Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Felicity Belle Wilding
Birthday: 25/8/38
Hometown: Portsmouth, Hampshire, UK
Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination
Year (pick two): 4, 3
Biography: Heavy footfalls bounded up the wide, creaky staircase. Steps that sounded much heavier than one might expect from a young girl who did not even stand five feet tall yet. Felicity Wilding was determined to make her displeasure known even if that meant her heels and other various leg muscles might suffer the consequences later. Felicity was nothing if not dedicated and right now she wanted her mother to be as irritated as she was.
At the top of the grand, well-polished stairs Felicity grabbed the railing and slid on her feet to her right (an old habit from when she would race her brothers and she didn't want to go sliding across the waxed surface, but did want to maintain her speed), stomping the rest of the way down the hall knowing full-well that the dining room her mother occupied was directly below her.
Stopping just before she entered her bedroom, Felicity turned back toward the staircase and took a deep breath before shouting, "Are you a witch or not? If you like my hair so much just transfigure yours so you can play with your own hair for hours!"
Shoving her way into her bedroom and letting out one final huff, Felicity slammed the door closed behind her and immediately began dismantling the complicated plait her mother had painstakingly crafted. She found herself in front of the vanity table, staring at herself in the mirror though she refused to sit in the tiny gold chair with the fluffy pink cushion that belonged to the table. Too many hours had been spent in that chair being dressed up in the latest fashions and hairstyles that were not her own choosing just to attend parties that were more dull than the hours it took to get ready for them.
After a few minutes her golden blonde waves were free and Felicity combed her fingers through them to get the carefree, messy look that she preferred. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, wondering if she would have liked doing more with her hair if she hadn't been exposed to Ruby Wilding's Hair Extravaganza's for so many years. As it was, she liked her hair long and loose, usually only tying it back for Quidditch matches.
Her eyes strayed from her reflection in the mirror to the rest of her bedroom cast in the glass before her. It was all white and pastel pinks with a few gold tones, the only colour Felicity really approved of. There was not much representative of Felicity's personality in this bedroom. There was no sign of black and scarlet memorabilia from her favourite Quidditch team, the Ballycastle Bats. There was not a single sugar quill wrapper in sight, something that had become a common adornment on her bedside table at Hogwarts.
This room was too young, too girly and definitely too clean for Felicity. It made her heart ache for her room at Hogwarts. Sure she had to share that with several other girls but she at least got to decorate her little section as she saw fit.
She was fourteen years old, when would her mother realise she was no longer neither a little girl nor a life-sized doll?→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: I would love if she could end up in Gryffindor again. <3
Personality:There are two sides to Felicity. The side she likes to show everyone is outgoing and mostly friendly with a side of sass and a sharp tongue when it's needed. She isn't shy so it's not hard for her to get to know people, but the other side of her is that it is very hard for people to get to know her. When she is on her own she can be a deep thinker, analyzing problems and situations for hours. In social situations she doesn't allow herself to think, doing whatever comes to mind at any given moment, sometimes to the point of being reckless.Appearance:→ 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): Wildthing's LevelsNumber of New Levels Requested: 4
New Levels Request: C5D2T3S3 (I can't remember if it's allowed to have a 5 as the highest and 2 as the lowest as long as you add to the 2 next time claiming levels?)
How your character kept up with their studies: She's always been at Hogwarts, but is very easily bored so in certain classes she isn't a great student. She's hates failing (or losing in her mind) so she always tries her best but if the topic doesn't hold her interest it's hard for her to do well.
→ 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:The only dream I really remember from last night involved Jeremiah, Pax and Orion. Or maybe they were all separate dreams, I don't know. Either way, I'm really starting to regret having gone to that party and played that game. Dreaming about kissing boys I've already kissed makes me look like some silly girl with a crush. Like Rebecca, she's far too into Jere. I'll never understand why she wants to complicate things by involving feelings, she's already got the easy, fun part of the relationship.
As for Orion I can only assume he was in my dreams because I've only just met him recently and he's still something of a mystery. No matter the reason, these aren't the dreams I'm supposed to be remembering and it's becoming increasingly frustrating...The sound of her quill scratching against the parchment of her journal mixed with the buzzing and chirping of other various creatures occupying the gardens other than herself. Felicity wasn't normally one to spend a lot of time here; she liked nature but preferred the isolation and mystery of the forbidden forest. The problem with that was once you got deep enough into the forest it was hard to see and that made writing somewhat difficult. Writing in a journal wasn't something she wanted most people to know she did so just sitting in the common room or in the great hall wasn't really an option.
Of course, the gardens weren't always free from other humans either and she heard the voice complaining about a rat before she saw the person it belonged to.
"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."Felicity ran a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her eyes and raised an eyebrow at the boy staring at her.
"Excuse me, but I believe you are the one staring at
me. I was minding my own business until you spoke."
Closing her journal and rising to her feet, Felicity turned but swung her head back in the direction of the young man to add, "And if you value your rat's life much you might want to hurry and find him soon. My owl's flying about and I don't think he's eaten yet today."
Not that she would ever allow Maverick to eat someone's pet but if they were going to give her attitude she would give it right back and she would
win.
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