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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION. Name: Mimi Fontaine Palmer
Birthday: August 25, 1943
Hometown: Hogsmeade, Scotland
Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring and Summoning
Year (pick two): Fourth (Third)
Biography: Mimi sat on the front counter of the Lilac Tree Greenhouse. Her feet were swinging jovially, boots bouncing off the wood before they swung back the other way. If it bothered Mavis at all, the woman didn’t say a word. It wasn’t the first time they’d found each other in this sort of predicament and the shop owner understood that the constant banging and bouncing eased the child's nerves as her wounds were being cured.
This time it had been a dog; a large, savage dog. His-- and it was a he-- head was almost as thick as her waist and droll pooled perpetually off of its maw. Thick, corded muscles made up the entirety of its body and the collar had spikes sticking out of it. A guard dog seemed silly in a world of magic. There must have been dispelling charms on the lawn for whatever the small shack near the outskirts of Hogsmeade needed guarding. It was a silly idea to challenge such a beast, especially when she was only thirteen and probably weighed less than the creature.
But, it had her diary.
It’d been stolen by one of the neighborhood boys. She didn’t know
which as boys ran in packs similar to dogs. But one of them had and the group of them laughed when she'd come stomping angrily. She wouldn't blame herself for leaving it on the sidewalk when she'd gotten distracted by an aerial battle between rather large birds (it wasn't actually a fight, the act of which went completely over her head) and went chasing after them. Returning to only her pen, she kept her composure until the jeering fits had grown boring and they'd told her where she could find her
property.
She’d found it half-torn under the monstrous paws of the sleeping beast and, twenty-five minutes later, she was at Mavis’s shop getting all the scratch marks treated.
“Thanks, Mavis,” she said once it was done, a serene smile aimed at the twenty-something year old as she smiled back and disappeared back into her duties of tending the plants of her shop. Mimi came here often as it was near the outskirts of town and she could say she was here when she was really out in the fields or near the forest. She’d long dropped the Ms. Lerner by this point as Mavis didn’t very much like the way it came out from her mouth. When she grew up, Mimi wanted to have a shop just like this (well, not exactly the same sort but one of her own passion) in Hogsmeade.
Sadly, as she turned her attention to what was left of the diary, Mimi let out an aggravated sigh at the state of it. Chewed up and slobbered over, wet and dirty and ripped nearly into confetti, she'd either need to find a replacement or take this as a sign that she’d outgrown the need to write down the daily events of her life. Picking at some of the pulled-apart pages, she read through some of the entries that remained whole enough to do so.
visited her today. Neddy has to hold my hand when we do so. It helps keep some of the tears back even when they would eventually fall. I like to think of myself as Damned. Not entirely in the way Papa said it whenever she’d come back muddy from a day outside, but like the things beavers built that kept the rivers from flooding their homes. If I can keep him from It ended there. The rest of the words blended together in a mush of residual dog saliva. She folded the paper down to an inch of paper and slid it into her pocket. That one was worth keeping.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete. House Request: Ravenclaw
Personality: She is constantly speeding along, trying to stay ahead of how fast her thoughts moves. Mimi finds the balance between indulging a childish nature with a more mature perspective. She likes to move to the beat of her own orchestra, as a drum would be far too limiting. She enjoys whistling and singing, though she'd better at the first one. Known to frequent the kitchens. Loves questioning things, even if she realizes it can quickly become irritating. As a highly perceptive person, it takes a lot to have her lose her composure (although she finds crying very cathartic).
Basically a roll with punches, there to pick you up, down-to-earth yet spacey-brained kid.
Appearance: Mimi finds her own appearance trivial as she isn't generally the one staring at herself. She dresses for comfort and practicality, which is why she generally dresses up in more boy fashions. Boots are a must with how often she walks outside. Her frazzled, blonde hair will usually stay down or be kept in a high bun or ponytail if she's feeling lazy. If she has motivation, she'll make a braid. She has blue eyes and has been hiding her freckles because she doesn't like the idea of being spotty. (This she might outgrow.)
→ 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 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."
Option 2 Response: “It’s not?” She asked innocently. There was a slight tilt to her head as she asked the question. An equal degree was added to the forward arch of her back. Mimi leaned more and more in both directions, diagonally, until her balance could not afford anymore.
“Are you sure? You seem to be looking for something?” She’d only just arrived. The ruckus would have been difficult to miss for any passerby and Mimi was the sort of girl whose curiosity compelled her to inquire. Now, only having started discerning what had happened in front of her, she mulled over just how far his vendetta against the flora of the castle had gone.
Was this an isolated event? A passionate attack founded in a hate for allergies? Or was this boy a serial destroyer of flowerbeds and fruit gardens? Would the taste for it evolve until even the Forbidden Forest would be consumed by his hate of all plant life? And if so, did that mean that she had a responsibility to snuff out the flame before it had a chance to blossom?
It was at that moment that a tiny, gray rat head poked out of the large pocket of her sweater.
If she noticed, she didn’t show it in her expression. Her hand did move to her pant pocket to retrieve a pumpkin seed for her hungry rat friend. She’d found him scurrying along the halls, speedily heading through the entranceway and causing a second-year Hufflepuff girl to scream at the feel of tiny rodent feet scrambling over her shoe.
Mimi had rescued the small creature after she’d seen a wand get pulled. They’d spent most of the morning together. He’d scurry around ground as she chased him. They’d shared a spoonful of peanut butter she’d taken during the last moments of breakfast. It was great to make new friends, especially furry ones. Running her hand over his head and back as rough and scratchy, a much underrated feeling.
“Or if you aren’t, the flowers are blameless. They were very pretty.”
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