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[Ana Lavinia Beckett]

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Ana Lavinia Beckett
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Blood Status: Half-Blood

Education: 
Graduate of Hogwarts School, Class of 1943. Hufflepuff House.

Residence:
London, born in Scotland.

Occupation
Unemployed

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
If accepted, I would like to apply for a position at the Daily Prophet.

Requested Magic Levels:
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• Charms: 8
• Divination: 9
• Transfiguration: 7
• Summoning: 8

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
None!

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Ana was eleven the year that she could no longer remember her mother. It was her father, Thomas Edwin Beckett, who raised her on his own during her years at Hogwarts.

Tom Beckett was born into a wealthy pureblood family in England in 1905. His family strongly opposed muggleborns, half-bloods and the muggle world in general, however he did not share their opinion. He has a theory that he fell in love with a muggle shortly after graduating from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He then moved to her village in Scotland in order to get away from his family. Tom can no longer remember anything about the woman he may have married. She is a shadow, an imaginary figure in his mind.

Tom returned to London in 1937 shortly after Ana’s acceptance into Hogwarts. He has since tried to reach out to his family while working at the Ministry, but has had no such luck.

Ana had always been a free spirit growing up, mirroring after her father. She was a troublemaker as a child and well into her late teens. She broke the rules many times, acted on impulse and spoke her mind in a time when it was not always safe to do so.

Although she excelled in many of her classes while at Hogwarts, she yearned to be a reporter, writing for the Daily Prophet. Her father’s political and sympathetic views on the equality of muggleborns in England strongly influenced and shaped her own views growing up. She was a strong supporter of F.E.W. during her time at Hogwarts and even assisted them with documenting their fight for equality in a small, anonymous, student press. Ana moved back in with her father after graduating from Hogwarts. She worked briefly at a pub in Hogsmeade to save enough money to rent out a small flat in London. Her new one bedroom apartment overlooks a sketchy alleyway, but it’s one small step in the right direction. Next stop: Daily Prophet.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Roleplay Response:
Ana Beckett was having that dream again. It was her tenth birthday party. There was a cake with candles that danced like fireflies, hovering just above the delicious green icing. It sat in front of her at their old, tiny kitchen table in a cottage she couldn’t quite remember. The radio was on. The radio was always on. Ana’s father was in the doorway, smoking a cigarette, cursing under his breath, while trying to repair their broken camera. This was a yearly occurrence. Ana was speaking to someone, but her image of him or her was blurry, as if she was looking at a photograph that didn’t seem quite right.

Ana opened her eyes and squinted at the sun coming in through her bedroom window. She sighed and turned onto her back, staring at the ceiling.

“C’mon Ana, it was just a dream,” she mumbled to herself. Rubbing her eyes, she leapt out of bed a little too quickly, only to stumble towards her closet.

She changed into a dark green suit jacket and matching skirt, adjusted her messy, brown hair into a crown braid and continued her daily routine until she was looking in the mirror. She picked at her hair some more, trying to flatten it down a bit. Her father always called her Ana “Donne”; Donne being the Gaelic term for someone sporting brown hair.

“Okay, today you get a job.”

Ana longed to work at the Daily Prophet, but until that point finally came, she would continue to apply for various pubs, restaurants, shops and other establishments in Diagon Alley.

Ana tied her cloak around her neck, pulled out her wand and within a few seconds, had Apparated onto the cobblestone street in Diagon Alley. She couldn’t help but smile every time she entered Diagon Alley. It reminded her of the many times she dragged her father there just so they could look through the windows of the shops when she was a little girl.

As she took a step forward toward one of the shops, she heard a cry for help. Ana looked around, searching for the person who cried out, but couldn’t see anything what with the hustling lunchtime crowd. She got down on all fours and saw a young women desperately reaching out to grab her shoe, which had fallen off. She slid her way between some wizards in the middle of the street, and managed to grab the shoe before a frustrated wizard crushed it. She held out her hand for the young woman to grab, trying not to get knocked over in the process.

“Grab my hand!”

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