Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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Name: Jude Francis Holiday

Birthday: 15 November 1938

Hometown:
San Francisco born and bred, though he’s been at Ilvermorny (Horned Serpent) for the past three years before he was pulled out of school at the beginning of his fourth.
For much of the past year, Jude’s been living in a sleepy muggle town not too far from Hogsmeade where his muggle aunt is staying, spending his time doing part-time work and exploring Hogsmeade.

Bloodline:
Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two):
Fourth Year - he was pulled out of Ilvermory a couple of months into his fourth year.
Fifth Year.

Biography:
Once upon a time, there lived a family of Squares with one round peg, all living together in a little box made of ticky-tacky, surrounded by white picket fences, pools, manicured lawns and pedigree dogs. The American dream, almost. 

Even in diapers, he hadn’t fit in. When they received his letter in the mail, it seemed like a critical part of the truth had finally snapped into place. He might not be adopted, but he was definitely not the same as the rest of them. The day the train left for Ilvermorny was a relief to everyone, only to be united in their discomfort during the long summers when he returned to live under their roof once more, forced to follow their rules. 

He had never been good at following rules. And there were many. Rules on what to watch, what to wear, what to like, what to say. There were rules on how to dream. Rules on who should be loved and how and how much. Rules on religion and race that were meant to keep him from associating with the wrong sort. Rules to stop him from rocking the boat at every turn he could. Which he did anyway. Because unlike rebels without causes, he found his, picking them up like strays in their multitude. Picketing. Defamation. The charges never really stuck. 

Let your voice be heard, they said. But not too much. Be who you are, except who they told you not to be. Perfection, he learnt, was a disease that infected both body and soul, breeding hypocrisy. 

At the beginning of his fourth year, the parental squares pulled him out of Ilvermorny for lewd conduct. They blamed the school mostly, for their lack of vigilance, for allowing their son to violate the statutes on morals so thoroughly. He faced his father’s wrath like a soldier. And with belts and fists, he was punished, often. Strictly for his benefit, of course, and sometimes he believed that it was only because his parents were afraid because they said things like do you know what they do to people like that, and they found a cure – it’s called stilbestrol.

The hegemony was fighting back, and the sentence was clear. 

In the end they exiled him to the UK. Nothing as fancy or as distracting as London, but instead a sleepy town in Scotland where his aunt lived. Nothing of note ever happened there, which, he supposed, was the whole point. The removal of his whole world and all the fun that life had to offer, but he was still a kid, they said, there was hope yet. Jude didn’t really get the big deal. Not being around his friends sucked, but he was optimistic and adaptable, and cool enough to make new friends, he was certain.

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House Request: 
Slytherin please (or just not Hufflepuff?).

Personality:
Jude likes to thinks many things; things such as how school houses and labels are stupid. How rules are stupid, and convention, and formal dressing, and red velvet cake. He’s got opinions on everything, and if he doesn’t, he knows how to make them up. He likes to think he’s automatically smarter and cooler than most because he grew up in San Francisco, likes poetry, reads philosophy, is a super zen buddhist and hates capitalism. On a good day, when his chakras align with the universe, Jude is a pretty chill person to hang out with, though bad days have the tendency to transform the self proclaimed zen master into an adolescent drama queen.

Appearance:
Jude has his father’s brown hair and green eyes and most of his nose, which unfortunately is an indicator and a constant reminder that he wasn’t adopted. He stands at middle hight, though that’s mostly because he likes to slouch a lot, and people tend to be surprised when he’s taller than he appears. Not one who naturally likes exercise, he’s not too built. Finally, while he would deny it to his grave, Jude actually cares about how he looks, and the “scruffy-chic” look is more cultivated than one might assume.

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Option 2:
As it turned out, the act of meditation was a lot harder than it appeared. It wasn’t all just sitting and breathing — or well, it was. Which was exactly what made it so impossibly difficult for Jude, and he had almost immediately come to learn that trying to keeping his mind clear and focused on the present was much like trying to wrangle an alligator into submission. Ergo, it sucked. And worst of all, it was boring. 

But one couldn’t very well be a practicing zen buddhist without the meditation, and so, in the spirit of making do, he was determined to succeed. Or at least try. After all, if Ghandi and Confucius and all the old sages could do it, he was certain that there were benefits to be gained from it, not to mention that one received points for trying, and so he tried; Full Lotus position, palms flipped upwards, the back of his hands resting on his knees, fingers gathered together into points.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

The only problem seemed to be that Jude had chosen a rather open place to attempt his meditation, and the middle of the Hogwarts gardens was a far cry from some quiet, zen little corner or the desolate scraggly mountain tops where a wandering soul could be alone.

The sound of someone shouting about a rat just behind him caused Jude to frown, bleeding all sorts of bad vibes into his ritual. This was followed by some rustling, and one green eye opened in curiosity to see a kid roughly his age trampling through the flowers.

At the sight of the other boy’s powerful sneezing, another eye opened as if he much enjoyed watching the boy and his runny nose, mucus dripping down one sleeve. And if he had caught sight of where the rat had gotten to, Jude wasn’t about to volunteer any help. After all, he could barely fault the rat from escaping. He hated pet stores and didn’t believe in having pets. The very thought of caged animals that weren’t wild and free to roam the earth in some idyllic way made him twitchy. Incarnation and all that.

At the boy’s tone, an eyebrow rose and he shrugged nonchalantly.

“I wasn’t staring.”

He had definitely been staring.

And it showed, because he continued to stare as one hand came up to brush his bangs off his forehead before a finger circled to indicate the area around his own face.

“You’ve got some snot right there.”

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