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Archived Applications / Zion Thomas
« Last post by Zion Thomas on 18/04/2018 at 17:30 »
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Application for Hogwarts School




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Name: Zion Thomas

Birthday: October 14, 1941

Hometown: Bamburg, Northumberland

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): First or Fourth

Biography: Zion Thomas was born on October 14, 1941 in a small cottage on the coast of Beadnell beach in Northumberland. She is a halfblood, born to a witch named  Zubi Thomas and a muggle man named Adam Mohamed.

Her mother Zubi was the brightest witch of her age. She was known as an reserved little girl that hardly ever associated with others. During her school years, she attended and practiced at Uagadou School of Magic. Zubi received top marks in Alchemy, where she created a numerous amounts of healing elixirs. that healed her counterparts. After her school days, Zubi wanted to travel the world in search of different magic schools, but her parents wanted her to stay in her village to uphold the family’s darkest legend. Zubi raged a war within her family and village when she denied the curse of voodoo magic. She fled to South Africa where she met Adam Mohamed. After marrying Adam she went back to her home, where she was shunned by the entire village.

Muggle-born Adam lived in North America his whole childhood life. He was born in Minnesota and later when he was about 10 years old, her moved to California where he lived up into he went to highschool. During his teenage years, he lived in Texas. Adam went to school and became a doctor. Since he married Zubi Hassan, not much is known about his parents and his life in North America.

Zion has seven siblings. She has five older brothers and a younger sister. Her eldest brother AJ works as an Auror for the Ministry of Magic. Abel is in his seventh year at Hogwarts and her twin brothers Zahir and Zach are in their sixth year at Hogwarts. Her youngest sister, Elisha is only 6 years old.

Zion experienced magic at an young age. When she turned 7, she showed her first magical abilities by conjuring a small flower from her hands. Her parents didn't shy her and her siblings away from magic, instead they allowed the to embrace what is yet to come.


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

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality:At first glance, Zion is a quiet, shy girl. Living in the shadow of her older brothers, she grew to like solitary. Once you get to know her and befriend her, she could be the most fiercest, sweetest and bubblist child ever. Zion enjoys reading books (Muggle novels are her favorite). She also likes to pull pranks on other people with her brothers. She dislikes bananas and has a fear of spiders.

Appearance: Zion is a short girl with dark chocolate skin. She has brown almond eyes that coincide with her small, pointed nose. She has dark freckles on her face and hands. that compliments her skin. Zion adores her freckles and every chance she gets, she flaunts them for people to see. She has a jet black pixie cut because she didn't like to tame her previous curly, wild hair.
→ RETURNING STUDENTS.
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Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application):

Number of New Levels Requested:

New Levels Request:

How your character kept up with their studies: Whether your character was still at Hogwarts or left school entirely for a while, tell us how they were able to keep up with their studies and learn about magic, which would allow their levels to keep increasing.

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Option I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.



Option 2: The wind blew lightly as Zion sat with her legs criss-crossed in the middle of the row of bright red flowers. She didn't particularly like flowers, but she admired their beauty and their aura of peace and serenity. They smelled wonderful as well. It was a nice day outside and what better day is it to read a good book in the sunlight? She had her copy of her favorite book and she was surrounded by nature. She couldn't have asked for more.

Zion was in a completely different world.

Her eyes was glued to each page of the book as it revealed the dark secrets of the main character. She began to fall in love with him every second. Even though her crush was only a character, Zion believed that he was a model for every single human—no matter what, they will always be a part of you hidden from the world whether it is good as light or bad as darkness.

For a tiny moment, Zion felt relatable. 

The flowers rustled a bit, interrupting her from heer thoughts. Zion looked around, searching for another person or animal, but when she didn't see anything, she thought nothing of it.. until it happened again.. and again.

Zion stood on her feet clumsily. She was beginning to get worried that something was out there in the midst of the flowers. The flowers rustled again and although she couldn't hear it, she saw it for the first time.

A cute little grey fellow zipped through the bouquets: a rat.

Zion chuckled lightly at the thought of a small rat attacking her. When the rat zipped through the flowers once more, she hurried to scoop the small animal up.

She raised the rat up, examining it close to her face. She stroked his head, deciding that she was going to keep it as a pet.

The wind picked up its pace as the flowers rustled again softly. A loud echo bounced through the air and the dirt circled around her.

Zion saw him before he could see her. She quietly hid behind the flowers, holding the rat in her hands as she spied on the boy. He wiped his nose. Was he sick? Did he have allergies? He seemed grumpy about it either way. Provoking him seemed to be the last thing she would do.


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."

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Hogwarts School Accepted / Elias Daymuth
« Last post by Elias Daymuth on 18/04/2018 at 17:04 »


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Name: Elias Daymuth

Birthday: July 5th, 1937

Hometown: Bath, England

Bloodline:
Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): Fifth, Sixth

Biography:
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.


When one looked at the life of Elias Daymuth, there were many points that could be seen as the beginning of it all. Perhaps it was the summer of 1936, the summer of sun-scorched sidewalks and ripe fruit and the faraway threat of the end of everything that vaguely inspired every casual mistake. Perhaps it was three o'clock in the morning, sweat dripping like hopeless tears, screams of animalistic pain, the cord that fed Elias life for nine months threatening to take it all away. Perhaps it was his first day of school (twisting hands, loose yarn, broken puzzle pieces) or the birth of his sister (he held her in his arms, trembling, as she shrieked her place into this world) or the move across entire oceans or even now: Elias, in uniform, with the magic he grew up around but never really believed coursing thick and steady through his veins.

You see, it was all a matter of perspective. If you had the chance to ask Elias' mother, perhaps, she would laugh her fairy's chime and say something like, "When I felt him in my womb, the feisty little thing, that's where he started, of course." But Elias' sister would say in her typical sarcastically affectionate way,"Obviously, when I was born - did he even have a purpose before me?"

And if you asked Elias himself, well, he wouldn't quite know the answer because there really wasn't one. If you asked Elias himself, he would say something like, "Maybe my life is like the lunar cycle."

But one thing was for certain. Elias' life wasn't like many others.

From even before Ms. Lillia Abella-Daymuth gave birth, she had many premonitions about Elias. Dreams filled to the brim with symbolism and, in her tarot readings, the ace of wands, again and again. Whether not Lillia was truly in possession of psychic gifts was debatable, but she certainly believed she did. And so, when Elias was born, that tiny purple thing, she knew from somewhere deeper than her heart he was something special.

And special he wasn't. At least, not at first. As a child, he was average at most everything he did. Sports were foreign and strange to him, but the arts weren't much better. Truthfully, nothing came very easily to him. Except for clairvoyance. He had an instinctual knack for all things psychic, and Lillia took full advantage of this fact. Starting from when he first learned how to open his mouth and speak, she paraded her mystical son for the world to marvel at.

Lillia was doing her best to maintain a fairly successful psychic business (often taking side jobs when she could), yet as her career furthered, her mental state began rapidly deteriorating by the day.

She became carried away by her fantasies. In her mind, she was not a single mother with two children and an angry landlord. She was not a woman with an exotic look about her that attracted pathetic men to her incense-soaked living room, men that would pay her twenty an hour to do a palm reading in hopes of getting a little more than a psychic reading. In her altered state, she missed much of what happened when these men were in her home.

As Lillia became more disillusioned, her illness overpowered her love for her children. More and more days passed when Elias and his little sister, Cassandra, had nothing to eat and a heating bill to pay and, once again, no rent for the month. They fell deeper and deeper into the trappings of poverty and, suddenly, nothing could get them out.

The last proverbial shoe dropped when the family was evicted. Lillia, in the midst of her psychotic break, was confined to a mental asylum after she did things that would horrify her if she were in her right mind. Elias and Cassandra were without anyone else.

Except, they weren't. Lillia had a sister in America, and abruptly, they were shipped across the world. At this point, Elias was eleven years old and should have received his Hogwarts letter. He was magical, of course, but in the sudden transportation from England to America, he never got his letter. It seemed he was lost to the wizarding community for good.

But, five years later, Elias was found back in England with no explanation.Hogwarts was able to track him down and finally send him his letter. Elias was hardly shocked when he received it, and instead diligently packed his bags, as if about to embark on a quest for answers.


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

House Request: Hufflepuff

Personality:

Growing up in his tumultuous, unstable household, Elias had to learn to be independent and strong starting from when he was very young. He has an almost maternal instinct, and his first thought is always to protect others rather than defend himself. This gives him a reputation of being very dependable and constant, a fact he is quite proud of. He prides himself on being a caretaker - the person everyone goes to with their troubles, and nothing makes him happier than helping others and feeling useful. He is always selfless and generous. While this is one of his best attributes, it is also where his greatest flaws lie.

His basic fear is that he is unlovable. This stems from a childhood of neglect and something deeper within him that constantly badgers the idea in his head that he is unworthy. Because of this fear, Elias obsesses over being wanted and loved. Therefore, he struggles with anxiety issues that sometimes keep him from going about his life properly. He has a lot of trouble recognizing that he has his own needs that need to be addressed and worked on because he is always fixated on solving the problems of everyone else.

Even though he is not particularly gifted in the arts, he loves painting and uses it as his creative outlet. He is also an avid listener of music and always dances (albeit awfully) like no one is watching.

At his heart, Elias is a helper. He is most happy when others around him are happy, and he would give his everything and more to do just that.

Appearance:

Elias is tall and slender with pale skin that burns quite easily. His dark curls and brows are unruly on the best of days. Strangely enough, his hands are often said to be his best feature - long, agile fingers; like those belonging to a pianist. His personal style is casual and comfy, meaning sweaters and t-shirts are a big part of his wardrobe. As an avid artist, his clothes are often spattered with some form of painting medium. He is attractive, but perhaps less conventionally so, with a more delicate look about his features.


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh'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."

~

Elias sat, cross-legged on the dirt. He had his sketchbook open in front of him, a drawing pen in hand, and beautiful red poppies as his faithful subject. He was trying to improve his sketching skills, but having a pen in hand was even more uncomfortable than trying to draw with quills. The weight was so different compared to paint brushes; so much heavier, and restricting, too. But he could only get better with more practice, so practice he did.

When he drew, Elias had to enter the zone or else he would get distracted by everything. So it was only when the sounds of scuffling and struggle were literally a handful of yards away that he looked up.

It was a boy, head buried in a flower bed just in front of him. His nose was running and he looked dreadful. Elias winced in sympathy.

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

Elias blinked. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. It's, uh..." he trailed off, then swiped his thumb under his own nose. "You've got something, there." He quickly yanked open his bag and pulled out a handkerchief (he always had extras: spring was ripe in the air, and it seemed like everyone but him had allergies). "Here, use this. Are you looking for something? I'd be happy to help."


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Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Daisy Kawaguchi Re-Application
« Last post by Daisy Kawaguchi on 18/04/2018 at 11:08 »
No worries Caly!

Number of New Levels Requested: +4

New Levels Request: C4D3T5S4

Thank you :)
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Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Daisy Kawaguchi Re-Application
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 18/04/2018 at 07:56 »
Hi, Daisy!

Your application looks great, you’ll just need to adjust your requested levels before we can get you accepted.

You originally apped Daisy for the 1951-52 term. As per the castle dropout levelling rules, you are eligible to claim 2 automatic levels for each term you did not claim levels (1951-52, 1952-53), which gives you a total of 4 levels to add to your current levels.

No need to repost your whole application — if you could let us know your new levels request below, we can get you accepted as soon as possible. If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me.

Thanks!
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Hogwarts School Accepted / Daisy Kawaguchi Re-Application
« Last post by Daisy Kawaguchi on 18/04/2018 at 07:06 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Daisy Noriko Kawaguchi

Birthday: 8th July, 1938

Hometown: Westminster, London

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): 5th, 6th

Biography:
Takeshi Kawaguchi was born the fifth of seven sons in Kyoto of the Kansai region. That the Kawaguchi family should consist of so many young men was in many ways auspicious. The line had produced samurai and shogun alike, prospering most in the glory days of the Meiji Era. Since that time the family had endeavoured in far more peaceful pursuits, working their way as diplomats and in various forms of government.

It was this aspect of adopted statesmanship that would ultimately lead Takeshi to London, England. At eighteen years old the young Takeshi had not yet taken up a profession. His older brother Hiroyuki however, had followed the family tradition and recently acquired a new position in the Japanese Consulate of London. It was decided that Takeshi would follow him to England in the pursuit of further study, taking residence at King’s College in Strand.

It was fate that when Takeshi arrived on the doorstep of his new student digs the previous term had not yet finished. Alternative accommodation was required for the few weeks left until students had scarpered for their summer vacation. Hurriedly a replacement was sought, and it was through this misadventure that Takeshi came to take up placement in the family run lodge of Miss Shirley Thistlethwaite. At twenty years old she stood two years in front of the young Japanese man but she was kind, warm and enchanted by the foreigner that had arrived on their doorstep. Shirley too had come from a larger family - in her case a multitude of both brothers and sisters. Takeshi adapted to English life well, especially with Shirley acting as his teacher and guide, and for his part the young man was quiet, polite and generous. When he asked permission of Mr Thistlethwaite  to court her there were no objections. When he asked for her hand in marriage three months later he received a warm handshake.

Their first born was, in Kawaguchi tradition, a boy – named John for his English grandfather. Daisy would follow, albeit some years later and shortly before the outbreak of World War II. It would this event which would permanently alter the trajectory of the young Kawaguchi family. The Sino-Japanese war and British wariness of Japan’s increased military aggression had already begun to place pressure on the small Japanese community that existed within London. As war with Germany was declared, the Japanese Embassy actively encouraged its citizens to return home. Takeshi’s brother Hiroyuki and his Japanese wife would heed this advice, returning to the Kawaguchi’s roots on the island of Honshu. Takeshi however faced a greater dilemma. With his English wife and young children Takeshi had made his home. He chose to stay, sealing the family’s fate to the small, rainy, British Isles.

The war years would not be easy. Takeshi had taken up employment as a journalist, reporting on world news for an independent paper of the northern London burroughs. His employment however was ceased abruptly in 1940 due to apparent “staffing issues”. Though the family had experienced some prejudice with the general, mounting fear of foreigners, the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbour turned this to open hostility. Shirley suffered the suspicion and abuse of her neighbours, and Takeshi for a short time was even interned. Daisy perhaps escaped a great deal because of her age – her brother John however was not so lucky. The difficulty of that time, not to mention the horrors ultimately inflicted on Japan at the wars end, would leave a permanent mark on the Kawaguchi family.

Growing up, Daisy was no different to the other little girls her age. Takeshi and Shirley were united in the moulding of their children, instructing always the principles of good manners and obedience. It was perhaps for this reason that Daisy barely stood out at all amongst her peers. Apart from her looks (most strongly of Takeshi), quiet, studious and entirely non-confrontational Daisy was easily forgotten within a class. No one would have suspected that she was in fact quite different as strange things had occurred throughout her life. She would suddenly find herself at the bottom of the stairs, even though she could have sworn she had only walked halfway down. One moment she would be patting the neighbourhood cat and oddly it would start acquiring a blueish tinge before erupting into the colour of bright turquoise. Daisy could not ignore such bizarre happenings but neither did she seek to confide their occurrence to anyone else. John, perhaps from his childhood experiences, was at times a bully and Daisy had few friends she trusted enough to divulge such irrational things.

Her Hogwarts letter would explain it all. Takeshi and Shirley were naturally shocked, and initially entirely resistant to her attending such a place. Daisy however, could only feel a sense of relief and excitement. Ultimately her parents would relent, and the day she stepped onto the Hogwarts Express would remain one of the most memorable of her life.

Daisy would take to Hogwarts like a fish to water. While not overtly high achieving she was a diligent student. She made a few loose friends, though quite discreetly no one too close. A maintenance of social appearance was all she required. She discovered a natural aptitude for transfiguration, gobstones and wizards chess. She made some small contributions to Spellbound and participated briefly in dueling and quidditch. Ultimately however she kept largely to her work.

There is no doubt however that the quiet life that Daisy has been living is soon to change. She has increasing pressures on her from her muggleborn father to return home and fulfill the ‘normal’ expectations of a young woman. This is as far from Daisy’s hopes and dreams as you can get and ultimately, it is likely to cause significant tension in her life. The year will certainly be a year of growth for Daisy and perhaps it will be the time for her to finally step into her own.

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

House Request: Gryffindor as it’s where she was sorted previously.

Personality:
In her father's culture there is an expectation for women to be two things: mild mannered and obedient. Daisy, however, is a lion at heart. For much of her life has dutifully followed rules, regulations and expectations. However as she grows into womanhood, Daisy is starting to seek her own autonomy. Daisy is far from the meek little girl her family believe her to be and she is starting to push boundaries, albeit subtly, to find out how far she can go.  Recent pressures from her father are pushing this further and at a faster pace than Daisy herself would have expected. There are some suggestions that she should soon finish at Hogwarts, despite graduation, and return to the family home to work for the family business and ultimately settle down. Daisy, unsurprisingly, has no intentions to do so.

Part of Daisy’s independence comes from a deep desire to understand the world around her. Daisy is in a constant state of seeking and questioning. This understanding however is not necessarily aligned with empathy. She is less concerned with the feelings of her peers and more interested in how they think. At times she may appear arrogant, and in her worst moments utterly detached to the suffering of others. A good education in social graces has kept this less attractive aspect of Daisy’s personality somewhat under wraps, but as she extends out from her more traditional roots this is likely to come more to light.

Ultimately however, Daisy finds delight in difference. This makes her an unlikely but loyal friend to those that may find themselves somewhat isolated or on the social periphery. She is also starting to develop a strong sense of justice. This with her increasing boldness makes her a good ally for those she feels sided with.

Appearance:
 Daisy stands shorter than the majority of her peers and slight. She has long black hair, cut bluntly below the shoulders with a fringe skimming the top of her eyebrows. Her skin is pale with a few scattered freckles crossing the bridge of her nose. Eyes are dark brown. She has a small, light red birthmark the size of a coin on the right side of her neck just above the collarbone.


→ RETURNING STUDENTS.

Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application): Previous Application, 3rd Year

Number of New Levels Requested: +8

New Levels Request: C5D4T6S5

How your character kept up with their studies: During this time Daisy would have continued to attend class regularly. While she is not an outstanding student, should would be expected to have still maintained an average set of marks similar to the majority of her peers.

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OLEPLAY.

Option I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.



“No. She’s most definitely not.”

The study session for her O.W.L.s had run later than expected. It was not surprising – group activities were typically disorganized and they probably lacked a secure leader to direct them all in their objectives. Daisy herself was perhaps not as committed as she should have been. She had not approached them herself but had been asked to join. With the loom of end of year exams before her she had figured what there was to lose.

Two hours apparently.

To be fair, she was frustrated. It was clear that should they be able to work better together the group would thrive. As it was, there were too many differeing opinions on what direction they should take, what they should study, how it should be presented. Daisy herself had spent the majority of time re-reading her, ultimately useless and non-productive. Now she was tired.

“What are you doing?”

She stepped out of the shadows to find herself in front of a small girl, recognizeable only from the crimson of her robes. Though Sorting ceremony had taken place only a few weeks ago, Daisy could not remember a single new face. She was not particularly invested in the younger children, had no aspirations towards prefectship or predisposition towards more motherly acts. The small girl, however, was clearly quite out of place. Daisy could almost hear the shivering of her knees.

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Student Applications / ACCEPTED: Eleanor Valentine
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 17/04/2018 at 00:54 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted. Term begins 01 May.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8115.0
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Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Eleanor Valentine
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 17/04/2018 at 00:52 »


Miss Valentine,

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

Term begins 01 May 2018. 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.


Sincerely,


Headmistress
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Melinda Tabitha Carlotta Toomey

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Brick Dumay, Marvin Fleisher, Amos Feinbary, Irma Wolffe (Scrivner)

Character age: November 7, 1926 (25 almost 26)

Character education: Graduate of Houston Holistic Academy, Texas, USA, 1945
Associate's Degree in Chaos and Entropy Studies from Canberra Coven Collegiate, Australia (focus abroad), June 1949.
Bachelor's Degree in Advanced Transfiguration Theory from Texas College of Thaumaturgy and Transfiguration, Texas, USA, June 1953.

Strength and weaknesses (details please): Mindy is not naturally gifted in Transfiguration, despite what her degrees (and stats) might suggest.  In fact, she found the subject incredibly difficult- and that weakness on her part led her to drive headlong into the subject.  She went from lowest-in-class to graduating with Honors in Transmogrifications, and this propelled her head-first into her field of study abroad.

If Ms. Toomey has a weakness, it is in her unwillingness to admit she has a weakness.  Her Divination skills are quite lacking, and she tends to downplay her lack of wand prowess when possible.

Ms. Toomey placed fifth in the United States Magical Schools Chess Nationals circa 1944.

Physical description: Mindy's mother is of mixed African/Native American descent; she claims Irish ancestry through her paternal great-grandfather.  She is not officially a member of any tribe; her parents abandoned the 'old ways' and moved to Texas years before she was born.  She is 5'6" tall, with brown eyes shocked with silver and very curly dark hair that she likes to wear long and free.  She is slight of build but lithe- bordering on athletic.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Ms. Toomey is, in a word, driven.  She can be snippish if pushed, but will drone on enthusiastically about advanced theories and grandiose experiments if put on the right path.  She has no desire for a love life at this time- in college she had a short-lived and spurious affair with one of her professors that put her off men entirely.

She also shows little compassion for animals- they are just another form to transfigure, with complexities that make them difficult but satisfying when accomplished.  That said, she has over two dozen small wooden statuettes of marsupials, mostly of Australian Aboriginal design. Rumor has it that at least one of them is actually a transfigured koala bear...

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Ms. Toomey is a fresh-out-of-college graduate with grandiose hopes and dreams of molding the next generation of Witch and Wizard.  It is her belief that, through extravagant and vigorous use of Transfiguration, the world could be transformed for the better.  She embraces the idea of magical/no-maj hybrid creations, though she knows the strict policies of both her native homeland and Wizarding Britain regarding such devices.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):
People never expected much out of Little Mindy.  She was terrible slow at her wandwork,her fingers fumbling at nearly every step most days.  Her wand as a youth had been thick as a fat thumb, because she’d broken three ‘dainty, delicate’ ones in her first year.  She was uncoordinated, unkempt, and honestly a little hard to love.

But she was doggedly determined.  Desperately diligent- the hardest things, the impossible things, were the things she pushed against so hard.  She would find herself exhausted and in tears most days.  Passed out in the middle of her room, only to wake up the next day with the end of her last spell already at her lips, her wand ready to crackle to life with her first moments.

Her father was a successful man.  An outspoken and marvelous man who got his way by virtue of his impressive vocabulary and even more impressive work ethic.  Her father never stopped working, not even on Sunday.  She wouldn’t dare let him down!

Her mother was a successful woman.  Beautiful and brilliant, with the social grace of a swan and twice the charm.  Her parties and soirées and get-togethers brought the most prestigious witches and wizards from around the world, and between the two of them, Toomey Tunics and Ties was the hottest American brand around.

But nobody expected Little Mindy to have that drive.  She was the silver-spoonfed child.  The Great Disappointment, even from the beginning.  She didn’t learn to walk until almost two.  Had a terrible stutter in Elementary school- her mind was too unfocused, her head always swiveling after every little thing.  She didn’t keep her hair brushed.  Her clothes in order.  There was never any time for those things.

Those things were things she’d inherited.

Nothing that people gave her was acceptable.  She’d come to resent anything she didn’t specifically earn  Anything that came easy.  From her earliest memories, it was the things she didn’t have that were alluring.

Fast forward ten years. Graduation, with a full-ride scholarship from Toomey Tunics and Ties from her father and the Board of Trustees.  A celebration party of Titanic proportions headed by her mother.  Celebrities were invited.  Elbows to be rubbed.  Behinds to be kissed.

She’d announced her decision to study abroad- with the Yankunytjatjara dream-walkers in Australia.  Not one red cent would she accept from any of the party-goers.  Not one!  It had been scandalous, and Little Mindy had once again shown she was not going places in this world.

They had been an eye-opening experience.  They showed her changes she’d never even imagined, in directions and with intentions she’d never even dreamed.  After almost two full years in the bush, she returned to ‘civilization’ a new woman.  Ready.  Willing.  Able.

Little Mindy fell behind almost immediately, so caught up in her newfound freedoms and feelings that she fell headlong into every snare imaginable. An affair with a professor.  A night in a no-maj jail. A victim of her own naivete.  If not for her old ways- her stubborn pursuit of what she didn’t have, she might have ended up Little Mindy forever.

She recovered.  She sailed through.  On the day she graduated college, the speaker (an Alum of Hogwarts) had made it clear that it was unlikely that any of them would wind up in such a prestigious place.  It was an impossible dream.

That was all it took.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
Roleplay Response:

Hogwarts was… bigger than she expected.  Sure, it was the premiere wizarding school in Britain, talked about even in the States.  Sure, it was arguably the biggest challenge of her life to even consider working here.  Far removed from the brick and mortar of HHA, or the mud and stick wiltja of Canberra- this place was Stone slabs and Wood beams and absolutely reeked of magical construction.

She couldn’t help but be awed by the majesty of it all.  She found herself stalling, spending perhaps a little too much time admiring the aesthetic of the halls, the placement of the Portraits, the intriguing layout of the staircases.  It was only when she was reminded by her pocketwatch- a piece she’d only just picked up at a Pawn Shoppe of all places- that she was going to be late.

Her curses met pursed lips as she hurried down the hall to the obviously magnanimous doors of her potential employer.  This was not the best way to make a first impression!  She knocked; what good Texas lass wouldn’t knock at this most fantastic door?

”You are late.” came the woman who looked of hellfire and scorpions.  She had turned up her intimidation to at least a twelve.  Mindy, for what it was worth, stared her down.

“Begging yer pardon, ma’am… madam… Madame… Headmistress!” she fumbled, unsure which word was endearing here in the UK and which meant a saloon-girl.  In the end, her Title would suffice, she decided.  “There are a million million million universes where that statement just ain’t so.  There’s one, in fact, where you’re so impressed by my punctuality that you hire me on the spot.  I’m not saying you’re her- you are though, in every real sense- but I would like to take this time to thank her- you- for being so kind...”

She cleared her throat, “I am Melinda Tabitha Carlotta Toomey, your new Transfigurations Professor here at Hogwarts.”  She held out her hand, but did not wait long for a reply, “I know what yer thinkin’- ‘That remains to be seen’, but I assure you, I’ll change your mind. That’s what I do, change.  Wouldn’t be worth my salt in Transfigurations if I couldn’t change something like that!”
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Hogwarts School Accepted / Eleanor Valentine
« Last post by Eleanor Valentine on 16/04/2018 at 02:47 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Eleanor Rae Valentine

Birthday: July 25, 1941

Hometown: Lakeside Walk, Hogsmeade

Bloodline:
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): Second, first

Biography:
Eleanor Rae Valentine’s life has been somewhat unremarkable. She lives with her two parents, Isabelle and Alexander Valentine, in Hogsmeade, where she’s always lived. She also has a younger brother, Max, whose favorite hobby is discovering new and exciting ways to get his sister into trouble. Ellie visits with her grandfather on the weekends. She has a Siamese cat named Kismet. Her mother was Ravenclaw Head of House for a while, although now she works doing independent research (or so that’s what she claims). Her father works for the Ministry in the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad. There’s not much to know.

Both parents were Ravenclaws, and so Ellie’s parents have Expectations, with a capital “E”. She thinks this is ridiculous, because last she checked, she was her own person with her own Expectations (with a capital “E”). Ellie’s mother says she gets that from her father.

Because of the Expectations, Ellie was homeschooled, rather than sent to a traditional magical primary school. Her tutors often grew frustrated with her, because she would frequently hide a novel or a how-to manual or some other reading material behind her schoolbooks. It wasn’t (isn’t) that Ellie didn’t (does) enjoy school; she did (does). But she wanted to learn what she wanted to learn, and when she wanted to learn it. She didn’t (and doesn’t) understand why that fact is so difficult for adults to comprehend.

Another thing that (most) adults didn’t (don’t) understand was that Ellie had (has) worlds inside her head. Anything she read wound up there, filed away into little islands that she could visit whenever she wanted. Practical information was filed away in drawers, ready for her to pluck it out if needed. Her brain was alive with color and sound, and she more often preferred to spend time there than in the “real” world, despite others’ attempts to pull her out.


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

House Request: Ravenclaw (because lol it’s me)

Personality:
Eleanor is, generally, a good kid. She’s her father’s daughter in most respects - a little more serious than her mother, a little less intense than her dad. She’s a passable flyer, but it’s not her favorite pastime. Ellie’s favorite thing is reading, and she’s very likely to be found with her nose in a book, although frequently not the book she should be reading. Much like her father, socialization isn’t...well, it’s not that it’s not her strong point. Her social skills are fine. It’s just that she often prefers not to.

Appearance:
Ellie is slightly above the average height for her age. She has reddish brown hair, but her eyes (and expression) more resemble her father’s quiet intensity. She has a fair and slightly freckled complexion, and would probably burn easily in the sun if she were an outdoorsy type. Ellie is slender, more legs than anything and is starting to look like a gangly teenager.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh'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."



“It’s not polite to go around yelling, either,” Eleanor interjected. “Nor is it polite to go around trampling flowers. They’ve got feelings, you know.” She knew this because she had read Alice in Wonderland, and all of the flowers in that book had feelings. There was absolutely no reason to believe that the peonies and daffodils in the garden here were any different. You couldn’t hear them talk or yelp, but maybe that’s because humans didn’t speak flower, or maybe because their vocalizations were at a frequency humans just couldn’t hear. Maybe it was both.

Ellie decided it was probably both.

She had come out here to the garden to get some reading - and thinking - done. All she was getting done now was yelling at this nitwit who, from the sound of it, had misplaced his pet rat.

With good reason, too, it would seem. If she was this chap’s rat, she would’ve run straight away. Actually, she probably would have nipped his finger for good measure, then run away.

Ellie grimaced as the boy wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Speaking of impolite,” she remarked, her nose wrinkled in disgust. “Perhaps that’s what your rat ran away. He was tired of being…,” she looked up from her long enough to regard the boy, “...dribbled on.”

She changed her mind. If she were this boy’s rat, she would not have nipped his finger before running. Unsanitary.

“You’ve got a wand, haven’t you?” Ellie continued, without looking up from the book she was reading. “Why not just Summon it and be done?”

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Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Ben Collins
« Last post by Marina Lamont on 16/04/2018 at 00:29 »
Dear Mr. Collins ,

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

Term begins 1 September. 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,

Deputy Headmistress
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