Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Titania Lynne Knave

Birthday: October 28, 1952

Hometown: Wizarding London

Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / [Pureblood] / Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
[Divination] / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / [Conjuring & Summoning]

Year (pick two): 6th or 7th

Biography:

First Day of Term – 1963

Goldie waved from the platform, or rather, she raised her sturdy, squib arm into a stiff L shape in the direction of Titania’s window as the train got on with things. For her part, Titania dragged her lips back over her teeth, though the gesture lacked the requisite upward tilt at the corners to make it a smile.

She didn’t want to go to school.

And she wished her parents were seeing her off, not the nanny.

Last Day of Term – 1964

Titania had been wrong, and she was fully prepared to admit that.
Titania had been wrong, and she was fully prepared to pretend that she’d seen the potential of Hogwarts the whole time.

What a wealth of new knowledge she had to torment Goldie with! And her with no wand of her own to defend herself. Certainly, those Ministry wizards had better things to do than actually monitor every little errant underaged spell outside the castle.

First Day of Term – 1964

Goldie was back on the platform with her impression of a statue waving. Alone.

Titania didn’t even look at her this time. The train left.

She supposed she was lucky to be back, with the warning she’d received over summer. Turned out those Ministry wizards did, in fact, have nothing better to do. She also supposed that maybe the squirrels in Hyde Park had been the wrong targets for transfiguration practice. Lastly, she supposed she didn’t blame her parents for not coming this time. She supposed.

No matter; lesson learned.

Titania was allowed to do magic for the next nine months, and she was going to take full advantage.

Last Day of Term - 1965

“You’ll be volunteering in the Hospital Wing next year.”

“Am not.”

“Yes, you are. High time you actually start focusing on something productive. And you’re going to attend that Camp Loki this summer.”

“Am not!”

Titania had known it had been a trap. She hadn’t been able to help the butterflies when she first saw her mother standing next to Goldie on the platform. But hers was not a mother to show up and whisk her daughter off on a bonding spree. Hers was not even a mother that took her out to ice cream. Hers was a mother that hired others to do so.

“I’m only here to explain in person, I know how little regard you have for what Goldie says.”

“She never talks! Just grunts!”

Goldie grunted.

“Anyway, I need to get back to the hospital. Goldie will take you home, but don’t unpack. And don’t wait up. Your father and I both need to work late.”

Last Day of Term – 1966

Goldie didn’t even wave as Titania trudged up to her. She did cross her arms and match the girl’s glower.

“You stay home this summer,” she said eventually.

Titania’s brow formed a question mark.

“Missed you. Brat.”

Early Summer – 1966

“No pranks on garden man—”

“HA!”

“I said no pranks!”

It was the nearly imperceptible hardening of every muscle behind those words, which made Titania reconsider.

“He has a bad heart.”

Many years in the future, Titania would look back and be grateful on behalf of her younger self that that man didn’t have another heart attack.

Midsummer – 1966

“You can’t just be mean.”

“Can, too.”

Goldie grunted.

“What if they deserve it?”

“Even so.”

“You’re mean!”

“No. I’m tough. Is different.”

“Liar! Everyone’s mean. Just in different ways.”

“No.”

Goldie rose quicker than Titania had ever seen her move. She stiffened like a board being hugged by a tree.

“I’m sorry they taught you that.”

Last Day of Summer – 1966

“You do well in the hospital wing—”

“Ugh. I don’t want to do hospital wing at all!”

“You’ll be Great Healer one day.”

“I’d rather keep the healers employed. You know, do something not dull. Maybe one day they’ll slap me on the table in front of her. Wonder if she’d even notice.”

“You do well, I talk to your mum, I take you to France.”

“I don’t want to go to France.”

“You want to go to France.”

“You want to go to France.”

“France is nice. Do well in the hospital wing.”

First Day of Summer – 1967

It was her father waiting.

Titania hated how handsome he was, how un-bulky and un-wrinkled he was. How un-stay-away-when-he-wasn’t-wanted. How un-Goldie.

“Mum couldn’t make it?”

Her father frowned, catching the accusation.

“She’s just started a new position, Titania.”

Titania nodded.

“We’ve spoken and agreed that you’re old enough to stay home unsupervised this summer, if that’s what you’d like.”

She would’ve liked to go to France.

“We also think you’re old enough to get yourself home next year—
“Oh, stop pouting! You’re entirely old enough to go without a nanny anymore. A ridiculous expense! Can you believe she expected us to fund a holiday!?”

Titania stood up straighter and started walking. With her back firmly to her father, she looked up to stop her eyes prickling.

“I’ll go to camp.”

She missed Goldie.

Early Fall – 1967

It was after curfew, but Titania strode right up to the heavy, closed doors. It smelled like potions and tictures. It smelled like her mother.

She put her hand on the door and didn’t push.

Spring – 1969

She smelled potions and tictures. Her arm hurt.

An attendant told her not to move too much, it’d be another few hours before the potion took full effect to heal the broken bone, and she was lucky that was all it was, going into the forest alone like that.

Titania argued, tried to get up. Insisted they were making a bid deal, and luck had nothing to do with it, this one time out of the hundreds was more a comment on her prowess!

The Head Nurse came out. They gave her another potion. When she woke up, they gave her another detention.

She smelled like her mother.

Last Day of Term 1969

Her mother was on the platform.

She smelled like flowers and potions and tinctures.

“You won’t be going to camp this summer, you’ll be volunteering at the hospital.”

“Am not.”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Your daughter.”

“Exactly! You’re not some squib. You’re not some low-class delinquent. And you will make something of yourself if I have to do it for you!”

Titania thought of Goldie and her rigid features. She fixed her own. She supposed they’d see how much healing she did this summer.

She supposed.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: Ravenclaw

Personality:

A rebel. Titania is someone who lives in the moment. She chafes against authority. She’s bright, insatiably curious, and enjoys creating uncomfortable situations to see how people react. She is a boundary-tester.

Slow to let people in, Titania falls hard. To those who manage to get close to her she is the hallmark of a loyal friend. She will ruthlessly defend her loved ones and simultaneously allow them to get away with murder. She’d probably help.

Appearance:

Titania is overall inconspicuous in appearance. She has an average height and slim build good for slinking about. Her long, brown hair is as remarkable as any other of the brunettes wandering about the castle, and her brown eyes in their flat affect do well to hide the tumult of thought behind them. Sometimes-often-this suits her and allows her to be a fly on the wall in the goings on of everyone around her. Other times, it irks the experimenter in her, and she’ll be prone to completely changing her appearance, waiting to see how long it takes anyone to notice.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

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:

Let loose during Potion’s class. Or in the Prefect’s bathroom. Too many cats in the dormitories, so that wouldn’t do.

Titania hadn’t quite decided the flavor of chaos for her target’s destiny yet, but she’d determined to find that rat before the careless Ogre who’d disturbed both her peace and the poor flowers. He’d been so wrapped up in in his pursuit, the boy hadn’t noticed her. She’d snatched up the mostly intact pastry from the bench she’d been lounging on and slipped into the undisturbed rows behind Hugh on his rampage.

Titania fished the pastry from her pocket, unwrapped it from the napkin she’d nestled it in, and dropped bits torn from it on the ground. All she needed was a candy house.

Things had been going well, she’d managed to stay mostly out of sight. It was the sneeze and bad timing that did her in. She startled hard enough to expose her position, and once she was standing straight upward again, all it took was Hugh turning just perfectly for him to catch her in his periphery. No time to dark back into cover, she tried for casual, but when his eyes flicked upward, she’d already been staring.

”It’s not polite to stare.”

It took everything in her not to mock the words or roll her eyes.

Instead, Titania chased the surprise from her face and let her expression go flat.

“It’s not polite to go showering the world with the inside of your nose so early in the morning either, now is it,” she said matching his haughtiness. With her nose turned just so slightly upward, she gestured at the glisten patch on the cuff of his robes, “You have something on your sleeve there.”


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