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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Serephina Bardaux
Birthday: 14. June 20th 1960
Hometown: London
Bloodline:Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination
Year (pick two): 4th please or 5th
Biography:Life was good.
Serephina was out with friends
–per usual, she spent almost no time at home, because there were more important things to do than be ignored by her father and pestered endlessly by her mother like a itchy scab that just refused to fall off her knee–
(hah, as if she’d have a scab)
having the time of her life bobbing around from house to house. Her feet hurt in her de la Roche heels, but she had the decency to still have them on and not in her hands like some peasant when she pushed through the door at 3ish-4ish-5(?) in the morning.
School was over. She’d made it through the last year of lower years and was ready to conquer the world. Which she may or may not have screamed outside of the window of the limo they rented on the way home.
But rather than slip quietly into her bedroom, she stood frozen in the foyer in front of maybe the only person that could cause a dash of fear in her heart.
Helena, the nanny.
“Serephine Ophelia. We need to talk,” dark eyes flashes as she crinkled a piece of paper in her hands.
Life
was good.
“They’re being dramatic.” Serephina pouted her lip out in her father’s office the next morning while he barely looked up at her, busy with a quill in his hand.
“So you didn’t skip out on upward of 20 lessons, cause 3 students to drop out, call the headmaster a—” his eyes squinted at the paper, “-’weak jawed demiguise of a man without the skill or tact to turn invisible’ in front of an assembly and–”
“He was trying to cancel the closing dance and-”
“Enough, Serephine. Beauxbatons kicked you out. Just be lucky I could get you into Hogwarts.”
“But–”
“And you’re going to stay with your aunt in London. Maybe she can knock some sense into you.”
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Gryff please
→ 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.
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:Type your response here.
Please read the below note before writing your response:
When responding to the RP sample, please do not powerplay the other character in any way. This includes assuming a significant prior relationship between your character and the RP sample character, assuming any information about them that isn't explicitly detailed in the sample above, or powerplaying Hugh's pet rat. If in doubt about whether something constitutes powerplay, err on the side of caution and write something else!
Please also treat this sample as you would treat a real thread and leave your response open-ended to ensure the other character has a chance to respond. This means that your character should not walk away from or otherwise end the interaction in your response.Serephina was annoyed. There was nothing fun to do in this stupid town. All her friends had been left behind in France. Her cousins were okay. Maybe they’d get on better but for now, she just wanted to get a little sun and wallow.
The hope was dashed fairly quickly when a little girl started screeching at her friends or whatever. How annoying. One little silencing spell and–
Serephina cleared her throat and hid her wand deeper in her bag. “Who me?” She looked behind her. Surely this child was talking to someone -anyone- else. “Do I look like I play in the grass?”
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