Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Giselle de La Fontaine
Gender: Female
Age: 20 (24 December 1944)
Blood Status: Pure

Education: 
Beauxbatons Academy of Magic (1955-1962)
Fontaine Summer Dance Conservatory (1952-1963)

Residence: Kensington, London, UK

Occupation: Trainee Social Worker for the Multicultural Opportunities Office

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? Yes, the Ministry of Magic

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 10
• Divination: 5
• Transfiguration: 10
• Summoning: 7

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site: Timothy Winchester and co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
The De la Fontaine family is one of the most well known French pureblood dynasties, dating back for generations. The family has managed to cast a wide sphere of influence over the years as their profile as benefactors of the arts continued to grow, gaining the family both noterarity and friends in very high places. By the late 1800s, the family was responsible for over a dozen theaters, art galleries, music conservatoires, and dance academies throughout the southeast of France.

This of course reflected well not only on the family’s public reception, but on their bank accounts as well. The success of their institutions and the relationships they gained with other prominent names in the arts sphere allowed the De la Fontaines to amass substantial wealth, growing to become one of the wealthiest French pureblood leniages still going strong today.

The current head of the family is Landry De la Fontaine, just entering into his seventies but still as lively and spry as he was as a young man. He is the proud father of two sons, Damond and Noel. Damond is a celebrated stage actor, commonly found in musicals filling out the lower bass section of any tune. Damond is an eligible bachelor, not quite ready to be pinned down to anything long lasting. Noel is the polar opposite of his older brother. He is far more quiet and reserved in every measure and has found far more love in writing than he has performing. Noel married the love of his life, Eloise, and has continued to sustain a successful writing career.

Noel and Eloise tried very early on to have a child and were three times unsuccessful. Doctors informed Eloise that through no fault of her own, pregnancies would be both difficult for her and dangerous. Noel and Eloise debated back and forth for quite some time about whether or not they would adopt, and they decided that they were going to try and have a child one more time before turning to adoption.

This time, they were successful.

The pregnancy was difficult and quite touch and go for a time, but on Christmas Eve 1944, their beautiful daughter Giselle De la Fontaine was born happy and healthy. Her parents, elated and thankful for their miracle baby, doted on their daughter from the moment she was resting in their arms. Her childhood was populated by creation and art. She spent a great deal of time at the theater, watching her uncle and other actors bring magical stories to live. She spent a great deal of time playing in the halls of the art schools as the pupils painted the happy girl as she chased after toys in the studios. She spent most of her time, though, observing the ballerinas in the dance studio as they trained to be the best in their field.

When she was old enough (eight, just like her mother said), she began to learn ballet herself. She took to it naturally, quickly becoming a favorite of her teachers and the other pupils. When she came to the age of eleven, she was sent off with every young witch and wizard in the country to study at Beaxbatons. She was incredibly successful in school academically, rising to be one of the top students in her class. However, her personal life whilst there was far from remarkable.

Despite the fame of her family name, Giselle struggled to make friends due to the personality she’d grown to develop as she aged. She became equal parts her mother and her father; she felt things incredibly deeply like her father, but learned to keep a guarded exterior like her mother. Though she felt strong emotions, she never allowed them to show as her mother had instilled into her that a pureblood woman’s emotions being visible to the outside world was a sign of weakness. But her father encouraged her to not let her emotions go, even if she must hide them.

This contradiction made many of her peers read her as cold most of the time and in the rare occurrences where her emotions became noticeable, there was always a question of how genuine they truly could be. Giselle did not have many friends, and the few she did have she never allowed herself to grow particularly close to. When she graduated, she did so with distinction but had little to show for herself from a personal standpoint. In the summers between terms, she continued to refine her dancing and when she graduated, she began to head down the path of ballet as a profession.

When she was nineteen, Giselle suffered a fall in the middle of a rehearsal, seriously damaging her knee. Doctors told her that there was a possibility that she would never move the same way again and with this devastating news, Giselle felt herself begin to close off from her passion. For over a year, she worked as a receptionist at the admissions department of one of her family’s art conservatories and all but ignored ballet. It was only at the urging of her uncle did she try her hand at dancing once more and while it wasn’t wholly unsuccessful, she found that her fluidity was still hampered by the lingering effects of her knee injury.

Unfulfilled with her position, Giselle decided on a whim to relocate to London. With her family’s connections in the European arts industry, she was offered a luxurious flat in a wealthy wizarding neighborhood in the city. With nothing but some of her possessions, she relocated and immediately began to try and discover what she was meant to do with herself. For a bit, she worked at a local dance studio as a costume designer but she left after she felt herself unable to face her passion every day without partaking in it. It was during this period of downtime that her attention was turned to a vacant position in a lower office of the Ministry of Magic.

She sent the application in just three days before her birthday, hoping that a response for an interview would arrive to usher in her 21st year with new prospects and new opportunities.

Roleplay: 
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:
Diagon Alley rarely ever seemed to be short on faces, low on voices, devoid of traffic, or absent a rush.

No matter the time of year, things moved at a rapid pace and if you weren't used to the ebb and flow of the current, you would drown. Giselle had learned at least that much in the time she'd spent in these new surroundings so far. It was a very different sort of pace than what she was used to back at home. Then again, she supposed this was her home now, wasn't it?

Not the streets of Diagon Alley, but it may as well have been. She had ventured down here many times over the last several weeks whenever Kensington began to feel far too far in love with itself, and though she'd yet to find something that really compelled her to come back for it specifically, it was more agreeable than the stuffiness of where she did call her home now. She missed France, she missed her family, but she was committed to this place now, for better or for worse.

Coffee in hand, she walked down the avenue at the pace of those around her. She was aware, but not attentive, and while this was perhaps a mistake she was not quick on correcting it. Perhaps if she had been quick to correct it, she would've noticed the man with the box coming in hot, or she at least would've heard him soon enough to get out of the way of the impending disaster. She really only knew what hit her when they collided, him falling to the ground, her joining him, and tinsel wrapping around them as if they were christmas trees.

She managed to salvage half of her coffee and managed to send the other half onto the cobblestones rather than either one of them. She wasted little time standing herself up, kicking some of the snow off of her clothes. She extended a hand down to the man to hoist him back up, smiling at the tinsel covered sigh that met her.

"Festive," she said, pointing to the shiny wrapping.

"No need to worry, it was just an accident. The street's slick, it happens to the best of us."

She smiled, kneeling down to pick up the box.

"Let me help you."

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