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* Lily McCormick

    (01/12/2020 at 15:30)
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Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Lily McCormick

Birthday: 7 April 1950

Hometown: just outside of Godric’s Hollow


Magical Strength (pick one):

Magical Weakness (pick one):

Year (pick two):
First, please! Or 2nd.

Once upon a time, there was a family. It was a very big family that seemed to grow and swell continually. Not like a balloon or a bubble. Those popped and vanished, fading away into the wind, never to be seen in the world again. And McCormicks didn’t pop. No, they swelled like the bridge in a song, humming together to form a tune that was the prettiest thing Lily’d ever heard. Lovely individually, but together? Unforgettable.

Through the winking of starlight and moon dust, the world pulled Lily, bright eyed and bewildered, into its arms on the 7th of April, 1950.

From the beginning, Lily always loved people. She loved figuring them out and getting to know them and making new friends. But as much as Lily could love them, the girl often found the need to separate from them. In times when the world felt so loud that it might make her heart break in half, she found herself pulling away and spending time with just Lily until she was able to recharge.

Maybe it was because she was the eldest of 7 children and, from birth, was always surrounded by chaos, but Lily has always felt her emotions very deeply and, at times, had trouble controlling them. Sometimes this would cause her to display instances of powerful accidental magic. From a very young age, Lily has always passed these instances off as acts of her dear old teddy, Fred, and has yet to truly understand that the magic comes from her.

A wandering spirit at heart, Lily loves adventure but is also known to get lost in little tiny pieces of the world that others may view as insignificant. Things like lemon meringue pie sky, how some of the stars twinkle just a little bit more than others, and how, if you were quiet and still, the wind would whisper secrets into your ears.

Some call her peculiar. Some think her a strange little wildflower of a girl. But to those closest to her, she’s just Lily.

Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Slytherin or Gryffindor (these are her parents Houses and either would be perfect!)

Selectively Observant
Deeply Reflective
Restlessly Curious


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.

Lily never minded the dungeons. Not one little bit. She liked the darkness of it. And being covered by the entire Castle. She wanted to think that the dungeons were hundreds and hundreds of miles beneath the earth even though she knew it wasn't quite that far down.

But, if Lily could imagine she was that far down (—which she often did—) she could imagine just how very different the world could be beneath the sky and trees and grass and roots and dirt.

This was how things ended. Dying and decayed twisty turny roots that took entire trees down. But it was also how things began. As tiny little seedlings pushing deeper for stability and reaching high high high to get closer to the sun, this was their start. It was beautiful and a little sad.

Lily hummed to the darkness and the darkness seemed to answer, altering shades of shadows. It was as good an audience as any. But her humming was abruptly cut off when she realized it wasn't just her and Fred and the Dark down there.


Pushing up from her spot on the wall, she followed the voice, listening to the tap tap tapping of her sneakers on the almost-damp ground. She was closer now when the girl spoke again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

Birch. Like a tree! "But who's Emma Birch?" She mused aloud, toes tapping a few steps closer, "Maybe she started down here, but I don't see her now," Surely a Birch in the dungeon would stand out. She would have noticed that, she was sure. "Well, I don't think she's here anymore, but maybe up there—" head tilted back, she squinted as if she might actually be able to see a thousand miles above her into the sunlight, "—way way up there, reaching for the sunlight."


Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Serena McCormick, Artemis Marquis, Cherry McCormick, Will Marin, Sofia Rose, Piper Eden and Corrina Buzolic

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Once Upon a Dream

* Merryl Midthunder

    (03/12/2020 at 02:36)
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Dear Miss McCormick,

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

Term begins 1 January 2021. 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
« Last Edit: 03/12/2020 at 19:23 by Merryl Midthunder »