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Moira Wolffe

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Character Name: Moira Sylvia Wolffe

Gender: Female

Age: 6 (21 December, 1949)

Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Irma Wolffe, Edmund Wolffe. (Yes to both)

Llanwellyn, Gwynnedshire, Wales

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Will spend time in the daycare, yes.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
One of Irma and Ed's kids.  Her little sister Bonnie might show up, and they'll spend some time together?  does that count?

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Myfi Cadwallader, Aspen Donovan.  Hubby plays Irma, et al.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Moira was born on her father's birthday- three weeks early from her actual due date- to newlywed couple Irma and Edmund Wolffe.  From the start, Moira was the boss and made sure they knew it- feedings were on her schedule, and a messy diaper was not tolerated for longer than a few minutes.

Her sister Bonnie was born less than a year later- a full eight weeks early and just as demanding of their time and even moreso their effort to care for the preemie.  From the start, it was a sibling rivalry for the ages.  In the end, not so much- Bonnie was content being the little sister, and Moira found her challenges for power unmatched.

By time Moira could remember anything, she'd always had at least two sisters, her father worked long hours and only saw them in the evenings and weekends, and their mother was a WandS lady.  Well, as she found out, The WandS lady... she and Nana Scrivner owned the company.  For a while, that's what she thought every family was like: father worked long hours at a job somewhere else, mother owned a super-successful company.

Forward a few years, Moira was frequently compared to her mother- others have said she is just like her.  As they've grown (she and her mother), they've taught each other a lot- how far the young mother can be successfully pushed before she starts acting like Grandmother.  How many ways can she find an ally and not just an opponent in Irma?  Moira isn't as pushy as she used to be, but she's still the boss.

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:
She was supposed to be looking for her sisters.  A game of 'Hide and Seek', which really meant a game of 'Keep Yourselves Entertained while Momma and Her Friend Gret Talk Business'.  But Moira didn't want that today- today was a day of 'Hide and Let Them Stew'.  She wanted to go check out the shops.  Check out the boys up chasing around a Snitch.  She wanted to become a professional Quidditch player, maybe (but not for Puddlemere United, they were awful but she didn't have the guts to tell her family that)... it was her life's goal a week ago, before she'd discovered that wands had different cores and had to be harvested by real people doing real dangerous work (that was quickly rising towards her number one obsession... for now).

The scrimmage going on overhead was good.  That boy had good form, though nowhere near enough to play for a pro team.  Grandpa Scrivner let her go to Puddlemere United games, so she knew what professional flying looked like.  That boy?  She'd probably see him playing for one of the houses when she got to Hogwarts.  She made a mental note to find out more about him- though how that might happen, she had no clue.

"John, I said wait up!"

Moira smiled at her good fortune.  The little girl was staring up at the same group of kids, so she figured she had a one-in-three chance that her boy-in-question's name was 'John'.  She glanced back up at the sky to see who, if anyone, might respond to the name.

"You!" the girl barked, surprising them both it seemed, "...Do you want to play?"

The blonde looked up at the boys overhead and smiled, "Sure do."  Then looked back down.  "I'm Moira.  Moira Wolffe.  You?"

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