Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Artemis Marquis
Birthday: July 28th 1941
Hometown: Dublin
Bloodline: Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination
Year (pick two): FOURTH pleaseeeeeee. Or 5th.
Biography: The legend of Polly and Artie was simple…
They were born as twins because there was simply too much energy and mischief to fit into only one person. But their bond was so strong that at times it seemed as though they really were one person. Identical sisters whose lives revolved around each other and adventure.
Artemis was very good at adapting. Their family took part in both muggle and wizarding branches of government. Which meant very little to Artie except that it meant dad wasn’t around much because he was very busy. But, unbeknownst to her, it made her comfortable around the well-to-dos of both the muggle and wizarding communities. She was no expert at behaving herself. But she was good with concealing the magical parts of her when she needed to.
If anything, having a busy family only strengthened the bonds between her and her sister. One of the many great things about having a twin was that, while they shared most everything, they had different strengths and weaknesses and they were always helping each other get stronger. Where Polly was the planner, Artemis relied more on thinking on her toes. But they
learned from each other. There would come a time when Artemis would need to separate herself from her twin. At least that was what her parents told them. But she couldn’t see that happening any time soon. It was an unthinkable prospect.
Her first few years at Hogwarts were wicked and wild. The adventure junkee found all types of things to get her hands into including pranks, trips to the Forbidden Forest and dungeon exploring. Friendly and outgoing, Artie made plenty of friends and spent more than her fair share of time in detention. It was all worth it though. What was life without a little bit of trouble?
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: GRYFFINDOR PLEASE for twin plot reasons
Personality:Tell us a bit about your character’s personality (likes, dislikes, fears, etc.) What are they like on a good day versus a bad one? Is your character particularly cheerful? Do they hate sunlight?Appearance:Briefly describe your character's appearance (hair color, build, stature, etc.) What effect does it have on their personality? For example, does the shy Ravenclaw girl secretly dye her hair black because she hates her natural blonde? Does the curly-haired Gryffindor use charms to hide his freckles?→ 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.
The dungeons were creepy, for sure. But Artie liked creepy things. Sometimes. A good scare was plenty of fun. The quickening of her pulse, the way the little hairs on the back of her neck stood up… it was a differnent kind of scary than, say, cliff diving. But she loved it all.
This kind of fear was more of a mind game than anything. Once you let yourself get worked up too much?
Game over. Go home.
But it would take more than silly ghost stories to send her running for the hills. Not when a dare was on the line. She
always won truth or dare. So she walked down the deserted damp corridor, fingers trailing against the stone wall, carefully keeping her head, safe in the thought that nothing
really terrible ever happened at Hogwarts. Right? Emma Birch was nothing more than a myth created to keep kids in their beds at night.
It took her about two seconds to realize she wasn’t alone after all, and she ducked into the shadows, crouched down, a grin forming on her lips. This was going to be fun.
"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"“Yesssss,” she groaned, adding a gravelly texture to her voice as if she hadn’t spoken aloud in many many years. And then she growled louder, “WHO DARES DISTURB MY ETERNAL SLEEEEEP!?”
Hands clapped over her mouth, Artie suppressed the giggles threatening to reveal the joke.
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