Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Huxley Daniel Alphonse Rose

Birthday: 6 January 1954

Hometown: Wizarding London

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two): third, second

Biography:
Huxley was born a direct heir to the Rose legacy. His great-uncle, who had been the oldest, had passed away a few years prior and his line had been corrupt by intermingling with halfbloods and mudbloods, which had put Huxley's grandfather, William, as the Rose heir.

Huxley grew up in France, where his mother was from, until very recently when William passed away. His father, Benjamin, relocated his family to London to handle the affairs of Rose manor. Huxley was very upset to leave his friends and school to attend Hogwarts, especially given that his unsavoury cousins were there. However, his father had high expectations of him. After all, one day Rose Manor and the legacy of the family would all fall on his shoulders. So he couldn't do anything but accept his fate. He had a responsibility, after all.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: Slytherin

Personality:
Huxley enjoys activities such as Quidditch and Duelling. He can certainly be rather competitive as he always wants to be the best. He strives to do well in school and bring pride to his family name.

Around other purebloods, he can be charismatic. But otherwise, he can be rather off-putting. He doesn't see a need to make friendships with others who can't help him get further in life.

Appearance:
Huxley is around average height for his age. He's got a slightly athletic build, and dark hair with brown eyes. He often is found with a smirk on his face.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
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.

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Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Roleplay Response:
Huxley tended to start his mornings with a pre-breakfast run. It helped him keep in shape for things like Quidditch, and he aimed to be the best. And the only way to get there was hard work.

As he was nearing the Great hall, however, there was a commotion as a boy was yelling at his rat, and then let out a horrid sneeze. The thing that really got Huxley, though, was him wiping his snot on his sleeve.

"Did no one tell you to cover your mouth when you sneeze?" Was probably raised by primates or something. If the boy had been any closer, he could have gotten some snot on Huxley himself, and then that boy would have had a lot more problems.

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