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Name: Juliana Sara Denbrough
Birthday: July 18, 1960
Hometown: Leeds, U.K.
Bloodline:
Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration
Year (pick two):
First, second
Biography:
Juliana Denbrough was born on July 18, 1960, to Martin and Felicity Denborough (nee Ramschild). The eldest of three children—she two brothers, James (9) and Andrew (6)—she was taught early on how important it was to be responsible and respectful. While Juliana had no problems regarding respecting others, it was quite a different matter with responsibility. Her careless attitude regarding anything involving work has vexed her parents, both of whom are Healers, to no end.
Martin and Felicity’s concern about their daughter’s apparent unwillingness to involve herself in anything that looked chore-ish was so great that both were extremely reluctant to tell her about her magical heritage at first, fearing that she would only squander the ability that she undoubtedly posessed. It was only after she turned nine and accidentally turned her dog’s fur blue when she picked the animal up and held it that they knew they had no choice but to explain what was going on, especially since they knew that in just two short years a letter from Hogwarts would be mailed to her.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request: Slytherin
Personality:
Juliana is not at all keen on doing anything resembling manual labor, and will attempt to cajole other people into doing her work for her. She prefers to spend her time walking outside in nature, and will become restless if she feels like she’s been indoors for too long. Juliana has a fear of heights, and has steadfastly refused any attempt by her parents to get her onto a broomstick, even a toy one. She’s also quite frightened of nifflers, although no one can figure out why.
Appearance:
Juliana has brown hair (which she keeps up in a ponytail at all times) and brown eyes which are set slightly close together. Her skin is pale, her nose is thin with an elevated bridge. As someone who will not dress up if she can possibly help it, Juliana can most often be found in Muggle bellbottom jeans and plain-colored T-shirts when not in uniform.
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→ 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: Option 1
Juliana waited for a long moment after calling out for the girl she’d been sent to find, wondering if it had just been her imagination that had her hearing things and making her believe she wasn’t alone.Deciding to err on the side of caution, she called again.
“Emma Birch, are you here?”
The dungeon was freezing. Juliana noted that her breath was clearly visible at that moment and felt a pang of irritation, thinking of how she could have been in her warm bed instead of traipsing around a dungeon on what was turning out to be a wild goose chase.
She tried one last time, praying she’d get some sort of response.
“Look, this isn’t funny anymore, Emma. It’s freezing down here and I want to get to bed! Give me some sign that you’re down here, will you? Breathe, laugh, trip over your own feet…anything!”
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