothpaste around her mouth, and when she was flustered, and when she laughed, and whe--)

He was too distracted to react, and while the Headmistress had summoned the power of a rather neat little shield charm, Wesley was entirely covered in mud. He sputtered for a few minutes, peering at the Giant Squid through the spectacles he'd donned specifically for the interview (he looked smarter, more... professor-like), wiping the mud away with his fingers like the wipers on those funny Muggle vehicles.  The irony of the situation was more striking than he'd admit. He and the Squid... well, they went way back, and it was a complicated history that they shared.  The mud bath was well deserved.

"He's in a... rare mood, ah?"  He muttered, wicking the last of the mud from his robe sleeves, not bothering with his hair; it was muddy brown anyhow so it couldn't be that bad of a mess.

“He has a cold again!”

A cold?! The Squid got colds, then.... interesting. He tried to catch a glimpse of the old creature, but a glob of mud from his hair fell over his glasses again.

"Someone is going to have to deal with him!"

"Might I suggest a large creature veternarian?" He spoke up helpfully, taking off the glasses altogether and slicking back his ruined hair.  "I know one.  Nice bloke, bit thick, but that's only after a troll clubbed him in th--"

“You’ll do.”

He blinked at the Headmistress and for a moment there was silence. 

"I don't think he'll take too kindly to me--"

He caught her look.

"--but I can certainly try."

Giving medicine to a grumpy, ancient Giant Squid who likely still held a massive grudge against him.  Well this was... different. He grunted, thinking quickly.

"Right, I'll need a broomstick.  And rope -- long piece, strong.  And fish guts. Or something similar."

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Suggestions & Questions / Leveling up as an adult
« on: 13/05/2012 at 17:25 »
I might just be missing it, but is there a thread to explain how to level up as an adult?

Thanks!

Wes

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Brilliant! Thank you sir. :)

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Thanks for the fix!

Not to bother you, I'm sure you're busy, Professor, but do you when and if my shop will be approved?  Thanks. :)

- Wesley

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Oh - question,

I requested that my Charms level be 13.  Right now, it says 11.  Did I not get approved to be 13, or can that be changed?

Thanks!

-Wesley Arcturus Winsday

TibbleEdit: Fixed!

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"Thank you, Professor Tibble!  Your beard is indeed powerful." Wesley winked.

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Wesley Arcturus Winsday
Gender: Male
Age: 25

Education: 
Gryffindor - Hogwarts School, class of 1966.

Residence:
Hogsmeade, Scotland. The apartment above Briarlocke Antiquities.

Occupation:
Owns and manages Briarlocke Antiquities.

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: 13
  • Transfiguration: 11
  • Divination: 8
  • Summoning: 10
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:
Calliope Nightingale, third year Ravenclaw at Hogwarts.

Special Phrase: Tibbles beard of power!

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Wesley Arcturus Winsday was born on August 21st, 1948.  He is the first child of Tiberius Winsday and Marnella Culpepper, both of Scotland.  A pureblood wizard, he is the final heir of the Winsday name, a very old Scottish wizarding family whose ancestors can be traced back to the Norse invaders.

Wesley never truly knew his biological mother, who left his father when Wesley was almost three years old..  He was therefore raised singlehandedly by his father, a famous dracologist in the magical scientific world.  Wesley traveled with his father all over the globe, chasing and studying dragons in order to protect and conserve them, as well as hide their existence from Muggles. He became, in essence, his father’s assistant, and was even allowed to accompany Tiberius on some of the less dangerous excursions into dragon territory. 

Tragically in 1959 – the year Wesley entered Hogwarts –Tiberius Winsday was involved in an accident with a rogue dragon and was killed in the field.  At school at the time of the incident, Wesley deeply grieved the loss of his father, but was determined to do his father proud.  He became very motivated in school, but buried a lot of grief far under the surface.

In 1964, Wesley’s fifth year at Hogwarts, he met Blair Briarlocke, a beautiful, talented witch in her sixth year.  They began dating and fell in love, and for the first time since his father’s death Wesley felt completely fulfilled.  On December 25th, 1965, they became engaged.  Wesley graduated from Gryffindor House later that school year, class of 1966.  He became an archaeologist and historian of magical artifacts, while Blair had already set up a shop in Hogsmeade selling magical handcrafted jewelry.

Wesley and Blair were married on July 25th, 1967.  It was a small wedding, but perfectly wonderful.  The couple moved just a few miles north of Hogsmeade to Winshollow Manor, Wesley’s family’s historical mansion where he and his father had spent summers.  By February of 1968, Blair was pregnant with their first child. The Winsdays were thrilled. They spent the year excitedly dreaming of what their new family would be like.

But it was not to be.  On October 30th, 1968, Blair was rushed to St. Mungo’s with an early labor, where she gave birth to a stillborn daughter.  The loss of her child was too unbearable for Blair.  Weakened by complications from the birth, she died the next day on October 31st, her heart broken.

Wesley’s life had completely fallen into nothingness.  Bitter, resentful, and shattered, he withdrew into his pain, all the while searching for something to help him feel again.  Adrenaline rushes seemed to be the most effective, and he joined a group of magical treasure hunters, using his extensive knowledge as both a dracologist’s son and a magical historian.  Losing himself in his work, he eventually tried to revert back to his old self, adopting a false shadow of his former eternally optimistic attitude, hiding beneath an impish smile. Although he never got over the deaths of his wife and newborn child, the years amongst a loyal group of friends and teammates helped him learn to cope.  In 1972, Wesley was seriously injured by a curse in a wand fight between his team and another opposing treasure hunting team.  His treasure-hunting days in the field were over.

With nowhere else to go, he arrived back in Hogsmeade later that year.  Blair’s old shop, boarded up and abandoned, was still available, so he purchased it back from the current owner and fixed it up.  He opened a magical antiquities shop, calling it Briarlocke Antiquities after Blair’s maiden name.  Still grappling with his loss, he now lives in the apartment above the shop, not trusting himself to go back to an empty Winshollow Manor where he and Blair were so happy.

Wesley is a tall, well-built young man with a crop of thick dark hair and similarly pigmented eyes.  He doesn’t laugh out loud too often, but his bright eyes twinkle with obvious amusement.  Highly skilled in charms, his Patronus is impressively powerful and  takes the shape of a Scottish Deerhound.  Although kind to everyone, particularly having a soft spot for children, he is somewhat of a loner with few true friends and not many acquaintances.

Wesley always wears a small owl pendant on a long, thin gold chain around his neck.  The necklace was one made by Blair in her shop, and portrays her Patronus animal. It possesses a charm which helps to wards away evil from the wearer.


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:
Wesley Winsday was just about to close up for the night and get on his way to the Three Broomsticks for a pint. He was straightening a few items on the back of the sales counter when he heard the shop door open.  He looked up, saw no one, and shrugged, blaming the faulty door latch and a puff of wind.  Then, he felt a tug on his robes.

"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."

 Wesley looked down, a little startled.  A small girl of five or six was staring at him, wide-eyed, holding up her supposedly frightened puffskein.  The little animal seemed rather contented for being so scared, although the little girl was obviously very upset.  How long had she been out on the street, lost and alone? He felt a sharp pang of sadness.  His own little girl would have been just about the same age as this child now.  Just as brave.  Just as frightened.  Just as... He bit his tongue, forcing himself to come out of the misery and gave the girl a smile he hoped didn't seem sad.

Wesley crouched down to her level, petting the puffskein.  “There now, little fellow,” he said kindly to the animal.  “Your young mistress here is taking good care of you.”  He smiled, broadly this time, looking the child in the eye.  “You’re a very brave girl asking for help.  A kind one as well, to be looking after the needs of your pet so well. I’m sure he knows it too – look how he’s snuggled in your arms.”  He rested his elbows on his knees.  “Hey, don’t worry.  I know all the streets in Hogsmeade quite well.  I grew up here as a boy.  I’ll bet if you remember what street you live on, I can bring you home no problem, and even get you home in time for supper.  ” He asked, then held up a finger.  “Wait, hold that thought.  I forgot the most important thing.  All brave girls deserve a quick treat.”  And with that, he stood up straight and took down a glass jar of Fizzing Whizbees, opened it and handed one to the girl.  “Here. Save it for when you get home, okay?”  Wesley smiled.  “Oh, my name is Wesley, by the way. Wesley Winsday.  What's your name?”


SHOPKEEPER QUESTIONS
Answer these questions only if you are applying to be a shopkeeper as well.

Shop name: Briarlocke Antiquities
Shop Description (200 words minimum):

Outside:
The building which houses Briarlocke Antiquities is painted an appropriately historic brown with light toffee-colored trim.  The shop occupies the first story, while Wesley Winsday lives upstairs.  A wood and metal sign engraved with the shop name juts from the side of the building, swinging over the cobblestone patio outside.  A table and two chairs are situated to the right of the door, inviting customers to sit and rest.  Below the windows, rose bushes (which bloom no matter the season) trim the edges of the shop.

Inside: Briarlocke Antiquities is a small shop selling and trading magical antiques and rarities of all values.  The shop is surprising light and airy, although the still filled with mystery on account of all the amazing artifacts owner and shopkeeper Wesley Winsday has stocked in the front room.  On the back wall, there is a sales counter situated on top of a large display case filled with rare antique jewelry.  The case is charmed securely with all kinds of nasty anti-thievery spells, so be careful not to step out of line!  Behind the sales counter is the stock room, which has an entrance to Wesley’s apartment upstairs and room to store newly acquired artifacts. 

Another charmed case, which covers the entire left wall of the shop, displays the items which are by far the most expensive in the store, including rare old wands and weapons, as well as powerfully magicked artifacts.  Nothing in these display cases are classified as terribly dangerous, although Wesley requires that witches and wizards handling and/or purchasing items from that case be of age (seventeen and up). The rest of the shop is filled with basic magical antiquities, from scrolls of ancient spells from Greece to enchanted helmets from the age of Merlin.  Wesley encourages curious witches and wizards to go ahead and touch any of the artifacts that are not behind glass, as non-cased items all hold passive or beneficial powers.

NOTE: Certain items that fall into Wesley’s possession are highly difficult to deal with, even sometimes deadly or controversial.   In order to protect the items from thieves and unscrupulous members of the magical community, Wesley keeps these items very heavily guarded in a secret cellar under the floor of the stock room.  These are often artifacts that Wesley discovered during his days as a treasure-hunter.  No one, save a select few of his former treasure-hunting teammates, know this room exists, although the discovery of the cellar by a lucky customer might be a fascinating roleplay scenario.


What purpose will this shop serve other than selling things and being the home of your character? Why would people want to RP there just for fun?
The store is filled with fascinating artifacts from all eras of wizarding history – it’s like walking into a museum.  It’s a great place to roleplay if your character is the curious sort, since you can find pretty much anything mysterious and magical you want – the options are endless.  The shop also harbors a great many mysteries, (including the secret cellar), so snooping around might dig up something very interesting...

In addition, Wesley Winsday has a big soft spot for children and is a wonderful storyteller, so if you are a youngster, visiting the shop can be a real treat (quite literally, in fact – Wesley keeps a jar of his favorite Fizzing Whizbees to share behind the counter, a well known fact by all of his regulars).


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