Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Guillaume Cossé-Brissac

Gender: Male || Birthday: July 30, 1934

Age: 14

Bloodline: Registered as Pureblood, but he ultimately don't know

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
His parents are Éloy and Adeline Cossé-Brissac, but he will be living with an far relative - Abbigail Lovecraft -  from now on.

Residence:
The Lovecraft Residence, Godric's Hollow

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No, i don't.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No, i don't wish to be approved as a group.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Bentinho Marques

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
The last two months were the worst in Guillaume's life. He was many things: a bohemian by nature, part of the elite, a handsome face with a cruel mouth, a being of fickle and often explosive temperament, the third son of famous soprano Adeline Dousseau.
And now he was a bastard.
He had just arrived home for holidays, as did his brothers and cousins. The cold marble of the mansion and the silence of the whole house was not a surprise, being called at his father's office was. Could they have discovered his inclinations? That secret immorality that he holded so close to his heart?
The moment in itself was too brief for the destruction of his whole life. Éloy Cossé-Brissac voice was clipped and sharp - the only trace of emotion being his eyes. Adeline was crying silently on the leather couch, her face was abnormally swollen, and Guillaume did not allow himself to think about what might have happened to her moments before.
"You will not stain the name of this family," the man who was not his father said, "This do not get out of this house."
After that, everything became chaos.
His name was said in doors-closed discussions. He was forbidden to see Belle, Louis and Jam - his siblings -  as well as to communicate with his friends at Beauxbatons. His heart squeezed as he imagined what his dear Jean would be thinking of his silence. His uncles and cousins ​​were divided into forced smiles and disgusted looks. The servants whispered at his back. His mother did not look him in the eye.
It was hell.
So they finally decided what they would do with him. A long  - which actually meant definite - stay with a distant relative in England. He would receive an allowance - that was incredible meager, compared to what he was accustomed to - until his graduation. He would keep the Cossé-Brissac surname to avoid scandals, and if he knew what was good for himself, he would keep his mouth shut.
No one accompanied him on the trip to the railroad, but his mother had given him a last kiss on the forehead before seeing him depart - pressing a brown envelope into the boy's hands.
He said goodbye mentally for his entire life.

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:
He raised a blond eyebrow at the child in front of him. The heat of the day was making him uncomfortable - the boy has always been more of an indoor person.
And yet, he had to be here. If there was something Guillaume Cossé-Brissac could do, it was the game of social interactions. He needed to carve a place at the top for himself again - and for that, he would need allies.
Even so, a snotty little girl like that was not his best choice.
Guillaume knew better than to fill his time with the racaille.
"No"

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