Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Corrina Buzolic
Birthday: August 29th, 1939
Hometown: Wizarding London
Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination
Year (pick two): Third, please! (Or Fourth?)
Biography: The Buzolic’s were a standard Pureblood family. Valuing things like manners, etiquette and appearance, Corrina was placed in a variety of classes and lessons that were deemed suitable for little girls. Etiquette training, ballet lessons, riding lessons, flying lessons. And Corrie excelled at much of her training. But there was one thing that she wanted to do more than anything.
Fashion.
After her very first magical knitting and sewing class, Corrina fell in love. There was something about creating things to make other people feel beautiful that kept her on that path.
Her parents would often find her in her room late at night, tearing apart her clothing and creating brand new creations. It was strange, they couldn’t deny. But as long as she kept up with her studies, they allowed her to continue to pursue what she called ‘her greatest dream.’
While talented with her wand and able to put forth intense focus and concentration, she should have been a straight O student. As it stood, her focus was mainly filled up by her fashion goals and as a result she kept only average grades.
Not that things like grades mattered to her. Her dreams were outside of the castle walls. In the real world. Where she couldn’t wait to thrive.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Hufflepuff?
Personality:Tell us a bit about your character’s personality (likes, dislikes, fears, etc.) What are they like on a good day versus a bad one? Is your character particularly cheerful? Do they hate sunlight?Appearance:Briefly describe your character's appearance (hair color, build, stature, etc.) What effect does it have on their personality? For example, does the shy Ravenclaw girl secretly dye her hair black because she hates her natural blonde? Does the curly-haired Gryffindor use charms to hide his freckles?→ RETURNING STUDENTS.Note: This section is only for students who have been previously played at Hogwarts. Please see here for more information about Castle Dropouts levels/how many levels you are eligible to claim.Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application):Number of New Levels Requested:New Levels Request:How your character kept up with their studies: Whether your character was still at Hogwarts or left school entirely for a while, tell us how they were able to keep up with their studies and learn about magic, which would allow their levels to keep increasing.
→ 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.”
Corrie breezed into the Gardens with a smile on her face, a bag full of fabric swatches and a sketchbook tucked under her arm. She enjoyed the school’s garden not because it was peaceful and serene, though it certainly was, especially on a beautiful day like
this one. But no. She mostly liked it because of all of the vibrant color. And the flowers. They gave her such inspiration that she could hardly wait to find the perfect spot to get to work in.
Her very favorite spot, however, was occupied. It was fine, really. She could work just about anyway. And was pretty gifted in tuning distractions out.
This particular distraction, however, came in the form of a boy with a serious nasal issue. He was producing terrible noises that she just couldn’t tune out.
“Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.”“Ex
cuse me?” Corrina scoffed. What a rude one she’d stumbled onto. “You
wish I was staring at you. Only that shade of
gross doesn’t look good on anyone.”
For a moment she busied herself with the bag, finally producing a silk scarf square. “Here,” she held it out in his direction, pinching the fabric with her thumb and forefinger as if it had already been defiled, “Clean yourself up, will you?” The sketchbook in her arm as slid onto the garden wall. “Oh, and I definitely
won’t be needing that back.”
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