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Oliver Min

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Oliver Min:

Application for Hogwarts School

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Name: Oliver Min

Birthday: 9th February, 1959

Hometown: Rangoon, Burma

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): 4th, 5th

Biography:

Once upon a time, they were the magical royalty of Burma. Barely hidden from the scrutinising eyes of Muggles, they controlled several businesses both magical and mundane, dealing in jade, timber and wand cores made from native magical beasts of Burma. British colonialism put an end to that after they annexed the country in 1885, and they fled to the land of their conquerors to save their skin. They did not have a family name so they fashioned one, Min - ‘king’ - and they looked to start anew.

Going from nobility to simple businessmen was unideal to say the least, and they were nothing if not perseverant. They were still pureblooded after all; they traded their names for English ones and adapted to the magical aristocracy of London, and within a generation, they were known as great business moguls, focusing on exotic wandmaking catering to those looking for more eccentric wands. Not as widespread and serving the public like the more popular names certainly, but they were well respected, and they catered to the whims of pureblood elitism, which helped tremendously in spreading their name through private circles.

Oliver is the great-great-grandson of the first patriarch who set foot on English soil, the eldest son among a line of eldest sons, and the first of his generation to be born after the Burmese independence in 1948. His father returned his family to the homeland in the wake of liberation, but found themselves unwelcome, a family that abandoned the country in their time of need. Desperate for approval, he gave his children Burmese names, raised them as their ancestors once lived, but their blood was so diluted and their faces so foreign they never quite fit in.

The eldest of five children, Oliver has the world on his shoulders, and he bears the burden willingly. Quiet and inquisitive as a child, resolute and driven as a teenager, he knows what is expected of him, as the heir of a century-old bloodline and the first primed to mend the schism of the two halves of one whole, split generations prior. The miserable state of the magical academies in Burma saw him sent to Hogwarts, where the Mins traditionally boasted Slytherins and Ravenclaws (with the occasional Hufflepuff, never mentioned in familial gatherings).

He thrives under strict guidance, follows the path laid out for him. Be an example for his brothers and sisters, get Os and no less in his exams, take over the family businesses and perhaps even get a seat at the Wizengamot, for they lacked the political power to match their wealth, marry a pureblood girl, tread the road taken by his forefathers many times before. Some may find it stifling, but Oliver was never one to complain. Ambition came to him naturally and he found it easy to stick to the rules, follow the plan.

Though, he does wonder if he even exists outside of the family name.

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House Request: Slytherin

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

Option I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.

Roleplay Response:

The Dungeons disgusted him, from the acrid smell of sulphur to the perpetual dampness in the air to the dimly lit braziers. Its only saving grace was that it housed the Slytherin common room (which he enjoyed) and the Potions classroom (which he enjoyed a little less). No reason to dally in the corridors, so he strode hurriedly with a purpose, holding a stack of books under his arms and a sizable pile of papers - notes, homework, extracurriculars, cheatsheets from the older years - in his pack. Other students were usually ignored, conversation the last thing on his mind when not in the Great Hall, but he paused when he heard a small, fragile voice around the corner, calling for a ghost long gone.

Oliver shook his head and rounded the corner, pursed his lips as he saw the girl, with her golden hair and fresh robes and the Gryffindor crest on her chest. His smile was flat and his eyes were as cold as Hogwarts during winter as he looked down at her, about to tell her to go bother someone else, but he did not. The girl reminded him of his own little sisters, the older one a year away from joining him at Hogwarts. His heart would be broken if they were treated as unkindly as some of the first years were, and so Oliver found himself sinking to one knee in front of the girl, their eyes level, his best attempt at a warm smile plastered on his face.

"Emma Birch isn't here. She's long dead," he answered. He knew the name, whispered from the lips of his parents from their time at the castle, decades ago. His father had wanted to tell Oliver before he boarded the train, but his mother had shut it down, so naturally, he scrounged up what information he could, fancying himself a sleuth. He knew enough to paint a broad picture, and definitely enough to spin a tale to satisfy an adventurous spirit.

Reaching into the backpack, he took out a toffee and offered it to her. "And she's nowhere near important enough to stick around the castle walls. But if you're looking for an actually scary ghost, I can help you. Do you know about the Bloody Baron?"

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Karina Ivansko:
Dear Mr. Min,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins on 1 January. Currently, students have gathered at 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.

Yours sincerely,
Karina Ivansko
Headmistress

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