Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Sofia Circe Rose

Birthday: 10 December 1956

Hometown: London

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): Second or Third

Biography:
Sofia was just a baby when she lost her mother. Sometimes she thinks she remembers her when a wave of sleep is just about to peak.

(--she remembers grabbing soft blonde curls, musical laughter, and hums of I love yous. She remembers crystal blue eyes, lips that pressed onto her temple, leaving behind the smell of pineapple and bubblegum. She remembers gentle swaying from seldom being set down--)

But then the wave of sleep crashes down, and she’s never sure if it was all just a sweet dream.

Despite losing her mother and having a father that she eagerly waited for at the window every Christmas and Birthday, only to be let down, life was not bad for Sofia. She had about a big brother and about a thousand cousins and aunts and uncles that loved her like she was their own. She was tucked under wings and drowned in affection.

There was very little to complain about. After her mother was killed, she stayed first with Auntie Sere and then with Uncle Corvus, who gave her all the love and attention she could need. And when Auntie Athena started having babies of her own, it was almost like becoming a big sister! And she loved her little siblings, too.

All that love, but sometimes she just felt out of place. Like she didn’t quite belong or fit in. She couldn’t explain it, even to herself.

Maybe when she was older, she’d be able to understand better. For now, she just tried her best.


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

House Request: Just not Slyth or 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 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:

Sofia was relaxing in the sun, letting it warm her skin while she ran her fingers over the flower petals. It really was a lovely day. Until someone came running through the place, kicking up dust as he went.

She decided to mind her own business, hoping to blend in with the flowers until he left. Shy to the core, she didn’t feel much like talking with anyone new today. So she was quiet as a field mouse.

Or like the rat he was looking for.

Giggling at the thought, she looked up for just a moment, locking eyes with him. Oh no. And now he was likely to think she was laughing or him or worse... wanted to talk to him.


“Um,” she squeaked, “Did you know that it’s been proven that flowers can actually hear bees buzzing and react to the sound? Maybe the flowers just think you’re a bee and are trying to welcome you with pollen.”

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