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Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Lia Ayres
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 15/08/2018 at 18:23 »
Dear Miss Ayres,

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

Term begins 1 September 2018. Currently, students have gathered at 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.

Yours sincerely,

Ella Galanis
Head of Ravenclaw
Student Applications / ACCEPTED: Theodore Ptolemy
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 15/08/2018 at 18:12 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted. Term begins on 1 September 2018.

Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Theodore Ptolemy
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 15/08/2018 at 18:12 »
Dear Mr Ptolemy,

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

Term begins 1 September 2018. Currently, students have gathered at 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.

Yours sincerely,

Ella Galanis
Head of Ravenclaw
Student Applications / ACCEPTED: Barclay Duncan Re-App
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 15/08/2018 at 18:06 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted. Term begins on 1 September 2018.

Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Barclay Duncan Re-App
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 15/08/2018 at 18:05 »
Dear Mr Duncan,

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

Term begins 1 September 2018. Currently, students have gathered at 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.

Yours sincerely,

Ella Galanis
Head of Ravenclaw
Hogwarts School Accepted / Lia Ayres
« Last post by Lia Ayres on 15/08/2018 at 04:28 »
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Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Lia Ayres

Birthday: August 31, 1940

Hometown: London, United Kingdom

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): 3rd or 4th


Lia was born the first and only child to Tony and Adeline Ayres, the perfect fit into their little family. Her father was a muggle and worked in construction, enjoying golf and reading the news when the work day came to an end. Her mother stayed at home with Lia, and concealed her magical status from everyone in her life at the request of her husband, including their daughter. See, Tony loved his wife, but though that magic was ridiculous and had no place in family life. Though Adeline never quite agreed, she did love her husband, so she agreed, living her life as a muggle.

The early years of Lia's life were about as normal as they came. She loved her parents, fairy tales, and music, though she'd always been a bit of a shy kid, always taking time to warm up to other children. However, all of that changed when she was six, and her mum became sick with cancer. She passed away a few months later, leaving Lia to be raised by a working father.

The years that followed were hard, but the Ayres family strived to make it as normal as possible. Lia's grandmother stepped in to take care of the young girl, a set up that worked well for everyone involved. She grew closer to her father, though she never felt the same sort of connection she had with her mother, something she'd never been able to figure out for the life of her. To fill the gap, she learned to be a little more outgoing in school and made some friends she could rely on.

But everything changed when she received her letter from Hogwarts. She was baffled how she could have had magic all these years and not known, but embraced the idea with the same sort of fascination that she had always had for fairy tales. Her father grew more and more distance as the date of her departure came, though at the time, she attributed it to him being worried about her going away for school for months on end.

All of that came crashing down when another student informed her that not only had her mother and their father known each other, but they had known each other from Hogwarts. Lia confronted her father, only to have it revealed that he had actually hidden her halfblood status her entire life. It damaged the relationship between her and her father, and neither seem to be willing to hear out the other's point of view. She learned to lean more on her friends and her books, disappearing into other worlds when she needed to get away from her father's harsh views of magic.

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

House Request: Hufflepuff is preferable.

Lia comes off as a bit shy, though she feels like she is more awkward than shy, as she just finds it a little strange to walk up to someone and just start a conversation about something. However, she is quick to warm up to others, and is an incredibly loyal friend when you've proved yourself worthy of her time.

She's generally easy going, but her insecurities can get the best of her at times. A lifetime of her father's high expectations and their lacking connection have left her questioning herself and her abilities, though she's working on this. She plays it off well, though, and is good at not letting it on more than she needs to.

When not spending time with friends, she can be found reading fantasy stories and fairy tales, playing chess, going for walks by the lake, playing piano, and enjoying a cup of tea. She usually won't admit it, but she also enjoys her school work, finding everything about magic fascinating. She can't sing to save her life, she's never been the least bit good at sports, and has a tendency to be stubborn when she's got her mind set on something. It takes a lot for her to lose her temper, but you'd best watch your back if you get on her bad side. She's afraid of the dark and of the creatures that live there, but she does her best not to let it on.

Lia is and has always been small and slight for her age. Currently, she stands at just 4'10, and her thin frame often makes her look even smaller. She's always hated being so small, especially as people always seem to think she's younger or want to pick her up, but since it doesn't seem like she's going to be shooting up any time soon, she grudgingly accepts it. She's almost always found in a skirt or dress, generally avoiding kid-like garments so people don't mistake her for younger than they already do. She wears her dark blonde hair long and down her back, though she ties it up when she's trying to actually accomplish anything. Her favourite feature of all is her eyes, which are a bright green like her mother's.


Option 2:

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."

The gardens weren't Lia's first choice when she wanted to get away from the stuffy walls of the castle and her mountains of unfinished schoolwork. She generally preferred to spend her free time by the lake, watching the water ripple against the shore and keeping an eye out for the giant squid that supposedly lived in there (she wasn't totally convinced - she hadn't seen it yet).

But when she'd made her way down to the lake today, she found it insanely busy, with students everywhere, ruining the tranquility and peaceful atmosphere she'd been looking for. The gardens had looked rather quiet, so she'd opted for that instead, making due with pretty flowers. It wasn't really that bad of a trade, if she was being honest. And it smelled better than the lake water did.

There was no one else wandering the gardens when she made her way over, wandering between the different plants and blossoms, trying to name as many of them as she could. Maybe she had been wrong about the gardens not being as nice as the lake. It was actually rather nice.

However, her peace was disrupted when an older boy started stomping around, making a racket and grumbling something about a rat and sticking his head in plants. Which didn't seem to be going well for him, if his sneezes were anything to go by. Lia wanted to mind her own business, but it was hard to ignore the older boy. What he was doing was kind of funny.

She tried not to draw his attention to her, but that didn't last very long. He snapped at her about staring. She was immediately taken aback, surprised that he'd be so rude when she'd been here first.

"It's not polite to interrupt someone's peace and quiet either, but you don't hear me complaining," she said, the words slipping from her mouth in her surprise before her brain could catch up to what she was saying. It was rather bold for the typically quiet girl. "What are you looking for anyway? A rat or something?"

She hadn't really been listening - or at least, had been trying not to - when he'd been talking to himself earlier, and she was kind of hoping that she'd been wrong about the rat. She'd never been big on rodents, something about them making her uneasy. But maybe it would be best to help this boy, and then he'd leave her alone to the flowers.

"Do you, er, want some help?"


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Professor Applications / Serena McCormick
« Last post by Serena McCormick on 15/08/2018 at 03:27 »

Character name: Serena McCormick

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Corrina Buzolic and Piper Eden

Character age:  Just about 26.

Character education:
-Salem Institute – Primary I, II, and III. 
-Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Years 4-7, Gryffindor, Class of ’46.
-Gryffindor Prefect, 7th Year
-Beater/Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.

Strength and weaknesses (details please):
Serena is a big list of strengths and weaknesses tossed together in a mix-matched drawer that sometimes works to her advantage and sometimes works against her entirely.

She is extremely independent and she doesn’t mind getting the job done on her own. But it also means that she feels she is so self sufficient that she doesn’t need to ask for help, and she can be quite stubborn about it. 

Serena is bold. She has very little fear of consequences. She dives head first into the fire and can be a hot-headed when challenged. Her fire can sometimes set the world around her on fire around her. 

After losing so many people so young, she has a fear of commitment, which can make her flighty and unable to form too tight of attachments. However when she figures out what she wants, she latches on tightly. 

She is witty and loves to have fun and challenge people, but at the end of the day she is compassionate and hates to see people hurting. She will throw down her own happiness and comfort to help others. 

Physical description:  Serena has a mess of golden blonde waves, usually worn down and loose. Her eyes are a striking blue color that run in the family. She’s always been confident with her appearance and know how to use it to her advantage. She’s on the short side, standing at a whooping 5’2’’ish, which is her greatest annoyance.

Her stature is small, but she makes up for it with her larger than life personality, which brings us to…

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Serena has spent her whole life on the go and, as a result, she has very little patience for routine. Planning is not one of her strong suits and spontaneity is how she prefers to do things. You won’t find her making minute by minute plans. She does what she wants, when she wants to, even if it’s at inappropriate times.

She is bold with no fear of speaking her mind. Tying in with her spontaneity, she also rarely thinks before speaking, sometimes getting her into trouble. Serena has no problems openly voicing her opinions, even if it’s an unpopular one.

Although she enjoys the company of others, she is also extremely independent and she hates asking for help, even when she really needs it. She would much rather figure it out for herself. 

She values humor and tends to be on the sassy side of things. She likes to playfully pick on people by teasing them or challenging them. But she is also a very compassionate person with a no tolerance policy for mean spirited bullying. She hates to see people hurting and will step up for  ‘the little guy’ in an instant. 

Brave and hot-headed and stubborn, but beneath it all Serena Rose has a good heart.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:
Teaching at Hogwarts the first time around was a great learning experience for her. She’d been unsure if she even wanted to teach, but wanted very much to give it a try. 

Now that she’s started a family, she knows it will be hard to return to the Castle but also feels that being a professor is making a difference. Something she never would have dreamed of doing but something she feels compelled to pursue. 

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):
Serena Scarlet Rose was born on August 21st, 1928 at 7:54pm in a busy hospital in New York. She came into the world kicking and screaming and has yet to settle down.

Her father, Alan Rose, was born in London, England to a well off wizarding family. However at the age of 18 he moved to the US to pursue his dream of becoming a journalist, a craft which his family found soft. It was there, in New York City, that he fell in love with an enchanting woman, Julia Eden, a photographer with a passion for song. They married in a quiet ceremony with a few friends. Soon they started a family of their own. Alan Jr. came first and, four years later, Serena. As they grew, they both showed signs of possessing the gift of magic. They were both accepted and attended school at the Salem Institute. Things were going great for the Rose family. They were a lovingly close family, and though they had their troubles, they always pulled back together. Then tragedy struck. Julia Rose disappeared with the Timewarp.

Alan Rose was never quite the same. He became extremely protective of his children. Alan Jr, a bit older, was understanding and complied. But 9 year old Serena pushed against the new binds as she grieved for her mother. She got into the habit of doing whatever she wanted regardless of the consequences. She began to keep secrets like some children collected rocks or stickers. Already she’d begun to build walls around herself. The only one she truly trusted was her brother. With his guidance she stayed on the right track –always pushing her limits but never so far that she lost herself.

There was a few years of peace in the Rose family. But, like all dreams, it eventually came to an end.

In the summer of 1941, Serena, mixed in with the wrong crowd, attended what was supposed to be a peaceful anti-war protest. But tensions ran high and soon the fighting broke out. Her brother, Alan Jr, fresh off of an internship at a local clinic, heard about the riot and, knowing his sister was going to be there, rushed to the scene. The crowd was thick but the unmistakable blonde hair bobbed through the crowd and he pushed his way through the crowd. He called her name over and over but she couldn’t hear him.

“Serena!” He yelled, a little closer now, and she spun around and locked eyes with her brother, relief exchanging between the two siblings for a fraction of a second. 

And then the shooting started. Alan Jr. was caught in the crossfire and died on the scene.

Alan and Serena were left with missing pieces in their hearts, once again. Serena held herself responsible for her brother’s death and is something that still haunts her. Alan became extra protective of Serena and Serena pushed back, rebelling against the restraints. For the next year she mixed in with even more dangerous crowds and was very nearly expelled from Salem. 

A year passed and Alan decided it was best to get Serena away from New York. So in May 1942, they moved to his hometown, London, where he quickly took a job at the Daily Prophet. Serena was enrolled in a local Academy and ready to start at her new school. One afternoon, sitting outside by the small pond in her backyard, she got a pleasant surprise when a barn owl swooped down and dropped a letter in her lap: A letter of acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the 1942-43 school year. This was truly a great way to begin her new life in this new place. 

She began her journey at Hogwarts in September 1942 as a Fourth Year transfer, where she was sorted into the Gryffindor house. The fresh start was just what she needed and she found that she flourished within the castle walls. 

Losing so many people at such a young age, Serena found it difficult to let anyone get too close to her. A social person, she had a lot of friends. But many of her friendships were loose because it was hard for Serena to form deep attachments to people, afraid of losing yet another person. But she pressed on. She joined the Quidditch team, playing Beater and Seeker and learned how to work as a team, a skill that Serena definitely needed work on. 

In her Fifth Year she joined MOD’s Hogwarts Initiative, HOP. Though she originally joined to drive her father crazy, she found she really enjoyed the training. Her skills improved through the program and it made her stronger, physically and mentally.

In her Sixth Year, she helped form the Bad Girl Brigade, a group of girls who liked to sneak onto rooftops, talk about boys and just stand together in the face of the Brat Boys. It was looking to be the best year ever. And then the Hexenreich invaded the castle and, during her Transfiguration final, she witnessed Emma Birch’s murder. Several others, herself included, were hexed as well. The helplessness of the situation still haunts her. 

Reluctantly she returned for her Seventh Year, where she became a Gryffindor Prefect. It was also the year she found out about her father’s secret love affair. Surprise, Serena had a 10 year old sister, Chloe Rose. Disturbed by the news, she pushed her family away and focused on her friends. However, she finished the year strong and was excited to join the adult world where more adventure awaited her.

Her father’s house was becoming increasingly suffocating. He married Chloe’s mother, Wendy Parker, and she brought with her a pack of children. So promptly after graduation Serena found her own flat in London.

In March of 1948, Serena was awoken in the middle of the night by a couple of Aurors who brought news of her father’s death. He was murdered by a Hexenreich member. 

Serena was hospitalized at St. Mungo’s for several days because of extreme emotional shock. After her release, with the promise of seeing a psychologist weekly, she returned to her life as if nothing happened. She was in denial and it took her over a month to return from the zombie like state she hid under. When she finally accepted her father’s death she began to heal, slowly but surely.

One of the driving forces in her healing process was found in one of her best friends, Bailey McCormick. He was able to pull her through the darkness. In him she found strength and more than that, a home. 

In September 1948 Serena took a teaching position at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as Potions Professor. She wasn’t sure she’d do well with it or even like it, but she found teaching to be one of her passions. 

That summer, in July of 1949, after a few missteps, she married Bailey McCormick. Soon after, on April 7th, 1950, Serena gave birth to her first daughter, Lily Elizabeth. She hadn’t even known she wanted children of her own until she held her baby girl in her arms. 

Serena left her teaching position in June of 1951. 

Her second daughter, Scarlet Eden, was born on August 10th, 1951.

(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely. 

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

Serena was running late, as per usual. At this point in her life, she’d pretty much given up on being on time. What was the point? If, by some miracle, she was running early, Finn would wipe his dirty hands on her clean shirt (even though he had a perfectly good napkin next to him) or Scarlet would decide mommy leaving was the end of the world and that she would die die die if she didn’t get five minutes of snuggling in.

Oh well. It was life. Her life.

And she wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

For once she didn’t get lost on the way to Anneka Ivanova’s office, thank Godric, or she would have been even more late. Not that it mattered. Anneka surely wouldn’t be amused. Still, she brushed into the office and a smile grew on her face.

Holding in a cheeky, ’did ya miss me?’, she got straight to business. Setting a folder down, she pulled out a few papers and pushed them in Anneka’s direction. “Late, I know, but I do have some lesson plans. And not a single one of my children spilled on, spit on or tore at them this time around.”

A miracle in it’s own right.

Lesson plans on their way!

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

Character Name: Akkarakaran Indira “Indi” Bhadani
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Blood Status: Pureblood

Private tutors, practical application, mother and father

Indi owns and lives on a four-masted, magically-modified junk ship called the Sukha Sagar. The ship is 46 meters long, it’s cedar hull is painted pale like cream trimmed in gold, with rust colored sails. Its interior harbors Indi’s personal quarters, Captain’s quarters, crew berthing, 13 watertight storage compartments, a galley (which is really more of an affair you’d find in Diagon Alley’s finest restaurant) and a brig.

A wide, low-roofed structure with large glass windows on each side sits toward the stern of the ship. If accessed from the door in the front, it leads right into the Captain’s quarters where he can observe his crew. If accessed from the the door at the back, however, it leads to Indi’s personal quarters where she can enjoy her views. A set of narrow stairs on both the port and starboard sides allow access belowdecks where the galley and crew’s quarters are located. The storage compartments are accessed through hatches on the main deck.

India’s quarters on her ship are much larger than they appear from outside them. Plants, both living and drying, hang from her ceiling. The windows are fitted with both bamboo shades and heavy curtains, and a large Oriental rug covers the wooden floor. In one corner, close to the door, a carved behemoth of a desk protects the paperwork side of her occupation. The rest of the room is cozily decorated with more carved furniture, a few bright red armchairs, large cushions for seating and several tables atop which more potted plants sit. Along the back wall, flanked by bookcases, a plush green couch asks to be draped on. If anyone enters her quarters in the evening, they will notice either that this couch has been hidden away behind folding screens or that it has been converted to a large green bed--depending on the company.

Spice (and other things) Merchant, Adventurer Extraordinaire!

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  • Charms: 8
  • Divination: 7
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 10
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Pax & Co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
”You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.”
Rabindranath Tagore

Home was first the Malabar Coast, among sun and palms and turquoise waters. Then is was Pavan Yoddha, her father’s ship. Finally, it was the wind and sea. For no matter what vessel--what Indi stood upon, it was always Sagar which called her back.

Indi argued with her mother incessantly as a child. Why could her brothers go afar while she was stuck at home picking peppers or peeling bark from the cinnamon trees? It wasn’t until she was eight that her parents relented and much longer still before she learned to appreciate those early lessons from her mother. But it seemed unfair to Indi that she should have to listen to some shriveled wizard in a suit teach her conjuring when her brothers learned by filling sails with wind.

But her brothers never learned the ins and outs of the cargo they guarded, unlike Indi, though the information had to creep in past boredom and restlessness to get to her. Once there, however, it stayed. Every time her father came home, his hull bursting with fragrance and dreams, his wife got a sizable sampling of whatever was there.

Teas from Asia; sesame and tamarind and grains of paradise from africa; lavender and rosemary and sage and saffron from Europe; chilies and lemon verbena and vanilla from the Americas. Sometimes he would bring her live plants to put in their garden. And her mother knew just what to do with each of these, as her mother had taught her and her mother before. And so Indi learned, if slowly. She learned which spices complimented fish and which did better with meat, which plants would stop the burn if you touched the stinging leaves of another, which could be used to eat and which were strictly for potions, which minerals would keep a stew from spoiling for a few extra days, which tree’s bark could--when properly dried and prepared--stop a climbing fever in its tracks, yet whose fruit would kill in any form.

And yet she was restless.

And so her father took her.

The youngest of five, and his only daughter, Indi was her father’s favorite. Her voyages on the
Yoddha were lessons, and spoiled spice princess that she was, he would have his daughter learn. She applied the teachings of her tutors now as her brothers had been taught, through chores and duties and whenever she had downtime, through reading and writing. Even more, their father taught them numbers and business and negotiation, taking them along as he sold his wares by the barrels-full, and forcing them to perform calculations as he tallied his inventory and counted his profits. He smiled proudly as his daughter kept pace with his sons.

They traveled everywhere. Indi was 10 on her first voyage to Europe, and once when she was 15, the
Yoddha took her to the Americas for the first time. The people she met and their cultures and ways taught her ever more. She learned empathy and perspective and a thirst for seeing what was around the next corner, and while she also learned to miss her mother, turning to go home was always bittersweet.

Indi was 16 when her father gifted her Iravan, the Brahminy kite due each of her family’s sailors when they were considered grown, and she treasured that bird as both a symbol of her success and as the invaluable companion he was meant to be. She was 20 when her father gifted her
Sukha Sagar and sent her sailing with his trust and blessing. In the 14 years since, Indi established herself as a fierce business woman, trading spices and herbs and potions ingredients for her family across the globe. She honed another reputation as well, though this one spoken of in whispers, for there are certain interesting opportunities that only people with a ship and lust for adventure will have dumped upon them.

Blowing on the wind from coast to coast, Indi leaves her mark wherever she lands. Her home is the sea, the world her oyster, and life her destination.

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

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Roleplay Response:
Poor woman, the thought crossed through her head, and that was all Indi was prepared to spare the poor thing. This alley was always filled with collars pulled like shields from the world, men and women with heads tucked low pretending like everyone who bumbled past them were no more than scenery.

Reporters had no easy job trying to pull opinions out of these recluses who only got loud in the football pubs. On another day, Indi may have stopped at the beckoning, shared a conversation despite her doubt that she’d have little to offer on local news. At least if she had someone to speak to, the writer would be more than a general annoyance.

But today Indi had business, and punctuality was important. Which was why all poor Miss Nixon was supposed to get was a cursory glance, a bit of sympathy and that was it.
Ganapati must have been distracted.

”Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken!”

Indira made the mistake of looking. The Poor Woman was sprawled in the street, in the middle of a rushing river of introverts, and still no one would stop. Well, she could just walk more quickly to her appointment, Indi supposed, and adjusted her course.

“Here, you” Indi said approaching the woman briskly. She offered her hand a warm smile. Voice lilting, Indi tried to help the woman to her feet, “Come, up. You’ll do no Prophet any good crying from the ground. And those shoes! Those are not meant for walking,” she sucked her teeth disapprovingly, ”It’s the heel, yes. You need a thicker ones. No point trying to walk on a pair of twigs!”

How did you find us? Strawgoh

Character name:

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Penelope Wynovain, Elidir Medraut, Lawrence Lavender, Evander Ellux, Isabelle Oliveroot, Theodore Ptolemy et al

Character age: 34

Character education: 1st year to 5th year Hogwarts (Slytherin), 6th and 7th, Salem institute.

Strength and weaknesses (details please): Clay would be the first to admit to his most obvious weaknesses. He finds them amusing and anecdotal. Something else to lend to his charm and he self assumed wit. He isn’t short of confidence about his strengths either. One of which is his love to inspire, which comes from a strange ability to identify certain traits in people and figure out what or who they need to move forward. He would be an excellent guidance councellor.

Another strength he has is confidence (which of course doubles as a weakness sometimes). He loves to help, despite being a little dismissive sometimes. He listens well, a lot better than he did in school, thanks in main point to the first collegue he had when he joined the ministry of Magic in the Dept for the control and regulation of dangerous creatures.

One of his weaknesses is followthrough. He loves to start new projects and see the excitement of others that want to join in, but finishing them is sometimes a challenge. Not when its imperative, but if its just something for him and a few others, he tends to bounce around.

All in all he is a compasionate, well rounded individual with a wonderful drive to help and teach, but someome that can sometimes get a little distracted and have to be reminded of the course he needs to keep on.

Physical description: Tall, floppy haired, cheesy smiled, suit wearing. Mousy brown hair, blue eyes, and long fingers. He walks with a little bounce and a little more swagger. He holds his head tall. Strong jaw, little gangly. Filled out since school but still lean.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): He can come off as a little arogant, but when you get to really know him you will realise he is a romantic little puppydog. He will stand up for those unable to do so for themselves till the end of time. He is strong willed and proactive. Loves an adventure. He is a little cutting at times to those who he feels havn’t given him or others the respect they deserve. He is fairly ambitious but not so much that he is unfocussed. He can be funny at times, but often thinks himself funnier than he is. He is caring and compassionate. More than you would expect. More thoughtful too.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: He hopes to one day settle down, but he would also like to travel more. Mostly he wants to teach, inspire and help. He hopes to be a father one day too, but not quite yet. He wants to teach at Hogwarts because he thinks it is the next logical step. He misses it. Most of his formative years were spent there and he was sad he didn’t get to graduate from Hogwarts instead of Salem. He of course wants to help out, wants to mould young minds and is passionate about teaching. He had previously taken on a collegue at the ministry to train and loved it. He wants to expand on that.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):

Clay Julian Sbebbington was born on the 6th January 1920. He was a prince in his mother’s eyes. Clarice Emily Sbebbington was a meek young woman, too young in some ways. She married at 19 and had Clay at 21. That was the “done” thing. The marriage was arranged, but luckily for her she doted on Terrence Sbebbington, who came from blood as pure as any other. As was hers. Hence the marriage in the first place.

His childhood was nothing of note. He was adored and treated like the most important child that had ever lived. Clay never really knew what his father did for a living. He was important, and that was all that was important to clay. He liked knowing that he was special. He would continually torment his little sister, Eloise Mae Sbebbington, till she cried. He wasn’t a horrible child, but as many others before him; he felt his sister was fair game. She was only two years his junior, so big enough to try and defend herself.

One day, when he was 9, she 7, a young boy from over the estate was playing tag with them in their rather large back garden. He saw Clay and his sister’s interaction and thought it would be fun to join in. He pushed Eloise over, who hit her head on a plant pot. That was the day Clay stopped tormenting his sister. He could make her cry, that was one thing, but no one else could touch her. The boy went home with a bust lip.

Of course the parents had come round to complain about the state of their sons face, but Clay had only half been punished. He had stuck up for his sister, which in his Father’s eyes was admirable. Father is important, and so am I.

Most of his lessons he learnt from father. Like how to treat girls. They liked doors holding open for them, pretty presents and whispering in their ears. (Though what those whispers were he had no idea, he figured they were secrets and locations of the best worms to dig up in the garden). Friends, friends were people who looked up to you because you were important and bossed them around. His father would have friends for dinner. The women he would flatter, and the men he would hand cigars and tell jokes to. They always laughed. So when school came, Clay took to it like a fish to Jell-O, so in other words, he floundered.

For the first year anyway.

This friend business wasn’t so easy after all. No one knew he was important there. What’s more, no one seemed to care. Oh there were the few that took his instruction, but he didn’t care for those. They were not his equals. They were sheep. The professors didn’t treat him like a prince. That was the most shocking thing of all. Old people usually adored him, and now they were giving him work to do and telling him off for having fun! He was not amused in the slightest.

In time he learned. To catch flies, it did well to use honey, not vinegar. Shouting got you nowhere with teachers. Only backache and detentions. His charm began to grow; he cultivated it from year to year, doing his best to wrap certain people round his finger, just as his mother was. That was all he needed to do. At least that’s what he thought.

He was lucky enough to meet a few friends. Close ones. Ones that he didn’t feel the need to manipulate or brow beat. But now fourth year was rapidly approaching. More work, (more detentions no doubt) and lots, lots more fun.

When he was at the end of his 5th year, his parents announced that they would be moving to America on business. He was not at all happy about this but he went along with it. He was enrolled at the Salem Institute. He did well and finished his school career with good grades. Not the best but no where near the worst.

After that he helped with his father in his business for a small while before deciding to make the move back to England, London. He joined the Ministry of Magic as a member of the Dept for the Regulation and Control of Magical creatures. He enjoyed it a lot, but would spend a lot of his spare time working on his spell work and potion brewing. There was a certain kind of calm that he found when making potions. His mother was a particular fan of his burn healing paste.

(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

He was late. He knew it, or, well, he was going to be. It was unavoidable, and yet his frustration grew at an exponential rate. This interview meant a lot to him, possibly more than anything else had. He was angry at himself, and moreover, at the medi-wizard that had held him up.

He walked briskly through the familiar grounds at Hogwarts. His disappointment and anger grew. He had meant to set off EARLY!! He had wanted to be here in -plenty- of time. Plenty. So he could wander lazily through the grounds, take it all in. The sights, the smells, the feelings. The unique feel of the sun on your face as it bounced of the great lake. There was nothing like it. He hadn’t been here for nearly 20 years. Now he had to rush past everything. Past the lake, through the grounds, rush through the doors. Past all of his old classrooms. Past his favourite make-out spoot. Past his favourite staircase and up to the Headmistress’s office.

He hadn’t had time to enjoy or savour any of it. Not while there was still hope anyhow. If the interview went baddly, or he was informed he would not be getting the post, the trip back out of the grounds would be soured. He wouldn’t be able to enjoy it as well. He wouldn’t have that “I could be here again” hope. They would be dashed. Had he been here on time, he would have got that. That would have been a certain. Now nothing was certain and he hated uncertainty!

As Clay seated himself across from the severe woman sitting before him, he hoped his features had been arranged into something resembling apology and sincerity. He blinked. “Im sorry” he offered. His breath was coming in quicker gasps than he would like. He was out of shape.

“My sister is in St Mungo’s at the moment. Pregnancy complications. Her husband if out of the country on business and I am her prenatal appointment partner while he is gone”. He blinked again, and pushed his glasses up his nose. He didn’t wear them often, but he hoped they added a “Professory” look to his strangely angular face.

“The Healer in charge of her case was on an emergency call, and was late for her appointment”. He took a deep breath, much like a swimmer breaking the surface. “I couldn’t even send word that I might be late” he insisted, trying to convey to her how sorry he was. “But I couldnt leave Eloise alone. Her disposition of nervous as of late. It’s her first child”.

He smoothed over his hair, his breathing steadied now and clasped his hands in front of him. “I really am very sorry. This is not indicative of my usual time keeping practices”.


Character name:
Alexander M. Valentine

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable:
James Knight, Jacob Scarborough, Ryan Ward, Callum Winters, Gilroy Locke

Character age:
36 | 08 October, 1917

Character education:
Hogwarts Class of 1936

Strength and weaknesses (details please):
Alex's strength has always been deeply rooted in Charms, but namely the hexes and jinxes. It was part of what made his work with the AMRS so successful, as he had spent a great deal of time learning their applications, counters and reversals. And with almost twenty years of experience on the job, that particular area of magic is just as sharp as ever.

He has some flair for the arts of Summoning/Conjuring leftover from his time at Castle as well, and his own personal interests had aided him down the path of creation that came with it. However sometimes he fails to realize his own limits and miscalculates the power of his conjurations, but can proudly attest to the fact that he hasn't accidentally leveled a house in some time now.

(The one time he did had been entirely on purpose.)

And while his knack for Transfiguration isn't anywhere near that of his wife's, if there was any one area of magic that Alex never fully grasped - it would have been Divination. He knows the edges of it and the theories, but some part of him never truly got it.

Outside of magic, and if one was to consult his wife about him, the worst part of him would have to be - unequivocally  - his stubbornness. But the years had changed that to a degree, even if it could be hard to make out at times.

Physical description:
Tall, dark and tired. At Thirty-Six, Alex still retains some most of his old vigor, but the years and children have taken some of its toll on him. Age has peppered his brown hair with some small dusting of grey - with stresses bringing the rest - but his blue-grey eyes are still sharp with intelligence. And while he is loath to admit it, the drop in physicality has began to give him somewhat of a dad bod. He still favors to dress as sharp as ever, but there are days when you can catch him slipping into something more casual.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):
Originally, Alexander was generally cold at first, but gradually warmed up depending on how people acted around him. He preferred the company of books more than people, but when he was forced to interact, he had usually took to doing so by trying to talk circles around others until they left him alone.  Enter Isabelle and the rest was history.

(Play nice, she had said.)

Now after being married for nearly twenty years and raising two kids - six if you count the animals - Alex has softened considerably from the hard, straight-laced antisocial intellectual he had started off as. But while his edges have softened, he still takes his job seriously and has low tolerance for nonsense when it need not apply. Sure, some nonsense can be afforded when it comes to magic and the learning of it, but not when it comes down the actual grit of it. When you need your magic.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:
After all of these years, all of Alex's hopes and dreams have been mostly fulfilled. While a part of him still wonders what might have been - with Esme and the dark secrets she had whispered to him, a promise of power - he never could have traded his family, as small as it had been at the time, away for it.

Now he just wants to grow old with his wife and their mountain of a dog, and watch as their children grow up. Hopefully into right and proper wizards, though he'd still cherish them all the same if the path was lightly skewed.

He came to Hogwarts to help further some of that nurturing, but also because a small part of him felt it only seemed right to come back to the place that helped shaped him,  in the event that some of his experience might help mold the next generations. Even if that means cracking the mold a little in the process.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):
Life After Graduation:
Having graduated from Hogwarts with decent (Or better than decent, if he was being honest with himself) grades, Alexander moved on to working at the Ministry during the summer following graduation. Having accepted a job from Spencer Malthus, Department of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Justice, Alex worked as his Junior Assistant for an undisclosed amount of time and oversaw the work of the other interns also working in his department over the summer.

Towards the end of the summer, however, Alexander decided that kind of work had not been for him, and eventually came across something that appealed more to his taste: A entry level position in the Department of Magical Accident and Catastrophes as a Junior Member of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, or AMRS for short. Alexander continued working for Spencer Malthus until he was hired for the position he applied, spending a fair few months in training as he learned his new position and everything that came with being a member of AMRS.

Meanwhile, between his working as a Junior Assistant to Spencer Malthus and joining AMRS in the Summer of 1974 1936, Alexander had became engaged to his girlfriend of two years, Isabelle Atkinson, after she had stumbled across the ring he had brought her when she was cleaning the apartment they shared. Alexander had originally planned on giving the ring to her after the girl's 18th birthday, but things never really go as planned when it came to her.

Soon after that, in the Fall of 1974 1936, Alexander had received permission from her father, Tom Atkinson (a minor worker at the Ministry of Magic), for her hand in marriage, but a date has yet to been set. Or well, he had yet to have an idea. What ideas Isabelle had were another matter.

It was near the end of Fall 1974 1936 that Alexander had completed his basic training as a member of AMRS, officially becoming a Junior Member of the squad in the beginning of the Winter months.

The pair of former Ravenclaw’s eventually married the following summer once Isabelle had finished school, with the small attendance of their friends from school (excluding one Lysander Elwood-Luxe) and family gathered around them. They moved from the small apartment that Alex was living in above the Warbling Rogue, to their more permanent home in Hogsmeade once the honeymoon had concluded, and enjoyed the newlywed life.

Fast forward nearly two decades, a small question in regards to Alex’s actual blood purity, a war ( in the world at large, the wizarding community, and on the homefront of the Valentine Estate),  two kids and several animals, and Alexander is still married to his Hogwarts sweetheart. His employ in the Ministry has remained largely unchanged - save for no longer being a junior member of AMRS - and he had little intention of changing that.

However, following his eldest child’s - Eleanor - acceptance into Hogwarts and his wife’s own career shift, Alexander wrestled with the idea of returning for a short tenure of professorship. It was only after some some prompting from his wife, and a slight begrudging approval of his daughter, that he surrendered himself to the idea of returning to his alma mater.

(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:
"You are late."

"I was bribing a portrait," Alex said with a resigned sigh, waving off the comment as he settled into the seat across from Anneka. He was holding a warm cup of black coffee, and held it up as if it explained his tardiness. An Alexander, his namesake leftover from his time in Ravenclaw. 

(Tracking down Eloise after all this years had been another story. But her cart was there, as always.)

Sure, it was no excuse and he usually wasn't one for making them, but after all these years the withering look that he received had all but glanced off of him. He had given worse, he figured. Even if he usually caved after a while, at least with his kids.

"Nice to see you again too, Professor Ivanova. Or Headmistress, rather." Amusement glimmered brightly in his eye as he remembered the last time they had been sat together like this. He had been half tempted to reach into his wand holster and steal away the words of his resume - as he had with his evaluation decades past - but thought better of it.

Instead Alex simply smiled placidly at the woman over the rim of his cup. "Let's get this over with, yeah? Max will be out of daycare soon, and Iz was lost in her thesis writing last I saw her, so it'll be my turn to collect him since I took the day off."
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