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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Eunice Victoria Lamont - Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Sylvia Renn on 18/05/2019 at 18:17 »
Accepted!
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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Casey Jones Wilde -Elsewhere Adult-
« Last post by Sylvia Renn on 17/05/2019 at 23:20 »
This app has been accepted!
http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8634.0

Note: We have both Salem and Ilvernmorny here, so you're welcome to choose whichever one you'd rather he attended!
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Casey Jones Wilde -Elsewhere Adult-
« Last post by Sylvia Renn on 17/05/2019 at 23:19 »
Accepted!

Note: We have both Salem and Ilvernmorny here, so you're welcome to choose whichever one you'd rather he attended!
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Elsewhere Child: Ruth Beatrice Williams
« Last post by Sylvia Renn on 17/05/2019 at 23:03 »
Accepted!
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Character Classifieds / Darcy and co. adoptables!
« Last post by Clara Darcy on 17/05/2019 at 21:23 »
Hi! here is a padlet of the Darcy family, and here is a layed out version so you can see who's related to who. Basically if you're looking for a new character to play.. come at me! Just send Clara Darcy a PM stating who you'd want to adopt, though bear in mind it is a first come first serve kind of thing so I'm super sorry if you can't get the character you want but yeah. If you already have a pureblooded family that you'd be interested in having connected to the Darcy clan, again hmu! I'm down, always am, always will be <3

About the Darcys

Pureblooded and proud, the Darcys are an old family, able to trace their ancestors all the way back to the 16th century. They've had a firm foot in the door of the ministry for as long as people can remember, which many of them being blessed with particularly charming or persuasive natures, or at the very least the confidence needed to lead.

Money is not an issue for them, not one bit, and is frequently used in less than savoury ways to get what they want. In fact, although nothing has ever been proven- the Darcys are too careful for that, there is many a rumour of blackmail, backstabbing and even murder. These may seem bizarre when you meet the Darcys face to face, the older generation at the very least are very capable of putting up a charming and welcoming façade (to those they deem worthy).

It is common knowledge that the Darcys are tradionalist in their views, with backward ideas like that muggleborns are akin to dirt common amongst their ranks, and their views on women are no different. Expected to bear children, look pretty and support their husbands no matter what, they are generally married off from eighteen to twenty four depending on whether the right opportunity arises. Generally, the men of the family are given a choice when they marry and are allowed to marry who they wish, but having children is a must and a boy is encouraged (as if they have any control over that). Women are sold off, stuck in marriages they didn't choose simply to further the Darcy clan's connections. They don't get a choice.

Disownment is not often done, it being seen as a stain on the family's more or less pristine reputation (though some would say it has been tainted with tales of cruelty and prejudice- all of which are true). But there are a few things that can guarantee disownment, ranging from marrying a muggleborn (absolutely not), to running away, to getting pregnant before marriage, to being sorted a gryffindor.

Darcys and those closely related to them are recognisable by blonde locks.

Freids
The family that Cordelia Darcy married into, the Freids are similarly pureblooded, though they are less elitist than the Darcys, as can be seen from their children.
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Elsewhere Accepted / Elsewhere Child: Robbie Foxglove
« Last post by Robbie Foxglove on 17/05/2019 at 19:42 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Robbie Foxglove

Gender: Male

Age: Nine

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Orson and Cara Foxglove (parents, both deceased), Willow Foxglove (sister and former guardian – not in play).

Residence:
Hogsmeade Children’s Home

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
The children’s home and the daycare centre

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:
Shirley Webb

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Rowan Bartholomew Foxglove was born to Orson and his second wife, Cara, on an unusually clear night in November. Though the boy arrived an entire week early the birth was a calm affair, with several Manx locals joining in the celebrations as Orson welcomed his eldest son into the world. When morning broke Cara drifted into a peaceful sleep as Orson’s eldest daughter kept an eye on the new arrival.

By the time he was a toddler Rowan Bartholomew had made way for Robbie, courtesy of his older sister Willow. Once she started calling him the shortened version, the rest of the family simply followed suit. In those early days she doted on the little boy, allowing him to be her constant companion. Though she had been an only child for so long, she didn’t seem to mind sharing the limelight with her dark-eyed brother. Despite having different mothers they were so alike, making it very easy for her to let Robbie into her heart.

It was two years before Cara fell pregnant again. Alder was also born in the spacious country house, though Orson insisted on accompanying both mother and child to Onchen for observation shortly after. The birth had left Cara dangerously anaemic, a condition that finally claimed her life just over a year later as she gave birth to Holly, the final member of the Foxglove family.

Though Orson was suddenly alone in taking care of four children, he remained strong. For years after, he was both father and mother to the brood. He earned enough to keep the roof over their heads and left the day-to-day chores to the housekeeper. By this time Willow had completed her NEWTs and though she passed comfortably, she chose to return to the Isle of Man rather than continue with her studies in London. Robbie grew into a fun-loving boy that never tired of the enchantments the island held. Though he remained very close with Willow, he also became fiercely protective of his younger siblings. He always tried to be a source of laughter rather than worry and for some time, the close-knit family managed to keep the tears at bay.

It was only when Orson perished in a felling accident that Robbie’s laughter dried up. Suddenly the four children were not only alone, but also in real danger of being split up. For three months, Willow managed to hold things together, acting as legal guardian with the help of an SRC care worker. In the end the burdens of adulthood became too heavy for her young shoulders. When Holly fell ill, the three younger children were relocated to the Children’s Home in Hogsmeade. Willow found a job in London, once again with the aid of the SRC and managed to secure a small apartment in Hogsmeade where she could stay during visits.

Though it was a big adjustment, Robbie settled as happily as he possibly could. With both Alder and Holly within shouting distance and a visit from Willow due any day now, he knew life could be a lot worse.

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:

Visiting the Park was always a treat, especially when it was dry out. Robbie knew very well to savour these lazy days in the sun as best he could, because it was bound to rain sooner or later. Today, he was content with lying on his back, just watching the clouds pass high above him. Usually he’d hate doing something so boring, but every now and then a broomstick zipped overhead, which was a novelty. Even when he still lived at home, he rarely saw one of those. Willow liked books a lot more than toys and his father had always been too busy to just fly about. He was much more likely to see a fishing boat than to see a anything of interest in the skies. Even the small broomstick at the back held his interest… especially because it flew so close to ground. From here, he could actually see the elegant twigs that formed the tail of the broom.

It was only as the girl that had been flying about on it spoke to him that he tore his gaze from the toy and got to his feet.

"You!"

She was speaking to him now and Robbie didn’t like it one bit. The face she made was enough to make him want to forget about the broomsticks and run all the way back to his room. He knew that face. Holly made that face whenever she was about to burst into tears.

Robbie hated that face.

He was about to turn around and act on his first instinct when the girl spoke again.

"...Do you want to play?"

“Play?” he asked, swinging back in her direction, despite somehow knowing that all of this might still end in tears. “Do you have toys?”

Hopefully she didn’t just want him to chase her all over. In that case he might as well play with Alder. Just by looking at her, he guessed his brother could run a lot faster than this girl.

Also, Alder never made the face.

OTHER
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Elsewhere Accepted / Lydia Persephone Darcy || Elsewhere adult
« Last post by Lydia Darcy on 17/05/2019 at 18:18 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Lydia Persephone Darcy
Gender: female
Age: 22
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Hogwarts(ravenclaw) until the end of fifth year in which she was pulled out to be homeschooled.

Residence:
London ; Thornhill Estate

Occupation:
none

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?
nope

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: 9
  • Divination: 5
  • Transfiguration: 11
  • Summoning: 7
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Nah

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Clara Darcy(Lydia's cousin)

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Everyone knows that the Darcys are somewhat backwards in their views on, well anything. They're old money, old blood, the sort of family you can trace back for centuries. Within the Darcy family, women are seen as little more than bearers of children, pretty faces and someone to keep the staff in order. Lydia was taught that from a young age, her parents made it clear that her older brother Alistair Darcy was their favourite, seeing Lydia as little more than a political pawn to unite two pureblooded families together one day.

To a little girl, that's not easy. But Lydia didn't know this wasn't how children were supposed to be raised and so for the first eleven years of her life she remained oblivious to the faults of her parents. She was a good little girl, even if she was never quite enough, and she tried her best to do what her parents wanted. She learnt the piano(something she actually was very talented at), she did her embroidery and she spent hours on end perfecting her posture, her manners, all the things that her parents valued in a woman.

Then came Hogwarts and to Lydia it was as if she had stepped into heaven. Suddenly it was okay if she wasn't the perfect lady, suddenly people actually wanted her to learn, to compete. Lydia came out of the shell she'd practically been born in and by the end of the first year she was a boisterous and fun loving girl with a mischievous streak a mile wide. Of course every summer she'd retreat back into her shell though.

Over the years, Lydia made many a friend. She'd grown up with blood purist views and so at first she'd stayed away from the muggleborns, but Lydia was a naïve young girl easily swayed by other's opinions and soon she had warmed up to them. She joined the ravenclaw quidditch team and while she wasn't much good, she made up for it in enthusiasm and creative tactics. She realised that she was actually quite smart and actually really good with spells. Things were looking up for her.

But as the summers went on, it became harder and harder for Lydia to retreat back into her shell of a perfect lady and in the summer of her fifth year, it became too much for her parents. Lydia was no longer the perfect lady they had raised, she was scrappy, she talked back, was always thirsting to learn more and stood up for what she believed in. That summer they pulled Lydia out of Hogwarts and for her final two years, she was home schooled. She never got to say goodbye to her friends, never got to even tell them she wasn't coming back.

In those two years, Lydia's parents did their very best to stamp out this new Lydia, with tactics ranging from no food to screaming at her to even the occasional lash out with their wands. By the time Lyds was 18, she was barely Lydia. Her spunk, her heart, her fire, her plans on becoming an auror- all but gone.

Now, Lydia is well and truly back in her shell, quiet and demure. But deep within she's still Lydia, still the girl who could talk your ear off about space, or transfiguration, or different musicians(Liszt can burn in hell). Very very deep down. She's just scared, she just believes that her temporary taste of what it was really like to live was all fake, that all she is a bearer of children, a pretty face.


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:
Lydia felt trapped. Surrounded on all sides by people, so many people, she wanted to reach into her coat pocket and wrap her fingers around her wand, to protect herself. It was too much. She glanced to the man walking beside her, tall and forboding, but good and strong and unwavering. Father. He would protect her, he would stop the onslaught of people.

He was talking of the son of a man he worked with, who he'd set up a meeting with for Lydia. That was good, mother and father were always talking of how Lydia still remained without a fiance or a husband. She was twenty two, they said, they needed her to get a husband and further the Darcy's scope of influence. It was her duty.

And so Lydia nodded, and Lydia smiled. A good daughter she was, even if she'd had a bit of a lapse back when she'd started Hogwarts. That had been a mistake though, simply her being ungrateful of the care and affection she received from her parents. It wouldn't happen again, even if deep down Lydia missed the freedom that she'd had back at the school.

A shout of 'Coming through!' came from behind and Lydia glanced over her shoulder to find the source. But before she could do as the man had asked, he'd slipped on the icy pavement, bowling straight into Lydia and sending her flying to land on the floor with a thump, a little yelp torn from her lips.

Lydia winced, the jolt that shuddered through her body upon contact with the ground making her ache. That would leave a bruise. She barely noticed as the man who'd crashed into her jumped up, apologising earnestly. Lydia barely noticed anything, she was in a bit of a daze.

But what Lydia did notice was the iron grip on her bicep that wrenched her back onto her feet, the hiss of annoyance Lydia's father uttered.

"Come on," he gritted out, shooting a deadly glare towards the other man. And so Lydia was ushered away, cheeks pinking. Now she'd gone and made father mad.


OTHER
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Elsewhere Accepted / Eunice Victoria Lamont - Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Envy Lamont on 16/05/2019 at 03:08 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T


CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Eunice Victoria Lamont

Gender: Female.

Age: 18.

Blood Status: Pure.

Education: Beauxbatons.

Residence: Originally from Dunoon, Scotland. Currently living in London, England.

Occupation: TBD Ministry Position In-Training

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? Ministry of Magic: Department of International Magical Cooperation

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 7
  • Divination: 7
  • Transfiguration: 9
  • Summoning: 9
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? N/A

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Adrian Alric, Orion Alricsson, Andromeda Wagner, Lupin Sol, Sydney Lamont

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

France was Eden.

It was everything a place like Dunoon-- whose green, rolling hills and expansive skies were better suited to someone like her brother who was so empty-headed and unruly it was a miracle he could form a respectable thought without barking it out like hound-- was not. It was the very reason Eunice Victoria Lamont had refused to go to a magical school with her insufferable twin after having to spend eleven years of her life sharing a corridor with him.

A womb had been enough to last a lifetime.

Envy would jest that Eoin was truly the one preordained to come out first. Her birthday should have been the same as his, the 22nd of November, and they should have let their mother suffer a more laborious time giving birth so that she'd never want to go through the experience again. Yet, Envy had rushed out before the 21st had ended. The almost-thankful expression she arrived in then interrupted by the howling cries of baby Eoin minutes later. At that, both infants cried until exhaustion finally took hold close to sunrise.

Truly, that was the most accurate way to sum up their relationship.

In France, she was able to find her identity. She was not Eunice, the annoyed and generally quiet sister of the brash and wild Eoin. The girl who was dotted on by her father in a way that irked both of her siblings (before the third one decided to show up) and her mother in its lavishness. The one who acted like the prototypical pureblood princess during dinner parties, playing the role of host better than anyone else in their household during which the eldest half-brother fumbled through words when speaking while her twin would wrestle the other boys in repellent muggle fashion.

It was where she became Envy, the person she had always truly been, wished to be, and couldn't stop being if she tried.

Envy was not one to let the world come to her or let the reputation of her family and the many gifts she received as her father's favorite remain her identity. There was no room for accepting the path that every other girl of her station seemed to settle for; the small number of momentous occasions that always revolved around another person instead of solely on her. By the time she had reached Beauxbatons, after a childhood spent stomaching the talk of her wedding and who'd she be marrying as if that was all that mattered, Envy had already decided what she wanted and what she wanted was more.

While not the most gifted witch (her skills at magic were generally average, a fact that the more-talented Eoin would remind her of during holiday), she was far better at finding the necessary social circles to reside in. She could identify who was the right kind of popular, the genuine sort of arrogant, the correct amount of manipulative while finding the true gems to polish among the common pebbles. Even if they seemed dirtier and darker to ordinary eyes, not everything was as it appeared. She had learned that early on in life, understanding that she was definitely not the person her father thought she was despite acting as such in his presence.

It was why she already had the right connections to leads for Ministry positions upon completing school while her brother was most likely to return home and get into all sorts of mischief with their pipsqueak of a sister. No, she needed to be far removed from the lack of spotlight that was Scotland. If she was going to have to make the most of being back in the dreary isle of Britain then it would have to be where she could rise and make a name for herself. A place and position she could truly make her father proud of, where she could carry the line of Lamont into even higher promise, and where she could hopefully find someone worth her time if marriage was truly unavoidable.


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:

This bloody island needed to warm the 'ell up.

Envy's sigh was soft. It rose from her lungs and left her lips in a translucent, white cloud that scattered into the back of the man walking in front of her's cheap, navy suit jacket. She watched it disappear as quickly as it had come, only to be replaced by another before she tightened her scarf around her throat and cheeks. For a reason she hadn't sorted out just yet, the sight of it bothered her enough to will her eyes into slits as her lips pursed with the intensity of boiling water rumbling beneath a pot lid.

It was too bloody cold. She continued to complain through her first winter back. Sure, the rest of the world took in winter but this felt rather unique. The weather remained bleak but not insufferable enough to understand how you should correctly layer. There wasn't as much snow as slush. The sky was empty sunshine that could warm your cheeks even in the dreariest of days for weeks at a time. It was no wonder that pubs lined streets like pigeon feed while the more debonair boutiques she had gotten used to losing afternoons at a time in were ghosts of her memories and imagination.

Such was the price of getting what she wanted.

The sidewalk was far more crowded than she could have believed before leaving her flat considering the irritable weather. Envy pulled the collar of her brown fur coat shut. Her white gloved hand held it closed tightly across her chest as heeled, caramel-colored boots clacked through the layer of slushy white to hit cobblestone.

Despite being absent her preferred shopping spots, there were a number of magical items she had to procure to make life at home easier. There was only so much she'd leave lowly house elves responsible for. The next item on her shopping list was a charmed faucet that would have her bath run the exact temperature she wanted.

(You might imagine a witch would simply make such a thing possible through use of her wand. You'd imagine wrong when it came to Eunice Victoria Lamont. First, getting the exact temperature right wasn't as simple as it seemed and she wasn't about to dip her toes through a bath's surface to figure out if she had succeeded. Secondly, she was not the sort to waste her innate magical ability on such a plebeian activity.)

She'd almost been too late to notice it. The levitated box hung over their heads but, with the crowd and the weather, it was a easy to not see it before it was too late. Flung by the falling wizard, it came bare inches from striking her face as it rained down tinsel all over her. Most of it scattered on the ground around her while a quartet of strands of green, pink, purple, and blue fell over her like snakes plummeting from trees.

"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"


Her frigid eyes landed on this unfortunate soul without a speck of compassion. Her lips pursed, cheek bones rising as she lowered her scarf to properly express how little she cared for his excuses. Then, when her gaze held him long enough without saying anything in return, she smiled and laughed.

In her mind, he was roasting over an open fire with an apple wedged in his mouth but a laugh and smile would do.

"Clumsy," she sang the word softly before flashing a disturbing smirk that undid any feigned frailty. The next words felt more natural. "Aren't you?" The cracked like whipped lightning. She then took the tinsel hanging over her with two hands and ripped them apart. Without saying anything else, she shrugged her shoulders and let it fall out of her upraised hands before stomping on them on her way out.

OTHER

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SHOPKEEPER PERMIT
You must have applied as an Elsewhere character before completing this permit.

Shop name: Smuggler's Cove Antiquities
Shop Type: Antique Shop
Location: Diagon Alley
Subforum? Yes!

Short Description (50 words max): A simple antiquities shop up front, with a password you'll find a fencing operation for smuggled/stolen goods.
Long Description (200 words min): Smuggler's Cove is set at the end of Diagon Alley, almost teetering on the boarder of there and Knockturn Alley. Instead of traditional red brick the builder had opted for imported caliza capri limestone facade from Spain. Soft purple wisteria climbs the buildings front, wrapping around the windows and doors until the vine slowly tapers off once it nears the roof or another shop. A wrought iron and black marble sign hangs above the door with the words Smuggler's Cove. Gold paint makes the letters pop against it's background. And the black of the marble matches the black of the window panes and door.

A sprawling stair case leads you to the black double doors that are accompanied by two big windows on either side. During the day one can see through the windows and into the shop. Once you enter the shop light touches every single corner of the place. Glass cases outline the room and house the most expensive things in the shop. Tables of stuff crowd the open area of the shop. Tables full of things from all over the world, collected by Poseidon himself. A huge chandelier hangs in the center of the high vaulted ceiling.

In the back behind closed doors one would find stairs leading to the top two floors one being Poseidon's office and then above that his flat that remains mostly empty and through another door you would find stairs leading down to the storage room, however the door won't appear for you unless you know a secret phrase.

Poseidon's office is grand and takes up the entire second floor of the building. Cherry wood interior and grand furniture call this place home. There's even a fire place in the center of the floor. It's only lit in the winter time, but it keeps things nice and toasty up there.

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? This would be a fun spot to RP because there's no telling what one might find there. Poseidon has a knack for flair and loves just about everyone and has everything from ancient children's toys to victorian dresses, but there's also the fact that the business is actually a fencing operation so there's also capabilities for Auror's and such to thread here.
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