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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Laurel Gwendolyn Douglass
Birthday: 19/10/44
Hometown: Hogsmeade
Bloodline:Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one):Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two): 6th, please! Or 5th.
Biography:3 September 1960
”But, Mum, I-”
“No, Laurel. You know the rules. I know you want to help everyone but you’re not at Hogwarts right now because you want to help others so much you forget about yourself.”Laurel looked across the kitchen at her Mum, at the way her eyes softened and the tightness around her mouth eased after having scolded Laurel. Neither of her parents were very strict but when they really felt it was necessary it was her Mum that took the lead.
Laurel’s own mouth turned downward; she didn’t like upsetting her mother. Or anyone, really. She managed to stay silent, even if she would normally give in and apologize. Her Mum had to see that as some sort of progress; she wasn’t giving in to what someone else wanted.
This situation had to be somewhat of a double-edged sword for her mother. Praise Laurel for doing what she wanted instead of what she was told or discipline her because what she wanted was to help the old couple down the road tend their garden and her parents told her she was supposed to be concentrating on herself.
After a good couple minutes, her Mum finally sighed and looked back over at Laurel.
“Did you at least write in your journal today?”Laurel bit her lip and looked away. She hadn’t and it was something her parents were insisting on as part of her therapy before they would consider letting her return to school. “Not yet.”
It was just so hard to write about her thoughts and feelings. She could never focus on just one for very long.
Her Mum watched her for a few moments longer before walking across the kitchen and embracing Laurel. Laurel returned the hug, wrapping her arms around her waist and squeezing. Her Mum laughed softly as they pulled apart and she looked down at Laurel.
“You’re almost as tall as me now.” They looked at each other, mother and daughter, for a long minute before Laurel was patted on the back and nudged in the direction of her bedroom.
“Please go and try to write something.”With a chest-heaving deep breath, Laurel turned and tried to brace herself to do just that.
19 October 1960
Dear Diary,
Today is my sixteenth birthday. I wish I could see my friends and show them that I can finally make a decent cupcake. I’ve always made them cupcakes for my birthday but it didn’t take them long to figure out that the house elves did most of the cooking for me.
I suppose that’s one of the only good things about being stuck at home for all these months. I’ve had a lot of time to improve my baking skills. I’ve noticed it helps me focus on something other than the hundreds of thoughts swimming around in my head. Now that I mostly know what I’m doing I’m able to concentrate on what I need to do for the recipe and not what everyone I care about but can’t see right now is doing.
Maybe by next year I can make everyone a feast and all my favourite people can celebrate with me.
17 December 1960
Dear Diary,
It’s almost Christmas and I’ll get to see both Phillip and Ren for the first time in...well, too long! I’m hoping I’ll be able to see Imogen during break too. I’ve been working on knitting house-colored scarves for them all. It’s not the most original gift but knitting is another hobby I’ve picked up recently. I’ve had to find lots of things to do while stuck inside the house. I mean, I get to go out into the garden but Mum and Dad still don’t want me seeing too many people yet.
It’s frustrating but I guess it’s always good to learn a new skill. And speaking of, I need to get back to working on those scarves. They already won’t be done by Christmas so I need to hurry!
9 February 1961
Dear Diary,
Mum and Dad are mad at me again. I think it’s really strange that my parents get angry at me for being caring when most parents would probably praise their kids for that. I get they’re worried about me because I do forget to eat sometimes if I get busy helping someone and time gets away from me.
That happened today. I only meant to help carry a few boxes over at Honeyduke’s because they had so many and I was just taking a walk. I didn’t even think about it when I started helping them stock the shelves. I only knew how busy they’d be getting with Valentine’s Day next week. I didn’t mean to spend six hours there and cause Mum and Dad to worry about me.
But now I’m stuck at home again. It feels like I’ll never get to go back to Hogwarts. My parents might want what’s best for me, except sometimes it feels like what they think is best is actually more hurtful.
I guess I’m back to square one for now.
27 May 1961
Dear Diary,
It’s finally almost Summer! It’s been a while since Hogwarts has had a break so I’m really looking forward to them getting out for the Summer. I miss my friends.
In other news, I’ve managed to convince Mum and Dad to let me go to camp as a sort of test to see whether I’ll be ready to get back to Hogwarts in September. If I can keep up with writing in here and make sure to take time for myself at least for a little bit every day they might let me go back!
So I’m going to cross my fingers and hope for the best. I really don’t like being separated from the people I love for so long.
Wish me luck, Diary!
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Hufflepuff, please!
→ 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): LevelsNumber of New Levels Requested: 4
New Levels Request: C5D3T6S4
How your character kept up with their studies: Mostly studied with her mother, a former Hogwarts professor and she occasionally studied with a tutor.→ 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 2:That rat of his was in for it now.
The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.
Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.
Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.
Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.
The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.
As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.
"You blasted rat! Where are you?"
He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.
Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.
Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
Laurel had never liked being by herself. It had always been easier for her to concentrate on other people. She wasn’t supposed to do that anymore. Or at least not as often. Taking care of and helping others was a part of her very soul and her parents recognized that. They had told her they only want her to also care for herself.
She supposed it made sense. If she didn’t take care of herself she couldn’t very well care for others.
Still, being alone in the gardens (even if it was one of her favourite parts of the Hogwarts grounds) was not something she wanted to do for an hour or so every day. She was trying, despite the days that she would rather have lunch with her friends, catch up with the kitchen elves or visit some of the patients in the hospital wing.
On those days she still managed to force herself out to the mostly quiet gardens, allowing the buzz of insects, the singing of birds or even just the breeze floating through to take her out of her own head and pay attention to what was around her.
Today she’d brought her journal out, she just hadn’t actually written anything in it yet. Instead there were little pockets of flowers drawn in the corners, rainbows along the edges of the parchment.
Sometimes she just didn’t want to force any words to come out onto the page and she didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. As long as she was taking some time for herself.
"You blasted rat! Where are you?"Laurel startled at the harsh tone of voice and turned to see what was happening and found a boy trampling through the flowers. She frowned at the treatment of them, choosing to keep her thoughts about that to herself.
Instead, she chose to keep an eye on him, wanting to make sure he didn’t ruin too many of them. It was while she was watching that he gave an obscenely loud sneeze. It actually made her cringe; it sounded like it hurt. Just as she was about to go over to the poor boy he seemed to spot her.
"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."Laurel bit the corner of her lip as she headed in his direction. “I didn’t mean to stare. I was just about to ask you if I could help you with anything?”
She gave him a friendly smile with a questioning look.
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