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Archived Applications / August Weston (Beauxbatons Transfer)
« on: 01/08/2015 at 04:50 »
Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: August Weston
Birthday: May 14th, 1931. (Age 14)
Hometown: Paris, France.
Bloodline: Halfblood.
Magical Strength (pick one):
C/S.
Magical Weakness (pick one):
T.
Year (pick two): Fourth Year, Third Year. (Fourth preferred!)
Biography:
The War is over, France is ruined, Europe is ruined.
August is the son of a Muggle Father and a Pureblood Mother. His Mother was disowned by her family for conceiving a child with a Muggle man, and thus was also deemed a “Blood Traitor” to all elitist, Wizarding families. August grew up rather sheltered and was shipped off to Beauxbatons for his first year of schooling as the war began to erupt throughout France.
As an only child, August was tutored by his mother and knows how to fluently speak French and English. Despite this, he’s never been confident in either language. Often confined by his shyness, he doesn’t talk much except to those he truly trusts. His family, chiefly, and very few friends at Hogwarts.
Beauxbatons for August wasn’t easy, he was just entering a time in his life where he found he wasn’t exactly interested in girls anymore. Toppled on worrying about his father, things went downhill quickly for August.
A lot had changed for poor August by second year. During the War, his father (a Muggle) went to go fight off the SS Invasions of France, only to be brutally captured and slaughtered by Nazi soldiers. His mother had decided to transfer him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to separate him from the pain that he’s endured in France, and to keep him from seeing the aftermath of the war that’s destroyed France.
August hardly expected to flourish at Hogwarts, too nervous and shy to make many friends outside of Action Black’s “Voodoo Crew” – A gang of Hogwarts students. August has a mounting worry for his friends in the Crew figuring out about his interest in guys, and his variety of crushes on everyone from Quidditch Players to Professors at Hogwarts. One might say he’s desperate, others might say he’s just not gutsy enough to make a move on anybody.
What the future entails for August, who knows? In his mind, hopefully something that doesn’t involve in him being ousted by the members of Action’s crew or being beat up by someone else. August already has enough problems on his hands, and would rather stay as incognito as possible about his love life and his life in general.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
House Request: Hufflepuff!
Personality: August is horribly shy and meek, making friends for him isn’t easy as he doesn’t like to talk a lot. Filled with teenage angst, and horrified by most everything, he keeps to himself. He’s slightly feminine about his movements and gestures and his voice is warm and full of emotion when he does talk.
Appearance: He’s thin and certainly not fit to play Quidditch or do anything sporty. When his father died, he kept from eating for a long time and only stopped fasting when his mother forced him to eat again. He’s gone back to eating at Hogwarts, and his only put on a bit of weight. His eyes are blue-grey and his hair is a light hazel tone.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
The Spellbound Prompt that no longer exists because I didn’t copy it when I made this application but I promise it did exist.
August was off to the Kitchen Corridor, he just wanted to go to bed. It’d been a rough day and he had most certainly already failed his Potions lesson. He sulked quietly off counting the flagstones on the floor as he made his way back to the common room. It wasn’t that August hated Hogwarts, it was just that he was terrified of Hogwarts. Of the people, of the Professors, of the boys, of everyone. Everything and everyone seemed to be out to get him.
As he strode pass the Spellbound Room, he moved rather quickly. August had been practically been martyred for the greater good of journalism infront of Spellbound once before, the interviewers were fiercely interested in latching onto any student that could provide a story. As he nearly rounded the corner, he heard someone calling out his name.
“Oh no.” He thought, “No, no, no!” His mind raced, there was no where to hide and he could tell someone was gaining on him quick.
“Wait up! It’s for the paper!” The girl said.
He blinked twice, “Not the paper.” He thought, huffing and stopping before turning around.
“I do-don’t really want to be interviewed tonig—” The girl cut him off, mid-sentence.
“What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.” She interjected.
“I-.. ermm..” He stared at the flagstones of the floor again, before looking up.
“I l-like cuisses de grenouilles.. erhrm.. frog legs.. but they’re nothing like the ones in Paris..” He nodded quickly.
“Please don’t.. tell me you want my name.” He begged, knowing he’d HAVE to provide his name despite the fact he hated being interviewed.
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