Marjorie Fowl

[Marjorie Fowl]

Application for Hogwarts School

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Name: Marjorie Lucrezia Fowl

Birthday: 2nd September

Hometown: Lydbrook, Gloucestershire

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): 3rd, 4th

Biography:

ID #45
Formica pratensis  (Black-backed meadow ant)

"As part of the Formica genus nest size will be formidable. Naturally, a large impact on environment to follow. The colonisation behaviours of the pratensis species are not well known, and there are varying styles within the Formica genus. One can safely presume that whatever the case, there will be far too many in number."

The Fowls were always something of a colony. No household had run so free nor so wild since the days of Katherine Howard's beloved Dowager Duchess of Norfolk. Six children could barely be fathomed, but seven! Each one as freckle faced and tangle-tressed as the last. Perhaps Kathleen and Walter Fowl should have known better. Each had their own stories of overbred families in their ancestral lines. The Fowl name dissipated from Scotland to Jersey, to Canada and as far even as Indonesia (a strange fellow, went to live with the tribes) taking with it various forms of Fowler, Fowle and Fowl-Montgomery. Kathleen was muggle born however she was also an O'Leary, Catholic until age eleven and the owl visited with an invitation to Hogwarts School. She was one of two and so knew the relative peace and simplicity that was allowable with small families. Maybe then it was the hot Irish blood or simply her joy in small hands and feet. Either way, the family she created with Walter resembled nothing of the one she had left behind.

Perhaps Kathleen and Walter should have done differently, but as stories go, they simply didn't.

ID #90
Bombus sylvarum (Shrill carder bee)

"The queen emerges from hibernation in the spring and by summer there will be over one hundred worker bees. However these colonies are far less extensive than honey bees. This is no doubt due to the quality of the worker bees. They do the job well not just some sloppy patch up job. They can fly up to a mile away from their nest to get nectar. They're a tough lot."

Marjorie, as the fourth in line, learnt how to wash dishes early. It was not done out of duty, nor out of kindness, but simply for the fact that it required doing. It was a shame she despised dirty plates, particularly when embroidered with carnivorous sentiments of food. The feeling of grit beneath her nails caused her teeth to clench and Marjorie often wished she need not get her hands wet at all. She would use double the water and far too much soap, though nothing was said as the Fowls were far too busy refitting lost shoes and tying the backs of apron strings. Kathleen felt no shame for the presence of manual labour in her house for it was as she had experienced her own childhood, and even as the clothes iron swung underneath the tip of her wand, she was still incredulous that magic existed at all. As such, the Fowls learnt to do it all, magic or none.

ID #97
Cryptocephalus coryli (Hazel pot beetle)

"Bright red but hard to be found. No doubt it likes to stay hidden on the ground. These rhymes however are wasting my time. Likes birch and hazel, not tall trees. So not a forest dweller. It's loss."

The forest seemed to have been provided entirely for Walter Fowl. Enough room for his children to spill in, enough depth for them to get lost in, enough hours it seemed, to keep them occupied. He had found his own peace as a young boy wandering through the leafy foliage and he delighted that his sons and daughters she find the pine tree tops as thrilling to swing from. His joy and interest encouraged them all and thus the Fowls were rarely found to be indoors. Within the forest however there were to be found mini huts with gaping holes, patched together with pine firs and mud, the torn ropes of broken swings and stamped out fires strewn with lolly wrappers and leftover bread. The Fowls were by no means alone in their exploits and indeed, rarely were they together. They mixed easily with the muggle Forrester children and largely with their own age. For that, Marjorie did not think largely of going away to school until it was upon her.

ID #132
Idaea ochrata (Bright wave)

"A moth, but then not so different from a butterfly. As butterflies can be considered part of Ditrysia of the Neolepidoptera they can be classified with moths. No way to group all of the remaining taxa in a mono phyletic group, as it will always exclude one descendent lineage. Its wings are beautiful."

She was sad to leave. A more passionate fight might have been made had her older siblings not already undertaken the journey.  Her mother wept a little, more out of exhaustion than sadness. It was no new pain for her and indeed, it was of some small relief to have fewer faces to check and wash. Walter wept a great deal - he had always been rather soft hearted and the easiness of a smaller household was of little comfort to him. The smaller ones gave not a care in the world, the term did not start for another week and so they paid no mind. There was enough clamour to make up her absence. They only cared that she should leave the dog behind and so a toad was purchased by her sisters to keep her company instead.

Marjorie left on the 1st September with two suitcases, a cauldron, Sylvester the toad and, of course, her bug collection.[/color]

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Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Wherever you think she would fit best! I've played plenty of Hufflepuffs so maybe something different, but then if you need writers there I'm always happy to return.

Personality: The future for Marjorie is unclear if not half for the fact that the person Marjorie will become is also unclear. She is as many of her age. There is possibly great potential in what she could achieve however her dedication to most things, both academic and extracurricular, is lacking. Her memory and understanding must be fairly good. A sleepless night spent cramming for a test the next day often sees her sail through to the middle of the bell curve - it is rare that she merely scrapes through. However nor does she excel. In Divination she rises somewhat above average, though that is due largely to her heightened interest and the close academic support of her equally interested friends.

Marjorie does participate in a number of sports and she does not shy away from having a go at things. She is something of a tomboy. Her house quidditch team has seen her play on and off for a number of years, though usually as a substitute for other sick and injured regulars. Marjorie enjoys the camaraderie of the team more than she does the actual sport, perhaps because she has no particular talent. Again, some hard work might see her improve but the impetus is not there and thus she remain entirely average.

It is not surprising then that mediocrity itself is not really Marjorie's concern. Her focus surrounds the every day: the woes of her friends, the care of her numerous siblings and generally getting by. To those that know her she is a friendly girl, at times incessantly talkative, at others quiet and passive. To strangers she may appear standoffish or rude. This does not arise from a lack of interest in others or any presumption that she is above them. Rather, it arises from Marjorie's natural tendencies. Her attention easily wanders in conversations or she may feel nervous if she runs out of things to say. Though Marjorie does enjoy a close group of friends, this behaviour has set her in bad stead with others.

Appearance: Marjorie is hardly a standout for her age. She is neither particularly short or tall, wide or thin, pretty or plain. Her hair is a deep mousy brown and exceptionally long, often kept in a thick plait or braid that runs the length of her back. Left to hang free it falls in loose waves, curling lightly at the tips, often in tangles and rarely brushed smooth. Her skin is fair and at this often troubled by a pimple or three, usually covered by makeup and slathered in bubotuber pus by night. A splay of freckles run across the bridge of her nose to the crest of her cheekbones and her shoulders too are dotted with the dark brown specks, an ode to the summer sun which so often burns them.

Marjorie's face is heart shaped and her features soft though boyish. She lacks the more delicate features of prettier girls. While her lips are plump, her mouth is wide and her nose slightly too large. Her eyebrows too are rather thick, though the foray into her teenage years has seen them pruned back regularly by nifty hands and borrowed tweezers. Marjorie, like many adolescents, feels wary of her appearance. As something of a tomboy, Marjorie does not necessarily exert any particular effort in maintaining her looks and outwardly she may appear to simply shrug away any untoward comments. However when in front of a mirror she does cast a critical eye, and the opinions of others do not slide as easily as she would have the outside world think.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
 

They walked in a tight huddle, Marjorie at the center and her friends flanking each side. Her long brown braid swayed at her back, side to side in clockwork fashion as she took each determined step. In her arms, Marjorie still clutched the textbooks from her last Potions class.

"...And so I told him, I said, 'Well Sir, there's plenty to be getting on with if you know what I mean.' He just looked at me. Didn't say a word."

There was a snort of laughter, a giggle and a moan of exasperation. Marjorie grinned and leaned in, inviting further the confidences of her audience. They knew her all too well to know she was probably part fibbing, but then the conversations that took place in the corridors between classes were hardly the vessels of god-given truth.

"He thought I was 'avin him on. I swear."

A second round of appreciation did not arise, and Marjorie pouted slightly, understanding she had lost their attention. Talk moved the test they were due next Tuesday. She stopped in protest.

"C'mon, honest!"

Fine.

"Hey!"

Marjorie did not at first bother to turn.

“Wait up! It’s for the paper!”

This time she was not the only one. The face of Astrid Bixby was not unfamiliar. Friend of a friend of a friend. Never, however, had they spoken personally.

“What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

"Another editorial Bixby?"

Marjorie grinned at the use of her surname, as if they were acquaintances or had ever met. Astrid's name was often to be found at the bottom of mish mash Spellbound contributions. Marjorie wasn't sure you could call it talent, though the dedication was obvious.

Pale hands fingered for her braid at the name of her neck and she drew in before her, twisting it between her knuckles as she spoke.

"Besides, depends whether they're fried or boiled doesn't it?"

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Previous Characters (if applicable): Hero Savage, E.H. Battersea

How did you find us?: Google. Twelve years ago.

[Theodore Beauchamp]

Miss Fowl,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted. Term begins 01 January, 2014. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the School.

Regards,
Theodore Beauchamp,
Head of Hufflepuff House