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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Conor James Devine
Birthday: 30 January 1961
Hometown: Belfast, Northern Ireland
Bloodline: Muggleborn
Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination
Year (pick two): 1 (preferred), 2
Biography: bloody sunday
devine family home, belfast
“I’m not going.”
(This came from me, eleven years old as of eight fifty-three this morning.)
“Wise up! You’re a wizard, Conor!” (Tiernan, fourteen and apparently deadset on sending me on this adventure that had been thrust upon me in the form of a cream-coloured parchment delivered by—would you believe it—an owl.)
“What do you mean, you’re not going? You’ve got to.” (Eamon, sixteen but going on forty-six.)
“Does this mean I get my own room?” (Ronan, ten and forever stuck on the bottom bunk in our shared space.)
“Good boy, Harvey.” (Erin, five and quietly feeding the dog her entire portion of green beans.)
“If Conor’s not going, can I go instead?” (Shea, seven and clearly oblivious to the fact that this meant crossing an entire ocean and staying there for the next seven years.)
“You’re going.” (My dad, pulling on his boots for what we all knew was going to be a rough night shift. It was clear from the look on his face that my upcoming enrolment at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was not up for debate.)
“We can make a lovely trip of it. Look, there’s a whole list of thi—a cauldron?! What on earth do you need a cauldron for, Conor?” (My mum, always trying—and often, to be honest with you, failing—to find the good in a bad situation.)
“Dunno, mum.”
“…thirteen young men have been shot dead by British paratroopers on Derry’s streets. Sixteen more remain in hospital, injured with bullet wounds. Soldiers opened fire on the unarmed civilians after fifteen thousand marchers defied the controversial Stormont parade ban…”(The evening news, reporting on the events of this afternoon: the largest number of civilians killed in a single shooting incident during the Troubles.)
“Cruffchfchufhch.” (Harvey, choking on a green bean.)
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Ravenclaw (preferred); not Hufflepuff
Personality:Born to a Catholic mother and a Protestant father who also happens to be an RUC officer, Conor Devine and his siblings already have enough to navigate, growing up during the height of the Troubles in Northern Ireland. Add to that the fact that he’s just found out he’s not only a wizard but also has to go to a boarding school in Scotland to learn how to do magic, and Conor is close to losing it.
Up until now, he’s always been a quietly curious boy, ceasing his lines of enquiry only when fully satisfied with an answer. Blessed with both sharp memory and sharp mind, Conor could excel at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…if he was just willing enough to figure everything out. With the turning of this new page in his story, however, he has decided he wants nothing to do with the magical world—and the sooner he can go back home, the better for everyone involved.
Conor is driven by rational thought over emotional whim, a trait which tends to serve him well right up until he lands himself in a situation where he can’t quite find the words or actions to express his real feelings. He knows what he knows—and he knows a lot, if you’re wondering—but he rarely knows what he feels, and long ago gave up on trying to figure it all out. Ripped away from the troubled and troubling comfort of his hometown, Conor will be forced to navigate this next chapter solo; and it’s anyone’s guess as to how that works out for him.
Appearance:Face claim: Alex Lawther
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.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:He had been trying to find the Charms classroom.
Somehow, he had ended up in the dungeons instead.
Nothing about this stupid castle, with its stupid ghosts and its stupid houses and its stupid witches and wizards skipping about in cloaks, made any sort of sense.
Conor aimed a kick at a particularly dingy-looking brick in the wall. This was a mistake. The brick was significantly more solid than his big toe, which, in hindsight, he really should have clocked before it was already too late.
Hopping backwards and clutching his foot, he swore into the darkness.
“Hello! Is Emma Birch here?”Conor straightened, shoved his hands into his pockets, and tried to look like he was a) supposed to be here and b) not someone who had just lost a fight with a wall.
“Hi.”
His toe was throbbing.
Who the hell was Emma Birch?
Evangeline didn’t need to know that he didn’t have a clue.
Conor pointed. “She went that way, sure.”
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