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Adults & Children / Re: Myfi Cadwallader
« Last post by Myfi Cadwallader on 22/05/2017 at 16:00 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Myfi Betsan Cadwallader
Gender: Female.
Age: 21 (Feb 5, 1929).
Blood Status: Pure.

Education: 
Rennet-Moss Group tutors.  The plan was to send her to Beauxbatons, but with the closing of that school, another option had to happen.  Her mother (grandmother) refused to send her to Hogwarts.  Instead, they hired tutors from a rather expensive firm of private instructors.  By the end of her studies, she had achieved an Exceeds Expectations N.E.W.T. score in Charms, and Acceptable in Divination.

Residence:
Formerly of Carreg Ddu, a small island in Gwynned, Wales.  A fairly difficult place for a muggle to reach.  Now living in Muggle London in a Boarding House.

Occupation
Currently unemployed, but works as a busker/thief.  A talented guitar and mandolin player, with her heart set on becoming a singer.

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?
Not at this time, though if an opportunity presents itself...

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 11
  • Divination: 8
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 6
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No.  Marvin Fleisher is my father, but we're different people.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
None.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
It wasn't until her seventeenth birthday that Myfi learned the truth: her older sister Stefani was not her sister all- but her mother.  The woman who had raised her was in fact her grandmother.  Their recently-deceased 'father' wasn't her father at all.

He was a famous childhood music star- now found in parts unknown.

Her entire life was a lie.  Her very sheltered, privately tutored, devoid-of-social-structure life was all for the birds.  It did explain things, though.  Why they lived in such a desolate place.  Why her cousins whispered at family gatherings whenever she and Stefani were around.  Why her sister referred to her as Mymy... it was actually 'my My'.  The hints were all there once the beans had been spilled.

These weren't magic beans, though.  These beans were named spite, and hurt, and betrayal.  Anger- so much Anger.  She needed to sort herself out.  Needed things to make sense.  So, without her "mother's" blessing or more than three sickles to her name, Myfi Cadwallader apparated to London.

At seventeen, she was legal enough.  Despairingly naive and habitually forgiving, she was utterly unprepared for London- muggle or otherwise.

That was five years ago.  She has made her living on the street, selling her music, plying her trade; only occasionally pulling off bits of hidden magic- when the rent was due or the gnawing knot in her stomach became too unbearable.  She was beyond subtle- most often, it was muggle sleight-of-hand that tamed her marks.  Only when things got difficult did she resort to wandwork.  Even then, it was mostly harmless- she was hungry, not hurtful.

And now, she had a name to add to her mystery father- Fleisher.[/i]

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

Option Two -

Roleplay Response:
It was coldBeyond cold, to be honest.  Cold enough to have abandoned her normal locations in the heart of London.  Her easy marks in the stupid muggles that wandered around like ants.  It was ridiculously easy, to tell the truth.  Most of the time, muggles paid for her music.  Like monkeys, they were drawn to her songs.  While not 'rich' by any means, she got by on her talent.  Most of the time.

Not today, it seemed.  The bitter cold threatened frostbite against the cold metal strings of her guitar, and the muggles had lost all their gusto with the falling snow.  Today, she braved the harsher waters- the more dangerous and delightful alleyways.

Wizarding London.

She'd been playing for a while now, pretty much non-stop, and only had a few knuts to show for it.  It seemed Wizarding London wasn't so appreciative of the arts.

She'd eyed her mark as soon as he'd left the shoppe.  It was easy to draw her wand between songs here.  People expected it of her, really.  She cast a warming charm on her hands- nothing out of the ordinary there.  Then, when people stopped paying attention, she glazed a patch of snow on the sidewalk into ice.

Then, as if oblivious, she went back to her guitar, starting another sorrowful song and playing her heart out.  She meant every word, though a small part of her was preparing...

The crash was spectacular.  She barely had time to get her guitar out of the way before she was boots-over-shoulders and scrunch! on her back.  A sudden impromptu snow-angel to compliment her art.

"Hey!  Watch it!" she cried, rubbing the back of her head as she elbowed herself to her feet.  She brushed herself off first, making a show that dirt and schmutz had been (possibly) permanently marred onto her leggings.  Then she turned around.

"Terribly sorry!  My fault- I didn't see you there!" she offered him a hand to help him up, her other aiming for his shoulder, then his elbow.  "You've got snow all over your jacket here..." she added, forgetting her earlier gesture towards his hand and moving to brush her own down his back, stepping close to avoid further passers-by.

Her intent- and here's the tricky part- comfortable light hands on the elbow or shoulder disappear when a rough touch takes over.  A closed-in stance puts the body off-kilter, ill-at-ease to those that they don't know.  Concentration falls away as defenses begin to, naturally, rise up.  There, in those brief, timeless seconds, that magic that even muggles can employ can be used.

If she played this right, her delicate fingers might feel for a wallet, or- let's face it, she was in Wizarding London now- a coinpurse.  If she were particularly skillful (and she was) and he was particularly distracted(and who could resist a pretty smile?) she would get a warm meal tonight.

OTHER
How did you find us? Other (my husband)
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Adults & Children / Re: Myfi Cadwallader
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 22/05/2017 at 12:39 »
Hi Myfi!

I really enjoyed reading your application! There is just one thing before we can accept your application. You have some very minor instances of powerplaying in your RP response, like  "releasing his hand and brushing her own down his back". While this isn't a real thread, once you do start doing those with other people, they might not appreciate you making those little assumptions like that he took her hand or didn't jerk away when she stepped closer.

Once you fix that, please post your entire revised application below and we'll be happy to take another look!
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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Rosemary Carter on 21/05/2017 at 06:03 »
CHANGE OF FACE CLAIM

Character name: Rosemary Carter
Old face claim first name: Lena
Old face claim last name: Ivaschenko

New face claim first name: Renata
New face claim last name: Valliulina
Link to accepted application/completed thread:http://hogwarts-school.net/elsewhere/index.php?topic=8729.0
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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Chloe Elita Rose on 21/05/2017 at 05:08 »
CHANGE OF FACE CLAIM

Character name: Chloe Elita Rose
Old face claim first name: Ashley
Old face claim last name: Olsen

New face claim first name:  Sasha
New face claim last name: Pieterse
Link to accepted application/completed thread: http://hogwarts-school.net/castle/index.php?topic=14159.msg142650#msg142650
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Adults & Children / Ryder Aarons/Elsewhere Teen
« Last post by Ryder Aarons on 20/05/2017 at 07:42 »
Character Name: Ryder Aarons

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Alex and Oliva (No)

Residence: 
Cumberland, England. His parents own a plot of land that used to be a farm.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
I don’t really understand what this is asking

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? 
Also don’t really understand what this is askin

Please list any other characters you already have at the site: N/A

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Alex and Olivia are both magical, but they are also both muggle born wizards. They both went to Hogwarts, Alex was in Gryffindor and Olivia was in Ravenclaw. Alex was on the quidditch team and Olivia was a prefect and they had interacted in separate circles until their 6th year, and didn’t start dating until their 7th year.

After school Alex went on to start an apprenticeship with a wand-maker and Oliva started healer training. Years later Olivia got pregnant with Ryder after being a practicing for 4 year and she decided to leave the hospital to be a stay at home mom and take care of her baby at least while he was small. Alex had moved along in his apprenticeship and was getting deeper into wandlore.

Having grown up on a farm allowed Ryder to explore and have many great adventures and learn and use his imagination. When he turned 2 he got a little brother, Landen. Ryder loved being a big brother and showing his little brother how things were done.

Ryder and Landen were always wondering off, once they were old enough to open the front door. At first it worried their mother greatly, but they always came home and they got older. They always got themselves into sticky situations coming home covered head to toe in dirty both giggle and refusing to tell their parents what they had been up to.

When Ryder started muggle school at age 5 you would’ve thought it was the end of the world was ending for the first week. He threw a fit time that he had to go to class and had to leave Landen behind. Eventually, as kids do Ryder adapted and the end of the school day became the best part of the day, even better than when dad came home, because he got to be with his best friend again.

The boys grew up together and got closer, and once both of them where in school their mom went back to work at the hospital part-time. Alex had moved along in his apprenticeship and was helping the master wand maker pick wood worthy of being coming a wand. His dad would go work on trips traveling to forest to look for wand wood, but always brought his sons back something from his adventures. Ryder displayed all of the treasures his father brought him in his window.

When Ryder turned 10 and was getting excited about the idea of going to Hogwarts, his little brother became ill. Laden’s illness progressed slowly it started as a cough it didn’t hold him back from having from with his brother, but it got worse over the course of the school year. Laden had been getting shuffled back and forth from the hospital all year as he got worse when it suddenly got worse. Around the time that Ryder got his letter from Hogwarts is the time the migraines started happening with Laden.

Laden spend his days indoors now in the quiet. Ryder has taken to reading in a whisper so that he would still be able to spend time with his brother. Shopping for his school supplies and robes was supposed to be the best day, but he didn’t enjoy it as much because Laden couldn’t come with him. Laden continued to get worse through the summer and had to be admitted to the hospital, he had developed a rash and gotten weaker.

Ryder didn’t want to leave his brother and had to be talked on getting on the Hogwarts express. Ryder worried about his brother, and for most of the ride there he sat in silence until a couple other new students burst into his compartment and started a conversation. He was able to put his brother to the back of his mind as he made quick friends and got shuffled to the castle and through he shorting. However, towards the end of term he was pulled from school and excused from exams, because his brother took a turn for the worst. Ryder went home and watched his brother, his best friend, die a week before Christmas.

Ryder felt guilty for getting caught up in Hogwarts and having fun while his brother stayed and got more and more sick. Going back for his spring term he was on auto pilot and just going through the motions. He was there but he wasn’t present, his marks were terrible and his parents got called to the school to try to help.

His head of house was the one that stepped in and made sure he did not fail out of school. They made him come to their office to do homework and he wouldn’t leave until it was satisfactory. Additionally, His head of house ordered him to spend time with his friends even if it was just sitting with them at meal times. Slowly it helped him. His friends were able to get him to smile again and sometimes forget about the pain and his head of house made sure he passed his classed, some of them only barely, and some he shouldn’t have pass but the teachers understood and rounded up.

The summer after Laden was gone he was sent to live with his grandparents in London, who were muggles, his parents thought it would help being away from the farm and it did. He was able to go to Digieon Alley and explore and keep in touch with the magical community. He stayed in touch with his friends when they send owls and his parents had gotten him a subscription to the daily prophet. His parents got him a new broom, it wasn’t top of the line, but it was better than the one he had and he didn’t plan on using that one again it had to many memories tied to it. His parents encouraged him to try out for quidditch, but he didn’t though he did enjoy just flying around the pitch when the teams weren’t practicing.

During his second year he got better. Christmas time was hard for him and he struggled through exams, but his marks were better and his head of house didn’t make him do homework in their office anymore. He leaned on his friends and when he went home to the farm for the first time in a year he cried until he couldn’t anymore. Being on the farm somehow made it final that his brother was gone and he started to really heal.

He took Laden’s favorite book back to Hogwarts with him and read pieces of it every night. His grades improved greatly and he was preforming at an above average level.

He spent his summer on the farm, spending 2 weeks in the middle of the summer with his best friend. When they went to the alley to get his supplies for his third year they also got him an Owl so that he could write to them more easily and thought that it would help, because this was the year that Laden would’ve started at Hogwarts.

Year 3 he did try out for the team, but didn’t make the cut. He was good enough that he was asked to sub in when a player was sick or had detention during a team practice. Though he never played a game he enjoyed watching them from the stands with his friends. His relationships got stronger and so did his grades. He was a stop performer in all his classed, except history of magic it just bored him that he would space out.

His 4th year after practicing all summer he made the team as a chaser. He loved the feeling of adrenaline and his classmates cheering him on. Quidditch is just what he needed to finally express his true potential. He opened up more and started really talking to the people outside of his friend group. He found his voice outside of the classroom and with his peers. Christmas was still the worst part of the year for him but it didn’t affect him like it used to. He also started noticing girls are more than just classmates.

He finished the year with top marks, great friends, and stories he couldn’t wait to tell his parents. He was excited to go home to the farm a feeling he never thought he would be able to feel again about the place.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:

Ryder was spinning his wand in his hand like it was a drumstick. His mother constantly warned him not to do that or he would be buying himself a replacement or attempting to do course work without one. He rolled his eyes every time because he had gotten so good at it that he barely noticed he was even doing it. he stopped the spinning and cocked an eyebrow.

He took in the little girl. For some reason she reminded him of Laden, he would always be up for an adventure and would always cry if Ryder got ahead of him. However, unlike the John character that flew away, he would wait for Laden to catch up. He smiled a crooked smile that made him look younger than his 15, “Depends on what we are playing?”

He had 2 extra brooms in the barn at the farmhouse that he hadn’t touched since Laden died, had avoided them actually. They were old now and would definitely needed to be cleaned, but it was better than her toy broom that has been tossed to the side.

OTHER
How did you find us? Google

I hope this is how I am supposed to post
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Adults & Children / Myfi Cadwallader
« Last post by Myfi Cadwallader on 19/05/2017 at 08:36 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Myfi Betsan Cadwallader
Gender: Female.
Age: 21 (Feb 5, 1929).
Blood Status: Pure.

Education:
Rennet-Moss Group tutors.  The plan was to send her to Beauxbatons, but with the closing of that school, another option had to happen.  Her mother (grandmother) refused to send her to Hogwarts.  Instead, they hired tutors from a rather expensive firm of private instructors.  By the end of her studies, she had achieved an Exceeds Expectations N.E.W.T. score in Charms, and Acceptable in Divination.

Residence:
Formerly of Carreg Ddu, a small island in Gwynned, Wales.  A fairly difficult place for a muggle to reach.  Now living in Muggle London in a Boarding House.

Occupation
Currently unemployed, but works as a busker/thief.  A talented guitar and mandolin player, with her heart set on becoming a singer.

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?
Not at this time, though if an opportunity presents itself...

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 11
  • Divination: 8
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 6
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No.  Marvin Fleisher is my father, but we're different people.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
None.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
It wasn't until her seventeenth birthday that Myfi learned the truth: her older sister Stefani was not her sister all- but her mother.  The woman who had raised her was in fact her grandmother.  Their recently-deceased 'father' wasn't her father at all.

He was a famous childhood music star- now found in parts unknown.

Her entire life was a lie.  Her very sheltered, privately tutored, devoid-of-social-structure life was all for the birds.  It did explain things, though.  Why they lived in such a desolate place.  Why her cousins whispered at family gatherings whenever she and Stefani were around.  Why her sister referred to her as Mymy... it was actually 'my My'.  The hints were all there once the beans had been spilled.

These weren't magic beans, though.  These beans were named spite, and hurt, and betrayal.  Anger- so much Anger.  She needed to sort herself out.  Needed things to make sense.  So, without her "mother's" blessing or more than three sickles to her name, Myfi Cadwallader apparated to London.

At seventeen, she was legal enough.  Despairingly naive and habitually forgiving, she was utterly unprepared for London- muggle or otherwise.

That was five years ago.  She has made her living on the street, selling her music, plying her trade; only occasionally pulling off bits of hidden magic- when the rent was due or the gnawing knot in her stomach became too unbearable.  She was beyond subtle- most often, it was muggle sleight-of-hand that tamed her marks.  Only when things got difficult did she resort to wandwork.  Even then, it was mostly harmless- she was hungry, not hurtful.

And now, she had a name to add to her mystery father- Fleisher.

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

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
It was coldBeyond cold, to be honest.  Cold enough to have abandoned her normal locations in the heart of London.  Her easy marks in the stupid muggles that wandered around like ants.  It was ridiculously easy, to tell the truth.  Most of the time, muggles paid for her music.  Like monkeys, they were drawn to her songs.  While not 'rich' by any means, she got by on her talent.  Most of the time.

Not today, it seemed.  The bitter cold threatened frostbite against the cold metal strings of her guitar, and the muggles had lost all their gusto with the falling snow.  Today, she braved the harsher waters- the more dangerous and delightful alleyways.

Wizarding London.

She'd been playing for a while now, pretty much non-stop, and only had a few knuts to show for it.  It seemed Wizarding London wasn't so appreciative of the arts.

She'd eyed her mark as soon as he'd left the shoppe.  It was easy to draw her wand between songs here.  People expected it of her, really.  She cast a warming charm on her hands- nothing out of the ordinary there.  Then, when people stopped paying attention, she glazed a patch of snow on the sidewalk into ice.

Then, as if oblivious, she went back to her guitar, starting another sorrowful song and playing her heart out.  She meant every word, though a small part of her was preparing...

The crash was spectacular.  She barely had time to get her guitar out of the way before she was boots-over-shoulders and scrunch! on her back.  A sudden impromptu snow-angel to compliment her art.

"Hey!  Watch it!" she cried, rubbing the back of her head as she elbowed herself to her feet.  She brushed herself off first, making a show that dirt and schmutz had been (possibly) permanently marred onto her leggings.  Then she turned around.

"Terribly sorry!  My fault- I didn't see you there!" she offered, giving him a hand to help him up, her other on his shoulder, his elbow.  "You've got snow all over your jacket here..." she added, releasing his hand and brushing her own down his back, stepping close to avoid further passers-by.

Here's the tricky part- comfortable light hands on the elbow or shoulder disappear when a rough touch takes over.  A closed-in stance puts the body off-kilter, ill-at-ease to those that they don't know.  Concentration falls away as defenses begin to, naturally, rise up.  There, in those brief, timeless seconds, that magic that even muggles can employ can be used.

Delicate fingers felt for a wallet, or- let's face it, she was in Wizarding London now- a coinpurse.  Found something of the sort she expected.  And ever-so-gingerly pulled.

OTHER
How did you find us? Other (my husband)
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I hereby claim Myfi Cadwallader.
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Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=7614.0
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Accepted!
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E L S E W H E R E A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Creon Agepetus.
Gender: Male.
Age: 27.
Blood Status: Pureblood.

Education:
Graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- achieved seven OWL's and five NEWT's. Sorted into Ravenclaw.

Residence:
Ardstinchar Castle, Ayrshire, Scotland.

Occupation
Employee for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement:
. Employee for the Improper Use of Magic Office (1940-1945).
. Employee; clerk for Wizengamot Administration Services (1945-present)


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?
The Ministry for Magic.

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: 8
  • Summoning: 7.
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:
None.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

He comes from a long line of pureblooded Greek aristocrates. His great great great grandfather, a noble during the reign of the venetians over what was at that time called the Stato da Màr (State of the Sea) migrated to what was then the Kingdom of Scotland in 1646. Long posessing a tradition of capability with charms, the Greek noble was able to successfully bewitch the residing family in control of the castle, and thus provide a home for his young wife and children. It is within this home that a young Creon would grow up some  two hundred and seventy seven years later.

Creon Ageptus was raised with every luxury; ensconced in a family which had been freed from the prying eyes of muggles following  1770 (when the elderly Achaikos's son, Acacius, cast a spell upon the castle to make it unplottable) the youth grew up under the care of house elves and otherwise unaware muggle servants.  He was taught by his relatives the rudimentaries of potion making and other non lethal neccesities such as mental focus and concentration. In addition, his mother provided him with an abundence of tutors, and made him practice the mathematical algeorithms necessary for the purpose of her subject, which was Transfiguration. He was also taught Latin in order to better understand the etymology of spells and given lessons which pertained to dates in magical history. As an added caveat, his father often took the time to give him notes on the pronouncitation and wrist movement for basic charms.

Once he had turned ten, his mother took him to Diagon Alley in order to make him aware of the surroundings and to set up his trust fund (worth an estimated one million galleons, in order to pay for his tuition and other expenses). His trunk and basic necessities were paid for at this time; having a long familial tradition of Hogwarts attendance, his mother also paid for the basic textbooks needed for his first year. Thus, by the time of his eleventh birthday, he only needed to buy his wand from Ollivanders.

Upon his arrival at Hogwarts, the young pureblood was sorted into Ravenclaw, due in large part to his intellect. Always prone to reading tomes and apt at the pronounciation and memorization of charms, he found throughout his years at the school that he was particularly skilled at the theoretical side of spell work, yet also able to master spells in the practical realm with the use of raw skill. On his OWL's he achieved an E for his Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration courses and O's for his Charms and Potions courses. In History of Magic, Herbology and Ancient Runes he merely got an "Acceptable". For his seventh year, he chose to drop his lower ranking classes (those ranking below an E) and instead opt for a class in Alchemy. Following his NEWT's, he recieved an O in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms, and an E in Alchemy, Potions and Transfiguration.

Following his graduation, he chose to join the Ministry for Magic as an employee in the Improper Use of Magic Office. Through a series of reshuffles in the post war period, he later transferred to Wizengamot Administration Services.


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

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

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Creon frowned as he looked down disheveled man on the sidewalk. Whereas normally he might have chastized such behavior, he found he could not collect enough inner witheral to commit the act. The elderly man seemed to posses an inner kindness that showed through his outward clusimness, and despite his behavioral patterns and social instincts, he could not see anything more in that very moment than a man (indeed, a very charitable one, if the numerous boxes which surrounded him were anything to go by) in need of assistance.

"There is no need." said the younger man. Then he pulled out a beautiful white wand which seemed to be made of ivory. A minute later there was mere raising of the white stick, and the boxes gradually began to float above the ground and stack themselves into rows. Once the work was done, the man turned to the elderly gentlemen and seemed to utter a mild sigh at his disparagement.

"This shall never do, good chap." said the pureblood, waving his wand a few times as, all the while, he muttered incantations under his breath . It could not have been more than a second before things began to change; the tinsel, for instance, had vanished to parts unknown.


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