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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Hades Corvus Rose Birthday: August 23, 1959 Hometown: Wizarding London Bloodline: Halfblood Magical Strength (pick one): Divination Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning Year (pick two): First, Second Biography: Hades thinks he’s been doing a pretty good job at being a kid. At least, that's what people say about him. He tries to be good to his many siblings, listens to what his parents say, and participates in lessons at the daycare. When he does get into trouble, it often isn't on purpose. He spent most of his free time before Hogwarts doing activities like reading, drawing, and making other crafts. His favorite thing to do ever is dream. Hades can be found lying on the ground with his eyes closed but not sleeping, just thinking of what he'll be like when he's older. He wants to be a mortician like his dad and a physicist and an owl trainer and an astronomer and a marine biologist and a healer and a mathematician and an artist and an architect and a writer and an alchemist and a historian and — well, the list is long. Above all, he wants to be liked. He isn't quite sure what half of those jobs mean and has no idea how to make friends with other children. Maybe he'll find an answer somewhere in the pages of the books he loves to read. Probably not, considering his favorite stories are the scary ones that keep him up at night. → ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Surprise me! Personality:Hades is a creative, inquisitive boy who loves to create and solve questions. Few things disinterest him; the world is full of wonders and he would love to uncover them all. Hades is drawn to mysteries of all kinds, especially the gross and macabre. He is timid when given the time to think about it, but capable of being impulsive under pressure or when his curiosity gets the best of him. Around strangers, Hades is shy and very tight-lipped, but friends know he talks too much. Hades has a lot to say, an opinion or theory about everything that's ever happened. When he's comfortable, his words come right out of his mouth when he thinks them. You can hear his jumbled thinking process in action. He isn’t the best at talking, sometimes coming off as rude because he’s bad at making eye contact and other typical social conventions. Hades is terrible at mincing his words and is often too honest, mostly because he's a bad liar. He cannot mask any of his feelings. Occasionally, he tries because he knows it's the polite thing to do, but people see right through him. He may not always be sure what he is feeling, but his face always does. He can't hide his displeasure, his discomfort, his anger. Which is perhaps why he struggles to communicate with others so much. He almost always means what he says and his cards are always on the table, whether he likes it or not — why are others so complicated? He’s observant, but it doesn’t always help him when he can’t decode his observations. It's frustrating that he has difficulty understanding his peers, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like them. People are one of his favorite subjects. Though shy, he longs for companionship. The few friends he’s managed to make, he holds very close. Hades can make a caring, dependable friend if you're willing to try. Appearance:Hades's appearance is very similar to that of a baby deer. He is all big eyes and long limbs, ungainly and unsure. Bright blue eyes and pale skin are a stark contrast to his curtain of dark hair. It is usually the neatest part of him, only because he fears that if he doesn't brush it he will be forced to cut it more often, and he hates having scissors so close to his head. As for the rest of his appearance, Hades does not pay much attention to it. His clothing is as messy as his room. He complies with the dress code, but it's clear he gets ready in no more than five minutes and only takes a cursory glance at the mirror before leaving his dorm. → 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." Roleplay Response:Hades was just as likely to be up at the crack of dawn as he was to be still snoozing when breakfast was coming to an end, thanks to his poor sleeping schedule. He woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep, so he was one of the first to get his breakfast. He was in and out of the hall in a flash. He couldn't handle all the noise when he was so tired. On mornings like these, Hades liked to sit in the garden and admire the colors of the sky, scribbling down them in his notebook using colored pencils. His peace was interrupted by the sound of a boy yelling for a rat. He tensed, not appreciating the interruption. Instead of announcing his presence, Hades did what he did best: he sat and observed. Too intensely, it seemed, he was found out. "Sorry," Hades blurted out, flushing and hurriedly averting his gaze. "I just — there's no way you're gonna find him like that. The rat, I mean. You’re making way too much noise." He usually would've left it at the apology, but he thought it would be good of him to give the older boy some advice to make up for his social faux pas. However, it seemed as if he had stumbled into another one. He hadn't meant for it to sound like he was complaining about his noise level, and his face scrunched up at the realization. Talking to strangers was not his forte. "Sorry. I didn't mean to imply... well, you know. But you are loud. Really. No offense." → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Emilio Soares, Alba Foxe, Roman Hawthorne, Maeve Rafferty, and Adonis Moon How did you find us?: tumblr
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« Last post by Eira North on 09/12/2023 at 22:08 »
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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Eira North Birthday: December 12 1958 Hometown: Cardiff Bloodline: Unknown Magical Strength (pick one): Charms Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning Year (pick two): first or second Biography:Eira grew up in an orphanage in Cardiff. She never knew her parents or why she ended up there. The only thing the staff bothered to tell her, was that someone had dropped her off at the back door at the age of 24 months (that's what the doctors estimated anyway) and that she's been there ever since. She grew up surrounded by children with similar fates and hated every moment of it. The orphanage never provided any love or comfort in the nine years she's lived there. The staff didn't mistreat any of the children but they never exceeded their efforts either. Everything about Eira was uncertain. Her age, her name, her parentage, her birthday. The orphanage simply pronounced the day of her arrival, a snowy December morning, as the day she was supposed to celebrate herself year after year. Forever linking it to the date of ending up in this cold and lonely place. The name they gave her meaning 'snow' in Welsh. Ironic. Eira mostly kept to herself, not wanting anything to do with the other children who seemed so different from herself. Weird things kept happening around her, getting her into trouble more times that she would have liked. Of course the staff never believed her when she claimed she didn't know how things kept catching fire or how people got smacked in the head by a mysterious force when she walked past them. Little did she know all this was due to her magic showing itself. So when her letter finally arrived, turning her entire world around in a matter of minutes, she couldn't wait to leave this miserable place behind. → ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Slytherin Personality:Eira always felt different from the others, never fitting in, never able to form a connection. So eventually she stopped trying and kept to herself, managing on her own. Everything she's ever done, she's done alone. Because of that it's hard for her to except help from others, not being able to admit she can't do everything on her own. Having never known real love or friendship, trusting others and opening up to people doesn't come easy, if at all. Always saying what she thinks directly into peoples faces doesn't help the fact Eira sucks at making friends. But it does have her exceed at getting herself into trouble for not being able to shut her mouth. Interacting with others mostly happens to serve her own purpose, to better her position, to make it out one day. But maybe now that she finds herself among children that are like her, entering a new world, she might find that she needs others help to find her way. Reluctantly. Appearance:Eira has long blonde hair and very fair skin. She is rather small for her age. Her eyes are a mossy green. → 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.
Roleplay Response:She really had tried. Honestly. After all, she only arrived at Hogwarts a short while ago. She should at least attempt to not get in trouble. But, well. She just couldn't help it. It simply seemed to run in her blood. Curiosity had taken the better of her and next thing she knew she had found herself deep, deep in the dungeons. The walls were damp with moisture, the air chilly, the corridors murky. Eira liked it. It all seemed so mysterious and full of secrets waiting to be uncovered. A small and rare smile crept over her face. Not entirely sure what she was looking for, Eira mindlessly started wandering down corridor after corridor, trying door handles whenever she came across a door. Closed. All of them closed. She cursed under her breath. There had to be something here to discover! Checking her watch she cursed again. She's been here for almost an hour now and hadn't found anything to still her hunger for adventure. Her eyes landed on the door in front of her again. Should she? Biting her lip she took a look around her. No one to be seen. And who would come around here at this time anyway? Shrugging once she tried the handle again, a little harder this time. It just wouldn't budge. It seemed like this operation would require some more force. Taking a deep breath Eira took a step back, determination settling in her gaze, locked on the place where the lock of the door met the frame. With one more deep inhale, she put all the strength she could muster and slammed her shoulder into the firm wood in front of her. As much strength an eleven year old girl had to offer anyway. Nothing happend except for a dull pain appearing in her shoulder. But she wouldn't give up that easily. After a moment of collecting herself, she tried again. And again. Right when she was about to do it once more, a voice sounded from afar. Stilling in her motion Eira strained her ears, not daring to breathe. Had she been caught after all? "Hello! Is Emma Birch here?" Confusion crossed the first years face. Emma Birch? Never heard the name. Should she announce herself? The voice most definitely didn't sound like a teachers. More like someone her age. Gnawing her bottom lip Eira quietly swore again. There really wasn't any other choice. Whoever that voice belonged to would discover her anyway if she didn't take her legs and run. And she had never liked physical activity. So, trying to look as innocent as possible, now rubbing the ache in her shoulder, she called back: "I don't know about Emma Birch. But this is Eira. Who are you?" → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): None How did you find us?: Google search
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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter name: Beatrix Kelton Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Tigran Razi & co. Character age: 40 Character education: Hogwarts - Gryffindor - Graduated Class of 1947 Apprenticeship in Veterinary Medicine - Specializing in Non-Domesticated Magical Creatures - Finished 1951 Wizarding College - Specialization : Conjuring - Graduated Class of 1958 Strength and weaknesses (details please):Beatrix’s greatest strength is her creativity and her magical ability. The combination of those two things have helped her overcome many obstacles and given her a strong sense of self confidence. Beatrix's strongest area of magic is conjuring followed by charms. Oddly even though from a theoretical standpoint summoning is closely related to conjuring it is an area of magic she doesn't appear to be strong in - probably due to the fact she is very lackadaisical about remembering where things beyond her wand, wheelchair, and broom. She is very good at summoning those three things, and remembering where any broom cupboard she sees when going places is. Her greatest weakness is obvious, Beatrix Kelton can’t walk and without a wand, a wheelchair, or a broom she is mostly physically helpless. Though due to this Beatrix is extremely creative and quick thinking in maneuvering herself about and often has at least two wands on her person. Physical description:In most cases the first thing people notice is her awkwardly positioned legs, the wheelchair, or the fact that she is flying on a broom indoors. On a first glance, except on the quidditch pitch, Beatrix is always visually different from her surroundings. A difference she’s gotten so used to she doesn’t even react to peoples stares and almost challenges with her confident expression to say something. Once people look beyond that they will notice her strong arms and her always determined expression. Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):Beatrix is an extremely stubborn and determined individual who doesn’t give up on things until she gets bored of them. A stubbornness that often leads to the most curious of attempts to get around physical obstacles and an overconfidence in her own success. Where it would be logical for her to be scared of heights she has zero fear of them - as seeing as she is already in a wheelchair she figures that luck is now on her side. Beatrix also has an array of fun and odd life experiences that result in strange stories that no one is ever sure are true. For reference most the time they are true. Beatrix is also used to having people look at her and assume she can’t do things. Which means she naturally has tried to do a lot of things such as dueling and quidditch that one wouldn’t expect of someone in her situation. She is the type that if you tell her she can’t do something it will make her more determined to succeed at it. Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:Beatrix is always looking for the next adventure and opportunity. Her school days at Hogwarts were one of her greatest challenges in her life and part of her wants to prove that even Hogwarts can’t hold her back. So she decided to apply to teach at Hogwarts as she figures with all the magical accidents she’s seen children do and the challenges of the castle it would be fun to do. Her biggest hope and dream is to find a cure for her leg paralysis. Part of her hopes that she can find something useful in the Hogwarts library without the judgement that most librarians give her for looking. Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.): Beatrix parents are specialists in rescuing and caring for injured magical creatures. This made her early childhood mix of helping at the rescue, or being somehow strapped onto one of them as they went on a mission to rescue some creature or another. A constant adventure that ended at the age of five when she fell from a tree she was climbing, and ended up paralyzed from the waist down. Unlike everyone else, after her accident her parents had no issue adapting to their child being paralyzed from the waist down. When they were working at the rescue they made saddles for multiple different creatures to put her in. Then when she was old enough to fly her own broom they quickly transitioned from practice brooms to real quidditch brooms. For visiting stores and other wizarding locations they got her a wheelchair which if it got to tough to push in a wizarding area they’d just levitate about. Due, to her parents love of magical creatures and near constant uses of magic to accommodate her mobility they didn't frequent muggle areas. To Beatrix the limitations of her mobility were easy to deal with due to the accommodations and help from her parents. So her adventures continued with her parents until they deemed it necessary to send her to Hogwarts as a fifth year. Her time at Hogwarts was the first serious trial of her life. She no longer had her parents to help her and her own magical abilities were not on their level. She could make her wheelchair work on the main levels, but the doom of being sorted in Gryffindor in a tower was one of her first challenges. That challenge was also what drove her to become a highly skilled at the art of conjuring, and select charms capable of being used to enable her movement around the castle. As the last thing she wanted was to be helpless and require the help of strangers to do basic things. After Hogwarts she went to work with her parents at the magical creature rescue they had and apprenticing in veterinary medicine under one of the magical creature doctors that was a friend of the family. After a few years of that it became apparent, that unlike the rest of her family, animals were not her passion. Beatrix was simply not one to remain still and working in veterinary medicine became repetitive fast without the excitement of helping rescue the animals like she did as a child. The aspect of magic that had interested he most in her school days was conjuring. As her parents hadn’t had to spend much for her apprenticeship, they were able to send her to a wizarding college to study conjuring and more fundamental theories of magic. While attending college she remained working for her parents which slowed down her time to completion for her studies in conjuring. After finishing hers studies she went to take a job in the Ministry of Magic. During her time in the ministry she bounced around a few jobs before ending up working in the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad for the majority of her tenure. Working as a Magical Reversal Officer combined her love of adventure with puzzles for her to magically solve to help the victims of magical mishaps. It surprisingly also ended up using the knowledge she gained studying veterinary medicine as human medicine wasn’t as different from veterinary medicine as she thought. Though when speaking to the healers at St. Mungo’s she is sure to keep quiet about that and give their first aid courses credit for any injuries she takes care of before arrival. Like every other job she had eventually working as a Magical Reversal Officer got repetitive so she decided to look for the next adventure by applying to work at Hogwarts. SAMPLE ROLEPLAY(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.) It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses. In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness. A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely. Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression. She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late." Explain yourself was what her face said. Roleplay Response:She forgot how long it took to get anywhere in Hogwarts. Naturally she’d assumed now, she was a more experienced witch, compared to her school days it would be faster. Apparently not. Even if she did get a resounding chorus of complaints in her wake as she attempted to be on time. At least five portraits seemed to complain when she summoned a gust of wind to propel her wheelchair at high speeds through the hall. Then one house elf object to her use of Glisseo to make the staircases smooth ramps - to which she reversed her spell with a quickly pointed wand behind her. A ramp that when she noticed the bottom part of the staircase not going to meet her in time she conjured the stones of the staircase to go upward so she could jump over the last staircase and reach a hallway. With a smile she rolled her wheelchair into Professor Ivanova’s office as even if she didn’t get the job she had great fun riding the roller coaster that was Hogwarts castle. Responding too cheerfully for the situation she said “ I’m here now. “ The fact she was late couldn’t be changed so she decided not to apologize for it. Instead she said “ We can skip over the education parts of my qualifications they are more than satisfactory and admittedly boring to save time. “
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Dear Mr. McCormick ,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Term begins on 1 January. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.Yours sincerely,
Deputy Headmistress
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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter name: Marilyn-Rose Wilson Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: In order: Adelaide Parfait, Marilyn-Rose Wilson, Beatrice Caulfield, Zoey Jones (retired), Dorothy Wilson, Eleanor May, Erin Clarke (student). Character age: 28 (turning 29 in May of 1971) Character education: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Hufflepuff - Graduating Class of '59 Strength and weaknesses (details please):Whilst she has a few weaknesses, the biggest strength that Marilyn has is her compassion. She cares and does so deeply. It is difficult for the blonde to see others in pain or suffering, and she usually tries to cheer them up with cupcakes. Known as the 'strict' captain back in the day, she is able to balance authority with fun when making her team, and now, her class, do their work, and has been entirely inspired by the fun lessons that her own professors raised her on. Learning, for her, ought to be fun. Unfortunately, Marilyn has a wicked temper. Whilst she normally keeps it under control decently well (aside from one or two broken plates and plant pots), it has escaped her control once before, which resulted in the opposing party ending up with a broken nose. However, she has long since learned how to maintain it, and to 'whisk out' the anger instead. She can be flighty, but when she plants her roots, it is a dedication for life. Marilyn has lots of commitments: to her family, to her friends, and to her love of herbology, and she is hoping to add one more to this list: to her (potential) students. Physical description:Marilyn-Rose Wilson was raised on the ideas that looks were everything, with an ex-beauty queen mother whose future was halted by an early, unexpected pregnancy, she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. The middle child, Marilyn was considered to be less pretty than both her mother and older sister, but that didn't halt the pushing-- she was forced into modelling from her second year, a part-time job that continued alongside, and occasionally overtaking, her studies. Naturally, she was deemed attractive, something boosted by an extra gene that the Alder side seemed to carry. However, she doesn't model anymore. She quit that a long time ago, though it hasn't impaired her looks, the lack of focus on them allows her to be slightly more dishevelled. She still insists on wearing heels everywhere she goes, though this is no longer a flagrant breaking of dress code, but nowadays, the manicure seems to be ruined by dirt under her nails. Her smile, is still 1000 watts, and she is still known for it, but she doesn't pose so much for cameras. Instead, she lets her hair get messy, still frizzing up in the humidity of her greenhouse, and be tied up loosely as she works, and her fashionable outfits-- usually transfigured to look half as nice as they are-- typically are either covered by her lab coat, or, when this vital tool is forgotten, end up covered in mud or her homemade compost. Age has been kind to Marilyn, yes, but she herself has been kinder. Perfection is no longer necessary when the cameras are focused on those younger than herself. Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):Forced to grow up far earlier than she should, the weight of responsibility has always rested on her shoulders-- modelling to earn money that she sent right back home, and never saw, and constantly working to please a mother living vicariously through her daughter's youth. Marilyn practically raised her younger sister, and now she spends her time healing others and growing her plants. Social and mostly happy, the blonde has a wicked streak-- enjoying pranks and mayhem under the pseudonym of 'heels'-- and a wicked temper, something which seems to be mostly genetic. She is entirely able to take on a 'motherly' or 'older sister' role, and that is the part she has been playing her entire life. Whilst typically seen as a Hufflepuff through and through, she does have a more manipulative side-- once bribing her Professors with baked goods as a child. Mostly, though, she enjoys bringing baked goods to see the smiles on their faces, mostly. She tries to constantly see the good in others, which often leads her to bad decisions (typically in love) and Marilyn, despite her heritage, is undeniably human. Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: There were two professors, during her time at Hogwarts, who had doted on her. They encouraged her to look beyond beauty and into her brains, and Marilyn had, at the time, rebuffed them. She was just a dumb blonde, according to the world, and yet, they still insisted on it. Those two Professors redefined her as a person, encouraged her to follow and investigate the subjects she loved: Herbology and Conjuring/Summoning. Whilst her fish, fluffy, may be long dead thanks to Dorothy feeding it, her Bubotuber is still surviving and a constant reminder of her potential, the one that they saw in her, and that she wants to live up to. After the chaos of her time in school, Marilyn wants to help encourage others in the way that she was as a child, and to help people discover that they are smarter than they might assume. Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):Head Girl, Quidditch Captain, D-Squad member. Marilyn had it all in Hogwarts, and she had the pleasure of only having been poisoned once (a pretty impressive feat considering she was roommates with the poisoner). Almost all. Her personal life was, for a lack of a better word, messy, and her grades had matched that. Those final few years had been tragedy after tragedy: werewolf attack, public humiliation, poisoner, getting dumped, death of a student when she was Head Girl, and supposed to protect everyone. She had run as far away as she could. Hiding away in the US, only reachable through the covers of magazines was where she had been safe. There was nobody who had known her, her littlest sister would visit semi-regularly, and it had made her mum so happy-- the proudest that Carlotta Wilson had ever been in Marilyn. Of course, she had managed to screw it up, in the way that she had screwed up Hogwarts, and her grades, and her life. Tale tucked between her legs, Marilyn had been forced to return to London and beg an old friend for a job. Thus had began her time in the Pit, which, after a humiliating experience (because, after all, what was new), had shifted to a time in St Mungos as a Welcome Witch. Greeting people with a smile had been fine, but not the most intellectually challenging thing she had ever done. Still, the money was finally going into her pocket, and more importantly, towards the growing collection of plants that had long since turned her flat into a jungle. She had become a godmother to the single cutest baby that she had ever encountered, had moved into a flat with an old friend who loved plants almost as much as herself, and finally, finally, things were going right. But, still something was missing. Maybe, it was the lack of challenge in her day-to-day life, the constant repetition of filing paperwork and greeting angry, stressed, or sobbing people at her desk. Paperwork was not helping anyone, and she couldn't help but feel completely powerless. So, it was time for a change. Now, a Pharmacy Healer-in-training, Marilyn is finally making the change she wants to see in the world. However, it's still not quite the right fit, and, whilst she doesn't want to run away from yet another job, shifting herself into part-time studies seems ideal. At Hogwarts, she took her two favourite classes all the way through, undeterred, and had thrived. They were her two O's at both OWL and NEWT level, and she had never once failed either. Herbology was something she was still pursuing, through her home, and her greenhouse, and her side-project, but CS had been completely neglected. It was time, it seemed, for her to pick up the mantle of where her favourite teacher had left off. This was not, in any way, a method of 'reliving her glory days,' as, for the blonde, most of her time in the school had been hellish and chaotic, with a few fun moment dropped in, but rather, at least to her, consciously, a way to help others, to encourage any student who had been insecure in the same way she had; they were good enough, smart enough, brilliant enough, to do anything they put their mind to. They just have to, much like herself, give it a go. SAMPLE ROLEPLAY(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.) Maybe it was the decade since she had walked through these hallowed halls, maybe it was the misdirection from the portraits, maybe it was the fact that she had lost that second earring which made her look oh so professional, it didn't especially matter, because from her brief time watching the stony Headmistress, yearly, at the feast-- saying her name over and over, in those final few years-- Marilyn knew that excuses wouldn't help her, nor would they make her look anymore professional. In fact, she was fairly certain that no god from any pantheon would help her with the presumably icy gaze of the headmistress, who had lorded over Hogwarts for so long. It meant that she was running; heels hitting the ground with enough weight to break them but enough skill to evade such a tragedy. Left, then right, then back, then forwards. The school, to someone so out of practice, had become a labyrinth, and Marilyn felt like that little first year hugging her platypus teddy in awe at the grandeur of it all once again. Stress repressed the waves of nostalgia threatening to seep over her, as some level of instinct kicked in when it came to avoiding the cracks in-between the stones. Finally, Marilyn found herself facing the door of the Headmistress-- an office that, fortunately, she had never had to enter before. Well there was a first time for everything. She took a moment, a long slow breath to try and force her body to relax, at least slightly, before she had to face the interview. Fingers quickly raked through her hair in an attempt to regain some of the composure lost by her unexpected workout, before she finally opened the door. She had expected an icy glare, but Marilyn certainly hadn't expected the frost that seemed to accompany it. The room imposed itself onto her, and the blonde couldn't help but feel oh-so small in relation to the whole space; time honoured artefacts took up space that she definitely did not belong in, and there was Headmistress Ivanova, ruler of all. The portraits were judging her, but that was nothing new to the blonde-- raised under the watchful (and gossipy) eyes of portraits-- what was more worrying, were the words that slipped through her Headmistress's lips. They hung, tense, in the air for a moment, as Marilyn lost her tongue under the gaze. "Yes." She replied, eventually, certainly. It took another breath before she realised that the statement was probably a request for explanation, "Well, so, basically, I didn't realise that the fourth floor stairs took you to the left wing of the castle, and it meant I had to do a full lap to get here," and the earring, and portraits hadn't helped either. She had intended to arrive early, but that hadn't worked out, evidently. Taking a moment to breathe, the blonde looked up. "Sorry, I'm slightly out of breath," whether it was from the intensity of the situation, or from the running, she wasn't quite sure.
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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Wyatt Alan McCormick Birthday: 30 November Hometown: McCormick Croft, just outside of Godric's Hollow Bloodline: Halfblood Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning Magical Weakness (pick one): Charms Year (pick two): First or Second! Biography:You know his family. You know the love they share amongst eachother. You know the moments they've laughed together, the moments they've cried, when they've argued, when they've joined hands and committed to being strong together. And you know Wyatt, truly. Wyatt Alan McCormick. It's never been a mystery. How could Wyatt have been a mystery, when he's squeezed tightly to his mum's hand for as long as he can remember, clung to the legs of his brothers, been cared for by Lily and teased by Cherry? When he's been swung around and around their home, letting out peals of laughter to make the smiles of his family and friends that much bigger? When his imagination has made him jump through whole worlds and brought him across dimensions on adventures dangerous and thrilling, and when he's wanted to share those worlds with all the people he loves? Wyatt has always been a sweet, clingy, playful child. Shy at first to strangers, Wyatt warms up quickly, always willing to be pulled into a game or an adventure. While his siblings have one after another gone off to school, Wyatt has made a great game of keeping himself entertained at home to make sure he wouldn't bother his mum. He's sought out conquering dragons in the treehouse, watched armies march in the raindrops on windows, and solved heinous crimes with his stuffed animals. The picture in Wyatt's world is constantly bright: full of whales flying in the sky, golden clouds, mirrored horizons on water. He collects information from the stories everyone around him tells, from books, from experiencing the world at large. That collection thrills Wyatt every day, building up a sweet child who views the world in a positive lens, hopeful for how much change and knowledge could be right outside the door, just waiting for him to take the leap. → ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Ravenclaw Personality:Wyatt is a sweet, good natured child. He rarely shows signs of temper, having instead chosen to be passive behind the passionate emotion of his siblings. He doesn't mean to seek trouble, always wants to behave, but it's hard not to get caught in trouble when his curiosity makes him veer off into the unknown all the time. Wyatt is imaginative, creative, enthusiastic, and kind. He's not afraid of much and follows in the footsteps of his siblings by being the first to leap into an activity. On bad days, Wyatt is more quiet and introspective, prone to feeling sad over feeling angry. But a quiet Wyatt isn't necessarily a bad thing. Most days he's quietly intense with his daydreaming and writing. Appearance:Wyatt is average height, average build, with light brown hair that has a slight wave to it, and more brown than green hazel eyes, with the green showing in vivid sunlight. → 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." Roleplay Response:The dragonette was in for it now. And by in for it, not only did Wyatt mean dragon hunting and a dangerous quest to vanquish the terrible beast that guarded its carpeted tower jealously, but also to bombard the dragonette with vicious torture in the form of endless petting and scrutiny. The dragonette was his golden orange and red kitten perched atop a garden bench, grooming herself like a queen. "And there she sits, glorious in her radiance, the maiden crowned in gold, Galadriel." Wyatt McCormick laid on his stomach inside one of the flower beds, trying his best not to crush the hydrangeas. (Unfortunately, a few needed to be sacrificed for the greater good.) Light brown hair shook free from green-brown eyes that gazed up adoringly at his elegant pet. He still couldn't believe he had found such a beautiful familiar--or vicious beast to conduct battle with, depending on the stories he was inventing that day--just that past summer. She was still tiny and petite no matter how much time passed too. Just like the immortal elf that was her namesake, from a Muggle book series he'd become obsessed with. Wyatt kept his chin propped in his palms and kicked his feet absently. (Whoops, there go the dahlia flowers.) There was a lot to think about these days. What classes he was taking. His latest assignments. More importantly, what nooks and crannies there were to discover in the school. He'd stubbornly plugged his ears against any tips, tricks, and strategies from his siblings. No, no, no, Wyatt Alan McCormick wanted to discover Hogwarts' secrets for himself! (Though, perhaps, should his royal council a.k.a. his family wish to offer sagely wisdom to give him a speed advantage above his peers, then he might acquiesce.) But that still meant organizing his time so he could still luxuriate in beaming praise for a job well done in his classes, while conducting the next exploration for his proposed storyworld. A squint around the gardens made his mind consider mazes that grew thirty feet over a person's head, or flowers that ate people, or roots and vines that dragged its victims below their fertilized depths... A massive sneeze broke his thoughts. Wyatt jerked. The sneeze made Galadriel startle as well. The tiny bit of fur stood up as tall as she could (all of six inches, to be told), tail puffing out like a cotton ball, and let out a yowl. "Galadriel!" Wyatt whispered, and beckoned his dragonette towards him protectively. Movement caught Wyatt's attention. A boy was wiping his nose. Was that a dirt cloud around him too? Wyatt just managed to scoot the crawling Galadriel into the crook of his arm--to which she meowed a protest to the dirt and mulch he'd just scooped around them--when the boy spoke to him. "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."Wyatt jerked again. Dimly, he realized he was staring, like a deer or more accurately a silly looking owl with a kitten wrapped in its wings. Wyatt raised onto his knees, holding his cat and bits of falling dirt, making himself known above his own flower bed. "Umm! I, uhh, well--" He floundered for a second, pulled out of his daydream into reality when faced with a haughty, somewhat thick, voice. "No! I mean, yes, err--umm! Bless you, I mean!" (Manners first, after all.) Wyatt scrambled to rearrange Galadriel in his arms as he threw a sheepish smile at the boy. "Are you alright?" he asked. "It sounded like you might have sneezed out an organ!" (And imaginative exaggerations second.) → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Dienne, Benji, Ben Sr. Orellanas, Sierra Jalson, Hollis Thornton, Florence Olivewood How did you find us?: Google!
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Dear Miss Reed ,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Term begins on 1 January. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.Yours sincerely,
Deputy Headmistress
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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Bryony Winter Reed Birthday: January 1, 1959 Hometown: Hogsmeade, UK Bloodline: Halfblood Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination Year (pick two): 1st (or 2nd) Biography:Dear Headmistress,
My name is Bryony Reed. I am 11½ years old, I speak two languages and I’m learning more, I like books, plants, and music, and I live really close, just over in Hogsmeade.
My sister and I are coming to Hogwarts this year. I’m sorry to bother you over the summer, but I have something really, really, really important that I need to talk to you about and it has to be a secret because I think my mum and dad wouldn’t want me writing to you and bothering you like this.
My mum’s name is Lia Ayres. I know you remember her because you kicked her out. I know why too and mum says I can’t be mad at you for doing that because you were doing her job. And I’m not mad. But I need you to be not mad at us for what she did. Especially not mad at Erys. If you have to be mad at someone, please be mad at me. Erys doesn’t deserve it.
My dad, Henry Reed, went to Hogwarts too. I don’t know what you think of him because he never said. Maybe you can think of him and since we have the same last name, you can pretend you don’t remember our mum.
I need you to not be mad at Erys because she’s the best person I know and it’s my job to protect her. People told me it’s not, because she’s bigger (only by minutes though!) and because she can take care of herself. But sisters take care of each other, that’s what my aunt always says. Well, she says family whether they’re related or not, but you know what I mean. I need to take care of Erys.
Sometimes when mum and dad think we’re asleep, I hear them talking about how Hogwarts isn’t really safe and they don’t protect students. Mum talked a couple of times about sending us somewhere else, but Hogwarts was so close that it made sense. It’s okay if you don’t. But you need to protect Erys. She needs to be your exception.
Erys and I promise that we’re not going to do anything like our mum did. But if you let Erys get hurt, I might have to break my promise.
Sincerely,
Bryony Reed → ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Do your worst. Personality:Bryony can be, well, a lot. Full of ideas, too stubborn for her own good, and sometimes frustratingly impulsive, she tends to dive headfirst into her latest idea without too much thought of consequences or impacts. At least, not until later. But that’s hyperfixation for you, not that the term is common in 1970.
Bryony has a huge heart, but she might seem very selective of who she allows into it. It’s not that she doesn’t want to love people and have them love her back. Her feelings just tend to be huge, too, and she doesn’t want people to hurt them. Give her a chance, though, and she’ll eventually let you in. Maybe.
She can’t wait to get to Hogwarts. She’s even excited for homework because there are so many things in the world to learn and she wants to know all of it. But when she’s not diving head first into her education, she can usually be found running experiments of her own, curling up by the fire with some non-fiction book or other (history is her favourite at the moment, but it might change tomorrow), writing her family, spending time with her sister, or poking around in the gardens. Appearance:At 11½, Bryony stands shorter than average for her age. She’s always clean, but often just a little bit dishevelled from whatever she’s been digging into recently. She can look nice when she tries through, and generally, she does enjoy looking nice. She prefers pants to skirts whenever possible, her hair worn down and long, and she carries a book as a near-constant accessory. → 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 grey 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:Bryony flipped through the pages of her book, trying not to get dirt on it. It was a tricky thing to do when your fingers were also quite dirty though. She should have brought gloves, but she hadn’t been thinking at the time. She had just seen the picture of the blue poppies in the book while flipping through in the library and she needed to know if Hogwarts had any in their gardens. There hadn’t been time for thinking about gloves.
Except someone was sneezing and disrupting her. Had they even covered their mouth? Bryony glared. Didn’t they know that when you sneezed, snot shot out of your nose at nearly 100 miles per hour? She was definitely not that far away, either. Gross, he also wiped his nose on his sleeve!
The boy turned to her then, rude comments flying nearly as fast from his mouth as his sneeze had.
“Well, it’s not polite to not cover your mouth when you sneeze, but you did that anyway,” she retorted, eyes narrowing. She hadn't seen that, actually, but it was probably true. “And it’s rude to interrupt someone's learning, which you also did. And you also wiped your nose in your clothes, which is a really good way to give someone the flu. Or dragon pox. Or probably the plague, not to mention just disgusting. So, really, who’s the rude one here?”
She stood, crossing her arms as she waited for his reply. → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Lia Ayres et al. How did you find us?: TopRPSites back in the day
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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter name: Damon Drake Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Asher Cole, Cordelia Von Stein, Percival Harman Character age: 50 Character education: Hogwarts (Hufflepuff) Strength and weaknesses (details please): Damon is strong in his opinions but is not one to stand against authority. He likes order but also is tempted by chaos. It is a careful balance for him. Physical description: Damon is a portly fellow usually known for wearing his bowtie, vest, and safari hat everywhere. He is a bit scruffy, but also very jovial. Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Damon is jovial and kind, but also very eccentric and needs certain things to go right. Still, even when things don't go the way he likes, he tries his best to stay kind and jovial. Damon rarely looses his temper, but it does happen and when it does there is usually a bit of a scene as he has a penchant for the dramatic. Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Damon hopes to spark the same love and respect for magical creatures he has in his students. He also hopes to discover a new magical creature someday and as a result spends his downtime often on safari in random places where rumors of unknown creatures abound. Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.): Damon was always a quirky child and that quirkiness came to its fullness for his muggle parents when he received his letter from Hogwarts. It appears his mother had wizarding blood somewhere in her past and it had come to fruition in young Damon. The young boy was often found conversing with animals in the woods near his family home. The odd thing was it seemed the animals were listening to him, but his parents had chalked it up to the imagination of a young boy. He also seemed to have an odd sense of style always insisting on wearing his father’s safari helmet and bowties everywhere he went. Damon had many other odd mannerisms that caused him to sometimes quickly lose his temper, but his understanding mother taught him several ways to remedy the outburst. Damon's father was a zookeeper, and his mother was a schoolteacher and up until Damon received his letter they were sure they knew all there was of the world. Once Damon reached the castle the gregarious young boy was easily sorted into the Hufflepuff house. Damon had always been fascinated by the animals at his father's zoo so it was natural that when he got to Hogwarts he took a strong interest in the Care of Magical Creatures class. Damon poured over the information of the new creatures of the world now open to him. One line from the textbooks had always interested him they had stated that no one knew for certain if they had found all creatures. Damon decided to make it his mission to try and discover a new magical creature and get his name in one of these books. The young boy studied hard and made his way through Hogwarts before he finally graduated. He soon found a job with The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures as a Junior Researcher in the Beast Division. Damon worked hard, but unfortunately, his mother succumbed to cancer before she could see him succeed. Damon’s father pulled away from him feeling lost himself without his wife. Then feeling he was on his own many of his old mannerisms returned causing issues with colleagues and Damon found his road a difficult one. Eventually, he overcame those tools his mother had given him before her death. By doing so he rose to the rank of leading a research team. He reconciled with his father soon after a new confidence in himself found Damon had decided to face life with a smile as his mother had. As he aged eventually he saw his father depart the world as well, but Damon felt much more equipped and ready for the loss of his father. While he has led a happy life, sadly Damon has yet to realize his dream of discovering a new magical creature. Coming to grips with his age and with his body getting older and not being quite able to do as much as he used to Damon decided to turn to teaching and hopefully inspire the future generation the way he once was. SAMPLE ROLEPLAY(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.) It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses. In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness. A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely. Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression. She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late." Explain yourself was what her face said. Roleplay Response:He was going to be late.. that much was certain and Damon cursed under his breath. Why did he always have the most rotten luck when it came to being on time? He could place things out in order the night before but somehow something would not be in the right place, and then would come the panic attack... What was a panic attack good for besides waisting time which caused even more of a panic attack!! His Safari hat... where could it be? He had worn it yesterday of course as he always wore it. It had to be on the nightstand, but no it was not. He had searched the closets, all three of them. Then finally he had found it under the bed. Of course how stupid it had fallen in the night. Why he hadn't thought of that first? Of course the bloody panic attack.... As a result, he had gotten to the station and had to take the following train. He was going to be late, at least five minutes. What a terrible impression. He was sure he had blown it. Damon had been honored to even get the interview and now he had done something so, so,..... "breathe..." he said to himself under his breath on the train trying to remember the calming exercises. Now was not a time to lose control. There was nothing to be done about it and when he arrived his best bet was to be honest. 'Honesty was the best policy..." Wasn't that what they always said? Damon stepped off the train and made his way up to the Castle. It was like stepping back to his school days, nothing had changed. He made his way to the Headmaster's office and as he had predicted he was five minutes late, and as he had expected it was noticed. Damon took his Safari hat off and turned it round in his hand as he gave a smile to the woman accross from him that he hoped to work for. A woman that was reminding him so much of his mother when she gave him a a look telling him to explain himself. "I do so apologize, Headmaster. I misplaced my hat and unfortunately missed the correct train. I do hope you still have time for me." he swallowed hard, "Well we can agree I can not teach the students anything about punctuality, but oh about magical creatures. That I know!" he said smiling as he awaited to be told to sit down to start the interview, but fully aware he may just be told to leave. Lessons to come ASAP
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