Philippa Kane | Elsewhere Child

[Philippa Kane]

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Philippa Lucille Kane, aka Pippa, aka Pip

Gender: Female (she/her)

Age: 10

Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Helen Kane (played character)

Residence: Cambridge, England

Faceclaim: Milly Alcock

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)? N/A.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? N/A.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Helen Kane, Thijs Märchen, Tessa Anderssen, Felicity (Flick) Walker

Biography:
Despite all her mum’s assertions to the contrary, being ten years old is not easy nor fun. And the future certainly isn’t a seashell oyster.

The world is large and overwhelming, and everyone seems to know what’s going on much better than Philippa Kane could ever hope to. Primary school is over. All that’s left is a crazy, tumultuous hereafter, in which nothing stays the same and everything changes. Her friends are different, her body doesn’t feel the same, and even her magic is beginning to do weird things. What’s a girl supposed to do?

It doesn’t help that her mum’s an Auror who just about everyone seems to know—and now these people who know Philippa, too. They’re mostly nice, but also nuts, and crazy, and a little bit mental. something something villages taking kids, or whatever her mum says. 

At the precipice of heading to Hogwarts, Philippa’s convinced that the universe has made some sort of cosmic mistake. She’s not particularly gifted with magic, nor particularly athletic, or charming, or smart, or brave, or –idon’tknow- ambitious? Philippa is half-convinced the Sorting Hat will take one whiff of her and burst into laughter. She’ll surely be ripped to shreds when everyone at Hogwarts realises she’s not like her mum at all—she’s just a massive fraud.

But jokes on them. 1975 is the year that Philippa Kane, aka Pippa, aka Pip, reinvents herself in a big way, okay.

She’s a blank slate, she’s going to say yes to everything, she’s going to turn out so smart and cool and totally different to how her mum ever was. All whilst living under her mum’s roof! It’s a foolproof plan. Foolproof.

Roleplay:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:

Her mum didn't know she was in Godric Park.

Pip = one. Mum = zero.

Her mum had left for work and Pippa had left for the fireplace, half a handful of Floo power scuffed across the tops of her new shoes. Her hands had trembled as she'd said the words, and if Pippa had to be a critic, she'd probably call her performance half-hearted at best. She wasn't particularly good at Floo'ing. Or holding her breath like she was supposed to when transporting herself across half of the country via fireplace.

Yes, her mum didn't know she was in Godric Park. It also meant her mum didn't know that Pippa was about to be terribly sick. Terribly, awfully, nastily sick.

She felt victory of her achievement (read: Floo'ing!) tugging at her for all of maybe two seconds, just enough to watch three boys zoom across the sky on broomsticks. Pippa could've sworn one of them did a corkscrew, which just made her feel sick all over again. Or was that the sky, spinning?

The little girl's voice was tinny in her ears. Pippa was gonna be sick all over that little girl's practise broom. Oh, no.

She held up a hand, and pressed the other to her mouth. "Stay back!" she warned, "I'm about to be sick!" 

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