Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name:
Dorothy Aster Joy Heller

Birthday:
January 11th, 1955

Hometown:
Delamere, Cheshire

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two):
First, Second.

Biography:
Born into a family who didn’t have much, Dorothy spent a lot of her time waiting. Waiting for her parents to come home from their long working days, waiting for them to save up enough to get her new shoes when her’s had worn straight thorough the sole, waiting for her elderly grandmother to fall asleep so she could escape the house and try to find some other children who might want to become her friends, as the small Heller house lacked much in terms of entertainment for a child.

Had her grandmother known what she was doing, all those afternoon she stood hidden outside the gates to the muggle school watching the children play and wishing she had the courage to approach them, she would have been in for. The only saving grace in her grandmother’s eyes might have been that Dorothy never actually could find the courage to approach the children. She had never had a friend, and the only other children she had interacted with were the few times she had met her pureblooded cousins, who turned up their noses at her and her muggle father. This was an attitude that was shared by her grandmother, who only communicated with him through disapproving huffs and disgusted grunts.

Dorothy spent much time hidden from view, observing the muggle children as they played, learning as much as she could about them from a distance. One time, she snuck into their school and nicked an unattended schoolbook in mathematics that she read so many times that the pages started falling out and she could recite it in her sleep. On other days she would wander around the forest, collecting and categorising different flowers that she would press in newspapers she sometimes found in little boxes outside muggle houses.

The days she did not escape her grandmother was spent being lectured about family history, the disgrace of her mother marrying a muggle, the importance of her magical heritage and the noble magical arts, how disgraceful it was that she was a half-blood, the accomplishments of her pureblooded cousins, and how she might be able to break away from the shame of her heritage if she applied herself to magical studies, even if it was unlikely with a father like her’s. Dorothy had mixed feelings towards her magical abilities. She longed for the chance to prove herself as worthy to her grandmother, to prove that despite her father she could be just as accomplished as her cousins. At the same time she loved her father a great deal, even if his world scared her, and hated how he was excluded and mocked by her magical relatives.

On her 10th birthday, her parents surprised her with a rare gift, a leather bound notebook and quill, for her to write her stories and observations down. She had teared up when she opened the gift, for it looked more expensive than anything she had ever owned on her own. From that day, the book came with her everywhere she went, and was safely tucked underneath her pillow at night. She was always careful with what she wrote down, as she never wanted the pages to run out, and went over each addition in her head multiple times before putting it on the pages. Her inner most thoughts and feelings she still kept to herself in her head, but she filled the papers with imaginary stories about the children she observed, the words to the songs and rhymes she’d heard them sing, and pressed flowers with detailed notes on looks and location.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request:
Slytherin (first) or Ravenclaw (second)

Personality:
Dorothy might lack social courage, but she is extremely curious, desperate to prove herself and has the ambition to raise high above her humble and somewhat shameful beginnings. She is patient and calculating, always thinking things over at least thrice before committing to something to make sure she makes the right choice. However, once she has decided on a course to take she is stubbornly loyal to it.  She has grand plans for her future, although not very detailed yet, and a creative imagination. She lacks any social experience with other children, and has mixed feelings of panic and excitement at the prospect of studying at Hogwarts with so many other people around.

Appearance:
Short and scrawny, with whole but very worn robes, Dorothy was easy to miss. Her hair was a dark brown, and often kept in two long braids that reached almost to her knees and a widows peek on her forehead. Her eyes were dark grey and round, to big for her face  which combined with a fairly small curved nose to make her look somewhat like an owl, especially as she had a tendency to intensely observe her surroundings.

→ 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.

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Roleplay Response:

Dorothy loved the quietness of the dungeons. It was one of the few places at Hogwarts where she could just relax and slow down, without all these people around. Everywhere she went there were people, in the common rooms, lessons, mealtime, even when sleeping there were other students there. It was overwhelming for someone who was used to only having herself and an elderly half senile witch for company.

She was making progress on learning to be around people. On the train ride to the school she had shared a compartment with two other students, who she managed to introduce herself to, even if she spent the rest of the ride with her nose in her book, listening intently to every word they said while pretending to read. She had also gotten the name of the other first year girls in her house, and even talked to one of them over breakfast about the lessons of the day. All in all, great progress if she could say so herself.

Still, the noice of it all got to her. So she had found her refuge in the dungeons. From what she had picked up from the other students talking, no one really liked wandering around down here who did not need to. Even the Slytherin students seemed to mostly stick to the common room and potions classes. Which made it perfect for her.

Dorothy was mindlessly taping out the melody of the one song her grandmother had taught her, which always helped to calm her down, when she heard what sounded like faint footsteps approaching. She stoped the tapping and pushed herself further into the shadows, hoping the teacher or prefect (the only people she had seen in this part of the dungeon) would walk by without noticing her.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?” rang out in the silence.

The voice surprised her. The girl sounded to be about her age, calling for another girl, who’s name Dorothy recognised but she could not place the name. She froze for a minute, debating with herself what she would do. She could just hide back and hope the girl went away. But her calling might bring more people to investigate this part of the dungeon. And, importantly, Dorothy had decided to learn how to interact more with other students. She went over her options again in her head again, and decided to give it a go.

”I.. I don’t think there is anyone else here” she said while moving so she was just in view of the other girl. She looked to be alone, and not very intimidating, which Dorothy decided made her a good candidate to make acquaintance with. She quickly continued ”I haven’t seen anyone at any rate… I’m Dorothy Heller by the way.”

Dorothy gave the girl a small wave with her hand, not really feeling confident enough to approach and offer her hand, but tried a small smile.

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