Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Juliet Hazel Wolffe

Birthday: 8 January, 1956

Hometown: Llanwellyn, Gwynnedshire, Wales

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring/Summoning

Year (pick two): First, Second

Biography:
Juliet Hazel Wolffe is the fourth-born daughter of Edmund and Irma Wolffe (née Scrivner).

Though only nine months older than her twin brothers, Connor and Colin, she has decidedly claimed the place as the true middle child of the family--often lost in the shuffle between the three eldest and three youngest siblings on either side of her.

Life on the sprawling, wooded estate, was the definition of controlled chaos: their crumbling manor house was (and is) in a constant state of renovation; an endless stream of noise and scent and color (and sometimes explosions) issue from Irma's office-turned-laboratory as she makes and tests new products for her WandS cosmetics line; the floo is a steady stream of sparkling green flame as friends and family come and go, and true silence only falls in the middle of the night, shortly to be interrupted by the tapping of toes as one sibling or another ventures out in search of a cuddle or a snack or a lost stuffie or just a moment to themselves.

It was in this environment that Juliet Hazel learn, grew, survived, thrived. It was where she felt the certainty of her parents' love and questioned it, too, whenever she felt those petty grievances and jealousies familiar to any child, especially those with seven siblings to contend with. It was where she learned to keep secrets--for her sister, mostly, but also for herself, because she wanted some too, if Bonnie got to have them. It was where she came into herself, so much as any eleven-year-old can, where she dreamed of running away from in childish flights of fancy and knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that it was where she could and would always return.

Home meant family, siblings crowded tight, elbows in her side, her mother's too-loud laugh and the low rumble of her father's voice and one of her brothers pulling her hair and one of her sisters dipping a finger into her cake, where eleven candles burned brightly on the eighth of January.

One more thing, Dad said before she closed her eyes and made her wish.

Juliet watched, filled with anxious anticipation, as he set down a thick envelope addressed to her in rick dark ink on top of her pile of gifts.

Home would soon take on a new meaning.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: Leaving it up to the hat c:

Personality: Persistent, practical (in her mind at least), sensitive.

Appearance: Brown hair cut above the shoulder, blue eyes, a smattering of freckles across her nose in the summer months, nails bit short.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
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:

Thump thump thump went her textbook.

Well, not her textbook but Moira's first and then Rosie's and of course Bonnie had used it a bit over summer breaks, too. It was hers for now, though. Until Connor and/or Colin got it next.

"Why."

Thump.

"Won't."

Thump.

"You just--"

Thump. Thump.

"Fit?!"

Juliet gave up with a defeated sigh, though not without giving her overstuffed bag one more good thump (this time with her foot) for good measure. She was relieved that she'd chosen to wave on her classmates when her bag had spilled as they left Potions. The indignity of her books flying every which way had been enough. Having an audience as she puzzled them all back together would have only added insult to injury.

Never mind the inevitable question of why she had to carry every book for every subject around at once.

(It was too far to walk back to her dorm all the time, really, and she just didn't feel like explaining it. Again.)

And so her stubbornness found her quite alone with too many books and too few bags or arms to carry them.

"Hello!" Juliet startled so badly she dropped the offending book, her gasp lost in the question that followed:

"Is Emma Birch here?"

"No," Juliet answered, peering into the gloom, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up and her heart still pounding hard. The question ran through her head: what would Mum-Dad-Moira-Bonnie-Rosie do? The names flipped like so many cards, stuttered and stopped. Moira. She'd be loud. And brave.

Juliet squared her shoulders, clutching her book to her chest.

"But Juliet Wolffe is."

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