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* Robbie Foxglove

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Character name: Robbie Foxglove

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Alder and Holly Foxglove, Penélope Weber, Parker McCormick, Ophelia Marquis, Apollo Undergrove

Character age: 23

Character education:
Junior Healer at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries - July ‘66 until present day
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Slytherin -  Sep. ‘62 - graduation in ‘66
Lead Nurse - 7th year, Nurse - 4th - 6th year
Slytherin prefect - 6th & 7th year
Slytherin Beater
Gokstad Academy - Njord - Sept. ‘58 - Feb. ‘62

Strength and weaknesses: The insecure boy has grown into a man that lacks confidence, though you’d never be able tell. After years of hiding behind a sunny facade and thriving in his own shadow, Robbie knows exactly which mask to wear to suit the occasion.

Though he isn’t one to dwell on past mistakes, Robbie has a long memory. No favour will slip by unnoticed, no slight will be forgotten. He is comfortable inside crowds and can easily match any level of noise, but he still deems private moments with special people precious. Once earned, Robbie’s loyalty will outlast even the most intense heartbreak.

Physical description: The face that stares back from the mirror has the same dark, curly hair and warm brown eyes than the one Hogwarts would have last seen. These days he’s on the gaunt side, an unfortunate side effect of working too many hours without any respite, but the easy smile and confident stride more than makes up for it.

Personality: Laid back and pleasant, Robbie doesn’t have a lack of friends. Though the instinct to protect kicks in very easily, he also knows how to let go and just have fun. Many of his hobbies have fallen to the wayside over the years but he still paints very regularly and, in lieu of being part of a quidditch team, he’s taken up muggle football and running.

Though Robbie’s easy way of doing things seems to stretch throughout all aspect of his life, he is actually painfully aware of exactly how far he can push things to still stay safe. The tragedy and loss in his teenage years has cultivated a strong sense of self preservation and because of this, Robbie Foxglove won’t take a risk unless he is sure he’ll get a win out of it. A few people in his life has also pointed out that he knows exactly how to make you love him most.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Five years ago, Robbie walked away from a dreadful situation in anger and in the process, sacrificed precious time with his family. In the years since he’d managed to maintain some sort of involvement in their lives, even if it was only the odd weekend with Holly, or a hastily arranged lunch with Alder. In the time away his own romantic relationship thrived and he  managed to become a halfway decent Healer too.

It was only in the last year, with his brother suddenly signing up for the Ministry and veering down a road Robbie never would have expected, that he realised he didn’t know what was going on in the two younger kids’ lives any more. These days Robbie’s  estranged older sister saw more of Holly than he had done in years, and Alder had built the type of life which, in all honesty, made their older brother worry.

It is Robbie’s hope that by securing a position at Hogwarts, he’d manage to find a way back into their lives. Holly still has a few years left at the school and with Alder working in Hogsmeade for part of the week, he’d be able to spend time with the both of them.

On a side note, a few years at Hogwarts would enhance his skills as a Healer and allow him a little bit of time for independent study.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):

When looking back at a life, it is only natural to try and find some sort of pattern in the years that pass. Some people like to keep journals to track everything that happens, collecting snippets of their years in the pages to serve as some sort of legacy. Others prefer to reminisce at their leisure, looking back at the years with a sense of misplaced nostalgia. For an unlucky few, one event immediately jumps out, leaving their time irrevocably divided in two parts – everything that happened before, and all of what came after.

For Robbie Foxglove, the significant years seem to clump together in lumps of three. Sometimes there were more months in a cluster, sometimes less, but more often that not, those moments of importance could be find nestled in amongst thirty six months that belonged together, somehow.

The years with the greatest contrast stretched from the late fifties into the sixties. He’d only been a boy at the start of it all, a little bit younger than ten and with the innocent joviality that youth so often brought. His days were marked by the tides because he lived on an island and there was nothing quite as wonderful as taking a small boat out to the skerry on a warm, sunny day. The salty water would cling to his ankles and turn his already curly hair unruly. Sometimes he’d carry an easel and paint, sometimes a basket, but he would never be alone. His sister sometimes went with him and at other times, his younger brother Alder. Soon, the promise of another sister turned his life into a waiting game, one which he lost. His mother left them just two days after bringing new life into the world and with that, his father’s attention dwindled as well. It felt like a short eternity of mourning and scraping that followed even though in reality, it had only been two years. By the end of it, it was only the four kids and, on a bitter Christmas morning not too long after that, Robbie realised that it had only been three for much longer than he realised, because Willow had left with her heart long before her feet had carried her out of the children’s home. There was no more salty water and no more skerry - only the rattling sound of his younger sister’s breath as she fought for her life in a narrow bed upstairs in the children’s home.

The next three years arrived in Pene Weber’s wake. Miss Kurtz, as she had once been known, had taken the three of them away from the home, and England and everything that had tied them to their old lives. Robbie hadn’t been able to stay with the others but instead had been shipped off to school in a country too cold for words, to learn magic in a language he couldn’t understand and to try and make friends by speaking to them in another which was even more indecipherable. It was three years of bruised knuckles, split lips and too many D’s scribbled over his work until one day, the girls started noticing him and with it, some help finally arrived. Robbie soon learned that if you had the Latin down, the Norwegian didn’t matter quite so much. In those days he rarely used words to speak anyway, instead opting for hidden kisses with the girls, and public fights with the boys.

The next three years had been the best of all of them, taking their place as some sort of golden age in Robbie’s life. England had lured his aunt back with its promise of leisure and fame, allowing the family to settle in Hogsmeade. Robbie, who was still slightly behind, didn’t stay that way for long because at his new school, they spoke English and things weren’t covered in snow year round. In three short years he broke a heart, found his own and also discovered a boy he couldn’t live without. It was three years of laughter, tragedy, kisses, Quidditch, learning and long hours spent in a Hogsmeade house with too many staircases that all seemed to lead into the sanctuary of one downstairs basement. At the end of it all, the beautifully woven spell was shattered by a single confession of unthinkable betrayal and Robbie left home, separating himself from the three people in his life that he loved the most.

Perhaps it was no wonder, then, that the next years unravelled at the seams, losing the familiar pattern of three as it slipped through his fingers. It wasn’t all a waste, of course. Long hours in the hospital meant that he became a better Healer each day, while stolen moments with Ed helped them stay on their own path. The threads that had tied him to Alder and Holly had stretched and frayed, though, leaving him completely disconnected from his family for the first time in his life. It took a strange family dinner to rattle him into wanting a change and so Robbie set out to change his own life by trusting the man in his life to hold onto their future.

Three years, his lucky (or unlucky) number, and the exact amount of time his sister had left at school. Robbie had no idea if this was a mistake or if life would snatch something else from him while he worked on making the next thirty six months the best they could be, but he had to try.

(Please respond to 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 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 halls of Hogwarts seemed to hum their approval as Robbie wandered down them and towards the office of Headmistress Ivanova. In his mind, they welcomed him back, the cold brick and warm light reminding him of the many walks he took down these very corridors. In reality, though, the slight hum in his ears could just be because of running underground in the dungeons, where there was very little air; the strange pressure and colder air could make anybody’s ears go a little bit wonky.

All in all, it was nice to be back. Though St. Mungo’s had its own charm, only a few places could beat the ambience and presence of the Hogwarts Castle. The dungeons especially had an atmosphere of their very own and since they were his home for four of the best years of his life, Robbie hadn’t been able to resist the urge to dash into their depths before his interview.

He hadn’t been alone down there, though, and the surprise reunion with a very old friend had made him more than a few minutes late for his appointment in the end.

“My apologies, headmistress,” Robbie said as he finally closed her office door behind him and wandered towards her desk. His hair looked more wind swept than usual, though the bright smile and slightly flushed cheeks would tell her he was delighted to see her again. As far his memory served they’d never really spoken, but he was planning on changing that and making a proper impression to boot.

“I bumped into Sir Richard while on my way over here and I can report the tales of his adventures are as long as ever,” he said with a slightly shake of the head, catching the older woman’s eye before extending a hand. “Anyway, thank you so much for your patience.”

With that, Robbie took a seat, feigning readiness for whatever the woman could possibly throw at him.

permission to say Robbie met Sir Richard granted by player <3

have you seen that boy
he brings the sun to its knees
every night