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Barron de Homem-Christo

    (01/04/2019 at 03:55)
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Name: Barron de Homem-Christo

Birthday: May 5

Hometown: Dublin, Ireland

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Fifth, fourth

Biography:

“Ah, mon petit, I must admit I do miss it here.” Antonia de Homem-Christo sighed as she escorted her fourteen-year-old son out of the entrance hall of Beauxbatons Academy, which loomed behind them like a chateau from a fairy-tale.

“I will too.” Barron confessed, feeling contrite after kicking up such a fuss about not attending Beauxbatons. His mother smiled and squeezed his shoulder.

It was early afternoon, and the courtyard was bustling with students getting ready to bid farewell before the summer holidays, exchanging addresses to write and boasting about exciting summer plans ahead. Professors and parents of graduating seventh years were clustered together under some blooming cherry blossom trees, waiting for the end of the day to arrive.

In the middle of the courtyard, a fountain the size of a small pool played joyously, with stone cherubs pouring babbling water into the dancing blue below. Barron had often taken advantage of the famous fountain, having heard the rumours of its beautifying abilities whispered amongst the girls at school.

Antonia had given up trying to convince Barron to remain at Beauxbatons for the next three years – he wanted so desperately to attend Hogwarts. Despite her misgivings, she silently admitted to herself that she did not entirely mind that at least Hogwarts was much closer to home than France.

Barron stopped to bid adieu to a group of fellow students, their words tumbling out in French and Dutch, demanding letter correspondence now that Barron will be so far away. Antonia felt a swell of pride, realising her son had more friends than she feared.

Maybe he was ready for Hogwarts.



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Personality:
There’s seldom anything that Barron enjoys doing more than telling people about his extensive list of hobbies; ballet, violin, painting, drawing, reading, crochet, origami. He loves to create beauty wherever possible.

Having been coddled by his mother from a very early age, Barron is quite self-centred and arrogant, however it seldom comes from a place of malice. It is just the simple fact that everything should be about him, quite frankly. And when Barron finds himself not the centre of attention, it can be hard to get him out of a bad mood.

Appearance:
Barron is pale and willowy, with aristocratic good looks that undoubtedly came from his mother, a Beauxbatons alumna. At average height, Barron has striking grey eyes, full plush lips and a mop of carefully styled brunette hair, that he swears he doesn’t actually style at all (he’s also a total fibber).


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Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application): http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8095.0

Number of New Levels Requested: 6

New Levels Request: C3D3T3S5

How your character kept up with their studies: For the past three years, Barron has been attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, fulfilling the wish of his mother who implored him to attend, if only for a few years.

At the end of his fourth year, having felt no particular affinity nor attachment to Beauxbatons Academy, and with his older brothers graduated, Barron insisted he attend Hogwarts for his last three years, to be closer to his family and to attend the school his father so lovingly spoke of.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

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.



Barron didn’t want to panic. This most certainly was not a disastrous situation. Just give it time, he reasoned. Everything will fall into place.

Sure, Hogwarts wasn’t as pretty and statuesque as Beauxbatons. Not too much of a problem.

There wasn’t a bewitched beautifying fountain at his disposal like at Beauxbatons, slight issue there.

What was a non-negotiable option, however, were Barron’s sleeping quarters. From the moment Barron laid eyes on the locale the Slytherin common room, a nervous panic had taken root in his belly. He had only been at Hogwarts a short time, and had never imagined he would be pining for the sweet creature comforts of Beauxbatons. At the academy, he slept under a window that looked over a picturesque courtyard, with views stretching all the way to distant mountains and valleys. At Hogwarts, Barron was subjected to the wet and chilly dungeons.

It was monstrous.

‘You wanted this.’ Barron thought stubbornly, refusing the impulse to contact his mother and admit she was right.

Barron had just exited the common room and was walking delicately in the direction of the corridor to the upper levels. The dingy floor was lopsided, and he had already tripped twice. Just as the terrifying thought of what this humidity was doing to his hair, it happened again. Barron’s shoe struck a stone that jutted out at a strange angle, and he stumbled forwards, grasping a wall to stop his fall. His breath was coming out in cold pants, a looming realisation that this was his home for the next three bloody years. In his state of quiet panic, he didn’t hear the first year approaching from around a bend.

“Hello! Is Emma Birch here?”

The voice made Barron’s body jerk in shock, just barely concealing the yelp from his lungs. “Merlin!” He cursed, marching forward and rearing on the poor girl.

“Do you mind? I don’t know who this Emma dunce is, but maybe she’s hiding from you for a reason. Now, move!

Barron was too flustered and agitated to mind his manners, and the girl was his only available target in that moment. He marched past her, bumping shoulders as he went, and tripped once again before disappearing from view.



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Hi, Barron!

Your application looks good so far, there's just one thing we'll need you to edit before we can get you accepted.

In your original application, you applied to Hogwarts with Barron as a second year and your application was accepted. This means that in our canon, Barron was already enrolled at Hogwarts in his second year, whilst your current application seems to imply that he was not ('For the past three years, Barron has been attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic').

To prevent any confusion and to keep our canon logical, you'll need to go through your application and change any elements of Barron's history that suggest he was at Beauxbatons in his second year so that it matches your original application. If you want to keep Beauxbatons as his current school until now, you could say that Barron attended Hogwarts in his second year, transferred to Beauxbatons for his third and fourth, and is now transferring back again for his fifth.

Once you've made the required changes, please repost your entire revised application below, and we'll be more than happy to take another look. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Thanks!
I'VE GOT A BLANK SPACE BABY
AND I'LL WRITE YOUR NAME

Barron de Homem-Christo

    (08/04/2019 at 00:30)
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Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Barron de Homem-Christo

Birthday: May 5th

Hometown:

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Fifth; Fourth

Biography:
“Ah, mon petit, I must admit I do miss it here.” Antonia de Homem-Christo sighed as she escorted her fourteen-year-old son out of the entrance hall of Beauxbatons Academy, which loomed behind them like a chateau from a fairy-tale.

“I will too.” Barron confessed, feeling contrite after kicking up such a fuss about leaving Beauxbatons. His mother smiled and squeezed his shoulder.

It was early afternoon, and the courtyard was bustling with students getting ready to bid farewell before the summer holidays, exchanging addresses to write and boasting about exciting summer plans ahead. Professors and parents of graduating seventh years were clustered together under some blooming cherry blossom trees, waiting for the end of the day to arrive.

In the middle of the courtyard, a fountain the size of a small pool played joyously, with stone cherubs pouring babbling water into the dancing blue below. Barron had often taken advantage of the famous fountain, having heard the rumours of its beautifying abilities whispered amongst the girls at school.

Antonia had given up trying to convince Barron to remain at Beauxbatons for the next three years – he wanted so desperately to return to Hogwarts. It had been two years since he transferred schools - he had gotten his way and had attended Hogwarts for his first and second years, however that summer before his third year, the entire family was uprooted to France for his mother's work. Now, two years on, Barron was eager to return to Hogwarts to see out the rest of his education. Beauxbatons had been rewarding, however Barron struggled with the varying languages and often found himself lagging behind in classes.

Barron stopped to bid adieu to a group of fellow students, their words tumbling out in French and Dutch, demanding letter correspondence now that Barron will be so far away. Antonia felt a swell of pride, realising her son had more friends than she feared.

Maybe he was ready to go back to Hogwarts.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

Personality: There’s seldom anything that Barron enjoys doing more than telling people about his extensive list of hobbies; ballet, violin, painting, drawing, reading, crochet, origami. He loves to create beauty wherever possible.

Having been coddled by his mother from a very early age, Barron is quite self-centred and arrogant, however it seldom comes from a place of malice. It is just the simple fact that everything should be about him, quite frankly. And when Barron finds himself not the centre of attention, it can be hard to get him out of a bad mood.

Appearance: Barron is pale and willowy, with aristocratic good looks that undoubtedly came from his mother, a Beauxbatons alumna. At average height, Barron has striking grey eyes, full plush lips and a mop of carefully styled brunette hair, that he swears he doesn’t actually style at all (he’s also a total fibber).


→ RETURNING STUDENTS.


Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application): http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8095.0

Number of New Levels Requested: 6

New Levels Request: C3D3T3S5

How your character kept up with their studies: Barron attended Hogwarts for the first two years of his wizarding education. At the beginning of his third year, he was transplanted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, fulfilling the wish of his mother who implored him to attend, if only for a few years. Now, beginning his fifth year, Barron is returning to Hogwarts to see out his education.

→ 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.



Barron didn’t want to panic. This most certainly was not a disastrous situation. Just give it time, he reasoned. Everything will fall into place.

Sure, Hogwarts wasn’t as pretty and statuesque as Beauxbatons. Not too much of a problem. He had known that from the beginning.

There wasn’t a bewitched beautifying fountain at his disposal like at Beauxbatons, slight issue there.

What was a non-negotiable option, however, were Barron’s sleeping quarters. From the moment Barron laid eyes on the locale the Slytherin common room, a nervous panic had taken root in his belly. He had plain forgotten how eerie and unkempt the Slytherin common room was, how the dungeons didn't agree with his sensitive complexion one bit.
 
At the academy, he slept under a window that looked over a picturesque courtyard, with views stretching all the way to distant mountains and valleys. At Hogwarts, Barron was subjected to the wet and chilly dungeons that saw not a lick of luxury.

It was monstrous.

‘You wanted this.’ Barron thought stubbornly, refusing the impulse to contact his mother and admit she was right.

Barron had just exited the common room and was walking delicately in the direction of the corridor to the upper levels. The dingy floor was lopsided, and he had already tripped twice. Just as the terrifying thought of what this humidity was doing to his hair, it happened again. Barron’s shoe struck a stone that jutted out at a strange angle, and he stumbled forwards, grasping a wall to stop his fall. His breath was coming out in cold pants, a looming realisation that this was his home for the next three bloody years. In his state of quiet panic, he didn’t hear the first year approaching from around a bend.

“Hello! Is Emma Birch here?”

The voice made Barron’s body jerk in shock, just barely concealing the yelp from his lungs. “Merlin!” He cursed, marching forward and rearing on the poor girl.

“Do you mind? I don’t know who this Emma dunce is, but maybe she’s hiding from you for a reason. Now, move!”

Barron was too flustered and agitated to mind his manners, and the girl was his only available target in that moment. He marched past her, bumping shoulders as he went, and tripped once again before disappearing from view.

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Thank you for editing that!

I missed this the first time around (sorry!), but there's one more minor thing we'll need you to change before we can get you accepted.

At the end of your RP sample, you have Barron leaving the interaction with Evangeline. Even though this is just a sample, we ask that people write as though responding to a real thread, and this ending wouldn't leave much room for Evangeline to continue the interaction. If you could edit the final sentence to have Barron stay in the interaction (he can certainly turn away from Evangeline), that would be great.

Once you've made the required edit, please repost your entire revised application below, and we'll be more than happy to take another look. Thanks!

G
Daring, Determination, Drive

Barron de Homem-Christo

    (10/04/2019 at 01:24)
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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Barron de Homem-Christo

Birthday: May 5th

Hometown:

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Fifth; Fourth

Biography:
“Ah, mon petit, I must admit I do miss it here.” Antonia de Homem-Christo sighed as she escorted her fourteen-year-old son out of the entrance hall of Beauxbatons Academy, which loomed behind them like a chateau from a fairy-tale.

“I will too.” Barron confessed, feeling contrite after kicking up such a fuss about leaving Beauxbatons. His mother smiled and squeezed his shoulder.

It was early afternoon, and the courtyard was bustling with students getting ready to bid farewell before the summer holidays, exchanging addresses to write and boasting about exciting summer plans ahead. Professors and parents of graduating seventh years were clustered together under some blooming cherry blossom trees, waiting for the end of the day to arrive.

In the middle of the courtyard, a fountain the size of a small pool played joyously, with stone cherubs pouring babbling water into the dancing blue below. Barron had often taken advantage of the famous fountain, having heard the rumours of its beautifying abilities whispered amongst the girls at school.

Antonia had given up trying to convince Barron to remain at Beauxbatons for the next three years – he wanted so desperately to return to Hogwarts. It had been two years since he transferred schools - he had gotten his way and had attended Hogwarts for his first and second years, however that summer before his third year, the entire family was uprooted to France for his mother's work. Now, two years on, Barron was eager to return to Hogwarts to see out the rest of his education. Beauxbatons had been rewarding, however Barron struggled with the varying languages and often found himself lagging behind in classes.

Barron stopped to bid adieu to a group of fellow students, their words tumbling out in French and Dutch, demanding letter correspondence now that Barron will be so far away. Antonia felt a swell of pride, realising her son had more friends than she feared.

Maybe he was ready to go back to Hogwarts.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

Personality: There’s seldom anything that Barron enjoys doing more than telling people about his extensive list of hobbies; ballet, violin, painting, drawing, reading, crochet, origami. He loves to create beauty wherever possible.

Having been coddled by his mother from a very early age, Barron is quite self-centred and arrogant, however it seldom comes from a place of malice. It is just the simple fact that everything should be about him, quite frankly. And when Barron finds himself not the centre of attention, it can be hard to get him out of a bad mood.

Appearance: Barron is pale and willowy, with aristocratic good looks that undoubtedly came from his mother, a Beauxbatons alumna. At average height, Barron has striking grey eyes, full plush lips and a mop of carefully styled brunette hair, that he swears he doesn’t actually style at all (he’s also a total fibber).


→ RETURNING STUDENTS.


Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application): http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8095.0

Number of New Levels Requested: 6

New Levels Request: C3D3T3S5

How your character kept up with their studies: Barron attended Hogwarts for the first two years of his wizarding education. At the beginning of his third year, he was transplanted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, fulfilling the wish of his mother who implored him to attend, if only for a few years. Now, beginning his fifth year, Barron is returning to Hogwarts to see out his education.

→ 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.


Barron didn’t want to panic. This most certainly was not a disastrous situation. Just give it time, he reasoned. Everything will fall into place.

Sure, Hogwarts wasn’t as pretty and statuesque as Beauxbatons. Not too much of a problem. He had known that from the beginning.

There wasn’t a bewitched beautifying fountain at his disposal like at Beauxbatons, slight issue there.

What was a non-negotiable option, however, were Barron’s sleeping quarters. From the moment Barron laid eyes on the locale the Slytherin common room, a nervous panic had taken root in his belly. He had plain forgotten how eerie and unkempt the Slytherin common room was, how the dungeons didn't agree with his sensitive complexion one bit.
 
At the academy, he slept under a window that looked over a picturesque courtyard, with views stretching all the way to distant mountains and valleys. At Hogwarts, Barron was subjected to the wet and chilly dungeons that saw not a lick of luxury.

It was monstrous.

‘You wanted this.’ Barron thought stubbornly, refusing the impulse to contact his mother and admit she was right.

Barron had just exited the common room and was walking delicately in the direction of the corridor to the upper levels. The dingy floor was lopsided, and he had already tripped twice. Just as the terrifying thought of what this humidity was doing to his hair, it happened again. Barron’s shoe struck a stone that jutted out at a strange angle, and he stumbled forwards, grasping a wall to stop his fall. His breath was coming out in cold pants, a looming realisation that this was his home for the next three bloody years. In his state of quiet panic, he didn’t hear the first year approaching from around a bend.

“Hello! Is Emma Birch here?”

The voice made Barron’s body jerk in shock, just barely concealing the yelp from his lungs. “Merlin!” He cursed, marching forward and rearing on the poor girl.

“Do you mind? I don’t know who this Emma dunce is, but maybe she’s hiding from you for a reason. Now, move!”

Barron was too flustered and agitated to mind his manners, and the girl was his only available target in that moment.

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Merryl Midthunder

    (11/04/2019 at 17:42)
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Dear Mr. de Homem-Christo,

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

Term begins 1 May 2019. 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,
Merryl Midthunder
Head of Gryffindor

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