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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Willow Undergrove
Gender: Female
Age: 35 (20 January 1932)
Blood Status: Pure
Education: Hogwarts ’50 - Ravenclaw
Residence: Virgina Water, Surrey, UK
Occupation:[Investing, family business
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?No
Requested Magic Levels:C11D5T10S6
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? No
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Tim Winchester, et all
Biography: (300 words minimum.)Willow Undergrove truly only ever loved one man, and that love extends back as far as her eleventh year on earth.
She met Apollo Undergrove at a party that her parents were hosting. Willow, then with the surname Dubois, had not been looking forward to the affair. The parties were always garish, the people always boring, and the whole affair always seemed to reek of a pompous attitude that she never found worth paying much mind to. Her father had insisted she attend however, as she was just weeks away from venturing to Hogwarts and as such needed to start sussing out a pool of friends early on.
Through a magic twist of fate, she ended up coming across Apollo Undergrove, the charming and ever so handsome heir to one of the most notable families in the United Kingdom. She was struck not just by how lovely he was to look at, but how similarly disinterested in everything he too appeared to be. They bonded that evening over their mutual distaste for the party scene and indeed the particulars of the pureblood lifestyle as a whole.
Her father had intended for her to make friends before school, and that she had.
At Hogwarts, she was sorted into Ravenclaw (the first in her family to be placed there), and was overjoyed to find Apollo joining her (just another in a long line of Undergrove ravens). They spent the next seven years of their lives falling in love, and by their fifth year, Apollo had officially made Willow his and Willow had made him hers. The couple attracted a great deal of attention at school, their circle of friends remained wide, and they enjoyed their time at the castle more than most.
Upon their graduation, the two moved in to a small home together in London. Apollo craved some time away from Evermore and Willow craved a sense of adventure that only a city as hustling and bustling as the capital city could be. It was here that Willow really found her callings in life. Though she was a wealthy pureblood, she was never content to rest on that. She decided to use her station in life to do some good and she found herself getting involved in innumerable charitable causes while her husband learned the tricks of the trade.
When Apollo’s father passed unexpectedly, the two of them were forced to leave London and return to Evermore Hall. Apollo was handed the keys to the kingdom earlier than anticipated, and from the outset, the man was greatly stressed. Sensing the stress and knowing her husband needed time to mourn, Willow took all she had learned from their time in London and stepped up to the plate to help. It wasn’t customary for the women to have such power in the family, but Apollo was all too happy to have his wife sitting on a throne right next to him.
Together, they decided that it was time for their family to modernize. This interest was only further stoked upon Willow’s discovery of her pregnancy. Through the eight months of her pregnancy, she worked tirelessly alongside Apollo to restructure the family, make them more visible, and insist that the Undergrove name would no longer be drenched in the aging and musty traditions of years past but rather act as a beacon of modernity.
When their son Atlas came along, Willow and her husband became quite hands on parents. It was tough to balance the needs of the family empire with the needs of a child, but Willow was nothing if not determined. Atlas was given the best life possible, and her duties as co-head of the family were seen through to the best of her ability and beyond.
These days, Willow still helps guide the family alongside her husband, his most trusted confidant. She is a wonderful mother with a son who adores her (and his friends seem to agree), and she shows absolutely no signs of slowing down. Where her future adventures take her, she is very excited to discover.
Roleplay: You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:Option Two -The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.
And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.
Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.
"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.
"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.
"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.
Roleplay Response:”No, no, no need to apologize,” Willow said with a light laugh from the ground.
The bump at her back had come unexpectedly, and the crash into the snow equally so. She supposed she ought to’ve been bothered, but really, she found it rather funny. She’d been standing rather obliviously after all, trying to look over her holiday shopping list, so she’d probably earned a push into the cold white blanket below her. She wasn’t hurt at any rate, so there was nothing to do but smile.
The man who bumped into her though didn’t look so thrilled.
Her eyes turned to the ground to catch the mess of things scattered about, not too far from some tracks that showed a rather nasty slip. There was no question what’d happened, and immediately her heart was filled with a bit of sympathy for the man.
“Oh dear, let me help you,” she said, kneeling back to the ground to immediately begin helping the man pick up his things.
“Are you alright? These streets can be rather troublesome in the winter time, no question. I do hope that you’re not hurt.”
She placed some items into the box.
“I’m Willow by the way. Lovely to meet you.”OTHERHow did you find us?
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