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« on: 01/04/2022 at 18:25 »
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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Raluca Lamont Birthday: August 23rd 1950 Hometown: Hogsmeade, UK Bloodline: Halfblood Magical Strength (pick one): Charms Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration Year (pick two): 5th, 4th Biography:This is the story of a chair.
Except, the story isn't only about the chair. It also involves the girl who would always sit in its seat, reading until the wee hours of morning, and the cat who often sat on her lap or took her place after she'd gone to bed, single handedly demolishing the soft weave of its cushion.
Once upon a time, before the cat had pulled its threads out and apart, the chair had been a shiny royal blue, pocked in neat lines with dapples of bronze. It was one among many twins in the Ravenclaw common room, but to the girl, who was particularly practiced at telling twins apart, it was the best. Even after a giddy gossiper pulled it into a circle closer to her friends, even after an excitable seventh year chose it as the passenger seat of his Batmobile, the girl always seemed to recognize it.
No two things were quite alike, after all.
The chair had often witnessed the offense she took when someone would mistakenly wave with a call of "Corina!" in her direction. Her posture would straighten, her gaze would start to lift, then lower back stubbornly to the pages of her book. And it was perhaps in such fleeting moments of stubbornness that she did most resemble the Corina in question. But hunched over a precious tome, seated on her special chair? Even the biggest ignoramus should have been able to tell the difference.
Several small spats had occurred close enough for the chair to witness, between the girl and her twin. Accusations of pens, parchment or lavender sprigs that had not been returned, about comments that felt slightly more aggressive than passive, about which of them got to carry the cat to their bed tonight. But for every quarrel came a heartening reconciliation. Compliments and compromises, and the promise to squeeze in together and smother the cat with shared cuddles.
The chair was also there when the cat, so beloved by all three curly haired eagles who had called him their own, took its final nap. That day, it had not climbed onto the cushion it had so lovingly and rigorously ripped apart. Instead, it had nestled between the chair's feet. Safe in the obscurity, surrounded by the familiar scents of the past sixteen years, Sir Scratchalot drew one last peaceful breath.
The cries that had rent apart the silence of the common room were almost too much for the chair to bear. It had done its part in keeping the cat hidden from view, but it could not keep the twins from their search.
The girl did not use the chair anymore. It saw her across the room, trying to settle in to different seats that were never quite right. Every now and then, she would cast a forlorn gaze upon her erstwhile nook, and it would hope to see her again. It knew she would not, not for a good time.
This is not a happy story, but it is not over.
With three years left to be written, the chair would wait and watch, hopeful to see it come to a happier conclusion.→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Ravenclaw → 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): 1st yearNumber of New Levels Requested: 6 (2nd, 3rd & 4th year) New Levels Request: C4D3T2S3 How your character kept up with their studies: Raluca has been going to class as usual, though she remains quiet and somewhat inattentive. Often, she'll hide a novel behind her textbook. Most Professors forget she's around. She gets by well for written exams and takes notes so detailed she can sometimes quote her Professors verbatim. However, her magical skills remain lackluster for lack of practice.
→ 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.
Raluca had chanced to glance up from Pride and Prejudice in time to see a little first year creep by the door. She did not miss the look of absolute terror on the girl's face. The Ravenclaw wondered at the reason. The little Gryffindor looked as if she'd seen a ghost. Whatever the reason, Raluca did not want to find out, not when she ran the risk of stumbling into the cause of such unabashed dread herself. She had come to this quiet dungeon classroom for some peace and quiet, and, barring a steady drip from a corner and the whisper of wind drafting through the stones, only the quiet seemed assured. She carefully closed the pages around her bookmark and moved out of the room, discretely as she could. Raluca did not want to catch anyone's attention—not that of the girl, and certainly not that of whatever was stalking her. "H-h-hello?"Well, so much for that. Luca turned to look down the hall as another question echoed against the walls. Her eyes landed in time to see the first year nearly jump out of her skin. Raluca, too, started, sure there must be something—Emma Birch?—behind her to prompt such a reaction. She swivelled where she stood, frantic eyes searching up and down the corridor. Finally, she turned back to the girl with an air both quizzical and somewhat betrayed. "There's nothing there." → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Marina Lamont, Merryl Midthunder, Nashira Nettlebed, etc. How did you find us?: from the ezboard days
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« on: 02/12/2020 at 03:38 »
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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Raluca Lamont Birthday: August 23rd 1950 Hometown: Hogsmeade, UK Bloodline:Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown Magical Strength (pick one):Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning Year (pick two): 1st, 2nd Biography:Raluca's Rubric of Whimsical Words Chapter 1: Taradiddle"Have you seen my broach?" Asked Elena Lamont. "No!" Responded Raluca, though it was a lie, without lifting her eyes from the pages of her book. Truth was, she had seen the broach lying on the coffee table last she'd looked up, but it wasn't there anymore. Since the time Narnia had first swallowed her whole, both Corina and Sir Scratchalot had come through the living room. Either of them could be the culprit. If she had to tell a monosyllabic taradiddle to protect their hides, what of it? Chapter 2: RuffianMarina Lamont sat between the twins, across from the man they all called father. Raluca, oblivious to the odd tension between them, and happy as ever to see the man who so rarely deigned to visit them, was even more delighted with the fancy fare on the menu. It was filled with so many words she daren't even hope to understand -- words like antipasti or tagliatelli. "Carpac- sio," She tried, but the word was interred by her sister's own exclamation. "Calvin!" Cried the eldest Lamont. Raluca looked up. This was a name she'd heard -- or rather, mostly, overheard -- on a few occasions, though she'd never had a face to which she could match it before now. What a shame it was that she had not seen it sooner! Even in his fancy clothes, this boy had a carefree nonchalance Raluca had once envisioned for the likes of Tom Sawyer. Beneath the veneer such a restaurant required, this boy -- Marina's ex -- was a ruffian. As her sister introduced her, Luca, paralyzed halfway through a smile, blushed vivid pink and wondered how Marina had ever let such a dreamy man go. Chapter 3: Coddiwomple"You can't have any more tea parties in the backyard," Mother had said. "Last time, you crushed the begonias. This left Luca in a pickle. She could host her tea party inside, but the kitchen table was too high for her dolls. She could try setting up her picnic blanket in the living room, but there really wasn't enough room to spread it out fully So, the young girl picked up Lucy, Stacy and Eurydice. With her dolls under one arm and her boxed tea set and a picnic blanket beneath the other, Raluca coddiwompled off toward the village. Surely there was a nice park nearby where their tea infused frollicking would be welcome. Chapter 4: GrimoireThey only had enough money to buy new books for one of the twins, but for once, Raluca was pleased to have inherited Marina's hand-me-downs. Age gave these books character. She took a special liking to the Charms book. This is what the storybooks called a witch's grimoire. This was hers, now. The incantations it listed filled her with the same excitement she might feel when reading a new word. No sooner had the grimoire fallen into her possession that Raluca went to find the worn notebook she used to collect her favourite words and set to work at the kitchen table. She flipped it open to the very last page. This was, after all, a new section. The incantations couldn't mingle with the ordinary words listed front to back. "Wingardium Leviosa," She mouthed as blue ink rapidly spelled it out. She paused, unsure how, exactly, it should be pronounced. "LeviOsa?" She tried. "LeviosA?" Raluca shrugged. "Lumos…" → ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Not Gryffindor Personality:Raluca Lamont fancies herself an honest girl but that description isn't, well, honest. Though she always means well, she will often manipulate the truth either to paint herself in a better light or to protect people from the truth's more unpleasant facets. The messenger, after all, is most likely to be shot when they are the bearer of bad news. By alleviating the sting, everyone is happy!
Her mind often wanders. Most of the time, she's thinking of a cute boy she wishes might become her knight in shining armor. Other times, she's thinking of actual knights in shining armor from the books she's always reading.
From those books, Raluca likes to 'collect' words. These words are selected for their obscurity, meaning that, if she knows them, then she must be quite intelligent indeed, and also for their construction. Whether through alliteration or a pleasant turn of syllables, they are fun to pronounce and absolutely felicific to hear. Often, she will deduce their definitions from context all on her own. Results may vary -- it is more than likely that she will spring out one of these words at the first given opportunity. It need not be the right one. Appearance:Their older sister's trademark curls seem to have doubled for both Raluca and Corina. The former's graze her shoulders, their shortness seeming to give them ever more volume. Freckles scatter across her small nose and wide cheekbones. Thin lips, oft quirked in the debuts of shy smiles, rest atop a square jaw.
Luca is quite petite, and adorns her small frame in pretty dresses embellished with florals. To match, she'll often braid flowers into her hair. → 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."
Even in the cooling autumn, the gardens, one hundred times as large as the one in her mother's backyard, were awash with options. Peach snapdragons, blushing cosmos, canary zinnias, mauve verbena, wherever she looked. It was Queen Anne's Lace, however, which had been selected to adorn Raluca's hair today.
She sat on a bench, the epitome of concentration as she plucked sprigs of speckled white off of their larger stem to then weave them into braided curls. It was a delicate process, and one Luca took quite seriously, remaining oblivious to the clamor of frantic searching nearby. Flowers were pretty, and so they would make her pretty, in turn, like those lovely maidens in all her favourite stories who inevitably found their one true love.
The stem she held had run dry of flowers, and so Luca reached to pick one out from the nearest flowerbed. Her eyes had barely lifted when she was interrupted by a boy who was assuredly not a knight in shining armor. Despite his abrasiveness, and despite the gleam of mucus around the edges of his reddened nose, a flash of red suffused from beneath her freckles.
"I wasn't staring!" She breathlessly protested, startled enough to shy away from the Queen's lace she'd been about to pick. Her fingers returned to her braid to hold it together, though they clung to the tress far tighter that was needed. As she looked back at him like a deer in the headlights for a few brief moments, her subconscious finally informed her of the racket he'd been causing but a few moments prior. "What about you? What's all this brouhaha for?"→ ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Marina Lamont, Jade Mulligan, etc. How did you find us?: From the ezboard days
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« on: 18/05/2020 at 18:44 »
E L S E W H E R E C H I L D CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Raluca Lamont Gender: Female Age: 9Bloodline:Pureblood/ Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Elena Lamont (NPC) Residence:Hogsmeade Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Daycare Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Corina Lamont, twin sister Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Marina Lamont, Merryl Midthunder, Spencer Callander, Nashira Nettlebed, Wit Northcutt, Joshua Mulligan Biography: (100 words minimum.)Sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows, but not at an angle convenient to Raluca Lamont. Laying back on two juxtaposed chairs, her nose almost touched the underside of the kitchen table. Her head quirked sideways and her eyes squinted to see the lines the pen in her hand traced across the wood. Many such lines had already been drawn across the hidden surface: her initials locked in a heart with those of neighbourhood boys she'd never spoken to, little sketches of cats and dogs, rainbows, suns, moons, and pretty new words she didn't want to forget. Her hand finished spelling today's special word and returned to her chest. She gazed at the clumsy curves of emblem barely discernible in the table's shadow before sighing contentedly and turning her head sideways toward the cat laying on the chair opposite her. Sir Scratchalot blinked at her. Hearing a knock on the kitchen door and the shuffle of her mother's footsteps coming in from the next room, Luca smiled at the cat and pressed a finger against her lips. Twenty three little scribbles on the table's underbelly, and Elena Lamont had not caught her in the act yet. A shaft of brighter light spilled across the floor as the door was pulled open. "John," Her mother greeted the man at the door. Raluca perked up and tried to shift around to get a better look, but to no avail. She never got to see her dad, and now that he had finally come to visit, she was stuck in her hiding spot. Still, it was worth considering: was keeping her little secret intact worth more than getting a hug from daddy? "I won't be here for long," She heard him say, and that just about made up her mind. Raluca had started sliding her body sideways when he spoke again. "I don't want the girls to see me here." Her movements stilled but her heart sank. With an uneasy feeling, she leaned back onto her back, settling in for as long as she needed. She wanted to hear this, she wanted to know why. (Except, really, she didn't; she could already feel the threat of tears stinging her eyes.) Blinking once, twice, Luca focused her ears on his voice and her eyes on the smiling puppy face etched into the wood above her. "John," Her mother repeated. "I'm sure they'd love to see you. Raluca drew you a picture and Corina said--" "Stop it, Elena, not today," There was an impatience in her father's voice that Raluca had never heard before. "They're not my daughters, and I'm not in the mood for pretending right now. I just came by to--" But the rest of his words were drowned out by the sound of her world spinning on its head. Suddenly, her hiding place seemed infinitely trivial. Raluca rolled sideways, letting herself fall to the floor with ready arms and knees. Opposite her, a startled Sir Scratchalot scrambled off his own chair. Together, they dashed out of the room, cutting the conversation of her mother and the man who was not her father short. Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park. Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight. Far below was another, much smaller broomstick. It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do. "John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug. Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf. Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to. "...Do you want to play?" Roleplay Response:Raluca knew that mother would be angry with her. She'd left the garden and gone off on her own again, but she didn't want to worry about that now. She loved the park, and all the strange people coming, going and staying.
In the shade of a tall oak, her small fingers wove through the grass, picking out the greenest, thickest blades to pluck right out of the soil. Others she might snap in two. If at any time she happened upon a blossom of clover, she picked it carefully and set it gently in her lap. Once she'd amassed a large enough collection of the pale little flowers, she set to work lacing them into the curls of her hair.
While her fingers toiled away, coy brown eyes strayed upwards, gazing at the boys who zipped and zoomed through the air. The mere sight of them sufficed to make her blush. She wondered if one of them might look down and see her sitting there with pretty flowers in her hair. She wondered if he might swoop down and carry her away like a knight in shining armor.
"You!"
The angry voice of another girl ripped Luca from her reverie. With a start, she dropped the strand of hair she'd been working on, and the flower she'd been holding drifted slowly back into her lap. Then came the invitation to play, to which Raluca couldn't help but echo, "Me?" OTHERHow did you find us? Ezboard
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