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Archived Applications / Lyn Renn - Returning Student
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Application for Hogwarts School
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Name: Llywelyn Ridley Renn
Previous Apps: Elsewhere Child | Student App
Birthday: 28th of May, 1946
Hometown: Lyon, France (Currently Residing in London)
Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one): None
Magical Weakness (pick one): None
Year (pick two): Seventh (Sixth?)
Biography: He woke up like he had for weeks now. Alone, angry, and altogether unbothered by the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when his eyes opened to the sight of his sister's unsightly eggshell painted walls. It was a lazy coating, one purchased rather than made, where time spent was paid at a premium and there was no reward given for patience. There were little things more in the world that could appall the psyche of Lyn Renn, but he wouldn't have put it past his sister to have done so with the sole purpose of infuriating him.
This being likely done before he ever entered the equation of having to stay here out of necessity.
This did seem to be the area in which painting was rushed the most, as if the freelance hand figured they could go through the guest room absent a detailed examination. And, no matter how often he complained, his sister would not even have the decency to ask him to make it better and deprive him of the opportunity to reject it out of spite. She usually said he was wrong, that the walls were done expertly and he was just being a whiny pheasant. Lyn would argue that she lacked the detailed eye necessary to make such an observation and, given how most of her life turned out, she lacked in all areas.
That was just a day in the life of their shared coexistence since the start of June, when she'd realized he'd spent the last few months at home rather than return to school after the funeral and, as she put it, living off the inheritance he wasn't owed.
"You going to lay there all day?" Her voice carried the weight of her inflated waist, a few months time from bringing in a likely ingrate of a nephew or niece. She stood in her pregnancy dress, floral patterns over a jaded green, hair already unnecessarily braided. Marriage, the way she made it look, seemed like the end.
"I'm growing incessantly tired of this. You're a man now, technically," she enunciated the last word slowly in a soup of sarcasm he'd been barely stomaching. Lyn didn't bother to move from his prone position, instead turning over and throwing a pillow over his head. A moment later, he was dangling from his ankle as a yelp escaped him. This felt more familiar; the rage more than anything.
"This depressive phase is going to need to stop. You should be grateful we took you in temporarily," Emily did love using that threat to constantly remind him that he would need to fend for himself soon enough. Family courtesy only went so far when you were male. He was afforded little else but the surname, expected to make it solely on upbringing. Lyn had always known it yet seldom expected it. Now, he didn't have a choice but to keep thinking about it when he wasn't numbing himself.
"And that we got you back into school so that your last seven years didn't go to waste. Honestly, when are you going to realize how the world works? It's not all brush strokes and badgering. Take some accountability. Grow a pa--"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Like you've got it all figured out. I don't think I've met anyone as unhappy as you. And it's not even because our parents are gone. It's because--" Lyn's rant went on until the blood flowing into his brain caused him to pass out. He woke up to the sounds of his elder sister crying, which was what he remembered her doing mid-tirade. He sluggishly stood up, gaze averted, until a deflated sigh had him slouch and wade softly to the corner she sat in, taking a seat beside her. Lyn placed his hand on her knee and she rested her wet cheek on his shoulder. Their fingers interlocked and sat absent speaking to each other or acknowledging that they'd never been like this. Not at the funeral. Not in their childhood. Not ever.
"You're a real jerk, you know that?" She finally said.
"I know," was all he could answer with.
"What are we going to do?" she asked him, squeezing his hand and letting out a soft sob. For that, he had no nothing to add. Lyn would likely return to school and treat it as he'd done before, if he ventured to guess. Circumstances were constantly changing. That was the only true constant. Shockingly enough, Lyn had found himself in decent spirits come the end of February. His ego had made peace with not getting what it ultimately wished, a first for him. Accepting her choice had been difficult to swallow, but he'd felt some semblance of closure before he'd left and, then, had spent the next four or so months trying not to feel the crushing weight of reality any way he could find.
There was no telling what the future would bring, but it was past the point that he needed to do something about it.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request: Slytherin
→ 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): Castle Dropout
Number of New Levels Requested: Already Approved
New Levels Request: C7D7T7S7
How your character kept up with their studies: Lyn was a fairly decent student, not as talented as he believed himself to be but not nearly as poor as his grades proved themselves to be. He had generally found things rather easy. Inspiration and focus had been his biggest problems as he'd generally find himself interested in other things. Up to the point where he'd left school, he was about average for what would be expected of a wizard his age. It hadn't evolved much since then.
→ 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.
Option 1 Response:
It was easy to tell when someone was somewhere they did not belong. No place did that seem more evident than in the dungeons, beneath the thick stone of the castle, where the air cut bone-deep and darkness permeated the walls as if weeping sadness. Gloom hung like a fog; an uncomfortable atmosphere for those that weren't its cold-blooded residents.
He'd always believed those most suited for the house felt at home here, as if it was designed that way. There weren't many things he loved more than design, an expert if you would. When you weren't, you tended to skulk around like an abandoned sheep and timidly tip-toed through the darkness afraid of your own shadow.
Like the child he found on his way towards the common room.
A misstep betrayed his presence and it forced him to think on his feet. The first thought reminded him that stalking a poor, tiny person through the dreary dungeons was not good for his reputation. It had sociopath written all over it. While he might dabble, too aware to dismiss the stain on his soul, Lyn also didn't want to publicize such a thing. He was learning, slowly, to be a better person.
But he also couldn't help himself.
"I'm going to eat you!" Lyn's fingers clenched into claws, reaching out for her. He groaned like an undead creature, his best impression of a vampire. His performance wasn't going to win him some sort of award, but it should surely send a crybaby running back to her dormitory and out of their home. The less people who got to use their pool, the better.
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