Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

Ahhh. Forget my question actually. I didn't see the thread in Elsewhere. XD;

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Karis Wolfram, formally known as Kristina
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-Three (July 1st, 1949)

Education: 
Transferred from Salem Institute in her fourth year and finished her education at Hogwarts. Class of '67

Community Applying To:
Hogsmeade / Diagon Alley / Knockturn Alley

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (example St Mungo's, Children's Home, the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No


Special Phrase: Tibbles Beard of Power

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Kristina Wolfram had died at the ripe age of Twenty.

Or at least, that was what the obituary sections of the Daily Prophet had read. she had been experimenting with potions in her apartment - attempting to recreate one she had learned in her time at Hogwarts - and it had worked.

Almost too well.

The potion was meant to give the appearance of death by slowing a person's heart rate down to near non-existent, while also displaying various other signs of death.

But why, you ask, did she fake her own death? Well, Kristina - as bright as she may have been in her twenty years on this planet at the time - had her occasional daft moments. She had a crazy notion in her head that if she died that her still life painting (Read as Muggle paintings - since Wizard paintings always seemed to freaked her out no matter how many times she passed them) would jump in value if people believed she had been dead.

What she had forgotten was that said artists had to be well known. Or that people had actually want to buy what she had painted.

Now, this wasn't saying that Kristina was a horrible artist, in fact she was rather brilliant in her abilities to create things (her skill in Transfiguration was proof of that), but not many people were likely to buy her works anyways. They had mainly been: self portraits, sceneries and/or random abstract paintings that would turn you elbow over arse while trying to decide it if was a person in the painting or just a bowl of fruit. Not to mention that some of the paintings were... rather questionable (read as suggestive) in style. However, those were the ones she typically burned or splashed over with a bucket of fresh white paint so she could start all over again.

So a week after Kristina Wolfram had died, she had came back to the world of the living with the new name of Karis Wolfram and played the act of the grieving twin - an act of which that lasted for about another month - before carrying on with life in general.

Had it been mentioned that she was rather daft at times?

ROLEPLAY
Reply as your character to the following:

It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.

Roleplay Response:
Karis resisted twisting her face in disgust when she saw the... thing that was tugging at her shirt. A shirt that she had just purchased! Now it was being tugged and probably pulled out of shape by grubby little fingers of a... a... a child!

Karis had never liked children. If that hadn't been clear at this point.

They were always crying for some reason. Or getting into trouble. OR making a complete mess of things. Sure, the woman wasn't any better, but at least she cleaned up after herself! Her messes were normally fun too. Or caused when she was having a bad day and wanted to paint vent art with her hands.

But children! Ugh. Even if she had disliked them, people would probably give her scolding looks if she reacted badly to the scared girl. She had been scared a lot as child as well, so maybe she could attempt to relate to the thing in front of her. Kristina Karis had been disciplined a lot when she was younger for being scared though, since Wolfram's should never have anything to be afraid of. But it probably wasn't wise to follow that line of thought.

Her eyes widened slightly when she saw what the girl was holding, however. Even if she disliked children, Karis always felt herself melt and feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside at the sight of things that were adorable. It was probably the only reason she smiled - and call her horrible if you want - but she pictured the little girl as a small puffskein as well. It made her slightly more bearable.

"How about we go look for your mommy then?" Karis all about cooed in response to the little her and her puffskein pair of puffskeins. She kneeled down and offered two fingers for the girl to hold onto before deciding to lead her back into the darkness in search of the mother of the lost girl puffskein.