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Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Elka Elaine Sparrowman
Birthday: February 28 1961
Hometown: Barton, Cheshire
Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one):Transfiguration
Year (pick two):First, second
Biography: “Elka!”
The heavy damask curtains ripped back. Elka blinked at the sudden brightness of the light, the uptick in noise.
“Your mother’s been looking everywhere for you. Get up.”
She did so, stumbling over the hem of her skirt, ungainly as a colt.
“What were you doing? And you’re covered in dust bunnies now.”
A hand slapped at her back and hips, presumably to chase away aforementioned dust bunnies. “Sorry Auntie.”
She had no idea if the woman was really one of her aunts but at events like this in a family like hers everyone older automatically became an auntie an uncle or a cousin.
Across the room her mother was making the kind of urgent eye contact that meant
come here now. Reaching behind herself Elka shoved her notebook, bulky with a pencil between the pages, into the waistband of her skirt. She yanked her jumper down to hide it.
“And of course we’re also celebrating our Elka and her acceptance to Hogwarts.” Her mother crooned, gathering Elka into her side with one arm, lifting a glass with the other.
Elka dutifully made awkward eye contact with a handful of guests—aunties, uncles, cousins—before dropping her gaze and protesting “Mum,” with an embarrassed smile.
Her mother spoke over her:
“We know she’ll make us proud.”
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Ravenclaw
→ 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."
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“It’s not polite to shout at your pets either.” Elka countered, though shouting was a bit of a stretch to describe the tone of voice the boy had been using.
“If I was your rat I’d be hiding too.”
If she was a rat she’d be making a nest out of those lovely pink flowers in the corner.
If she was a rat she would eat cheese and biscuits all day and nobody would say a thing.
If she was a rat—
Elka squinted,
—she might have an owner like that.
Luckily she was just a girl with a few leaves stuck in her braid. Accessories.
She decided to take pity on the boy and his grumpy voice and forlorn face.
“I’ll help you though, I think my voice is much sweeter. What’s the rat’s name?”
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