Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Lottie Eden-Bexley

Birthday: 13, August 1958.

Hometown: New York, NY

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Charms

Year (pick two):
Fifth (Fourth)

Biography:
“Your honor.

I never asked to be here. But, you know, one thing leads to another and here we are. Here I am. Oh, and I don’t mean here. In this dusty crusty - er- perfectly lovely courtroom, but here in the greater sense, you know here in the world or–

I guess I ought to start from the beginning because Mr. Stiffsuit said it’ll help.

I was born, but never wanted. Here but never quite belonging. I’m sure you hear it all the time, and I’m not saying it because I want pity or anything I just thought I’d start from the beginning.

My mother was born here in New York. She wasn’t wanted either. Or maybe she was and her parents –my grandparents– just died and there was no one to take over. I don’t know, we don’t talk much. But the point is, my mom grew up roaming and then she moved to London and she never stopped roaming and then she came back here and kept roaming –I think that’s the only thing she ever passed down to me, that restless wanderlust– and I’m not saying she’s a bad person but she never wanted me, not really, not even for a second.

Sorry, I just need a drink, thank you.

But as indifferent as she was to me, she hated my dad. He was –is– powerful, ruthless. He was as much of a mistake as I was, which is why she came back to New York when I was just a baby, to get away from him.

I know that now, with my mom locked up, that you have to decide what’s best for my wellbeing.

And I guess that’s where I’m here to tell you. I’ve taken care of myself for a long long time. I can get on just fine. I have friends here. Teachers. Resources, and I am resourceful. Taking me away from the only home I’ve known would be the worst decision.

Because even if I was never meant to be here, this is my home.”


After a brief break, the judge returned. He nudged his briefcase deeper beside his desk and cleared his throat.

“The court has determined that it is in the best interest of the child, Lottie Eden, for custody to be awarded to her father, Sebastian Bexley in London, England.”

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

House Request: Surprise me

→ 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.

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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:
Lottie sat in the sun, half concealed by some shrubby greenery. One foot was tucked beneath the other leg and a notebook was balanced on the triangle her knee made. She looked the part of a studious girl in the garden. Really though she was just brewing, chewing on the end of the pencap while she tried to find a new angle for the story she was working on.

It was almost too quiet? Which didn’t make sense, but she thrived in chaos. Maybe the garden was the wrong place to be.

And then came along a sniveling shouting whining mess of a boy. He was either missing a pet rat or some ratty student. She didn’t know his name, nor care to figure it out. But he was a welcome exchange for the incessant bird calls. He could stay.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

The tiniest scowl was quickly wiped away. Best not to engage too much. “By all means, continue with your lumbering about,” Lottie said with a little wave of her hand. “I’m sure it’s not throwing that rat or whatever deeper into hiding.”


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