Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Annabella Beatrix Chant
Birthday: May 24, 1957
Hometown: Tinworth, Cornwall
Bloodline:Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination
Year (pick two): Fifth (preferred), Sixth
Biography:Annabella angrily stuffed clothes into her trunk, knowing they'd be hopelessly wrinkled by the time she unpacked later, but that was a problem for future Anna. Present Anna was more interested in using her every action to telegraph to her sister just how furious she was. She had even uttered the usually-off-limits,
you're not my mother, which she knew she would regret later. But right now, she didn't care. It was true! How could Blythe have the authority to decide she was transferring to Hogwarts without even consulting her? And as a
former professor, Blythe should also know that not only was she tanking Anna's social life, she was ruining her academic career!
True, Anna had not exactly been very concerned with her own academic career before this moment, but that didn't mean it wasn't a problem. When she inquired about whether she could transfer to a similar society at Hogwarts, Blythe informed her that they didn't even
have societies! There had been some sort of explanation about "houses" at this point, but Anna didn't remember the specifics. She knew what they were all called anyway, because how could she not? You couldn't hang out with Hogwarts students without them bringing it up constantly. But apparently they had nothing to do with your course of study. She was beginning to regret steadfastly refusing to learn anything about Hogwarts. But she had a strong stubborn streak, as Aunt Bee put it, and all the constant bragging about Hogwarts supremacy from her cousins sure did activate it.
She attempted to slam the trunk lid closed, but any satisfying noise it would have produced was thwarted by the mass of clothing and books protruding above the edges. She punched the tangled mess towards the center of the trunk and was rewarded with a click when she threw her full bodyweight onto the lid. Her hand went to her pocket and she cursed silently. She had meant to leave her wand out. Luckily, it was easily extricated and she managed to force the trunk lid to latch again. She levitated it and guided it out to the sitting room where Blythe was occupied in trying to arrange too many books into too small a box. She didn't seem to notice Anna's entry, but she also didn't flinch when Anna let the large trunk clatter onto the floor. Anna glared at her for a moment then flopped down to sit on the trunk. She busied herself in tracing the pattern of embossed dragons on the lid until the weight of silence was too uncomfortable to ignore.
"Why do you need a job in London," she said in a controlled tone, "you hate it over there. You know I hate it over there."
That wasn't entirely true. She didn't even remember that much of England or even Britain as a whole. Most of her visits had been confined to the Thatcher family estate in Cornwall since her parents died. She had vague but positive memories of all their camping trips in the Highlands and the Lake District, but it was hard to feel good about a place that had killed your parents and was populated by thousands of your unpleasant relatives. Wasn't that was the whole point of Aunt Bee arranging for them to join her in America? They wanted to escape. So why in Merlin's name would Blythe willing take
both of them back there? She was even engaged to Horrible Horace here in Boston. Couldn't she even stay for Horrible Horace's sake?
She had already lobbed that particular question at Blythe this morning over breakfast, but got an annoyed response to the "immature" nickname instead of an answer. She knew it was not the best way to get answers from Blythe, but she was feeling vindictive and seeing Blythe flush in anger had been very satisfying. She was apparently not getting an answer to this question either, despite doing her very best to hold back her anger.
She would have to make a plan. Blythe had explained this morning they had permission to use a family townhouse near the Ministry. Maybe after they arrived and settled in, Anna could butter her up by asking for stories about Hogwarts. Talking about her Hogwarts days always put Blythe in a better mood, and now Anna actually wouldn't mind listening so she could absorb some basic information before the term started. And then, once they were back to their usual balance of love and annoyance, she would try to figure out why Blythe had applied for and accepted this job at the Ministry of Magic.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.House Request: Sort me!
Personality:Annabella is usually very chatty, loud, and expressive. But she is also impulsive and has a very quick temper and a tendency to extreme mood swings. She can be the friendliest, chattiest person in the room one day, and deeply sarcastic and sharp-tongued the next, but she is quick to apologize and forgive. Though she loves to talk (loudly, with lots of gestures), she struggles with developing true connections with people. She is free with her thoughts and opinions but very guarded about showing her true emotions. She always has a large circle of friends, but never a
best friend. But despite that, she has a reputation for being kind, loyal, and also a great sidekick for an adventure or party. She also has a reputation for being very clever (too clever?) at talking herself and her friends out of trouble.
Her parents passed away when she was 4, and she was put in the care of her extended family in a way that left her without a strong connection to any one parental figure. She was raised alongside her cousins as a bit of a "charity case" for a few years until her mother's twin sister took Anna and her older sister, Blythe, to live in Boston with her. Her Aunt wasn't exactly a mother to her, but at least provided some consistency. But when her Aunt decided to move back to England full-time, Anna chose to stay in Boston with Blythe. The two sisters have a very strong connection, but the tension between Blythe now acting as both her authority figure and sister means their relationship has been very volatile lately.
Anna doesn't remember very much about her parents, or the night they died, but she still occasionally has nightmares about it. Blythe is 10 years older and remembers everything fully, so Anna has never felt like she could talk about it because it was such a traumatic experience for Blythe. She avoids talking or even thinking about it as much as she can manage. None of her friends at Salem knew what happened, and she always talked around things in a way that lead people to assume her parents were just living in Britain.
Appearance:Annabella has wavy dark blonde hair, which is often in a sloppy ponytail, large brown eyes, and a mischievous smile. She is slight and shorter than average, which she is secretly self-conscious about. She tries to make up for her size with volume and personality, and is always the first to make a joke about her diminutive stature.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.Option I:Anna crept along the corridor, tapping lightly on the stones of the corridor wall.
She had been down in the dungeons a few times already, for their Potions lessons, but it was impossible to do any real investigating with packs of students hurrying to and fro. Plus, there was probably some sort of spell keeping the swimming pool hidden.
The very first time she had heard someone mention the dungeon swimming pool, she knew she had to find it. No one had been specific about where it might be, however, and even though she “got lost” on the way to Potions class and took a long ramble through the dungeons, it hadn’t shown itself. She was determined to be the one to find it and throw an awesome pool party, so she persisted.
When none of her sneaky revealing spells had worked, she knew what the next step was. In a Muggle mystery novel she had read, some girl named Nancy found a hidden room by tapping on the wall to find a hollow spot. She was pretty sure she’d instantly be branded a weirdo if she just went about the castle banging on walls, so obviously she had to wait until night to try.
She raised her hand for the next tap and then froze. What was that sound? A voice? A ghost?! Another sound came echoing out of the darkness.
"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?”Anna nearly laughed in relief, but managed to control herself. It was just some kid, not an angry ghost. Ghosts said things like “BOO!” not, “is Emma Birch here”. She directed her lit wand-tip down the corridor and peered into the gloom as she answered.
“Who's Emma Birch?”
→ ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous):Lydia Chant, etc.
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