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Name: Beatrice Cassandra-Marie Blythe

Birthday: 7 August, 1942

Hometown: Hutton-le-Hole, Yorkshire

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): First, Second

Biography:
Bee’s mother, Lilah Blythe, was young and conspicuously unmarried when she returned to her parent’s farm in the Yorkshire moors in the summer of 1942. Raised by her Muggle parents on a rather remote sheep farm, Delilah was happy to leave home for Hogwarts, and her supportive - though bewildered - parents were proud to imagine the education she would receive. After graduating in 1940 Lilah moved to London, where she took a low-level secretarial job at the ministry and tried to forget her Muggle roots, living a life her more traditional parents would scarcely approve of.

Lilah’s less-than-traditional lifestyle brought her back to Yorkshire - pregnant and without a ring. Despite their disapproval and the judgement of the other locals, Edith and Patrick Blythe welcomed their daughter and then their granddaughter with open arms.

Bee was brought up primarily by her grandmother, as her mother and grandfather both worked - Lilah back at the ministry and Patrick in attempting to sustain his farm. Home schooled by her strict Gram, Bee developed a keen sense of right and wrong, and strongly feels injustice. Bee is a strong self advocator, and will fight for what she needs until she drops. Supplementing her Muggle schooling, her mother taught her some magic as soon as her aptitude emerged. She also picked up more practical skills from her Grandfather and enjoys spending time with the animals of the farm.

Though her grandparents were somewhat apprehensive when she received her Hogwarts letter, Bee is ecstatic to begin school. She hopes to make new friends, as she has had little opportunity to do so up until this point.


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

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality:
Bee is honest to a fault, inclined to kindness but easily angered. Thoroughly ambitious, Bee’s goal in life is to prove herself, but also to make a broader point about halfbloods, as she has long felt anger at the prejudice she and others face.

Appearance:
Bee is short for her age and young for her year, making her feel like she always needs to go one step farther, and willing to fight anyone who insults her height or calls her young.

→ 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 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:

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."




Bee loved the flowers of Hogwarts slightly less than the heather of Yorkshire. They were more varied, to be sure, but that color was chaotic and almost overwhelming. Still, they were beautiful, and Bee was happy to escape the grey of the castle.

Quiet was something she hadn’t fully realized her love for until she’d encountered the bustle of the castle. At home, the noises were all from the farm yard, the cries of the sheep and the cows, occasionally the dogs barking at shadows. Here, the noise never seemed to stop. Even here, among the flowers, there was another person. An upper year boy, she realized, who seemed unfamiliar with the use of a handkerchief.

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

Wide eyed, Bee shook her head. “I- I wasn’t staring. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.” The older students still scared her, though she had begun to be able to boss the other first years around without terror.
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Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Beatrice Cassandra-Marie Blythe

Birthday: 7 August, 1942

Hometown: Hutton-le-Hole, Yorkshire

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): First, Second

Biography:
Bee’s mother, Lilah Blythe, was young and conspicuously unmarried when she returned to her parent’s farm in the Yorkshire moors in the summer of 1942. Raised by her Muggle parents on a rather remote sheep farm, Delilah was happy to leave home for Hogwarts, and her supportive - though bewildered - parents were proud to imagine the education she would receive. After graduating in 1940 Lilah moved to London, where she took a low-level secretarial job at the ministry and tried to forget her Muggle roots, living a life her more traditional parents would scarcely approve of.

Lilah’s less-than-traditional lifestyle brought her back to Yorkshire - pregnant and without a ring. Despite their disapproval and the judgement of the other locals, Edith and Patrick Blythe welcomed their daughter and then their granddaughter with open arms.

Bee was brought up primarily by her grandmother, as her mother and grandfather both worked - Lilah back at the ministry and Patrick in attempting to sustain his farm. Home schooled by her strict Gram, Bee developed a keen sense of right and wrong, and strongly feels injustice. Bee is a strong self advocator, and will fight for what she needs until she drops. Supplementing her Muggle schooling, her mother taught her some magic as soon as her aptitude emerged. She also picked up more practical skills from her Grandfather and enjoys spending time with the animals of the farm.

Though her grandparents were somewhat apprehensive when she received her Hogwarts letter, Bee is ecstatic to begin school. She hopes to make new friends, as she has had little opportunity to do so up until this point.


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

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality:
Bee is honest to a fault, inclined to kindness but easily angered. Thoroughly ambitious, Bee’s goal in life is to prove herself, but also to make a broader point about halfbloods, as she has long felt anger at the prejudice she and others face.

Appearance:
Bee is short for her age and young for her year, making her feel like she always needs to go one step farther, and willing to fight anyone who insults her height or calls her young.

→ 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 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:

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."




Bee loved the flowers of Hogwarts slightly less than the heather of Yorkshire. They were more varied, to be sure, but that color was chaotic and almost overwhelming. Still, they were beautiful, and Bee was happy to escape the grey of the castle.

Quiet was something she hadn’t fully realized her love for until she’d encountered the bustle of the castle. At home, the noises were all from the farm yard, the cries of the sheep and the cows, occasionally the dogs barking at shadows. Here, the noise never seemed to stop. Even here, among the flowers, there was another person. An upper year boy, she realized, who seemed unfamiliar with the use of a handkerchief.

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

Wide eyed, Bee shook her head. “I- I wasn’t staring. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.” The older students still scared her, though she had begun to be able to boss the other first years around without terror.

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