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Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Daphne Pernille
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 16/12/2017 at 23:16 »
Dear Miss Pernille,

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

Term begins 1 January 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
Adults & Children / Re: Qui Vereis // Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Qui Vaires on 16/12/2017 at 03:41 »
I made a mistake, I got the year wrong, the character age should be marked as 31.
Adults & Children / Qui Vereis // Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Qui Vaires on 16/12/2017 at 03:30 »
E L S E W H E R E  A D U L T
Character Name: Qui Vaires

Age: 26


Vaires Manor


Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?

Requested Magic Levels:
Charms: 10
Divination: 5
Transfiguration: 10
Summoning: 7

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
I have none

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Qui Vajes Vaires was born in the Pure-blooded Ancient and Noble House of Vaires on August 11th, 1921 to Lord Kai and Lady June Vaires who both died in a duel sometime after Qui was birthed in Australia. At the age of five, Qui moved from Australia to England with his guardians where he then resided in the family manor for the next six years of his life until Qui received his acceptation letter into Hogwarts, of which he accepted. It was a surprise that Qui hadn't been sorted into Ravenclaw, but into Slytherin; after all, he had spent most of his life up until Hogwarts locked away in the family's ancient library studying many forms of magic.

When in Diagon Alley, Qui purchased many things, such as his school supplies and a new wardrobe for the coming year - but the most important thing bought that day was what was bought by every Wizard or Witch - a wand! Qui was chosen by a wand of Walnut and Thestral Hair, 10.5 Inches - A good wand for the unaligned and someone with talent in multiple aspects of magic.

Qui was particularly talented in the fields of Transfiguration and Charms, Qui did too have a knack for Potions and Defence and most of his other classes - this is not to say he was the best student in the school, Qui was far from being the best student in Hogwarts, but he was up there.

Qui Graduated Hogwarts with O’s in Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Ancient Runes and Defence against the Dark Arts, E’s in Herbology, Astronomy, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures, and an A in Alchemy and Muggle Studies – A total of 10 NEWTs and 10 OWLs. Upon arriving back at Kings Cross Station, Qui returned to the family Manor for which he stayed a month before going on a traditional worldwide tour, which Qui used to both study new types of magic and relax before returning to England to take the mantle of Head of the Vaires family. Upon arriving back in England, Qui did indeed take over as the head of his family and deemed it unnecessary to apply for a job, instead of living off his inheritance and went to politics and the duelling circuit instead.

After years in the political arena, Qui would eventually retire and live a private life with his Wife and two children.

You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:
"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Qui gave a shout as he felt some collide with him. Qui whirled around, ready to yell some at the person who dared knock on him. A mere moment before he could let his anger run course, the man started giving a bumbling apology, quite the embarrassing thing it was, caused Qui to just stare until the poor man went quiet. “You’re apologies are meaningless” Qui sharply said “Be on your way you blundering fool” with that. Qui turned with a sneer and glided across the snow, leaving the old man sputtering behind him looking to almost be in tears.

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Shop Permits / APPROVED: Lilac Tree Greenhouse | Shop Permit
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 15/12/2017 at 14:26 »
Congratulations! This shop has been approved.

Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Lilac Tree Greenhouse | Shop Permit
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 15/12/2017 at 14:25 »
Hogwarts School Accepted / Oswald Viggano (Reapplication)
« Last post by Oswald A. Viggano on 15/12/2017 at 10:05 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Oswald A. Viggano

Birthday: 26 December 1938

Hometown: London


Magical Strength (pick one):

Magical Weakness (pick one):

Year (pick two):3rd or 4th

There was not a lot of things that made Oswald angry. There were not a lot of people that he found issues with either, considering he distanced himself away from them. His family was all he needed when it came to making connections and relationships. He had plenty of cousins on both sides of his family, and then of course he had his brother and sister. No need to look for other company.

Of course family also made you angry.

Nicholas could make him angry by coloring in his books. It had been a tantrum as he had shouted out all the words he could, some not even making sense and then crying because his brother was crying. That of course had only happened once. Oswald learned to hide the books he didn’t want his brother touching after that. Tiril also made him angry, but it was easier to let it go. She was only two.

His mother…

He really could not be angry at her. He wanted to at times, but he couldn’t. So when he could not be angry at her, he was angry at his father. It was easier to be angry at him considering he always acted the same way when anyone was angry at him. Smiling and shrugging it off as something of no consequence. It was aggravating, and it was even more aggravating when his father ignored the glare he was currently giving him.

It meant he would have to speak.

“You lied.”

The motion of the spoon in his father’s hand paused at that accusation. It was less than a second but he could see his father’s face twitch with annoyance before the spoon continued its original path. Mouth opening and removing the ice cream that had been on it before setting it back down in the bowl, “Define, lie.”

“You said I could have a snake.”

Hazel eyes blinked at him. Only making his scowl more prominent as his father just smiled and shook his head, “I said we’d consider it.” By we, Oswald knew it was only his father that made that decision. If he had gone with his mother he would have a snake resting on his shoulders by now and it would not be an issue. His father had foreseen that possibility though. Which is why he had volunteered himself to go with Oswald for most of his school supplies while his mother went and took Nicholas and Tiril for a playdate.

“Lie of omission.”

Frank gave a chuckle, “Peanut…If you want to be a barrister you’ll have to do better than that. You made an assumption that was wrong. Circumstantial doesn’t hold up in court.”

Oswald gave a scoff, glaring now at the ice cream that was slowly melting in the bowl. The argument was not over. He was not going to let it be over, considering he was determined to get a snake. He was going to Hogwarts, that meant he had to have someone he could talk to, and read with, and wouldn’t mind if he didn’t talk. There was not much he was looking forward to when it came to going to hogwarts. He was not allowed to bring his own broom as a first year, and then different houses was annoying. What happened if he got sorted into one house and his brother got sorted into another? There was also the expectation of him being sorted into Slytherin. He did not think it would be that bad, but what if he wasn’t? Would his parents think less of him?

He took a deep breath, determined not to throw a tantrum in the middle of the street. He was the oldest. He had to set an example, and even then his father was not going to react to it. At least not how he wanted him to react. To see his father embarrassed would have been pleasant, but public tantrums did not affect Frank that way. It was aggravating that no matter what he did, his father seemed to know how to react to make him feel like he was in the wrong. It was not that he hated his father, but he just wanted his father, FOR ONCE, to act like a predictable adult.

“I want a reason.” He deserved a reason. His father was not completely unreasonable. He was able to get things he wanted by coming to compromise. He just needed to learn what his father wanted of him, and then he would figure out a way that would make the snake the answer. He was creative enough to figure out how to get out of a few playdates his parents had set up, and to avoid summer camp this term. He could creatively figure out an argument here.

His father looked thoughtful. Hazel eyes taking a moment to simply study Oswald and his current body language. The spoon filled with another taste of ice cream lifted up but dropped after a moment as he sighed, “Oswald, you need to socialize with people.”

His nose crinkled at that response. His brows furrowing as he looked confused and then incredulous that the only reason why he couldn’t have a snake was because he didn’t socialize. He opened his mouth ready to interject before snapping it shut as his father gave him a look that basically shot that argument down. His father was an Auror. It was almost impossible to lie to him, which is why he had to have a creative argument, or a lie that was amusing enough so that his father will let it pass.

“A snake will help me socialize.” His hands clasped the edge of the table as he latched onto that idea. “It’s simple. They are curious, I talk about the snake. I tell them it’s a Lichanura trivirgata, or a rosy boa. Then inform them of her name and I can show them how to hold her correctly and what she likes to eat and then we can sit and read and play with the snake and…” The unimpressed look his father was giving was telling Oswald that he was not falling for this. Oswald was not going to talk to anyone about the snake. It was rare he said more than one syllable words to people that were not family. Even though he had been doing research on the type of snake he wanted for the entire year, and could answer any question posed to him about the snake he wanted he really was not interested in sharing that information with just anyone. If they wanted to learn about it they could do what he did and read.

The scowl returned as he crossed his arms over his chest watching his father take a few more bites of his ice cream.

“... I don’t want to socialize. You can’t make me.” It was petulant, and a step in the wrong direction but he could not see any way he could win at the moment.

“No… I can’t. But you need to learn how to socialize and talk to people.”

Oswald could argue that there really was no point in doing that. Their family was rich with enough connections in which he could survive without needing to get a job that required socializing. Even then his goal was simply to be a proofreader or a writer of fiction. A ghostwriter even. He didn’t mind talking to ghosts so much, they were easier to get rid of compared to people.

“Look… We both know you only got three options. One is complain to your mother, two is being stubborn or... “

Oswald gave a growl as he groaned out the third option, “Make a deal…”

Complaining to his mother was the first option, but it was unlikely she would say yes when his father said no. She could probably convince Frank to let him have a pet, but it would take a few days and even then if he mentioned it, it would simply add unnecessary drama on a day she had been looking forward to. She was practically giddy at the idea of going with Oswald to get his wand. It had been awhile since he had seen her like that, since Sammie died. That would be unfair to her.

Then of course he could be stubborn.

Waiting it out until next year when he could figure out how to get his mother to go shopping with him rather than his father. He would have to plan quite a bit for that, and even then if it did not work he would have to wait another year for it to happen.

“What are the terms?”

Frank beamed at him, which just made Oswald grimace in response. “Don’t look so happy.” He realized his mistake as his father raised a brow and the beaming smile turned into a smirk.

“Disrespect before negotiation, not a really smart move. I was going to go easy on you but now...”

He scrunched his eyes closed before taking a deep breath and sitting up, Hands clasped in front of him as he steeled himself. “Terms.”

Frank nodded his head, “I want three names. Descriptions, general likes and dislikes, along with some photographic proof of you actually socializing with them.”

He blinked eyes drifting off as he figured he could probably fake that pretty easily. Getting information shouldn’t be too hard. Neither would pictures.

“And then… You need to invite classmates to your birthday party.”

“Party?” That was not what he wanted. He blinked tilting his head and furrowing his brows, “Define party.”

That may be a problem.

“Peanut… You know what a party is. At least ten names for invitations, and four for sure guests that you don’t bribe. You do this, then you can have a snake.”

 Note to self, stop being disrespectful to his father before terms.


Oswald looked at the melted ice cream in front of him before looking at the empty bowl his father had. Situations playing in his head as he tried to figure out the best possible solution to the problem that had been given to him. At a party he would be expected to socialize, and most likely his mother and father would invite more than just the ten names. Bribery was his first option of course, but his father probably would sabotage that somehow. He’d have to coach people through some questions his father may ask in an interrogation.

He pressed his lips together before clearing his throat, “One birthday party?”

Frank tilted his head nodding his head to one side and then the other before nodding his head, “Okay, but you need to go to summer camp then.”

He opened his mouth and then sighed. He would get his snake in the summer. Once he got the snake there was no need to continue with the agreement. All terms would be met. His father waited for another beat or two before offering out his hand for Oswald to shake.

He either agreed or he didn’t get a snake.

So he reached across and nodded his head, “Deal.”

He could do this. He knew he could do this. He wanted his snake.

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

House Request: Ravenclaw

An analytical day-dreamer, Oswald will find himself lost in his thoughts a lot of the time. He is very organized and a varacious reader, reading everything he can on a subject before moving onto another when his curiosity is satisfied. His attention usuallyu in a book or a journal which he writes down observations or random thoughts. Most of the time people assume he is not paying attention, but if forced to interact or snapped out of his thoughts he can give a quick and snarky response. He's not all that fond of socializing considering that he thinks most people his age are not interesting or smart enough to be considered worth his time, and those that are older usually treat him like a child.

Note: This section is only for students who have been previously played at Hogwarts. Please see here for more information about Castle Dropouts levels/how many levels you are eligible to claim.

Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application): I keep on missing check-in

Number of New Levels Requested:2

New Levels Request:C2D3T0S1

How your character kept up with their studies: They were still at Hogwarts, they just kept to themselves.

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.

Oswald had headed to the potions classroom in an attempt to acquire a book on the development and research behind the use of potions that could possibly help in social situations. He knew of course that there was already a liquid of sorts used to help create bonds and forge friendships, but gigglejuice and that sort was not allowed at his age. It also smelled terrible, made you sick, and caused people to act like idiots. Which was not what he wanted at all.

His search had come up somewhat successful. A book held in his arms as he dribbled a rubber ball down the hallway as he walked. Focusing on hand eye coordination, he was practicing for quidditch so that he would not be immediately put on the bench. If he showed enough promise he would have a better chance to be out flying than sitting on the sidelines jealous of the opportunity given to others and not himself. Alternating between one to three bounces, he found himself stopping as a small voice seemed to echo down the hallway.

The ball squeezed in his hand he stood there debating if he should walk back to the classroom or continue forward. He could attempt conversation. He did have a transaction he had to honor. He should at least see who had made it down here, along with puzzle out why she wanted to talk to Birch.

Of what he understood Ghosts generally stuck to where they died. Especially if it was violently. Though they could move between places that were familiar to them. Was it possible for Emma Birch to be down here? He furrowed his brows as he sifted through what information he did know about ghosts. Then blinked as the echoing of the girl's timid voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"No. You're doing it wrong."

That is if she really wanted to talk to Birch, the best way to do it would be to try a seance or to actually summon a spirit. He walked into the girl's eyeline blinking with green eyes at her. Attempting to gain what knowledge he could simply by looking at her appearance.

"If you want to talk to her I can show you a book with the proper procedure," He frowned as he took a deep breath, "But if not. Then shut up and leave." There was no reason the dead should be disturbed for a prank.



Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Too many... Frank Viggano Jr, George Viggano, Xerxes Gerdher, Kristoffer Carlisle Vincenzo Nicolosi, Andrei Voskhod, Edward Carlisle, Quincy Carlisle, Silva Ricardus, Caleb Lance, B. Foster, Jane Montclaire, Eirian Aalmers

How did you find us?: Referred

Character name: Bailey James McCormick

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Zo & Co

Character age: Thirty-one

Character education: Hogwarts -- Slytherin; 1938
                                         Ministry training -- Auror ; specializing in Hit Wizard
                                         Currently on a hiatus from the department

Strength and weaknesses: Though if asked, Bailey would never boast about having many strengths, but those who truly know him would earnestly disagree. He is as a fiercely loyal, brave, and bold as they come. Once his walls are taken down, and a friendship is made, it is until his last dying breath. Entirely overprotective over those he cares deeply for, it's wholly in his nature to watch over those who cannot defend themselves. Very efficient in his career presently, he enjoys creating a plan and following through, finding contentment within a mission.

In that same breath, the way he cares for others could be viewed as a weakness. At times it could cloud his judgement, choosing a different course of action than he would take with a clearer mind.

Physical description: Bailey stands tall at 6'1 with an athletic build, stemming from his years of morning jogs and rigorous training with the Ministry. Dark brown paired with dark hues seemingly compliments his tanned complexion and sharp facial structure. A somewhat recent scar can be found running from behind his left ear all the way to his collarbone. On the outside of his left wrist would be found three dates in small typewriter print:  07-4-1950, 10-9-1951, and 30-5-1952, symbolizing the dates his four children were born. Under his silver wedding band, a small s can be found on his ring finger, palm up

Even though the second oldest McCormick appears to be cold and distant to strangers, he is actually a very friendly person once one scratches the icy surface. He tends to hold new comers at an arm’s length, his defense always on high alert due to his many years as an Auror. He has a tendency to be cautious, trying to analyze every person’s intentions in order to know how to approach the situation efficiently. He isn’t one to dance around subjects, nor does he enjoy sugarcoating things, but will do so depending on the sensitivity of the person.

At times, he can be incredibly stubborn, rightfully so. He believes everything happens for a reason, and it isn’t his place to place to question, something his mum taught the boys at a young age. Far too thorough than most, it wouldn’t be that far of a stretch to call Bailey somewhat of a perfectionist. When he makes a plan, he expects it to go as expected and become irritable if that isn’t the case. He will strive to make it work in any way possible, though.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: First and foremost, his wife has been pressuring him to find a safer, more friendly job than his current position as a Hit Wizard. Whilst he feels that’s the only career he’s good at, Serena had reminded him of how much he enjoyed teaching the combat skills in 1944, when he had volunteered alongside his brother in Merlin’s Order of Defense. It was there that he had initially met Serena, never guessing she would one day become his wife.

Biography: Bailey’s childhood had been incredibly, vastly normal. In a home of four boys, there was not a singular dull moment he could think of. Rambunctious as most boys tend to be, he couldn’t remember a time where they ever sat still, except for meals of course. Playing quidditch in the yard and rough housing were his earliest memories of all four boys being of age to play with one another. Life was carefree, and easy, and it only got better as they began at Hogwarts.

Bailey and Joseph were both sorted in Slytherin, where he excelled in quidditch and dueling.  His other two brothers, Finlay and Louis, were sorted in Ravenclaw respectively. They had lived rather average lives during their teen years, just as any other hormonal boy would. At least, until the War had begun. Perhaps it was because of their muggleborn status, or perhaps it was because he wanted to do something greater with life, something Bailey had yet to understand. But the eldest son, Finn, had enlisted in the muggle’s army, and not too long after, Joseph had followed suite.

That had been one of the hardest years of their lives. Parents had disappeared, due to the time warp that plagued the wizarding community, leaving the boys orphaned. Only Louis had been underage, so he had stayed with an uncle for his final year. But not too long after, Joseph had been killed in the War, prompting Finn’s return home, and his entrance into the Merlin’s Order of Defense.

Still, life had to move on, and so did Bailey, throwing himself into work and achieving his Hit Wizard status in no time. Unfortunately, the obstacles were not finished coming forth.

In the summer of ’47, a battle had broken out at a local bar between the Resistance and Hexenreich. It was there Finn had another stroke of bad luck. Due to a mishap with a curse, the eldest son had lost all of his memories, and Bailey had to start completely by scratch. It took a year and a half before things started to come back to him, but never fully restoring.

All the while he had tried to keep a private life thriving, having gotten back into contact with Serena Rose after a year or two of not speaking for whatever reason they had chalked it up to.  It had been a whirlwind of a relationship, full of bumps and burns, but they had come out on top. In 1949, they had gotten married, and he had sealed it with a new house just for her.  In 1950, their first daughter, Lily, had been born, and bringing a permanent light into their life, giving him a sense of fulfillment he had never thought he needed. The summer of1951 brought another daughter by the name of Scarlet, another holy experience.

But not too long after their daughter's birth, brought a whole other kind of experience he hopes to never have to witness again, or go through. The pain was far too much for him to bear and it nearly killed him – and their marriage.  But the birth of premature twin boys in 1952, Finn and Thomas, revived them to this moment.

(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 had gone to her own interview, leaving him with the children in a chaotic mess. He loved his children dearly, more than anything in the world, but he needed a break. With now four little ones, it didn't leave much room for he and his wife to have any time to themselves, but since he had taken a hiatus from the Ministry, it was beginning to be a little easier. It wasn't just up to Serena anymore while he was at work, no, now he was at home helping -- exactly where he wanted to be.

Four children also meant it took longer to get ready, for everyone. Lily was getting to the age where she wanted to help, but Scar was ready to just tear the place apart. And for the most part, the twins were content in their high chairs as Bailey ran around getting everything in order for his wife when she arrived.

With a quick peck and rushed words, he disappeared into the sun.

"Darn staircase," he grumbled as he bounded off the steps in the direction of his destination. He always got caught on that thing, just like the good old days of school. There was no change, except the few feet he grew and the context of his visit. He skidded to an abrupt halt, nearly falling over but caught him by grasping the frame. A swift knock the door, and a twist of the knob, Bailey could feel the icy coldness radiating from the woman.

"You are late."

"I apologize, Headmistress," he said exasperated, internally wincing at the scolding.

No, nothing had changed.

Bailey walked further into the room, trying to slow his breathing, attempting to not make it so crystal clear he had ran the entire way to her office. He didn't want this to sway her decision on the position for him, or for his wife. The last thing he wanted to do was make Serena look bad because he had been late. She wouldn't forgive him, nor could he blame her really. He knew better.

"It's a pleasure to see you again," he outstretched his arm and made an attempt at a warm smile, which honestly, probably looked ridiculous on his face.

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Elsewhere Accepted / ARTEMIS MARQUIS // TWIN DEVIL
« Last post by Artemis Marquis on 14/12/2017 at 22:09 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

Character Name: Artie Marquis

Gender: Female twin.

Age: 11


Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):  
Grant & Katherine Marquis (both NPCs)

Dublin, Ireland

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

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Serena and Co

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
The legend of Polly and Artie was simple…

They were born as twins because there was simply too much energy and mischief to fit into only one person. But their bond was so strong that at times it seemed as though they really were one person. Identical sisters who’s lives revolved around each other and adventure.

The twins were very good at adapting. Their family took part in both muggle and wizarding branches of government. Which mean’t very little to Artie except that it meant dad wasn’t around much because he was very busy.

If anything, having a busy family only strengthened the bonds between her and her sister. One of the many great things about having a twin was that, while they shared most everything, they had different strengths and weaknesses and they were always helping each other get stronger.

Momma Marquis was always trying to tame her wild children but it just couldn’t be done.

Artie would put her skirt on and still climb that tree. What was stopping her?

Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:

Artie twirled around, arms spread wide, hair flying out behind her as she spun around and around in the sunlight until she fell over into the grass. It tickled her skin and she giggled a bit as she glanced up at the sky. The clouds were spinning, or so they seemed to be. Maybe she’d overdone the twirling around bit just a little. Oh well. Dancing clouds were fun.

As the clouds slowly stopped swirling, Artie kicked her shoes off and ran her feet over the grass, still laying on her back. She just loved being outside. The only thing that would make this moment even better would be if her sister would show up. Which she very well could. Polly had a way of showing up at the randomist of times.


“WHAT!?” she shouted, pulling herself into a sitting position and eyeing the demanding girl who’d spoken.

“…Do you want to play?”

“Oh!” Artie said, grabbing for her shoes and quickly shoving her feet into them. If the girl had a game of tag or a race in mind, Artemis certainly wasn’t going to be caught at a disadvantage, “Sure! Betcha I win though? Betcha um…” she hastily tied her laces, “12 chocolate frogs, yeah?”

How did you find us? Google
Suggestions & Questions / Re: Application
« Last post by Evelyn Takamura on 14/12/2017 at 02:17 »
You post them in the student application forum  using the template you can copy and paste from right here!
Suggestions & Questions / Re: Username
« Last post by Evelyn Takamura on 14/12/2017 at 02:14 »
Hey! To change your username, you have to post a help desk ticket!

To do this, click "HELPDESK" at the top of your screen

Then fill out the title as well as the name you want it changed to (the name of your character you want to play) and submit it!

An admin will change it for you soon! Hope this helps <3

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