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Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Danny O’Mally
Birthday: July 5, 1955
Hometown: County Munster, Ireland
Bloodline:
Muggleborn
Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring and Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination
Year (pick two): 4 or 5
Biography:
The son of fairly normal muggles was never going to be fairly normal. Danny has been getting into mischief since the day he learned to walk. Tying his parents shoes together? Yep. Gluing a coin to the ground and watching people try to pick it up? Yep. Danny always seemed to find mischief in school, and considered it to be a waste of time before going to play football with his friends.
In school, Danny can come across as a bit quiet at first, with the tacit understanding that he's at a distinct disadvantage being one of the few muggle borns at the school. When all of his peers parents are banking executives, department heads for ministry branches, and famous quidditch players, his parents are accountants. This makes him a bit ambitious to start a lasting impact for the O'Mally family in the world he now inhabits.
He has little interest in most of the wizarding world. Quidditch is ridiculous, brewing potions overly complex, and a castle is just over the top. Rather, he misses his old life. Playing football with his friends, going to parties, running around Ireland getting into mischief as opposed to wearing an elaborate bathrobe and waving a tree branch around. A decent part of it is simply just a bit too silly for him, with things like writing with a quill versus a pen, or not using a typewriter for longer reports.
Firey, independent, and, while somewhat clever occasionally, he can best be described as “dumb as a brick”, Danny enjoys spending his time at Hogwarts hanging out with his friends, talking to girls, and trying to figure out how to be a wizard, which is difficult, as theres no guidelines for restarting your life at age 11.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request: Gryffindor
Personality:
Appearance:
Thin and somewhat lanky, Danny has a youthful face with sharp eyes, making it clear he’s much better at street smarts than book smarts.
→ 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 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.
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."
Roleplay Response:
Danny didn’t understand anything about this school, and frankly he never would. Just last week he’d discovered that their food didn’t just magically appear, and that there was a small army of goofy looking servants under the Great Hall that made his breakfast. He’d slipped one of them a few bottles of butterbeer, and now every day, wherever he was sitting, a plate of thick bacon and extremely buttery toast would appear. Dannys next trick was to see if he gave the elf more treats he could get massive sandwiches for lunch.
Toast in hand, Danny began meandering through the gardens. It was going to be an easy day. Sure, he had some homework to do, but he also had- Excuse me, was that a rat? He knew this castle had to have problems, it was ancient. But the rat was followed closely by a student, who had decided to act like a barbarian and wipe his snotty nose on his clothing… For the love of- What did these people learn for manners?!
Danny couldn’t help but laugh in poor Hugh’s face.
It’s also not polite to wipe ye’ snotty nose on your sleeves, mate. Plus, if you wanted to catch that rat, would you not consider giving it some treats? Or even summoning it, levitating it, or any other magic tricks you might know? Not that it would help much. Poor thing seems to hate you.”
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