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Student Applications / ACCEPTED: Aiden Duncan Re-Application
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 21/04/2017 at 12:19 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted. Term begins 01 May.
Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Aiden Duncan Re-Application
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 21/04/2017 at 12:18 »

Mr Duncan,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins 01 May 2017. 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 Castle.


Student Applications / ACCEPTED: Julia Cole
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 21/04/2017 at 02:22 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted. Term begins 01 May.
Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Julia Cole
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 21/04/2017 at 02:21 »

Miss Cole,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins 01 May 2017. 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 Castle.


Shop Permits / Muse (Permit Application)
« Last post by Viktoria Borovsky on 20/04/2017 at 18:01 »

Shop name: Muse
Shop Type: Hotel/Underground Burlesque Night Club
Location: Knockturn Alley
Subforum? Using Gringott's Points; Ticket Submitted

Short Description (50 words max): A opulent underground burlesque night club operating under the premise of a simple hotel.
Long Description (200 words min): There is nothing special about the outside of Muse, aside from the flashy sign that decorates the small space above a black wooden door. To the common rambler, Muse is just another place for the weary to rest their heads. A blip on the map of Knockturn Alley. Like most things, however, Muse is more than meets the eye.

Upon entering the establishment, patrons will be greeted by the front desk clerk. The small foyer consists of two emerald velvet armchairs and a black wooden desk; behind the desk a large board with various keys, notes, and slots for guests' mail. On the immediate left is a small kitchenette that offers pastries and beverages for guests between seven and nine in the morning. To the right, steep wooden stairs that curl up into the second floor and play host to six rooms, another set of stairs on the second floor leads up the the third floor where the owner resides.

Each room in Muse is decorated to reflect the personal style of its owner, Viktoria Borovsky. Large black four-poster beds dressed with crisp white linens and luxurious emerald green accents are found in each room; windows are treated with flowing satin curtains reminiscent of her Slytherin days and a large chandelier illuminates the space. Each room has its own private bathroom and a private entrance into the heart of Muse, where the real fun is.

When guests are ready to indulge themselves in all Muse has to offer, they simply flourish their wand and utter the words 'primum non nocere' and a door, leading to a spiral staircase, will emerge and the festivities truly begin.

The heart of Muse is actually located beneath the foyer of the first floor; the walls have been painted black so that the acts appear to pop off the stage (some of them actually do!). In the middle of the large room, a round stage that allows viewing from a full 360-degree angle; the stage itself plays host to a variety of props and scenes. Around the stage, strategically placed tables that hold anywhere from 2-6 patrons.

Each table is lined with deep emerald linens and illuminated by clusters of candles that remain suspended in the air. In the back of the room, a full-service bar. Muse is Knockturn's best kept secret and most exclusive club; shows occur nightly and they are always looking for more talent.

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?
Burlesque is a way of life. :D

Seriously though, a different venue that I have great plans for down the line.
Adults & Children / Rosemary Carter | Homeless Urchin
« Last post by Rosemary Carter on 20/04/2017 at 01:37 »

E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D


Character Name: Rosemary Carter




Face Claim: Lena Ivaschenko

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 

A less-dirty-than-others corner at Knockturn Alley's main street

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Knockturn Alley in general

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No, i don't wish to be approved as a group.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
  • Guillaume Cossé-Brissac
  • Bentinho Marques

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

The streets had been Rose's home ever since she could remember. There had been times, of course, where they had tried to imprison the ginger girl at one of those places for kids like her. Orphanages. As well those people who thought they could keep her inside their houses, order her around and this kind of thing.  However, Rose never stayed for too long with any of them. Sometimes she runned off, sometimes they chased her out - in the end, she would always be back at the streets.

And she prefers like that, anyway. Rose wasn't like one of those fancy kids, who couldn't do nothing by themselves, always crying for their mamas. The eight years old girl was much like a stray cat, knowing her way around suspicious alleys and shady shops. She knew where to beg for some knuts and where to find shelter for the harder nights, how to pickpocket some purses and how to fight the brats who were older than her. She could take care of herself.

She doesn't know anything about where she came from - because everybody came from somewhere, right? - and the only clue she has about it is a older silver medallion that is with her since...Well, ever. Rose has to hide it or someone would surely rob her from it, but at night - when she's all alone in her corner - she can hold it tight between her hands.

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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:

Rose was visiting Godric's Park - no, Hogsmeade - for the first time. Some of those homes for children like her had put the red haired girl in their custody again, and she was feeling too lazy to run away (- for now). She couldn't regret staying longer than she usually would if that is the kind of thing that happens. They had bathed ( - what hadn't been much fun, really) and dressed her in new second-hand clothes ( - much better than her older ones), then she and the other kids were bring here and it was, it was...

It was beautiful.

Rose was lost as a baby cat, looking at her surroundings like she had never seen something like it - because she hasn't. She was used to the gloomy, grimy corner of Knockturn, or the ever crowded streets of Diagon Alley and even to the old abandoned factories at London. But this was something different.


The ginger head raised her defenses quickly. Rose may not know the place, but she would not accept to take a beaten. "What?!" She barked at the other girl.

"...Do you want to play?"

Her eyes got almost bigger plates, surprise wrtitten all over her freckled face. "Wait. Me?" Rose asked, pointing her thumb to her own chest.
Hogwarts School Accepted / Lita Chevalier, A Student
« Last post by Lita Chevalier on 19/04/2017 at 13:38 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Lita Renea Chevalier

Birthday: 5 July 1937 | Fourteen

Hometown: Barcelona, Spain

Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

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

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

Year (pick two): Fourth, Fifth

An only child born to Pierre and Selena, the young girl had always gotten the best of everything.  The halfblood status didn’t mean much to her as child, growing up. It simply made her engage with her surroundings more than a purist would have. Perhaps with her blood status, her life was more relaxed than other children’s. This way, she could do as she pleased without too much reprimand from her parents. For example,  she enjoyed going to the parks and playing with the muggle children, knowing full and well to keep her magical abilities hidden from the world around her.

Her mother was well-known author in the wizarding community, having been a herbologist gone romance novel writer. Though she had few books published about the earlier, the latter was where she found her calling. She wrote for both communities, muggle and magic alike, finding success in both. Of course, there were some in the magical society that called her a traitor, but those were few and far between. It was easily forgotten once their noses were stuck in one of her books. She was rarely home, never giving her daughter the attention she craved.

Her father on the other hand was kind and gentle man towards her, never too harsh on his princess.  He, much like his wife, dabbled in both communities, despite his muggle blood. He was a well-known lawyer, mostly specializing in family affairs. But here and there, he meddled in those far darker, though his daughter wasn’t especially sure as to what they were. But she desperately wanted to find out.

Because she was born in France, naturally, Pierre wanted her to attend Beauxbatons for her educational career. And she did, for her first year. Wide eyed doe, she was, as she made friends during her first year. The school was beautiful, much different than she had envisioned for herself, but it made due to get through learning.

But then mum fell ill, and her family was moved to London, where she began her second year at Hogwarts, sorted into Ravenclaw respectively, priding both of her parents of her intellectual levels. She fell into line instantly, loving every part of the school. It felt more like home than her previous school, and she felt happy at last.
During winter break, her mum was feeling much better, and so the family moved to Spain, buying a new house to appease her mother, but Lita’s father kept their home in France, and her in Hogwarts.

Currently, Lita is falling in love with her life back at Hogwarts. Her current best friends are Reggie Graham and Chloe Rose, dragging her to adventures she would have never tried on her own.

Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Ravenclaw

Personality: Though Lita is shy and not quite confident in herself quite yet, the girl shows an entirely different side of herself when it comes to magic, where her confidence will make an appearance but leave just as fast as it came. The teenager is loyal and smart and protective. She is always there when a friend is in need, when someone wants to talk. Always in a positive light, she tries to find the good in everyone, the brighter side of any situation.

Appearance: Standing at 5'1, she's on the shorter side. Shoulder length deep chestnut hair, almost black as night, but not quite. Bright green eyes, turning hazel during the winter months, depending mostly on the weather, but surprisingly more on her mood. Typically as she spoke, a blush could be found rising on her cheeks, a soft smile never leaving.

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The night was growing cold, bringing promises of snow or storms, quite possibly both. The cold found a way into the darkness of her dorm, waking her from a heavy sleep. As she rubbed her eyes, the girl found herself wide awake, having fell asleep still in uniform, atop of her schoolbooks and parchment and quills, bringing a small chuckle to break the silence of the empty dorm.

What time was it?

There wasn't a clock on sight, but she decided to get up and stretch her legs a bit. The stiffness was hard to shake, pressing her full weight onto the right one, the familiar pain of pins and needles finding its way to a soft gasp from the girl.

Once out of the tower, it didn't take long for the feeling to dissipate, and she quickly found her way down towards the dungeons. Wrapping her arms tighter around her body, the cold was more prominent. It was eerily creepy, not something she had noticed before. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, bringing a chill to her spine.


A young voice rippled through the silence, bringing Lita to look behind her, only to find a shorter blonde student.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

"I doubt that, but who knows," she replied to the girl's vast question.


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Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Jaxton Wu
« Last post by Jaxton Wu on 19/04/2017 at 08:31 »

All the changes are in italics! <3 Thank you for the history check, in that case it works great for his character :)

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Jaxton Wu

Birthday: December 13, 1934

Hometown: Somewhere in Germany

Bloodline: Pureblood, but in reality he is halfblood (he just doesn’t know it)

Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):

Year (pick two): Fifth or Sixth

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

Jax is like the tip of the iceberg, and his history is the rest of the iceberg. He is Asian-European, of Chinese and German descent. He grew up somewhere in Germany with his father, Ansel Wolfe. Since he was 5, he has been living with a single parent in a huge mansion. It was unnecessary, really. They had 5 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms, a swimming pool, a rooftop area, and a magic practice room. Who occupied the other rooms? No one really. They were disconnected from their relatives and had no one but each other. Well, of course, aside from the occasional escort for his father, the house elves, and the talking paintings.

Mr. Wolfe is part of an elitist pureblood group with very narrow minds and shallow thinking, much to his dismay. The membership has just been passed down from generation to generation, and he actually broke it by having a child with a muggle. Their relationship was very secretive as to not suffer the judgement of the other purebloods, but one way or another, the woman got pregnant with his child.

They were able to keep it a secret for 5 years, until during a conference in his mansion, little Jax disobeyed his father and snuck out the window to intrude on their meeting. “You can’t keep me inside Papa!”, was the line that ruined everything. “Papa?”, the others asked. “I didn’t know you had a son.”, the leader of the group suspiciously questioned. Ansel could remember the day so vividly. He faked an explanation saying that he got one of his escorts pregnant. The group demanded to see the woman and find out whether she was a wizard or not. Alas, when she was instructed to perform magic, she couldn’t. So she was executed by Ansel himself. To this day he hides the fact that he truly loved her. They all agreed to cover up the event as suicide and obliviated Jaxton's memories of her.

Brokenhearted and depressed, he completely changed his attitude towards his son. He raised Jax harshly and instilled into him hatred of muggles. Ansel didn’t know what he was doing. He was confused and hated everything, his wife (well would've been wife if there was no issue about her blood), his son, his group- everything. Love can make someone do very dark things, and they don’t make sense sometimes. He blamed his wife’s death on Jax, and because he loved her, he treated Jax coldly with a deep grudge. Conflicting, and wrong, but who would think right if put in such a situation? This was a huge influence to Jax’s personality. He was led to believe that he was born a pureblood, and taught to think highly of himself. This caused Jax to be quite a bit of a bully to others, ignorant to the fact that his mom was a muggle. He has always assumed that his mother was a pureblood (his father was part of an elitist pureblood group so why in the world would his father want to be with someone who has tainted blood?). Whenever he'd ask his father questions about his mother, Jax would get punished and unspeakable things would happen to him. Overtime, he learned to not ask any more questions. All the questions were just bottled up inside his mind eating at him. Why did she kill herself?
 Why couldn't he remember her? It was driving him mad and he was mad. Mad at himself for not knowing, mad at his father for not telling. It was just a series of absent answers to his questions that he had to live with. Maybe one day, he'd seek the answers out for himself. And when he does, all we can do is wonder how he is going to react once he finds out the real story.

Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Slytherin or Gryffindor

Personality: Jax is like your typical bad boy, nonchalant, and almost boring and cliche, really. The bad boy with the dark past. But only to specific types of people, for example, muggles. He’s a buddy-buddy guy who loves to make friends and to party. To girls, he can be a real sweetheart. He does have certain annoying habits like constantly brushing his hair up and exaggerated hand gestures.

He has a very conflicting personality and can turn from a happy-go-lucky guy to someone cold and menacing in a snap. Even he himself doesn’t understand his personality. He obviously has much to learn and needs more time to mature.

Appearance: He has thick bushy brows and protruding ears that have caused quite some teasing, dubbed as “the Monkey”. His lips are plump and tinged pink, with his hair always in his signature undercut. Oh and did I mention, he wears make up? Normal make up is usually lip tint and neutral eyeshadow which according to him, “enhances the appearance of his monolid”. He is usually seen wearing revealing clothing like a loose wife beater (thus causing quite the reaction from his peers, however, he did not pay them any mind), paired with ripped jeans and a dark colored jacket.

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Flowers. Jax just didn't get the point of them. They were pretty sure, but they were temporary. Eventually they would wrinkle up and brown. His idea of beauty was something eternal, something that would last forever. These were the thoughts that ran through his head as he picked a petal off a scarlet red flower, before whimsically twirling it around his soft fingers that never once did a chore. Whenever he'd buy flowers he'd buy a bouquet (of course, for a girl of interest, not himself), never a pot. Could he ever learn how to nurture a growing, living thing?

His eyebrows scrunched up, almost comically. There was a time when he believed that plants (aside from magical ones) did not have feelings, therefore, they were not living things.

He bit his chapped lips, licking at the dry skin. Must've been the new lip product he was using, it was horrible. He kept in mind to send a letter about it tomorrow. Absently, he walked around with his hands running through the flora.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

An eyebrow was raised at this. Jax folded his arms and watched the scene from afar. The guy was frantically running around searching for some pest. Why would anyone want a rat? To make things even better, the guy's nose was running too! Jax choked on a laugh and facepalmed at his lame joke.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Jax gave him an amused grin, thinking maybe they could get along, despite his unkindly reaction to the boy's embarrassment.

"Well, well... Aren't you quite the charmer? With your runny nose and your penchant for rodents?", he snickered.


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Hogwarts School Accepted / Aiden Duncan Re-Application
« Last post by Aiden Duncan on 18/04/2017 at 23:20 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Aiden Finnen Duncan

Birthday:February 15th, 1938

Hometown: Inverness countryside, Scotland


Magical Strength (pick one):

Magical Weakness (pick one):

Year (pick two): Second, First (preferably Second)


Aiden was born to William and Caedigh Duncan somewhere in the Inverness countryside. His mother left when he was very young, leaving him with a busy, overworked father who had a business and five other children to take care of as well. Because of this, for the most part, Aiden had taken to spending his days outside, running around and causing mischief since he could walk. As long as he was home before dark, his father didn’t really worry as he had one less thing to worry about.

He spent most of his life around Muggles and the Muggle world as his mother had really been the family’s only contact with the Wizarding world. However, Aiden still loved magic and was always eager watching his older siblings perform. For most of his life, he jealously watched as his older siblings Geillis and Jamie performed magic. It wasn’t until mid-January of his tenth year that Aiden suddenly began exhibiting magical powers as well. Having never dreamed of having magical powers and being able to witness the glory of the Wizarding world like his brother Jamie, Aiden was ecstatic when he actually received a letter from Hogwarts. It was a dream come true for Aiden and it was one of his goals to explore the strange, new magical world as fully as possible.

Aiden flourished during his first year at Hogwarts, greeting everyone he met with his signature cheerful grin and an enthusiastic welcome to match. He made friends with nearly everyone he met, no matter their house or background. Whether they were Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, young or older, rich or poor, didn’t matter to Aiden as he just loved meeting new people. Living in a mostly rural area, Aiden’s natural ability to make friends had been stifled somewhat, but being at Hogwarts with hundreds of people around his age allowed him to make more friends than he had ever dreamed of making.

While he made a lot of new friends, Aiden still made time for family. His brother Jamie and cousin Barclay both took precedence over anyone else when it really mattered. He spent many hours making sure his cousin felt included in the Duncan family and even took some boring classes with him to spend time with him. Despite playing as a beater for much of the Quidditch season, Aiden outright refused to even target his cousin during matches whenever they were on opposing teams.

Despite the ever-changing world surrounding him, Aiden managed to remain his happy-go-lucky self, hanging out with everyone and anyone who wanted his company. And through it all, he remained staunchly loyal to the Duncan clan.

Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Hufflepuff


Aiden is very much an “all or nothing” individual. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and has trouble concealing his feelings. He is energetic, hyperactive, easily excitable and always willing to meet new people and have fun. He is quick to anger as well and will never back down from a fist-fight, especially if it is to protect a friend. However, he is also quick to forgive.

Aiden also has a short attention span. While he tends to quickly grasp concepts, he also just as easily forgets everything he’s learned the moment something more enticing comes along and grabs his attention. He does not enjoy sitting still, always moving onto something new and stimulating. It is very easy for him to become bored, so he enjoys coming up with different ideas and is always daydreaming. Similarly, his mind moves a mile a minute and he can cover a vast number of topics in a short amount of time.

Being the second-youngest in his family, Aiden tends to be the forgotten child. Because of this, he craves the attention that he is deprived of at home. He tends to act out and cause trouble to try and stand out among his brothers and sisters. At times, he will do anything to stand in the spotlight and just be noticed for once. Because of this, he tends to be very boastful and proud of anything that makes him even somewhat unique, like his magical powers or his family line that traces back to ancient Scottish royalty. He’s also a bit of a class clown, always making some sort of joke or comment, no matter what the situation.


Aiden is slightly short for his age at 4’6” and has a fairly small, slender build from spending all of his time running around. He has a smooth, rounded face with an equally rounded jaw. His cheeks are slightly plump and rosy. He has messy, shaggy, bright red hair that sits like a mop on his head. His eyes are light blue like his mother’s. His ears remain flat against his face.

He generally doesn’t care what he wears. He would wear his old, grass-stained, tattered trousers and an old shirt all the time if he could. His father generally makes him wear more presentable clothing though usually including a collared shirt and nice slacks held up by his one good suspenders.

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That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

* * *

Aiden’s shoes slammed against the hard cobblestone floor as he made a mad dash for the wide open oaken doors. He had wolfed down his breakfast at a breakneck pace so that he could enjoy as much as possible of the warm and sunny summer day. He took one step outside and stopped, inhaling the sweet and crisp summer air deeply and savoring every moment. It was a great day to just run around, stretch his legs, and have a little fun after being holed up in a dark, depressing and boring classroom for weeks on end.

As he stood at the top of the stairs, allowing his eyes to adjust to the blinding sunlight, he heard a soft squeaking sound coming from beneath him. He looked down just in time to see a rat scurrying for dear life and zipping down the steps to freedom.

“Yer tired of bein’ all cooped up too, aren’t ya, bud?” Aiden said, as though the retreating, little creature could understand him. He shrugged, not thinking much of the rat, who seemed to want some freedom as badly as he did. He just cared about playing today.

Before Aiden could run off and begin sprinting around the grounds, an older boy flew past him and thundered down the steps, seemingly running after the rat that had just squeaked past him. Aiden had to almost jump out of the way of the older boy that barreled past him. He watched the boy run off into the flowers, desperately searching for his rat, for a moment with a bemused expression. After a few seconds of watching from the steps, however, Aiden became bored and decided to help him catch the rat after watching his pitiful display, ambling hopelessly through the flowers.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He heard the boy shouting frantically as he ripped apart the garden. It looked like a lot of fun to Aiden, making a mess of everything and trampling all the girly flowers. He couldn’t help but watch and stare with a smirk on his face for a bit longer, just to see if the boy would even notice him. Finally, the other boy stood up and looked at Aiden as though he were the most disgusting being on earth.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

“S’not all that polite to be goin’ about wiping yer bogies on yerself either,” Aiden said with a playful grin on his face.

As he said that, Aiden wiped his own nose on his sleeve noisily, cheekily staring the other boy in the eye and almost daring him to say something about it as he made a big show of it all. He didn’t much care what some guy looking through flowers for his rat thought about him and his rudeness. His “Pa” had always taught him to just be himself and not try to change himself for anyone. Still, Aiden wasn’t heartless. Now that he’d had his fun, he planned on helping this poor boy reunite with his clearly reluctant rat.

“Look, d’ya want me help finding that rat o’ yers or not?” Aiden asked, somewhat gruffly. “Ah dunneh mind gettin’ all dirty an’ stuff.”

As Aiden spoke, he saw something moving around in the dirt out of the corner of his eye. He saw a bit of a long, thin and hairless tail almost scurrying out of sight. Without saying a word to warn the other boy about what he was going to do, he immediately dove into the dirt and grabbed at the rat that was desperately fleeing the scene. His hand caught on something soft and furry and he clamped down on the wriggling mass, making sure the rat was securely between his fingers before pushing himself back up. His clothes were completely covered in dirt and torn pieces of flowers, but Aiden was fine with that. He wasn’t the one who would have to do the laundry, after all.

He gave another cheeky grin as he presented the tiny animal to the boy in front of him, “Ah believe this is yours.”


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Hogwarts School Accepted / Julia Cole
« Last post by Julia Cole on 18/04/2017 at 19:13 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Julia Rose Cole

Birthday: 12 December 1937

Hometown: Hogsmeade


Magical levels: Reapplying because missed return thread. Had requested C3D1T3S2

Year (pick two): Second please... I guess second choice is third.

Julia Cole is the first-born child of Asher and Vera Cole, who are a pureblood and muggle-born respectively. Julia’s parents moved to the magical community when Julia was two to escape from the bombings, and stayed. Julia has been taught about the muggle world, but has seen very little of it. When Julia was 5, her parents welcomed another daughter, Rose, into the family. When the British Force came about, her parents highly considered moving again, but wanted to stay in the magical community and couldn't find a safer place. Her parents have always been overly cautious and protective of her, leading her to have some social awkwardness, and overly dependent on others. She can’t wait until she’s older and gets married and away from her parents to have her own life separate from them. She loved spending her first year at Hogwarts exploring and is very excited to go back again.

Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Hufflepuff

Personality: Julia is care-free and loves to learn new things and explore. She isn’t very well socialized, but tries to make friends (usually not very well). She is very friendly to all, and doesn’t always realize when she’s being teased. She fears being kept in her current lifestyle and never being able to express herself. She hopes to one day travel the world.

Appearance: Julia has auburn hair, typically worn in braids, and blue eyes. She has light freckles dotted on her face. She has a small stature.

Option 1:
It was the weekend, which for most people meant hanging out with friends. Julia hadn’t made any friends yet, and had spent most of her free time exploring the grounds. She still had many places she had yet to explore, and wanted to find and learn everything she could about this large castle! It was pretty cold outside, too cold to go exploring out there. A few weeks ago, she went in search of the highest point of the castle she could find. Today she figured she’d aim for the lowest. There had been rumors of a ghost down there, and she wondered if they were true. After a while of searching through corridors and stairs, she made her way to a damp, grimy area. The air was thick and the smell was pungent. She had definitely never been here before. Julia went to try to open a wooden door, but it was a bit stuck. She kept trying to push on it, but to no avail. Julia tried to recall the rumors about the ghost more. It was a Slytherin girl. She had heard many different stories as to how she died. Eaten by a snake, burned to death, killed in an underground duel… What was her name again?

“Hello! Is Emma Birch there?”

That was it! Emma Birch! It sounded like another girl’s voice coming from around the corner.

“I sure hope so! Otherwise my trip down here wasn’t worth it!” Julia walked down towards where she heard the other voice and saw a girl who looked to be about her age.

“A bit drab down here, don’t you think?”


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