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Lilith Roberts

    (01/06/2019 at 01:58)
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Character Name: Emma Jones

Gender: Female

Age: 11

Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 

Godrics Hollow

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Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Emma was a very inquisitive child by nature, and was the one who always asked "why?" She started reading simple words by the age of four, and although she knew how to walk, preferred to stay still. Her parents were Muggle-lovers by nature and successful aurors. She also helped take care of her little cousin in whatever ways she could. She spent a lot of time with her dad, who would often color with her, and taught her how to sound out more complex words. Both parents tried to get Neens to be more active, but they had little luck for a long time. They finally almost gave in after an incident that left Neens with a scar on her right knee, and a broken bike. Her cousin Brittney had been a year old, and Emma was now four. The crash itself wasn't as bad as the landing. She had managed to tip the bike over, and had landed on a razor sharp shard of glass. The bike was fine until it was run over by the neighbor. It wasn't until a close family friend suggested swimming that they regained hope for sports. Emma instantly loved the water, and was swimming well in what seemed like no time. Even young Brittney enjoyed playing in her floaties with her mom.At the age of six, Emma met some of the other children on the block. She had seen them before, but it was at a summer block party that she really met everyone. She had sat in the corner for a majority of the party, reading her book and drinking lemonade, until another young girl had walked up. She had introduced herself as Katie, and started talking. At first Emma was nervous. It was her first time meeting someone her age, and she wasn't very good at introductions. Finally the girl had paused to ask Neens a little about herself. After Emma finished, the two talked about what they liked to do, and simple things that children usually talk about.

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:
How Emma loved going to the park.

Why did the weather have to be so bleak?  And then she saw the brooms.  Why did they have to do this in pain sight of Muggles?

Then there was a tinier broomstick.  With no one on it?  How awkward!

What was going on?  She ran and tried to stop the broom.

The little girl was clearly in a hurry.  But for what?

And then she was safe.  PHEW.  Emma thought she would walk away.  Then she looked at her watch.  BLIMEY.  It's past curfew.

He was mean alright.  And then she watched from a distance while the little girl asked him to play.  WOW.

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