Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Natalie Wright

Birthday: March 28th, 1962

Hometown: Vancouver, Canada & Kinsale, Ireland

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two):
I’d really, really love first year, but second works in a pinch.

Biography:

Eileen Kelly was one of the three thousand-odd Irish citizens who immigrated to Canada in 1956. Her trip was a touch more unorthodox than most, though. Rather than coming by boat or even plane, Eileen arrived via International Floo with two trunks, one wand, and a shiny new diploma courtesy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After bouncing between jobs as a research assistant and copy editor for Magical Archaeology, she landed a position at Vancouver’s largest magical museum, where she worked to restore and maintain magical artifacts uncovered at muggle dig sites. Along the way, she met Peter Wright, a Canadian Ilvermorny graduate turned magazine illustrator. The pair married in 1960, then welcomed two children: Natalie in 1962 and Declan in 1965.

It was all very quaint and white-picket-fence-y; a cozy home, fulfilling jobs, beautiful children -they couldn’t have asked for anything more. Until Natalie started showing signs of magic. Even though it wasn’t a surprise in the slightest, Eileen and Peter still felt caught off guard by the prospect of raising a young witch and wizard in Canada. You see, Peter’s parents were no-mage farmers from Saskatchewan. When an official dropped by to offer their son admission to Ilvermorny, they shrugged their shoulders and went along with it. While school had been, you know, fine, it’d fallen short compared to the wonderful stories he’d heard from his penpal at Hogwarts. Eileen, for her part, couldn’t fathom sending her children anywhere but Hogwarts. Why go to a knockoff when the genuine article was a hop and a skip away?

Well, a hop, a skip, and about six years of careful planning away. Jobs were researched, houses were sold and bought, and in the summer of 1970, the Wrights unpacked their lives in Kinsale, just twenty minutes down the lane from the rest of the Kelly clan. Natalie had no trouble at all fitting in, quickly swapping ice hockey for its fielded equivalent, and doing everything in her power to coax her flat, North American accent into the beginnings of an Irish lilt. It helped that she had tons of experience imitating her Mum, but she didn’t dare mention that to any of the kids at her new school.

To say that Natalie’s excited to start at Hogwarts would be the understatement of the century. The only thing she’s looking forward to more is a whole entire summer of fun at Camp Loki. Oh, and buying her wand. And wearing robes for the first time. And riding on the Hogwarts Express. And getting sorted! And -


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request:
I’m very torn between Gryffindor and Slytherin for Nat. While a lot of her is stereotypically Gryffindor-ish, I do think she has the capacity to make for an interesting Slytherin. I’ll let the hat decide which of the two suits her best <3

Personality:
Does loud count as a personality trait? If so, it’d definitely be at the top of Natalie’s biography. Not one for falling by the wayside, Nat’ll do whatever it takes to grab the spotlight and keep it right where it belongs: on her and all of her assorted amazingness. Of which there is loads. If she has to scream her lungs out to make sure everyone’s watching while she does a back handspring or wins a spelling bee or helps some old lady cross the street, then grab your earplugs, folks, cause she’s gonna holler.

How does she manage that without annoying the stuffing out of everybody around her? Easy: charisma. Nat’s a total pro at making friends cause she has a way of making the people she likes feel like they’re just as special as she is, which is, like, super, super hard sometimes on account of her being the most special person alive. Some people (read: boring losers) would argue that she’s great at making enemies, too, because she’s stubborn, outspoken, and selfish. Technically they said ‘a raging egomaniac,’ but that was just them showing off their fancy vocabulary so it’s totally not worth mentioning.

Anyway, Natalie hates being bored most of all, whether that’s being surrounded by boring people or getting stuck doing the same dull things every single day. Looking for adventures is her number one priority, followed by finding ways to tell everyone about how fun said adventures were so that they’ll admire how brave and cool she was during them. There isn’t much that scares her except the thought of being forgotten after she gets super old and dies. That’ll never happen, though, cause she’s bound to do so many incredible things that there’ll be at least five statues put up in her honor. Maybe even six.


Appearance:
For the record, Nat’s red hair comes from her Canadian side, not her Irish one. It really bugs her when people are like ‘oh, you’re ginger, you must be Irish!’ when her Mum and, like, all of the other Kellys are blonde. The stuff about her personality coming from her hair color is even more annoying cause even if she was a mousy brunette, Natalie would still be her regular, awesome self. It is cool to have a way to stand out from the crowd without even having to open her mouth, though.   

The other stuff that goes along with being a ginger -tons of freckles, super pale skin that burns to a crisp at least once a summer -isn’t the most fun, but she did inherit her Mum’s blue eyes, so it evens out. She’s tall for her age and lanky, too, which is great for hockey and running. Gymnastics…not so much.


→ 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.

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Roleplay Response:
Most days, Natalie would argue that she had better things to do than lurk around in the dungeons. Like, had people not seen Hogwarts? It was a huge castle full of secret passages, talking portraits, and magical treasure. Probably. The jury was still out on that one.

Anyway, you’d have to have a real good reason to spend an hour crouching in a musty alcove with dungeon water dripping on your head. On this particular day, Natalie had an okay-ish one: two days ago, after Potions class, she could’ve sworn she’d seen a sickle roll in here. Well. Into an alcove. But she was pretty sure it’d been this one. And while she wasn’t desperate for pocket money or anything, a free sickle was a free sickle.

Natalie was busy running her finger along the gap where the wall met the floor when a voice squeaked through the otherwise silent corridor. Her first instinct was to yell ‘HUH!?’ like she always did when she didn’t quite hear something, but the potential awkwardness of getting caught looking for somebody else’s change made her bite her tongue.

For, like, five whole seconds.

“Who’s Emma Birch?” The alcove made Natalie’s voice come out all spooky and booming, which was kind of cool. “If she lost a sickle, then, tough, it’s mine now.” If she could ever, you know, find it.


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