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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Alcide Tudor | Adult
« on: 04/09/2023 at 04:07 »
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Archived Applications / Willow Foxglove | Librarian App
« on: 08/04/2023 at 17:15 »


CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name:
Willow Foxglove

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable:
Roisin Hale, Juliette Lisse, Lydia Blackwell, Koraline McCormick

Character age:
Thirty-four (17 June 1934)

Character education:
Hogwarts, class of 1952

Strength and weaknesses (details please):
Willow’s weakness at Hogwarts would be quite the same outside: her sister Holly. Due to the guilt she still feels for what happened when they were younger, she can be a bit overprotective of her youngest sibling. However, Willow is also a Gryffindor at heart. She has a lot of House pride and will potentially favor those who are Lions.

Physical description:
Willow is very petite, standing at only 5’2” tall. While most of the students will tower over her, she can handle herself in tough situations.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):
When she was a student at Hogwarts, Willow was a rebel. Her group of friends loved to break curfew so they would be out at all hours of the night. (She got really good at not getting caught.) However, once her father died, she began to take life a lot more seriously. She knew she had to focus on her younger siblings because they were relying on her. That took some of her carefree attitude away. She found herself growing a bit darker, even after she moved to Australia and found love. The loss of that love, the moving back to London, the facing her siblings - all of those events brought on a determination that Willow hadn’t felt since she was a student all those years ago.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:
Willow has gone through a bit of a renaissance. She started out at the Daily Prophet when she first returned to England and has, within the last couple years, begun working at the Ministry of Magic. She loves helping out magical families in ways that she hadn’t been helped when she was younger. Upon thinking more about her future and what she wanted, Willow decided that she was curious about Hogwarts these days. She missed those hallowed halls. Writing is her passion, and therefore so are books. When she heard there was an opening for Librarian, she had to apply.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):
Willow Foxglove is not a stranger to mistakes. She attributes it to her biological mother’s lack of love and her step-mother’s lack of attention. Those two things combined really did a number on her when she was younger. As a student at Hogwarts, Willow liked to sneak out at night with her friends and do things that she knew she should not do. But she wasn’t a bad student. She managed to pass all of her NEWTs and was lucky enough to secure a job at the Daily Prophet right after graduating.

It was not long after, however, that life threw a huge curveball her way. Her step-mother had died years before, leaving her as the woman of the house, but when her father died her whole world changed drastically. She was the sole provider for her three younger siblings. She felt very ill-equipped to take care of children in her early twenties. She did what she thought was best and took the best care of them that she could, but that was not good enough for fate.

Her little sister got sick. Very sick. Holly was admitted to the hospital and Willow was faced with a fork in the road. Did she continue down the path she was on, playing God to three little ones, or did she let go and let someone else do a much better job at raising them than she could? Honestly, the decision was hard. But it was not until someone offered her an out that she realized they would thrive more without her.

Wiping her hands clean of the situation, Willow relocated to Australia. She had dedicated so much time to the children and the everyday monotony of being, essentially, a mother that she had no interest anymore. That was the first big mistake she made. The second was dropping all contact with Robbie, Alder, and Holly. She was ashamed of herself and carried that guilt around with her for the whole time she was gone.

Willow found love finally, and was actually considering starting a family of her own, when all of that was ripped away from her in a split second. One moment she and her boyfriend were surfing, and the next he was gone. That changed her. She’d finally found happiness where she had not seen any, only for it to be taken from her. She felt alone. She felt isolated. Sure, she had friends, but she did not have any family.

So then Willow moved back to London. She wanted to reconnect with her siblings, if they would let her. But that was not as easy as she hoped. There were hard feelings, and she could not blame them for being hurt. Mostly it was Robbie. Robbie had always been ‘her’ baby, and now he would not even smile at her. His pain was deep and she could not fault him for that. Alder was more willing to give her a chance. Thankfully. And little Holly was even more ready to have her big sister back.

When she originally returned, Willow worked as a bartender until she could secure her old job at the Daily Prophet. Writing was still her passion, but it was not paying well enough. She wanted to thrive, for once in her life. So she began working at the Ministry of Magic as a trainee Social Worker. She had not used their services when she was younger because she had been determined to make things work on her own, but her efforts were futile. She wanted to be sure that others in similar situations had the resources they needed to succeed where she had failed.

Once she heard that Hogwarts was hiring for a Librarian, Willow felt something within her telling her to apply. So she did. With the opportunity to walk the same halls she did all those years ago, she hoped she could find the magic in life again.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only one of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

The last time Willow Foxglove entered Hogwarts, she had been entering her final year at school. That felt like a literal lifetime ago now, and in a way it had been. Things had been so much different back then. She still had the responsibility of caring for her siblings when she was home, but the world was not resting on her shoulders. Her step-mother and father had still been alive then. She wrote to Robbie daily. She snuck out after curfew. She was heavily involved in the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Now Willow was an adult. She was in her thirties, and she was about to speak to the headmistress about a position at the school. How wild was that? She was nervous, knowing that she did not really have the best track record within these walls, but she was hopeful. She had changed a lot since then, had actual responsibilities, and knew that the way she had acted back then had been reckless and dangerous.

She just hoped that the headmistress could see past her mistakes and see that she had grown into a responsible adult who could be trusted with authority. But would that even happen if she could not even get to the interview on time? Willow looked down at her watch and her eyes widened in panic when she saw she was going to be late.

You gotta be kiddin’ me, she thought to herself as she began walking quicker. If she was late, she may as well not even show up. Or would that be worse? That would definitely be worse. It would be seen as an insult. The least she could do was show up so that Professor Ivanova would get the feeling that she was reliable. If she did not show up, then it all was for nothing.

Willow had forgotten just how confusing the halls of Hogwarts were. She recalled that when she was a student, it had taken her forever to remember which way to go to get to each class. While some of it was returning to her quickly, other bits were confusing. But finally she found her way to the headmistress’ office. She took a deep breath, then opened the door.

The woman on the other side was older than she remembered, but she was still the headmistress of Willow’s class. “Professor Ivanova,” Willow began after the older woman stated that she was late. “I apologize for being so late, but I really hope that you will still give me a chance to interview, please. I am usually quite punctual and this is not the norm, I assure you.”

Willow waited for some sign that she had not completely botched her interview by being so late. Please, please, please, she thought to herself, pleading with Anneka.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Willow Foxglove || Elsewhere Adult
« on: 18/08/2021 at 21:46 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Willow Foxglove
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education:
Hogwarts 1952, Gryffindor

Residence:
London

Occupation:
Journalist at The Daily Prophet

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Exceptional Levels special request form here.

  • Charms: 8
  • Divination: 6
  • Transfiguration: 10
  • Summoning: 8
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so, who and for what IC reason?
No

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Roisin Byrne

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
There are days that I can’t get out of bed because I have a lot of guilt. I haven’t always made the best choices, even though I always tried to do the best that I could with the situations I was put in. I don’t like to put the blame on anyone else, though that would be easiest on my pride.

When I was little, my mom was completely uninterested in me so… by default, I was a daddy’s girl. I loved my dad so much, even when he decided to leave mom for Cara. The worst part was that my mom didn’t even fight for me to stay with her. She never reached out to me to see how I was doing after that, so I try not to think about her. At first that was harder to do, now it’s only when I compare how I feel to how I think she must feel. There can’t be any similarities there, though.

I was attending Hogwarts then, sorted into Gryffindor. I had a group of friends who liked to sneak around the Castle after curfew. It was nice to have that constant that I could count on when things were changing so quickly at home.

Cara was nice. I liked her. But she was pregnant and things changed once the baby arrived. They named him Rowan Bartholomew and… I didn’t like that name, so I called him Robbie and then so did everyone else. I was 14 and I loved him. After how my mom treated me, I made sure that he knew he was loved; I never wanted him to question that. He was
my baby.

A couple years later, Alder was born. He was more of a handful, and by then Cara didn’t really pay much attention to me. I was sixteen and while I was at school, I began doing things that I shouldn’t. It didn’t matter; I talked to Robbie every day so I was happy.

I passed my NEWTs and left Hogwarts, setting my sights on journalism. I got an internship at the Daily Prophet which translated into a full-time writing job. I loved it.

But when I was twenty, everything changed.

Holly was born, but not only that - Cara died during childbirth. The boys took it really hard, and while my dad was trying to keep a brave face for them, I knew he was hurting really bad. Suddenly he was alone to care for three kids, and me. But I was older, so I didn’t think I needed much watching after. It didn’t take long to see that he was worried about me because I was more reckless as an adult than I had been as a child.

So I tried to calm down, for his sake. I made sure I was home every night to help with dinner and the kids’ bedtime routines. I still went out all hours of the night, but I was more available. When any of them got sick, I was there to help him.

Until he wasn’t there. My dad died when I was twenty-two, and that was the worst moment of my life. After everything else I had been through, I was, in a sense, completely alone. I had to be home and
stay home because the kids couldn’t be alone while I went out. My life changed drastically with the loss of my father.

I did the best that I could. I truly did. But I was only twenty-two and it was stressful. I never got a break. Holly was a toddler and the boys were ten and eight. Robbie was a great little helper, especially if he could tell that I wasn’t in such a good mood and needed a moment to myself.

But it wasn’t enough. SRC was watching us closely and my writing job wasn’t paying enough to feed four mouths. After some time, I saw the light go out of Robbie’s eyes and I knew that I wasn’t doing a good job taking care of them. I could see the way our neighbors would watch us anytime we left the house together, judging that all of us were losing weight rapidly.

And then Holly got sick. When we got to the hospital, SRC stepped in and took them from me. I was so exhausted that it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders; it was no longer my responsibility to make sure the three youngest were fed and healthy.

I stuck around London for a little bit longer, then eventually left. None of the kids were happy at the children’s home, and Robbie was mad at me. So I slowly stopped visiting and calling, then moved to Australia.

I finally felt free on the other side of the world. I missed all of the kids, but I kept telling myself that they were better off. I hadn’t meant to not call for so long, but once a year passed I knew that it was too late. I kept thinking about Robbie and how I’d let him down. And I knew that my father would be disappointed in me, and I knew that Cara would probably hate me.

But I needed that break. I got a job at a small coffee shop, taking time off from writing to just spend time around other people my age and live the life that I’d missed out on. I’d been a caregiver for so long, and I could finally breathe.

I got a cute little apartment in a really old building that I loved, and decorated it however I wanted. Finally I had a place that was just
mine. I didn’t have to watch children or worry about being home to take care of any responsibilities.

I had a new solid group of friends and even settled on a boyfriend after a couple of years. His name was Oliver, and I fell for him hard and fast. He loved surfing and camping and just being outside in general. He had sun-kissed blonde hair, dark tan skin, and eyes the shade of blue that would stop you in your tracks. He was everything to me.

And then devastation hit - again. It seemed to be a curse that was following me. This time, Oli was taken from me. He’d been out surfing and drowned when a strong wave caught him. He died doing what he loved, but that didn’t make me feel any better.

Lost without Oliver, and not really knowing what to do with my life after his death, I decided to leave. I couldn’t stay in Australia without seeing him everywhere I looked, so I decided to go home.

I’ve been in London for a few months now but... I haven’t reached out to Robbie yet. I don’t really know what I would say to him because I know that he’s got to be hurt. We were so close and I just left him. Maybe I should have stayed. It would’ve saved me some heartache.

I got a job at the Daily Prophet, making more money than I was the last time I worked there, and I’ve got a nice flat. Maybe I’ll stick around, but if Robbie doesn’t want me around then… I’m not really sure what I’ll do.


Roleplay:
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Roleplay Response:
Willow had been back in London for about six months now, and had yet to reach out to Robbie. Admittedly, she was nervous about talking to him after being gone for so long without as much as a phone call or letter. She hadn’t been as close to Alder or Holly so she wasn’t as concerned about them; they would likely follow their older brother’s lead when it came to her.

She’d been worried that her brother might see her name in the newspaper once she began working at the Daily Prophet again, but if he had he hadn’t reached out yet so as far as she could guess, he still didn’t realize she was back.

Willow desperately missed Oliver and Australia, but she couldn’t stay there. Once Oli had died, part of her died with him. She’d been reminded of the grief that her father had experienced in private when Cara died, and she certainly didn’t wish the pain on anyone - even her enemies.

Not that Willow had many enemies that she knew of. She tried to be a friendly person, and because she’d been a caregiver to her three younger siblings, she knew she at least had compassion for others. She was just really worried that Robbie wouldn’t be able to forgive her; she’d been working hard on forgiving herself and she hadn’t even gotten that far yet.

Willow moved through the busy streets of Diagon Alley like she had been there her whole life; the lunch crowd was moving about, going to and from work, and she was headed back to the Daily Prophet. She’d been assigned a story about a potion shop that had just opened up and had a really good idea of how to go about writing the article for tomorrow’s edition.

Willow walked, hardly paying attention to the cobblestones beneath her, as she began to hear yelling. She looked in the direction where she thought the female voice was coming from, but didn’t see the source. It wasn’t until she tripped on something that she came to a stop. She’d been able to catch herself from falling to the group by grabbing onto a man as he walked. By the time he looked in her direction, she had steadied herself and let go.

The brunette moved to the side, incidentally coming upon one of her coworkers crawling on the ground. That’s when Willow realized she had been the source of the yelling, and her eyes trailed in the direction the woman was going and saw what she had tripped on: her shoe.

“Amelia, are you okay?” Willow asked, moving towards the woman who hadn’t noticed her just yet. Turning back towards the shoe, she jumped into the street and grabbed it off the ground, then quickly returned to Ms. Nixon’s side. “Here you go. Are you okay?” she asked.


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