Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Rupali Chadha
Birthday: 9 October 1952
Hometown: Liverpool
Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two): 1st year, 2nd year
Biography:Rupali was a good kid, she’d been raised to be perfect. Both her parents adored her, she was nicknamed
‘Rajkumari’ or ‘princess’ in their home and amongst all the relatives, who showered her with presents whenever they got the chance. At the age of eleven now, Rupali found hers to be a charmed life, there was nothing she would ever want to change. And judging by what her mother says about her blossoming into the perfect lady, she was likely to snag a handsome boy, most definitely well placed in society and with expensive tastes like her own, a lavish allowance to afford them a living- what more could she want.
As the darling child of the family, she has always been pampered and spoiled, but also expected to maintain a certain level of decorum when it comes to family. It wasn’t her place to question
Papa ji or
Mummy ji, it certainly wasn’t her place to give them her opinion on who she is allowed to meet with and how she is to greet them. Feet together, back straight, hair over one shoulder, not both- Rupa learnt to grit her teeth and obey, for if she didn’t smile for the picture, she would get an earful about something or the other. No, she couldn’t have her hair cut short, which boy would marry her if her beautiful hair was sheared off, Rupali knew she had to be sensible about her decisions, she couldn't be impulsive about something like that or the whole family would be involved.
Rupali has two older brothers, twins, rather demonic in her eyes when she was younger, but not quite that awful now. At least not to her. And for that she was grateful- she’d seen her male cousins get far worse treatment from them, lots of wrestling and chasing and beating in the name of fun. Boys really were strange creatures, like her
Didi said time and time again- her older sister Asvarya was someone she looked up to, someone she put up on a pedestal almost. She could be fun sometimes, she had a great sense of fashion, always finding new ways to make her look prettier. But she was also scary at times, her voice so much louder than her own in some ways- how she spoke her mind, how she had her way when she wanted, Rupa wished that she could be like her. Perhaps some day when she was older, she would face off her brothers and tell them off for being being horrid, or tell Papa ji to stop fighting with Mummy ji.
Or perhaps she would simply do as she’s told, it was far easier that way, to please them just enough to get her way when they weren’t paying attention.
Although she sometimes resents her lack of presence in the decision making in the house, it seems Rupali Chadha was quickly learning how to step around her family’s rather predictable tantrums, to come out of it richer (in her thinking), with new dresses, extra allowance for
Diwali, and a puppy if she milks hard enough.
Another side to Rupali that she herself is yet to discover, is when she will be attending Hogwarts, her first foray into a world not fully controlled by her family, one where she will meet other people, learn how they live, the choices they make and want to make. She has always been just a little distantly envious of children she sees in Diagon Alley whenever they went shopping for her siblings’ things- running in the street from store to store. What sort of parents they must have, to let them run like that, hair unkempt, laughing so loud that it reached the end of the street. Their family must not be very well-off or proper, if that was the kind of example they let their heirs set in public. How nice that must be, she thought, but also how wretched to have to take your sibling’s hand-me-downs for everything- Rupali didn’t like borrowing
Didi’s things, the last time that had happened, she had misplaced her hair clip and there had been hell to pay. She dreams of the day when she would get her acceptance letter, sometimes worrying in her little head at night that the owl may not ever come.
Her magical abilities had begun to show a few years prior, just little things that could be easily mistaken for something else- the wind chimes tinkling a little louder than usual, or the flame on the stove turning on by itself, burning the
dal in the pot in the process.
Rupa’s parents didn’t often notice, but her sister did. She’d been proud, appreciative, encouraging- she had noticed her, and that was something. Of course, she had almost immediately followed up with instructions on how to let her magic shine forth stronger, how to show their parents, prove to them this or show their
bhaiyya that. Eventually, Rupali had in fact managed to do something while her parents were around to see- and to her disappointment, heard them both declare that it was a matter of blood, not ability, and that of course Rupa was magical, and of course she would get her acceptance to Hogwarts- she needn’t fret, she could be no squib, and
god forbid it.
When she’s not in her bedroom in their Liverpool home, she’s often in the kitchen learning tips from the cook on how to make the best
Bharta she has ever had (even better than
Mummy ji’s, but nobody must tell her that). Other times, she accompanies her mother to go shopping or visiting friends and family- very rarely, she has been to her father’s family apothecary on Diagon Alley. She does love the smells in that place, the several meticulously labelled vials and packets of powders, pellets and shavings of ingredients she is sure that her British friends have never heard of. It filled her with an inexplicable sense of pride, visiting their shop, and sneakily running her hands across the colored bottles on display. It was her father’s pride for the establishment that bubbled within her, and fed her curiosity for this whole new world. It was still quite out of reach however, she wasn’t often brought along to business trips to the shop or the portside to get their shipments. No, she was more often than not lulled and lured away with other pretty, somewhat more interesting things available at her mother’s favorite French boutiques.
And so, Rupali has in the past year, found herself daydreaming a little less about wearing a
sari at her family’s function when she is of age, and a little more.. about standing behind the counter at
Apukara’s market, knowing the answers to any of the questions her customers ask.
Which feathers to use for this potion, and how much of that slug slime to add to that tincture? Rupali Chadha knows, she’s not only devastatingly beautiful but a hardened shopkeeper who knows all there is to know, who can put Borgin and Burke’s out of business, that’s who.She has even found herself sneaking into her sister’s room when she’s out, just to hunt out her potions textbook, since if she tried to read one from their library when
Papa ji was around, he just told her to not worry herself with that drivel until it is time to, often insisting that she go out and enjoy herself with her cousins instead.
One day, she thinks to herself just as she falls asleep tucked inside a silky rich duvet, one day, she will have this shop in her name, not her brothers, maybe her sister if she was still nice to her, and on that day, all the Chadhas will know how much they’d underestimated their little
Rajkumari.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Any
Personality: Pleasant and sweet-natured, and appears rather subdued- but that ought to not fool anybody once they get to know her, Rupali is simply taking her time to take stock of her options. She’s a clever girl, who often pretends to be a doe eyed innocent. It’s her biggest skill and power card at home after all.
She is also fun-loving and dying to engage in something ‘scandalous’ as her mother calls it.
Rupa enjoys the finer things, silk and satin fabrics, gold and bronze embroidery on her clothes, and pretty pins for her hair- she is very particular about her outer appearance and impression.
Appearance:Rupali is tall for her age, and she takes great pride in the fact. If she wears socks, they will be perfectly spotless and pulled tight up to her shins. She has long black hair down to her shoulders that is often braided down the back, though at other times it is pulled back into a pony tail.
She sometimes wears eyeliner, still learning to perfect it from her sister, and has manicured nails at all times. Her appearance matters a lot to her, she is not likely to skip out on her daily face care routine, probably owing to her mother’s and sister’s and even her grand aunt’s voice in her head it would be a crime to.
→ 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.
Rupali had been wandering around just outside the Slytherin common room for some time now, hoping to catch the Potion’s professor. They didn’t much like her, and that was a problem. She needed the professor to like her, especially if she hoped to get a good grade this term- she’d been trying her best! Really! And
Papa-ji simply had to see that, and the only way he would acknowledge it is if it showed on her record.
And thus, she had devised a plan, a simple one. She would hang around the dungeons till the professor showed up, and then let them know that she had done the homework, easy as pie! And, yes she would very much like something extra, something to really give her an overall wholistic, feel for the subject.
Big words, nice big fancy words Rupa, and your brightest smile. But just as she was about to turn the corner, she heard a voice, "H-h-hello?". Rupali stops in her tracks, listening for more, "Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"
Emma Birch.. the ghost? The girl frowns a little, wondering who was looking for the Slytherin girl's ghost. How horrid, why wouldn't they just leave her alone to have her tea, it seemed to be about that time of day for Emma.
Rupa wouldn't have said anything if she had sounded older, lest she get bullied by a 4th year when she could've just minded her own business, but seeing as the voice sounded like it belonged to a younger girl, she steps out from behind a pillar,
"Emma gets a little cranky if you disturb her tea time, you're not here to prank her or anything are you..?" No, she seemed like a sweet girl.. she wouldn't go upsetting Emma for the fun of it.
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