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Maeve Rafferty

    (21/11/2020 at 23:09)
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Character Name: Maeve Eileen Beatriz Rafferty

Gender: Female

Age: 9

Bloodline: Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Aidan & Elisa Rafferty, NPCs

Hogsmeade Village

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
The Daycare

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Emilio Soares, Sabina Ximenez, Alba Foxe, & Roman Hawthorne

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

Maeve Eileen Beatriz Rafferty had two middle names because both of her grandmothers wanted a child named after them, and her parents were definitely not planning on having any more children after her.

She was born to two academics; Aidan Rafferty was an Ancient Runes translator and Elisa Rafferty was an Arithmancy professor. Perhaps other only children felt lonely, but when her parents were around, Maeve rarely was. Her parents included her in every conversation she wanted to be involved in, never talking down to her. Even though she didn’t have a playmate, she was rarely bored.

It didn’t take much to entertain Maeve, anyway. She was fine by herself when her parents were busy, searching for bugs and frogs in the backyard or rocks to add to her collection, taking naps, reading comics, and going through science magazines.

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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 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:
“Would you like one of those brooms, Mae? We could get you one for your birthday,” her ma called out to her from a nearby bench, watching the boys play. Next to his wife, Maeve’s daddy made some sort of noise that probably meant he agreed, but he was mostly absorbed in his book.

Maeve turned around to shake her head no and then went back to what she was doing before. As the other children were playing their games around her, Maeve was quietly crouching in the grass, blue eyes studying the ground intently. Her fingers were digging through the dirt, searching for cool bugs.

She was mostly coming up empty. It was hard to search when the ground wasn’t wet - that was one of the reasons she didn’t really like it when the weather was so ”nice.”

The other girl's dramatics were easily ignored until she called out to her. Maeve slowly lifted her head and peered inquisitively at the strange girl. After thinking it over for a second she decided that no, she did not really feel like playing, but she also didn’t feel like dealing with whatever the girl would say if she said so.

“...Alright. But I’m not gettin’ on that thing,” Maeve said, pointing at the small broom with her dirt-covered fingers. Playing on the broom didn’t seem like much fun, just an awful lot more work than it was worth. “And I ain’t runnin’, either. I don't do that.”

Her conditions were non-negotiable. Maeve would not do anything she didn’t want to do.

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* Julia Cole

    (22/11/2020 at 01:47)
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Just a note: I'm not sure if you were intending on Maeve's mother having been an Arithmancy Professor at Hogwarts, but we don't allow people to say their characters or relatives were Professors at Hogwarts since we have so much history about the Hogwarts Professors. For example, part of our canon is that Pythagorea Proud has been the Arithmancy Professor at Hogwarts since the late '30s. You can still say she was an Arithmancy Professor elsewhere if you keep where she taught vague so as to not overwrite other characters' histories.
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