Willow E. Knightlock

[Willow E. Knightlock]

Application for Hogwarts School

→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name:
Willow E. Knightlock

Birthday:
25.10. 925

Hometown:
Summermay

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Forth or third

Biography:
Her hand wouldn't stop shaking as she was trying to put tea cup back on a plate that was standing right in front of her, on a table with a perfectly white lace tablecloth on it. And even doe she focused all of her attention on it, on putting that perfectly perfect porcelain tea cup on perfect plate with perfectly matching pattern with a tea she manged somehow to spill little on that perfect white lace. She pulled a napkin over it in a ridicules attempt to cover it, but Isabelle never missed anything.

Willow looked up to see a perfect young women looking down on her across the table with her legs crossed in a manner perfectly suited for a young lady like herself, she tried to imitate her but she did it very poorly, almost falling of her chair.

If someone walked in a room suddenly, and saw three women that sat across the table in a old conservatory that someone might just think that they walked in to see faces of goddess. And then when they direct they look to Willow they just might get scared.

Three women sitting across the table from her where just perfect. All three of them. That was the word you would describe them with. Beautiful, graceful, and similar words would do, but the only word that was perfect for those perfect three was perfect.   

She gave a shy smile to somewhere behind Isabelle. She was scared to look her in the eyes, she had a feeling that looking into her eyes Isabelle would kill her somehow.

"You know, when your parents brought you over with them I was fairly surprised. Isabelle started while inhaling smoke from cigarette perfectly as only she could.

"Yes, and if may add quite unpleasantly. I wondered, you see, how can this girl be an asset to me and to this family. Naturally girls have their charms, and those can be used to gain all sort of things. But, you, you don't have them at all! Such a pity." She  said, calmly gesturing with a hand she held cigarette in, and mumbled the last part.

Willow knew exactly what she was aiming for. It was an utmost unfortunate that Willow was born into this family that valued beauty and grace in their women above all. Of course she had none. She was born with agility of an elephant, grace of walking albatross, and beauty of toothless horse, well, maybe not toothless, she had to give herself that, at least had good teeth. But other than that she was pretty screwed. In contract to perfect high cheekbones that Isabelle, Rose, and even her youngest sister Lavender had she had good old chipmunk cheeks. Where they had perfect green or golden brown eyes she had muddy eyes, that looked too big for her face thanks to glasses she had to wear to even be able to see what's in front of her. No, Willow wasn't perfect Knightlock girl by any means, to be completely honest she was on the farthest end of an ideal as a girl could get, and Isabelle made sure to remind her of that every time she had tea with her, her mother and grandmother, three perfectly perfect ladies of a noble French family. Oh, how she hated them.

It was her mother fault for sure. What did she expect? She named her after a Whooping Willow, the ugliest tree on this planet, she was destined to fail reaching Knightlock ideals from her first moment on this Earth. Now, if she was named after a flower, like her sisters, or something like Isabelle or Kathrine, she would for sure grow into beautiful young women. But no, her mother had to go crazy and named her after a tree that her and father saw on their first date. She predestined her to be a failure from the start.

Isabelle's perfectly soft voice startled her from her thoughts   

"Willow..." she said strictly "Did you hear the word I said?"

Willow insecurely shook her head back and forth.

"I have no real usable talents and you are sanding me to Hogwarts to see if I'm at least academically inclined"

And Willow knew she was. All her nannies said so, and while her sister Rose could dance circles around her in a ballet class, beat her in any sport, and smile like Willow never could, Willow was far better than her in one field. Magic. She had a talent for it, Charms especially. But whenever was time to show it in front of someone she would choke and fail, like she always did. But she knew, that once in Hogwarts, far away from Isabelle's scary eyes she'll definitely blossom in a bast witch ever and than she'll dance circles around Isabelle and Rose with her magic wand by her side.

"God knows I'm thanking risk with you" she spat out putting down her cigarette in shiny crystal ashtray.

"Yes, we don't want another Knightlock failure, do we Willow?" Lady Kathrine spoke obviously talking about their cousin Elizabeth, who betrayed family and took another name. And even though Elizabeth made possible for Isabelle to become heir, some of the family members thought she was failure. Willow though she was incredibly brave.

"You may go now" Isabelle dismissed her with her hand, turning to her grandmother, Lady de Borglie, speaking something in french.

"Thank you cousin Isabelle, Lady Kathrine and Lady de Borglie," she said looking into their direction "It was quite..." what was the word she was looking for, terrible, terrifying, painful or unpleasant?

"Lovely" she finished so obviously lying.

"Yes, see you at dinner Willow" Lady de Borglie said with a heavy french accent.
 
Willow stormed out of conservatory accidentally knocking down an elf that was about to come in. She decided it was best to ignore it and she continued to her room to get ready for dinner.

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

House Request: What ever you find appropriate!

Personality: Willow looks like a shy, clumsy girl but under that exterior lies wonderful, determinant persona who is ready to be seen for what she really is, not just for her exterior. You can expect great things from her once her shell is broken.

Appearance: Did it in Bio!

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.

She was there, her, a shy and invisible wall flower in a middle of the Quidditch stands screaming from top of her lungs. We'll she wasn't actually in the middle of it, more like in far back, and she wasn't exactly screaming more like softly whispering. But it didn't matter, it felt like screaming to her.

Life was so good, and it was getting better with each and every day that passes since that train took her from Summermay palace to this wonderful Scottish castle filled with life and new opportunities.

She was so buzzed that she even flowed cheering crowd from Quidditch field to Great Hall, all time eying that boy that missed a shot. That reminded her of one time that her sister, cousins and she played Quidditch behind gardens of Summermay. She was terrible at it and when Quaffle was passed to her she dropped it nearly missing Isabelle who was walking in gardens with her grandmother. She still remembered chill that went through her body when she looked at her, she almost felled from her broom.

But Isabelle was far from here. There where miles between here and Summermay palace and Willow felt almost untouchable.

She sat at the back of her table of her house, eying the unfortunate player the whole time, he looked like he will die from embarrassment. She would too, but then again she would never be playing Quidditch for her house would she? Just when she was getting ready to go the boy got up and screamed from top of his lungs.

"WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!" 

Now, all eyes where on him, not just hers, and she felt embarrassed for him even doe she didn't know him. She quietly steeped out of the Great Hall, and made her way to her Common room. She felt sorry for him, but there was nothing she could have done. Or was there?


→ ABOUT YOU.

Previous Characters (if applicable): Isabelle A. B. Knightlock

How did you find us?: With magical help of unicorns and good wishes (already a player)

[Delaney Jane Roberts]

Hello Willow,

Welcome to the site and thank you for your interest in Hogwarts. Your application is great, but I just need you to tweak the last part of your roleplay response.

It felt like every set of eyes in the room was boring into him, and James couldn't stand it anymore. He jerked himself back up from the table and stomped right back out of the Hall the same way he had come in. As he stormed into the quieter hallway outside, he could hear footsteps somewhere behind him. James rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"

As you can see, James left the great hall and turned on the person behind him (you.) The point of the roleplay is just to see how your character would respond in that situation. You can't state what James will do or say, though. That would be classed as power playing, which isn't allowed.

If you could just tweak the end of your response and resubmit we would be happy to take another look at your application.

Thank you.

~ Dee

[Willow E. Knightlock]

She was there, her, a shy and invisible wall flower in a middle of the Quidditch stands screaming from top of her lungs. We'll she wasn't actually in the middle of it, more like in far back, and she wasn't exactly screaming more like softly whispering. But it didn't matter, it felt like screaming to her.

Life was so good, and it was getting better with each and every day that passes since that train took her from Summermay palace to this wonderful Scottish castle filled with life and new opportunities.

She was so buzzed that she even flowed cheering crowd from Quidditch field to Great Hall, all time eying that boy that missed a shot. That reminded her of one time that her sister, cousins and she played Quidditch behind gardens of Summermay. She was terrible at it and when Quaffle was passed to her she dropped it nearly missing Isabelle who was walking in gardens with her grandmother. She still remembered chill that went through her body when she looked at her, she almost felled from her broom.

But Isabelle was far from here. There where miles between here and Summermay palace and Willow felt almost untouchable.

She sat at the back of her table of her house, eying the unfortunate player the whole time, he looked like he will die from embarrassment. She would too, but then again she would never be playing Quidditch for her house would she?

The boy stood up, and got out in of a Great Hall, and like she's under some kind of a spell she followed him. Once in a corridor her turned around and screamed at her.

"WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"

She was petrified, she didn't know what to do. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She felt like fating and she turned around and ran to the nearest bathroom.

[Eirwen Medraut]

Miss Knightlock,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted. Term begins 01 May, 2013. 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,
Eirwen Medraut,
Counsellor and Head of Humanities, Beauxbatons

Thank you for editing you roleplay response! It looks much better this time, just keep in mind when you roleplay on the board, having Willow leave a thread abruptly like that will make it hard for the person you are roleplaying with to respond. He or she might have wished to try and stop Willow or say something to her!
An idea could be to for example end your post with "And with that Willow turned away and started walking off." In that way you still leave it open for the person to for example try and grab Willow's arm or follow her.