Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Rebecca Silvers
Birthday: June 23rd
Hometown: Kenilworth, England
Bloodline:Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination
Year (pick two): Fifth/sixth
Biography:If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long.Rebecca was born the fourth child to a fairly well off wizarding family. The entire collection was there that bright day: from cousins to great-uncles. They weren't exactly the largest wizarding family, but Rebecca's parents chose to face "tradition" and fill their house with lots of little witches and wizards.
Her father, Jacob Silvers, had come from an even smaller village where his family ran the bakery, as well as selling enchanted goods to visiting or local wizards. Deciding to continue his family trade, he moved to Kenilworth to live with his fiancee at the time, Adilah, Rebecca's mother. She was a bright young witch who came from a family that traced themselves back to a wizarding family from Morocco, but had moved to England after they had almost been revealed by muggles. As well as creating another bakery for the muggles in their neighbourhood, the pair decided to focus on the protection of magical creatures in the local area, collecting a small zoo in their back garden. With the growth of this collection, the pair moved, with their eldest child, to a small farm close to the town, with the pretence that they would be harvesting grain to use at their bakery.
Their first child was a girl named Malory, who joined Hogwarts to be top of her class whenever she could. She dedicated herself to knowledge, and grew fascinated with the origins of magic and spell making. This brought an influx of magical material into their house and Rebecca was from a young age surrounded by her sister constantly practising and experimenting with magic.
Their second was a boy they called Daniel. He was more interested in his parent's fascination with magical beasts and spent most his time treating them. By the time he was sent to Hogwarts, he was well-versed in the care and treatment of many magical creatures, and extended his knowledge for care and treatment of humans as well.
The third child was a quieter girl, Clara. Unlike her elder siblings, who chose to specialise, she learnt everything about anything and became a walking encyclopaedia. Constantly spouting knowledge, she also took it upon herself to teach Rebecca and her younger brother Christopher everything she knew.
Surrounded with intelligent, successful siblings, Rebecca knew she had to work hard to match their achievements and make her parents proud. She absorbed anything she came across as well as she could and would often stay up late trying to understand what her siblings talked about. As her elder siblings went off to Hogwarts (leaving Rebecca alone with a toddler for several years before it would be her turn) she grew closer with the muggle children in her neighbourhood and got a fascination in all the technology they had invented without magic.
When her father left to serve the war, she also took his place in the bakery, helping to create bread and cakes and serving behind the counter. Her father returned a few years later with an injury that meant he could no longer fight, but she continued to work beside him, learning about the adventures he had abroad and gaining a fascination for travel.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Hufflepuff
Personality:Rebecca is very determined to match and beat the achievements of her siblings, working hard to become at the same level as them. She wants to be able to take on any challenge and enjoys the thrill of doing something she doesn't know or something different. She applies herself very hard in her passions and in things that she isn't interested in, so it is often hard to tell what she truly enjoys. However, when doing something she does find interesting, she become more chatty and curious, seeking to learn more and bring others to work with her and connect their ideas. She seeks adventure and discovery, in the wizarding world, but also in the muggle world, where many of her friends lie. She is very inspired by family and feels that following their lead is very important in life.
Appearance:With Moroccan roots, Rebecca has tanned skinned and dark, thick hair with she like to tie up in a brightly coloured cloth. Her eyes are bright and brown, and she is on the rounder side from eating too many pastries and cakes from the bakery.
→ RETURNING STUDENTS.Note: This section is only for students who have been previously played at Hogwarts. Please see here for more information about Castle Dropouts levels/how many levels you are eligible to claim.Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application): HereNumber of New Levels Requested: 4 (two missing terms)
New Levels Request: C8D5T8S8
How your character kept up with their studies: With the declining health (and subsequent death) of her mother’s mother, Rebecca moved to Morocco with her mother and younger Christopher to care for the old woman. While there, Rebecca struggled to keep up with the language and the pressures that were going on around her and isolated, she became less dedicated to keep up with her studies. Despite this, her mother and other family members in the area took turns to educate her the best she could, and the girl was sent to a private tutor in the area to keep up her studies. With the death of her grandmother, given how close they had been in those two years, she sunk even lower and put little effort in it at all, barely improving since she left Hogwarts.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.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."
Rebecca had forgotten how good it had felt to be in the castle. Her feet found her way naturally around the castle, only slipping a little when the staircase changed and she wasn’t ready for it. She had forgotten being ready for it, but she was ready to be ready for it. The girl sat in the garden, wistfully working through some homework. With the nice weather, she had come here naturally and it seem so right to be clutching a textbook and some parchment. She had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed doing homework - how relaxing it all was. Sitting her, scribbling some nonsense about potions, enjoying the fresh breeze and the sweet fragrance of the flowers around her… She could forget everything that had happened, before her grandmother, before that. It was a fresh clean piece of parchment.
Some shouting and stomping shattered the perfect peace.
Her eyes flitted up, debating hiding from whoever it was in case they were someone she didn’t want to see. It was some other student, that she didn’t recognise. Sniffing and huffing and pulling up the flowers in search of some rat. For a second, Rebecca wondered whether it was a real rat or just a metaphorical one.
"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.” Of course it wasn’t. She wasn’t staring at him. Rather, she was staring at his snotty robes and dirty shoes and the ransacked gardens around him.
“It’s not polite to tear up the gardens, either. Someone’s clearly put a lot of work into them,” she retorted, no longer feeling like being that ever friendly person she may have been. She could be a different person now and even if she hadn’t been in Hogwarts for a while, she could own this place. Stop these little kids running around and ruining it all for her. That was it. She’d stop everyone ruining this for her - she stopped herself just before she started naming names. No poison on her tongue today. “So you can help me with something. First, don’t mess up the garden. Second, try to clear something up - those robes look like they need a good wash, if you aren’t going to replant this. And third? Move it.”
She had never said anything like that before. It made her wince secretly. Move it. Who was she becoming?
“I mean..” she turned back on herself, “If I can’t help you with anything, I’m a little busy. So scram.”
She wanted to just die. It was like she couldn’t control her own mouth anymore. So much for trying to make it nicer. Rebecca pushed a half-smile. In her mood, it probably resembled more of a scowl.
→ ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous):Only Rebecca
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