Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

So Ava is graduating Hogwarts this year, but I forget, does she automatically become an Elsewhere adult or do I need to post a helpdesk ticket?

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name:
Elin Lundgren

Gender:
Female

Age:
14

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Agneta and Adam Lundgren (NPCs)

Residence:
Large house in Wizarding London

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No thank you.

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Ava Adair

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
The Lundgrens are an old Swedish wizarding family, known for their elegance and shady business practices. Rich and imposing, they pride themselves on their family heritage.

Elin Lundgren was born into an old wizarding family in Sweden. Her parents Agneta and Adam Lundgren were both quite strict and set in their ways, doing anything in their power to keep the family name in a good light.

Their task was made hard by Elin’s older brother Markus.  After years of trying to straighten him out, they decided to remove him from the family name and heritage. After this event, leaving Elin the eldest of the three younger siblings (Freja, Nik and Hanalise), she felt the full pressure of her parents to be the perfect child.

In her early years (before her elder brother was thrown out of the family), Elin spent a good deal of time at the piano and in the library, her parents spoiling her as well as raising her in the ways of high society. She often followed the help around, listening intently to their stories and engaging in games with them since her parents were often too busy for such trivial things.

Later, her daily routine was changed to daily lessons on everything from music to politics; Elin was being brought up as the new heir to the Lundgren family name. She accepted the title gladly, feeling it was her duty to her family.

Some years later, Elin and her family moved to London as the war took full swing and her father took a post at the Ministry. As soon as she arrived in Britain, Elin hated it, constantly reminiscing about Sweden with its long winters and picturesque countryside.

Roleplay:
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:

Elin hated the park.

She simply saw no need to go out and look at the local fauna for god knows how long. he especially didn't like all the loud people that seemed to gather here. But since mother had insisted she go out and experience the English life, the girl found herself sitting on a bench, her face buried in the book.

She would have much rather stayed inside, where it was nice and cool, drinking tea while she sat in the library or practicing her music.

Perhaps if she focused on the book hard enough the annoying Brits could be ignored?

"You!"

Apparently not. With a dramatic sight she raised her head from her much beloved book to peer at who ever dared disturb her, which in this case seemed to be a child.

"...Do you want to play?"

Elin raised one well maintained eyebrow at the child. A few seconds before she had had her face buried in a book, so Elin had no idea what gave the child the idea she would want to play.

But, small children were Elins weak spot and the girl reminded her slightly of her youngest sister, so she wiped the annoyed look off of her face and replaced it with a slightly amused expression.

"Sure, why not?"


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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name:
Ava Adair

Birthday:
01/12/1933

Hometown:
Wizarding London

Bloodline:
Unknown Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two):
First or else

Biography:
If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long.

Ava Adair was born to Amelia and James Adair, both of whom were writers. She spent the first nine years of her life surrounded with books of on all kinds of topics, from potions to dragons. Ava was shy by nature and preferred to sit by the big window in the library with a book instead of playing outside with the other kids.

Unfortunately, when she was nine her parents came down with a strange illness that no one could seem to cure. She spend many hours at St. Mungo’s watching her parents lay so very still under their blankets, she often got up from her chair to check if they were still breathing. Less than a month later the healers discovered a cure; but it was too late, Ava’s parents have passed on not a week before.
The only thing she had left of them was the sliver locket with their pictures inside. Soon after she was relocated to the Hogsmeade Children's Home, where she spent most of her time in the library or sitting under the large old tree reading for most of the day.


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

House Request:
Slytherin

Personality:
Ava is quiet and shy, she is very often seen with a book in hand, and she loves animals, especially cats. She will almost never approach someone unless she absolutely has to, but once she befriends someone she will stick to them like glue. To those she trusts she is immensely loyal, willing to do anything for them.
Due to her curious and calculating nature, she is very well informed on all manner of topics, and she never backs down from a challenge. Unfortunately, she is not very athletic, with two left feet and the grace of a one legged flamingo.

Appearance:
Ava is small for her age, with pale skin and light hair, so her blue-green eyes stand out. Most of her clothes are hand-me-downs, and so often do not fit her very well. Her hair is often up in elaborate hairstyles that she changes daily.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.
Blimey, the Great Hall was packed. It seemed like everywhere a guy looked there was some clown waving around a House banner or yelling about the game.

'Can you believe it?' 'No way!' 'This must be the biggest upset in Hogwarts Quidditch history...'

Stupid Quidditch.

James flopped into an empty seat at the end of the table, shoved an empty plate out of the way, and let his head sink onto his crossed arms, squishing his freckled nose down flat against the tabletop. He wasn't sure why he'd even bothered to come here, since he definitely wasn't hungry. He'd probably never eat again, in fact. He didn'tdeserve to eat. He hadn't stopped in the locker room to change out of his muddy, sweaty uniform after the game either, because he was pretty sure he probably didn't deserve to be clean too; and anyway he couldn't stand to see the looks on his team mates' faces after he blew their chance at winning one of the biggest games they had ever played.

Just one lousy shot. That's all it would have taken. If he could have just got that one stupid foul shot to go through that one stupid hoop, they could have won and he wouldn't have been the biggest blockhead in the entire school.

As if to prove the point, half the people at the next table suddenly broke into a loud victory chant. James pressed his face further into his arms to hide the bright red blotches he could feel creeping up his cheeks. That was it. He was just going to have to run away and move to Nova Scotia. He'd just cost the three-year-in-a-row Champions the Quidditch Cup! How do you ever live that one down for crying out loud? He was only a second year and he was going to spend the rest of his life as 'that dumb cry-baby kid who dropped the Quaffle!'

It felt like every set of eyes in the room was boring into him, and James couldn't stand it anymore. He jerked himself back up from the table and stomped right back out of the Hall the same way he had come in. As he stormed into the quieter hallway outside, he could hear footsteps somewhere behind him. James rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"

The girl stood in the Great Hall, four books held to her chest as she looked around for a place to sit. It seemed as if every student in school was talking, whispering or outright shouting about the game today. Personally, Ava didn’t see what all the fuss was about. Honestly, it was just a silly game over an unnecessarily ornament cup, but since most of the student body was gaga over Quidditch, she kept that fact to herself, left someone slip some worms or worse into her bed at night.

It seemed the only free seat was at one end of a table where one of the losing teams’ player sat, his head down on the tabletop. Ava felt a pang of sympathy for the boy; being the reason your team lost is probably not the best feeling. She stared as he rose from the table and stomped out of the Hall and out to the corridors, and, feeling unusually sympathetic at the moment, she followed.

Ava let out a small squeak as the boy rounded on her and began to shout, dropping her books in the process. When he was done shouting at her, she stood up to her full height, which wasn’t that much, and crossed her arms over her chest “Calm down. It was just one bad game, it’s not like this hasn’t happened before. Just ignore everyone else and go about your business, and people will be talking about something else in less than a week.”


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