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Octavius Perrett

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Character Name:  Octavius Regulus-Titus Purrett

Gender: Male

Age: 11 (to start school next term)


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

Mixed Wizard-Muggle town, England.

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Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Octavius lay on the rug beneath the family clock. The pendulum swung in its usual beating. To which he timed his breaths to. Being home during summer was dull. his cousins had all been sent to Hogwarts the years before and now he was the last of the close groups children to take flight. Octavius was a man who would never appreciate his belongings. the beneficial effects of a clock that cried out when guests were on their way or a family member was travelling, enchanted by some old member of the house long gone. It sang praises of the day when tasks were completed but its face was devoid of numerals. Just states of being and safety. For many years, This clock had remained and it would likely do so long after Octavius was done with school.

His mother told him, he had been signed up for Hogwarts since he was born. Just as they had been, and in that also signed up for their house, Slytherin. His hair was growing dangerously long. Sorry brown and common looking, he was not a boy gifted with the good looks of many of his peers. He was gaunt already at the age of ten, a thin nose and sharp chin made him look ready to soar from the sky and pick up nice. He might fit in with his look, The house of those who were cunning. Octavius didn't think too much on it for long.  From his back he turned to his side, then the other in boredom.

'dont just lay about, Octavius, go play.Your uncle sent that play broom.'

Reluctantly he began to stir, a face cast in the direction of the kitchen before his knees made sharp angles, pushed him up to his feet and left him looking toward the door down the narrow hallway.

The door was easy enough to open, but he never had to himself. The house elf, Nixxie often got it for him, bowing graciously as he mumbled thanks and pressed forward into the combed yard. Staunch green hedges obscuring all of the outside world apart from the sounds beyond. He always heard them now, around lunch. Living across the way from a park often led to some interesting insights.

These muggle children were one. Every muggle in the area believed the end of the park to be rounded off by a dangerous gully. The protective charms were well enough to keep them from approaching. Octavian used the opportunity to peek through some of the leaves. To watch them enjoy a game where they kicked a black and white ball into a netted box. One boy, dark of skin kicked the ball too roughly, it shot through beyond the boundary line and rushed towards where Octavius sat.

 A groan.

'Alex! you kicked it too hard. gone now, no way m'ma is going to get us a new one with a second lost to the ditch.'

'sorry.. sorry, what's the count now? two footballs, a cricket bat and a boomerang? ' A second voice rang out.

Octavius looked to the small pile of things he had stashed at the edge of one of his mother's less cared for flower bushes.  they forgot one thing-

'and my toy digger!' complained the first speaker once more.  Octavius had to wonder why something for digging was shaped like a badly curved C.

They were his treasures, things they didn't know were stolen and things he couldn’t return easily. Mother had told him muggles would hate him if they ever found out he was magic. Ever found out he was not like them. They had to live in secret to keep muggle separate. 

But several days later, things changed. A newer looking ball shot through the hedge when he sat outside and, Octavius collecting his courage plucked up the ball. He ran to the other side of the house, to the doorway which met to the street and exited. He was dressed no differently from most boys. Shorts, a white plain shirt and running shoes.

Now, standing in the very same park he didn't know how to address it all. Holding the ball lost a few days prior, the boys looked him down incredulously.

The one he knew as Alex spoke up. ’Ted’s ball… where did you find that?’

Nerves were washed away as he spoke as closely to the truth as he could. “Oh it.. Went through the gully but it bounced down to the house down the hill and..”

He smiled widely.

‘You don't go to school here, right?’ The blonde boy asked, freckles more than skin. ‘Not to eastwood.’

“No.. I just moved nearby.” They seemed to buy it. He offered the ball back.  The game ensued shortly after. The group having invited him to play ‘football’, a game with many rules which he seemed to break whenever the chance arose. By the end, his boots were as muddy as the rest of him. For the next few days, all was well. Bonds were forged with the muggle children, them non the wiser. Sometimes, impressed by the accidental slip of his shots. They welcomed him into their world - strange machines, car fascinations and all and Octavius could not get enough.

It all needed to be kept quiet from mother, father and those who would threaten his new found world.   But hiding his new passion might be harder as it blossoms further.

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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 trudged 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:

Ten breaths moved through his chest as he had heard the words. It had been his choice to remain in the park. To look among the many children much younger than him (though, closer than most people he knew in age). The girl was having issues keeping up with the others. The child-safe broom a crux he knew well enough.

Approaching, the boy paused, caught in the headlights of her shout as he had been pulled from his thoughts and thrown into another situation. Did he want to play? The answer, was yes. But the game he had in mind would not involve magic and knowing most of his kind - it might deter them further.

Through a half smile the boy nodded. Approaching closer, a ball tucked under his arm in black and white. He liked football, could even name some of the players from international teams now thanks to his muggle friends help.

“But I dont want to play on a broom.” he spoke, cooly offering forward the ball he had brought with him. “Would you like to play a new game? You have to kick it umm…” he rushed over toward some twigs, picked them up and arranged them like a large open sided rectangle. “Past me, into this box for a point. We can take turns.” he was bubbling with delight.

Maybe, just maybe, she was young enough not to judge.

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(I'm assuming that when you mention his mother telling him he's been signed up to Slytherin since he was born, that's family pride speaking, rather than a fact. Also, please bear in mind that while we do try to take preference into account, there is no guarantee Octavius will be sorted into Slytherin once you app him as a student.

Your username is also slightly misspelt -- 'Octaius' instead of 'Octavius'. If you submit a helpdesk ticket requesting a username change, we can fix this for you.

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