Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Edmund Thyrsus Xero
Gender: Male
Age: 21

Education: 
Beauxbatons then Tutored.

Residence:
Originally from France but now is living in Wizarding London.

Occupation:**If you are planning to work at St. Mungo's, please fill out the St. Mungo's application here instead.
Errand Boy

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: (see here on how to do this)
If you want levels above the usual 32 total, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

• Charms: 7
• Transfiguration: 10
• Divination: 8
• Summoning: 7

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:
Flo-P-Ro PW EFF”, Peter Frankly Yawn,

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

“Writing doesn’t seem to be your strong suit, Mr. Xero.”

He might only be seven but Edmund felt his teacher was being too… domineering. Especially when evaluating the work of a child.

“You’ll have to change the ending,” He looked over the paper at the boy who was suddenly quiet. He had written a folk story he had heard or read from somewhere and altered it by putting in the names of people who existed. The story hadn’t left his mind, and when they were asked to compose a fictional piece that was what came out.

“Why,” it was the same ending as the story had. What he had was a tribute. Changing the most exciting part in the story and leaving everything the same would cheapen it. This man didn’t seem to understand.

“What happened to the people who go missing in your story?” he asked.

Did it matter? The purpose of their disappearance was to create suspense. There was no graphic death or horrid screaming. No suggestion that they had even been killed. The story made you think the worse without it being explicit. All characters were tools, and when they served their purpose and they were no longer relevant. Why did their fates need to be explained?

“They’re gone,” Edmund explained to the best of his knowledge. If he knew he was going to fight for his words he would have preferred to do this before lunch when he didn’t feel sleepy.

“It sounds like you’ve killed them. You can’t write about death in my class. I don’t’ find it to be a topic appropriate for a child to write about,” he told him.

And yet children were not safe from death. Not from their own or the deaths of the people closest to them. But it didn’t really matter what Edmund thought or his teacher. This story didn’t have a clear and happy ending. It had a vague, dark, and mysterious one. Had it been his own story he would have been more lenient with changes. Maybe. But his teacher’s reasoning was hardly valid. This man knew more about people passing than him? Had the man seen death or experienced it himself?

All Edmund really knew about death was that lump in his mother’s bedroom wasn’t his mother anymore, heartbeat or not.

“How do I end it then?” the teacher was the one with the problem and so he should suggest an answer. It was his job to teach wasn’t it?

“Everyone jumps out from behind a tree and says ‘Surprise?’” He hated those endings. It took everything that was built up and destroyed it by make it fake. It was clear that there was nothing this man could educated him about. Unless making him irate was his intention the whole time.

“I don’t care. Change it or I won’t accept this for a grade,” he told him. Was he really having this discussion with a seven year old? Edmund felt confused more than anything else. Adults did more harm than good. They saw things through their eyes and with their more perverse minds saw terrible things that didn’t exist in a child’s mind yet.

Edmund, without a word, took a quill and began writing on the corner of a piece of parchment.

Once upon a time a family when out into the woods. They found a clearing and rested down in the grass and they didn't disappear or die.

This assignment is stupid and I've learned nothing.


Roleplay: (If you are requesting Exceptional levels - above 32 total - please respond to the roleplay and questions here instead)
Reply as your character to the following:

It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.

Roleplay Response:

She had been the first girl he had ever kissed. The first one to make his heart race with a gentle brush of her lips against his. Now she was nothing to him. Seeing what she was now against the image he had of her years ago didn’t make him disappointed. Irritated was a better word but still not the right one.

It would have been better if she had died young, suddenly and tragically. Perhaps in a way where she could have lived had circumstances been different. That way he could only remember her for being his first kiss and nothing else. Then the memory wouldn’t be polluted by her giggling and letting other boys grab her around the waist and pull her off. He didn’t care how clear her eyes were or what a beautiful women she had become. She was ugly to him.

Worst of all he had kissed someone ugly.

“I’m so happy we met up again,” she said with a smile. It didn’t flatter as the silence between when on a little longer than she expected.

“Aren’t you?” she asked him with a tinge of worry in her voice. Edmund smiled.

“I just can’t believe how you got even more beautiful,” he told her in a gentle voice. If she fell for that then she deserved everything he wanted to make her go through. Her smile became stronger and he had no doubt her mind was already thinking of all the possibilities and happiness between them. She’d remember him as the sweet quiet boy who found himself kissing her back after she had leaned in first. She’d picture him always by her side, holding her close, and getting angry at other men who mistreated her or when she didn't think highly of herself. He was her handsome blue eyed knight with blond hair.

Women were so imaginative and dramatic. They put the cart before the horse and when it didn’t work it wasn’t their fault. She was needy, soul sucking, and empty. She was a harpy.

“I think running into you is the best thing that’s happened to me in awhile. I’m really sorry about your head though,” She giggled. Edmund gave a throaty chuckle. He didn’t see what was so funny about having some dumb girl run into him and knock him over. When had she gotten so heavy?

Edmund had known where he was going. She had been the one who turned her head away for a moment and stumbled. He realized now after seeing her he would have lived a happy life no matter what he did if he had just never seen her again.

But an opportunity had presented itself. He loved stories. Comedies, tragedies, anything really. And theirs had a humorous serendipity beginning. Then there would be the rising action, the climax, followed by the conclusion. How would he leave her broken? Loving him but having them unfortunately split apart? Revealing her for what she really was and leaving her broken into pieces? Or encouraging her to be exactly the same. Vain, desperate for attention, acceptance and inability to be anything other than shallow?

“You’re… different, from what I remember,” she told him. That was a tough one to address. Either that meant she had or hadn't been paying attention to him.

“Different… in a good way right?” he asked. She smiled and giggled. Some people said people laughed when they were uncomfortable. She was just getting settled in. Whoever told her she had a cute laugh had been lying to her… that might have been him actually.

“Excuse me for a moment, I need to go powder my nose,” She got up from the table and walked away. Edmund quickly remembered he should glance at her and make her feel… whatever women felt when they saw a man looking back at them when they walked away. Their eyes met and then she turned her head away. Why couldn’t she have run into another old schoolmate just then when her head was turned?

And then a child with an animal appeared. She tugged on his clothes and he had to catch up with what she was saying. He contorted his face in a way that looked sympathetic. Edmund looked at the small creature the girl held out to him and gently stroked its fur as he looked at girl.

“Then you should tell Sambundeakin that he shouldn’t go out on his own if he still needs his mother.”


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