Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Willa Truman
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Blood Status: Muggleborn

Education: 
Hogwarts, Gryffindor

Residence:
London, England

Occupation:
Junior Healer

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?
St. Mungo’s

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 10
• Divination: 5
• Transfiguration: 9
• Summoning: 8

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No, thank you.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Zelda Fox

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

There’s an unusual rule in the small, seaside town of Brixham: never ask Ruth and Thomas Truman about their daughter. Or, at least, don’t bother asking them unless you’re prepared to sit through a three-hour-long lovefest featuring two slideshows, six scrapbooks, and an entire closet full of trophies. They’d always wanted children, you see, but it had taken close to fifteen years for their one and only to come along. So far as the Trumans were concerned, no other child could live up to the baby girl who had come screaming into the world on a bright, snowy morning in early December. Willa Truman was perfect from her fuzzy head right down to her ten tiny toes. And everyone in Brixham just had to hear it.

It was no surprise that Willa had an amazing childhood. Her parents could be overprotective, yes, and a touch embarrassing with their tendency to show up at every school event no matter how small, but they never cared if she tore her clothes climbing trees or came back soaked from poking around tide pools down at the beach. Even her Hogwarts letter didn’t phase them; if anything, it was just more proof that their daughter was every bit as special as they’d said. Since they couldn’t boast about her magic, they bragged about her ‘special scholarship’ instead, telling everyone who would listen that their daughter had won a place at an exclusive school off in Scotland.

See, Willa had always wanted to be a doctor. A surgeon, really, but people got strange when she said that, asking if she was sure she could handle the blood and all the sad stuff that came along with it. A special place at a renowned school felt like the first step in that journey, so she grabbed at the opportunity with both hands. The fact that it came along with magic and spells and broomsticks was nice, don’t get her wrong, but most days it felt like more of a sidenote than anything else. She was at Hogwarts to become a doctor -uh, Healer -and as much as she loved a good common room party, Willa refused to let anything get between her and a coveted post at St. Mungo’s.

It’s been three years since Willa clawed her way into the Junior Healer program, and about ten since she’s felt as though she’s had a moment to breathe. With her magical education finally reaching its end, Willa’s found herself at something of a crossroads. From choosing specialty to finding a new flat, her life has never felt more full of possibilities. Willa does know one thing, though; no matter what comes next, it’s bound to make an amazing scrapbook.


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:

Willa loved everything about the snow. Blame it on being a December baby -or, maybe more accurately, a December baby whose parents spent years insisting that all of the decorations and lights were for her birthday, not some silly little holiday -but she just could never get enough of the stuff. It made the whole world feel fresh, clean, and downright magical.

Of course, the fact that she was cutting through Diagon Alley on her way to work at London’s premier Wizarding Hospital might’ve had something to do with that feeling, too. Willa wove her way between streams of shoppers, glancing into shop windows here and there as advertisements for cauldron sales and two-for-one textbooks happened to catch her eye. She was about half a second away from ducking into the apothecary when a shout and a thud sent her Junior Healer reflexes into overdrive.

Willa spun on the spot just in time to see an older gentleman struggling back onto his feet amidst a cloud of red and gold tinsel. That was a good sign; no loss of consciousness or broken lower limbs. Not an emergency, then. Still, her Junior Healer training couldn’t stop her from asking “Are you all right, sir?” as she scanned him for any sign of external injury. “I’m a Healer,” she explained, “Over at St. Mungo’s?” Willa winced, hating how the last part still came out sounding like a question no matter how many times she practiced saying it.

“That sounded like a nasty spill.” Willa said, “I could give you a quick checkup, if you like. Or help with your, uh-” cue a vague, helpless gesture to the heaps of tinsel scattered atop the cobblestones, “-parcel. It’d be a shame for such wonderful decorations to go to waste. Are they meant for a Gryffindor reunion?” Willa hadn’t heard of one, but there were three unopened letters from the Hogwarts Alumni Association gathering dust on her kitchen counter, so for all she knew, one might be right around the corner. It’d be weird to ask this man about an invite, wouldn’t it? Rats.

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