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Shop Permits / APPROVED: Rosewright Books || shop permit.
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 13/11/2018 at 14:21 »
Congratulations! This shop has been approved.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8277.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Rosewright Books || shop permit.
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 13/11/2018 at 14:21 »
Approved!

Rosewright Books has been added to the shops roster and the London marketplace directory.
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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Elias Glass | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 13/11/2018 at 14:15 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8311.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Elias Glass | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 13/11/2018 at 14:15 »
Accepted!
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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Basil Razi
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 13/11/2018 at 14:13 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8310.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Basil Razi
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 13/11/2018 at 14:12 »
Accepted!
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Adults & Children / Re: lydia graham||elsewhere teen
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 12/11/2018 at 11:59 »
Hey, Lydia!

Thanks for making those changes. One small thing: the final paragraph of your RP sample is still in the present tense. Would you be able to edit this into the past tense to fit with the rest of your post?

Once you've made the required change, please repost your entire revised application below, and we'll be more than happy to take another look. Thanks!
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Elsewhere Accepted / Elias Glass | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Elias Glass on 12/11/2018 at 01:54 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Elias Calum Glass

Gender: Male

Age: 8

Bloodline: Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Elias and his sister live with their aunt and uncle, Calum and Lorna Glass (NPCs). Their parents passed away when they were little.

Residence: Aunt & Uncle’s farm and distillery on the Isle of Sky.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place? No.

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: Lia Ayres

Biography:

Elias doesn't really remember his parents. They died when he was very young of dragon pox, leaving him and his sister to live with their aunt and uncle on the Isle of Skye. He's been told stories of his parents his whole life, but never really felt a real connection with them, though he figures that they've affected his whole life. They are his parents, after all, and genetics will out in the end. But he's always felt more connected to his aunt and uncle, and especially to his older sister and the animals that also lived on the farm on the Isle of Skye.

The youngest of two, Elias has always looked up to his big sister. Sure, his aunt and uncle are fantastic and he’s been told time and time again that his parents loved him very much, but Calix is the person he always looks to when he needs anything. He figures that she needs him too, though. Someone has to make sure that she doesn’t do something stupid, and as the less risky, more aware, and more cautious of the siblings, he balances his admiration with being unafraid to step in when things get a little dangerous.

But don’t worry, he’s not going to ruin your fun. In fact, some of his sister’s adventurousness has worn off on him after many years of being dragged along. He’ll just be sure to come prepared with all necessary supplies and a plan of how the adventure will go. Not to mention, lots of snacks.

Life on a farm and distillery has meant that Elias never turns down an opportunity to meet new people and make new friends. He’s always been easy going and eager to befriend anyone he happens across, regardless of age or station. If you’re ever looking for someone to join you for just about anything, Elias is your guy.

But other people aren’t always around and able to hang out, so he’s learned to entertain himself as well. Creatures of any sort always make for good company and seem to respond to him well. He also loves adventure stories, playing the trumpet (the loudest instrument he could find), riding and training horses, or following Quidditch on the wireless.

Just don’t ask him to cook or make potions. You’re liable to have an explosion on your hands. And maybe don’t ask him to go on adventures in the dark. Ever since his parents died, he’s been nervous about not being able to see in front of him. You never knew what was lurking there.

It’s also advisable that you don’t try to get too deep with Elias. A callous individual since his parents’ deaths, he’s always avoided the touchy-feely stuff and never been good at handling emotions of any sort. Thankfully, as a kid, this doesn’t come up too much. When he’s older, there’s a chance of this being more of an issue. He’ll stick to his hedonistic tendencies in the meantime.

Roleplay:

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 trudged 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:

Elias was so. Dang. Bored.

Calix was away at school, his aunt and uncle were busy doing who-knows-what on the farm (it didn’t have to do with his animals, so he didn’t really care), and everyone else he knew was occupied with something or other that either he couldn’t participate in or he just wasn’t interested in. He had some chores on the farm that he could have been doing, but he really just wasn’t in the mood. The animals were taken care of, and that’s all that really mattered.

So he’d wandered away from his family’s land, hoping to find someone who would be willing to play. There weren’t enough kids around the distillery. He needed to talk to his uncle about that. Maybe they could hire some new people who had kids his age for him to play with.

He was in the middle of working out this plan when a voice pulled him from his thoughts. ”You! Do you want to play?”

He looked up surprised at the harshness of the girl’s voice. Did she want to play, or did she want a fight? Elias honestly didn’t care. She didn’t look that far off from his age, and he really wanted someone to play with. He’d fight if he had to.

“Sure!” He said, a grin pulling on his lips. He caught sight of the broom sticking up from the terf near her. “Do you have an extra broom or should I run home - it’s only about ten minutes away - and grab one from there?”

Or did she even want to play on brooms? She currently had one, but that didn’t mean that she necessarily had her heart set on playing a flying game.

“Or what did you have in mind?” He asked, figuring it best to cover all his bases before making the long trip home.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Basil Razi
« Last post by Basil Razi on 12/11/2018 at 00:56 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Basil Razi

Gender: Male

Age: 14

Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Thomas Razi III (NPC) & Vienna Razi (NPC)

Residence:
The ministry tossed him somewhere in the UK

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)? Nope

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Nope

Please list any other characters you already have at the site: Elizabeth Arnett ( The others are just dead accounts ), I also used to play Oliver Razi who is now an NPC mentioned in this app…

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

As he walked down the hallway to his father’s sentencing holding his crying mother’s hand he reflected on all the lessons his father taught him.  The lesson that was in the forefront of his mind was how one always stood by ones family, and there was nothing more important.  It was the lesson his father lived by, and was behind most of the charges levied against him today.

His mother’s dreams to continue the performance traditions of her family were the source of many of the manipulation related crimes against muggles.  It was a non-traditional circus act that spanned both muggle and magical audiences that was falling out of favor for both over the last decades all over Europe.  Apparently most of the muggle donors were donating under false pretenses put in there head due to a well aimed imperius curse.  In his mind it was harmless.  After all the chosen donors were loaded, and it was better than the tactics used for the wizarding donors to get there money.  Many of the wizarding donors had an understanding of what his fathers other’s job was ,and knew donating a few galleons would make him only pretend to pressure them into things they’d cave into anyways for his grandfather. 

His mother’s dreams were balanced as an almost cover for the aspirations of his grandfather Thomas Razi II.  Aspirations which were based on controlling business interests and selling contraband goods that stocked the shelves of Knockturn Alley.  It was amazing how boxes of equipment were perfect for smuggling goods, and the travel covered well for business meetings that one didn’t want to have to look for an alibi for why someone was some place. 

Then the trial begun.  It was a haze of expected charges, and accusations.  A handful of which he knew his father was guilty of as they had been lessons to him.  As it was expected he’d follow in his fathers footsteps in the family business as an enforcer of contracts. He ignored them and just was waiting until the actual sentence was announced.  It wouldn’t be the kiss, his father wasn’t caught for everything after all. 

Then the last charge rung through his ears.  His father was charged with manipulating ministry records altering the blood status of his mothers family from halfblood to pureblood.  He couldn’t contain himself and shouted “That’s a lie! “ Years of being taught about pureblood superiority, and knowing even if his side of the family didn’t have reputation they had that. 

Or more accurately he had that. 

He felt like he was losing everything in that moment as the ministry official grabbed him and pulled him away from his mother to remove him from the room.  Even worse his mother stayed still as if she was petrified by the words of the court. 

Five Days Later

He wasn’t even allowed in the courtroom this time.  Instead he stood outside next to his uncle Oliver who had removed himself from the case due to it involving his brother.  Still his uncle wouldn’t tell him anything, proving yet again he was more loyal to the Ministry than his own family.  Then it was over and people started walking out of the room, and his mother walked out with an Auror on each side of her.

He was confused and all his mother muttered between tears was “ Two years. Promise you’ll write. “  As she was pulled roughly past him.

Turning towards his uncle he could see that Oliver was surprised.  Desperate he asked “ I’ll be staying with you right? “  Seeing his uncle Oliver’s face fall he knew it was just going to get worse.  Oliver said “ Sorry no.  Arrangements have been made for you until Hogwarts starts next year. “

He had nothing.  The circus had dissolved months ago.  His parents were in Azkaban.  He was a halfblood which meant besides Oliver he’d been disowned by his family.  His only slightly passable talent was being a clown, and that was more out of necessity than him having any skill for it.

He turned and angerly punched the wall and let out huff.  Which just resulted in blood running around his aching hand as his uncle pushed him off to another official after casting a quick healing spell that dimmed the pain but did nothing for the bruising.

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:

"You!"

He'd just been walking kicking a stone when he looked up to a little girl trying to talk to him.  Putting his head back down he hoped the little girl would take the hint and leave him alone.

"...Do you want to play?"

Even worse than just leaving him alone she was trying to pull him into something he had no clue how to do.  He wasn’t used to playing.  To be honest he had no idea how one was supposed to play.  His life was about training for the circus in which his mother was constantly trying to find a place for her talentless son.  The closest his mother had found was putting him in a clown costume and making him juggle.  When he wasn't doing that he was helping his father out, which considering his father was in Azkaban the lessons wouldn't be relevant.  Looking at the girl oddly he said “How?”

He needed to adapt to this world where he had no purpose.  There was no lessons from his father on the family business, nor lessons in performance.  There was just time.  Time that seemed almost endless as he waited to be sent to Hogwarts in the fall.

Then he asked “Do you know if it is charmed or mechanically made into a practice broom?  Have you ever seen anyone older make it fly better as that points to mechanical?”  As perhaps they could make the broom work for the girl if it was mechanically altered, since he doubted he’d be much fun to play with.

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Adults & Children / Re: lydia graham||elsewhere teen
« Last post by Lydia Graham on 07/11/2018 at 18:57 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Lydia Wilhelmina Graham

Gender: Female

Age: Fourteen (presumed)

Bloodline:
Unknown

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Eric Graham - Adoptive guardian

Residence:
A small wizarding village in west Scotland, near the sea.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Hogwarts, mostly - possible a constant presence with St.Mungo’s psychological ward, too.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
nop.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Sirius Cíprio

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
AUGUST 8TH, 1945 - WOLFORD, SCOTLAND

A storm was coming, old Eric Graham could tell.

His feet were tired, but firm on the ground. Wolford’s Village was small but old, 15th century if not older. The old cemetery was older yet - the first stones so corroded by time you couldn't read them. It was also hard, and sometimes dangerous, to reach, being so far in the woods. No matter, for he knew these paths like the palm of his own hand.

The first sign were the trails.

The second, the opened gates.

His brows shooted up, nobody else really gave themselves the trouble to come here.

He remembers the howls he hears in the night, tucked in his home.

He remembers how often strange things have been reported in these woods.

Wand in hand, he decides proceed with caution. Just a little stunt, he tells himself, so while he pays his respects the beast may go away unharmed.

What he finds instead, at the feet of his wife and son’s grave, is a child.


MAY 20TH, 1947 - ST. MUNGO’S, LONDON

Junior Healer Winnie gives up with a huff, cradling her hand to her chest. She was never that good with children anyway.

Healer Anne gives her a pat on the back “Leave her be, she will get out of there when she's ready.”

“What is wrong with her?” her murmur has an indignant tone to it - hardly the sort of thing one should use when talking about the patients of  the psychological ward, but, good Merlin, to bitten as if by a dog---

The older woman just shakes her head “Poor thing was found in the middle of nowhere some time ago, has been like that since then.” she motions with her chin to the small figure hiding under the table.

“She stayin’ here full-time?”

Healer Anne makes a noise that is like a bottle of self-righteous indignation being open, the certain prelude to hour-long complaints “Well, she clearly should, for intensive treatment, but ---”

By Morgause, why she always had to ask.


JULY 05TH, 1952 - WOLFORD, SCOTLAND

Despite the heat of summer, Lydia is shivering like a leaf. There's iced tea in the table in front her and Eric is never too far - tired, yes, but not complaining. Always too kind to complain.

Every night, Lydia Graham leaves her house.

She is never waken during this escapades.

For all that matters, she's no werewolf - it might be easier if she were.

But by every morning, there will be tea, treats, and a hot bath.

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:
 The sun made her warm, and warmth made her lazy like her bones were made of goo. She wondered if worms and other invertebrate felt like that, too, just all the times - but then, cats seemed to do, so perhaps they were a better comparison. Though who knows, with cats.

 A broom zipped by up in the sky above where she was lying.

 Hogsmeade was --- well, kinda crappish, if you honestly asked her. Too little and alike back home to be anything new, too loud and nosey to be likeable. Eric would always shake his head and give her the disappointed eyes while preaching (sic) ‘how different environments were necessary for a good development’ when she said so, though, so Lydia mostly kept her trap shut.

 In past summers, he would also try to nudge her around other kids her age. After her little episode, they settled on a mutual agreement.

 From afar, however, watching human interaction wasn't that hard - even a bit of fun, on a very detached away. Like laughing in front of the TV or from something you heard on the radio. Just --- nice. No flight or fight or fidgeting or not knowing what she's supposed to be saying.

Two more brooms followed along.

"John, I said wait up!"

Talking about cats, older felines usually engage the younger ones on play-like activities, fighting mostly, even pretending to be actually hurt by the smaller ones - to boost their confidence.

On her personal observations, humans do not show the same trait.

”You!”

Her first action was, tiringly always, to clamp up, fists and muscles and teeth clenching at any cause of outer distraction - that could come in the form of an actual apocalypse, or just a slight raised, harsher voice a few meters away from here she was.

It takes a few seconds to let it go. It always do.

“What d’ya want?!” her own tone is a bit vicious, like she's being cornered instead of just talked to. It's also completely stupid because the girl has already said what she want - and she shouldn't be so worked up over one brat in the middle of nowhere, what the actual hell-- “I-- No.” comes out meekly.

Now that's a new level of lame.
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