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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Noelle Marie Winsday
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years old
Bloodline: Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Wesley Winsday and Angel Winsday (played)
Residence: Hogsmeade, Scotland
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)? NA
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? NA
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Galyn and Winsday, etc.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)J U N E 1 9 4 0
Flame.
Flame, flame, flame.
She watched them dance, watched them sputter. Blue eyes followed them wherever they floated, serene and crackling midair, magical little tongues of fire that burst into being. She heard the chorus of voices, each of them cueing at uneven beats to produce another volley of the burning balls. She heard one voice, jubilant and deep and spitting just like the flames, and she loved it.
She loved it. She loved him. She gurgled, and she was happy.
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A P R I L 1 9 4 4
Da-Da was sick again.
She could hear him coughing in the room where her parents slept, could hear the soft murmuring from under the door as Maman soothed him. The rest of the house was silent. Noelle was silent, listening and playing with a stuffed dragon already showing the wear and tear of a small child's love. In the corner, their golden retriever Circe kept the little girl under her watchful eye, snuffing every so often with her face on her paws.
She didn't mind, not really. Maman was being good to Da-Da, and although she was very little Noelle understood that when Da-Da was sick, she needed to be good too. And she liked being alone. She liked playing with her dragon.
But she wished Da-Da would throw her up in the air like he used to. She wished Maman would make crepes and cream again and let her help instead of cooking hurriedly so she could go work at the sweet shop.
Sometimes Noelle wished she didn't have to play with her dragon so often.
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:Maman took her to the park whenever she could, and today the sun was especially warm and Noelle was especially happy to be out and about, rolling in the grass and giggling at the clouds that looked like dragons and unicorns floating lazily in the bright blue sky.
"John, I said wait up!"There were other children too. Noelle looked up and watched as the girl -- who was still bigger than she was -- ran after her brother. Noelle wondered what it would be like to have a brother. She wondered if Maman and Da-Da would get her one.
"Maman," she called over to the slim, dark-haired woman on the blanket in her inquisitive, high-pitched voice. "Maman, can I have a--"
"You!"Noelle stopped talking and looked back around, eyes wide. The girl was shouting at her.
..."Do you want to play?"O-oh. Noelle nodded, little pigtails bobbing enthusiastically and forgetting all about brothers. "O-kay."
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