Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

---

---

→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name:  Matilda Faye Davin

Birthday:  November 20, 1960

Hometown:  Rye, East Sussex

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): 1st or 2nd

Biography:
Matilda Faye Davin is a sassy girl with red hair and brown eyes. She is the eldest of three children and rules the house, or so she thinks. As one is, being the eldest, she is always right and always in charge. She was born and raised in Rye, East Sussex to Muggle father and Magical mother. Thomas and Dorothy (Dotty) Davin had been together for 5 years when they were blessed with their first daughter. Thomas, a professor, at the local college and Dotty a stay at home Mum to her 3 children live a modest life, but want for nothing. They have a happy home filled with love and laughter and the occasional magical spell to keep the garden growing.

Matilda, or Tilly as she was sometimes called, has known about magic from an early age and started showing signs at the age of 5. Simple things like flowers changing colors or a bloom exploding into petal confetti when she was holding it and angry. Her younger siblings Antonia (2 years younger) and Gannon (7 years younger) still had not shown signs of being magical. While at first her father seemed excited about her new talents, as time has gone on, he has shown resentment for her magical abilities.

Matilda is super excited, not scared at all, never scared, about attending Hogwarts. Her mother attended many years ago and had a lot of wonderful things to share. Dotty was a Hufflepuff, which seemed great. Not that Matilda cared what house she was in. Just not that snake house, she was really afra… not afraid, never afraid. Snakes just didn’t like her.

School has always been good for Matilda. She made friends easily and loved reading. Science was her best subject especially if they were doing anything outside in the garden. History was boring, but she listened {not really} because it was totally important. She was excited to actually learn about important and interesting things when she got to Hogwarts. Her mom had started the process, but just the basics so that she wasn’t going in blind.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request:
Sorting hat pick (just not Slytherin)

Personality:
Matilda has a flair for the dramatics. As the oldest child of 3, she is always right. Duh. Her eyes are typically either rolling, staring to the heavens trying to figure out what is wrong with the person she is talking to or devoid of all feeling because she has stopped listening all together.

She is scared of nothing… except she is scared of a lot. Not that she would ever admit it. Snake: she has been bitten no less then 23 times, so she stays away. (Never actually gotten the nerve to get close). Heights: She once climbed to the top of a REALLY tall tree and fell breaking 35 bones, so mom says she can’t climb anymore. (Has never been more than 2 feet off the ground unless daddy was carrying her). Darkness: She loves the dark L.O.V.E.S. But her little sister hates it so because she is the best bigger sister ever she sleeps with the lights on and now can’t sleep any other way. (LIES)

On a good day she is happy, smiling, giggling, making friends and not fibbing about things to make herself look better. She loves to paint and tend to the garden (Flower and Veg) back home. She happily plays with her siblings and helps her mom in the kitchen. She isn’t a great cook, but she can stir a pot like nobody's business.

On a bad day she is surly, grumpy and sassy to the extreme. Eye rolls abound, her tone takes on a snarky quality and her parents send her to stew in her room so that the rest of the family can breath. She is ALWAYS RIGHT when she is having a bad day, even when she knows she is wrong, Matilda is a strong willed child that will not back down. She is never violent or aggressive, but if she is mad you will know it by the glaring eyes and pinched face.

Appearance:
Matilda is a tiny little thing. All the kids in her family are, they take after their mother that way. She is 48in (121.92cm) tall and the shortest in her previous year at school by a good 5 to 6 inches. Her sister, (2 years her junior) is almost catching up to her. She LOATHES being short and sometimes wears platforms to make herself look taller, but she isn’t the most graceful human, so that usually ends up with a twisted ankle. The struggles of a shorty.

She has striking red hair like her mom, that has a subtle curl to it. She lives up to her spicey ginger hair with her sassy personality. Golden-brown eyes. Carmel color with flecks of gold. They turn to molten chocolate as her anger grows. Her skin is fair with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She is her mothers mini in every way, which she is happy about. Her mother is the most gorgeous woman to ever walk the planet

→ 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 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.

---

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."

Roleplay Response:
The garden was her heaven. No one made fun of her for being short. That stupid 2nd year Snake wasn’t around to pull her hair. The portraits didn’t suddenly move, freaking her out. No, the garden was safe. Known. Beautiful and blessedly quiet. The halls of Hogwarts gave Matilda a headache on a daily basis. Finding a quiet place to just “be” was difficult, but the garden never disappointed.

The tulips were a favorite this time of year. Bright colors, big blooms with bees and butterflies fluttering around doing their pollinator duties. Matilda took a deep breath in and smiled…

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"
No… Just… No.

She sighed and shut her eyes as her sanctuary bubble burst into a thousand pieces. She looked in the direction of the voice with a glare, she was magical, why exactly was he not on fire right now?

Her beautiful flowers were being pushed aside and more than likely damaged by his careless behavior. BOYS!!

She would not yell. She WOULD NOT throw a rock at his big head for ruining her day. One deep breath in. One deep breath out.

It was the sneeze that took her out of her brain. Matilda’s eyes focused on the boy in front of her just as he wiped his nose on his robes.

GGGRRRROOOOOSSSSSSSSS

There was no stopping the eye roll and sneer that was directed toward this disgusting male annoyance. She expected this type of behavior from her 4 year old brother.

 "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Her arms crossed over her chest and a large puff of air left her lungs as she continued to glare.

“Yeah, well it’s also not nice to trample the tulips you big stupid OAF! What is WRONG with you!? Why are you even…”

It was at that moment that all the pieces clicked into place. His earlier statement coming to the forefront of her mind.

“Wait… did you say… rat?”

*GULP*

She wasn’t scared of rats. She wasn’t scared of ANYTHING, but rats had, you know… diseases and fleas and other things that were bad. It was just common sense. Everyone in their right mind knows these things.

Looking around in a totally not frantic and spastic manner Matlida saw a stone bench a couple feet away. With a completely nonchalant {scurring} movement she calmly {frantically} stepped {jumped} onto the bench.

“So, umm. It’s not like, here right?” She asked in an imploring tone.



→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Rhoswen Hardwick, Dylan and Emma Cast, Freya Nielsson, among others.

How did you find us?: Facebook