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Archived Applications / Bedwyr Professor Application
« on: 01/12/2019 at 17:32 »

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Bedwyr Bedrydant

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable:
Orion Greenwood, Elias Greenwood ne Egneus, Dorothy Dowd, Lysander Stone

Character age: 41

Character education: No. Learned what he knew from informal lessons and traditions

Strength and weaknesses:
Seems to flip between easily distracted and eerily focussed.  Deep understanding of esoteric forms of magic. Compassionate and strongly inclined toward the natural order of things.
Holds little appreciation for fine details. Completely illiterate. Almost completely ignorant of modern conveniences (and cultural norms).

Physical description:
Large, hairy, smelly. Possibly related to a bear. Possibly related to a skunk. His clothes, hair and beard are littered with plantstuff and other debris. Clothes are homespun but serviceable. No shoes, ever.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):
Bedwyr might easily be mistaken for a madman. While he might claim to 'go with the flow', his will in indominable when he determines the 'flow' is counter to the way things are. Occasionally jitters to himself. Rare moments of intense brilliance and lucidity.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:
Bedwyr considers formal education to be a waste of time. A bunch of snooty, overwashed lowlanders all staring at writings so boring that noone thought to memorise them. Nonetheless, he is willing to walk among these folk for the purpose of seeking those with the capacity and the drive to join the Yr Wyddfa Stone Circle as druids.
Does not have long-term goals, dreams or ambitions beyond comfort and the continuation of life as it is.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):
It was daybreak in Winter, though noone could tell the date or the year, when Bedwyr had his first brush with magic. Over the paddocks where his family kept their livelihood,  a pair of young lovers fled silently through the air astride a beauteous carpet of the richest blue. Bedwyr was young, barely a pup by his pa's reckoning, and his stories were too fanciful to be believed. The boy's hair was tussled, his words were disregarded, and the instruction to watch the sheep firmly restated. It would be supper soon enough.

There was a letter, but neither Pa nor Ma could read it. The town priest, a man of many letters, burned the thing and called it sinful. Bedwyr had not written the letter, had only passed on what the owl had given to him, but he was to blame still. He kept the envelope, and treasured it, and never once connected it to the lovers on their wondrous carpet before he was a young man.

English folk showed up soon after the letter, and brought an invitation that did not require letters or numbers to understand. They wanted Bedwyr for a school of magickry where a boy would learn malediction and seerage and all manner of unnatural things. His parents, right and good folks, had good reason to refuse the offer on Bedwyr's behalf. They were humble folk and knew their lot and Bedwyr would follow in their humble, good ways. So it was, and Bedwyr did not meet another person who called themself warlock or witch for several decades had passed.

Yet a druid is not a witch.

In his eleventh summer, there came another visitor - a man of renown, who healed what English folk in their fancy hospitals could not and read the stars for harvest and kept flocks healthy and lived always by the will of the tides. This was a man that Bedwyr's parents would not dare refuse for, as they explained Bedwyr as he tearfully packed his scant possessions, druids served powers older by far than the land and sheep and the will of man. No proper celt would refuse the call of a druid and the Bedrydant line had long been proper celts.

There passed a time of tutelage. There was physical growth but physical growth exists in all things. A shadow can grow but never learn. So it was the lot of a druid, and a druid's apprentice, to learn and surpass the power of the shadows. Bedwyr did what he could.

In his twentieth summer, Bedwyr returned to his parents' home. All that stood was dust and mud and trees. The hovel in which he had been born was not destroyed - it was unmade through time. In due time, the people who had built the home would do so again. Such was the nature of time and untime, but not the fascination of druids.

Druidry is a slow magick. As a young river is weak and lacking in influence, a young druid means little to his circle. For long years, Bedwyr grew old and the circle grew smaller. And for all those years, the circle of Yr Wyddfa grew smaller. Old druids do not live forever and only the patient could be young druids.

In 1958, the circle is three. Bedwyr, the low druid, has been tasked by the ancient high druid and deep druid to seek out new blood with which to replenish the circle and protect the natural flow of power across the isles.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

"You know..."

His tongue paused for a moment, busily playing with the gap where there had once been a tooth on the right side of his mouth. Bedwyr did not look at the woman. Looking at something that was angry was too often a threat. He wanted to make a good impression. With this in mind, he rubbed at his leaking nose with a sleeve and continued.

"... we don't have much time for timekeeping back home. Go by the sun, we do."

His fingers fiddled at the lower part of his beard as he spoke. A perfectly good wand had disappeared into its depths last week, and no amount of work seemed to be able to pry it loose. Bedwyr lay a grimy paw on the benchtop between them, lowering his eyes in submission.

This room, like many rooms, smelled like the absence of life. Not death or decay or anything such as that. This room had never nurtured true life - a terrible waste. It was a druid's job to bring life to places such as this.

"It is a slight for your people, I know, I know, to be made to wait for things."

A bad start. Bad tidings. There was only one way to repair the damage. Bedwyr spat in his hand and extended it to the stern woman.

"I meant no slight. We should begin again, as friends."



In addition to posting a completed application in this forum, we also ask that you submit a PM to Anneka Ivanova with details of your class and with the lesson plans for that class (include at least a minimum of 4 lessons). Also, please be sure to check the Available Positions thread located in this forum to make sure the class you want is available before applying.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Bedwyr Bedrydant | Elsewhere adult
« on: 19/11/2019 at 04:24 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Bedwyr Bedrydant
Gender: Male
Age: 41 (born 1917)
Blood Status: Muggleborn.

Education:
No.

Residence:
Yr Wyddfa Stone Circle Encampment

Occupation
Low Druid

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?
No.

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 8
  • Divination: 12
  • Transfiguration: 6
  • Summoning: 6
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:
Lysander Stone, Elias Greenwood, Orion Greenwood, Dorothy Dowd

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
It was daybreak in Winter, though noone could tell the date or the year, when Bedwyr had his first brush with magic. Over the paddocks where his family kept their livelihood,  a pair of young lovers fled silently through the air astride a beauteous carpet of the richest blue. Bedwyr was young, barely a pup by his pa's reckoning, and his stories were too fanciful to be believed. The boy's hair was tussled, his words were disregarded, and the instruction to watch the sheep firmly restated. It would be supper soon enough.

There was a letter, but neither Pa nor Ma could read it. The town priest, a man of many letters, burned the thing and called it sinful. Bedwyr had not written the letter, had only passed on what the owl had given to him, but he was to blame still. He kept the envelope, and treasured it, and never once connected it to the lovers on their wondrous carpet before he was a young man.

English folk showed up soon after the letter, and brought an invitation that did not require letters or numbers to understand. They wanted Bedwyr for a school of magickry where a boy would learn malediction and seerage and all manner of unnatural things. His parents, right and good folks, had good reason to refuse the offer on Bedwyr's behalf. They were humble folk and knew their lot and Bedwyr would follow in their humble, good ways. So it was, and Bedwyr did not meet another person who called themself warlock or witch for several decades had passed.

Yet a druid is not a witch.

In his eleventh summer, there came another visitor - a man of renown, who healed what English folk in their fancy hospitals could not and read the stars for harvest and kept flocks healthy and lived always by the will of the tides. This was a man that Bedwyr's parents would not dare refuse for, as they explained Bedwyr as he tearfully packed his scant possessions, druids served powers older by far than the land and sheep and the will of man. No proper celt would refuse the call of a druid and the Bedrydant line had long been proper celts.

There passed a time of tutelage. There was physical growth but physical growth exists in all things. A shadow can grow but never learn. So it was the lot of a druid, and a druid's apprentice, to learn and surpass the power of the shadows. Bedwyr did what he could.

In his twentieth summer, Bedwyr returned to his parents' home. All that stood was dust and mud and trees. The hovel in which he had been born was not destroyed - it was unmade through time. In due time, the people who had built the home would do so again. Such was the nature of time and untime, but not the fascination of druids.

Druidry is a slow magick. As a young river is weak and lacking in influence, a young druid means little to his circle. For long years, Bedwyr grew old and the circle grew smaller. And for all those years, the circle of Yr Wyddfa grew smaller. Old druids do not live forever and only the patient could be young druids.

In 1958, the circle is three. Bedwyr, the low druid, has been tasked by the ancient high druid and deep druid to seek out new blood with which to replenish the circle and protect the natural flow of power across the isles.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option Two -
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:
A beautiful day. A beautiful one. Beautiful in that it could be admired for a moment and then forgotten. Bedwyr jibbered to himself as he walked, to keep his lips happy. The whole city smelled like metal. It was part of the system of a city.

Several times small dainty men and big burly women (and some of the reverse as well) attempted to accidentally crash into the druid as he made his way to the goblin place.

At last, the big man gave in to the will of the crowd. Obviously the mass wanted him to be collided with. Bedwyr was not one to go against the grain so when the frowning, yelling man pattered nearby, the druid seized his opportunity and threw himself into the way.

There was some unimportant crashing and whatnot, and some apologies, and also glittering rope that didn't seem strong enough to tie anything at all. For his part, the druid had probably earned himself a great yellow tushy bruise where he had connected with the icy artificial-stone footpath.

The frowning man looked apologetic, and so Bedwyr's role was to be strained but patient. He tolerantly replaced whatever leaves and twigs had fallen from his hair and raise the weight of the street by taking once more to his feet.

"No, no. I won't have it," he replied curtly, "Keep your apology, and take mine with you. I am sorry."

He dusted himself off, tapped himself with a wand to redust himself, and collected a beefy handful of coloured rope from the slush. Then, with a suspicious glare (his favourite kind) at the man in the black coat, he took a step back.

"Your rope is a kind of - what is it? Red and gold icicles? It's not cold. Your fake icicles aren't very convincing. No, it's a bit of a disappointment, if I'm frank."

That was wrong. So wrong. So against the truth. Three of the druid's fingers twitched in a tiny rectangular pattern.

"I'm not frank, though. I'm Bedwyr. I don't know frank. Don't ask."

He shook his head dismissively now. Some people...

OTHER
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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Elias Greenwood
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Blood Status: Pure as snow

Education: 
Hogwarts, then Durmstrang, then a smackering of other wizarding schools around the world. At fifteen, ended all formal education and became a fulltime wandmaker's apprentice

Residence:
Hotels, pubs, etc. On the move.

Occupation:
Wandmaker's Apprentice

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?
No.

Requested Magic Levels:

  • Charms: 12
  • Divination: 8
  • Transfiguration: 6
  • Summoning: 6
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:
Lysander Stone

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Kiah had left first. She was always the smartest and the most able. She had left the day Elias began his apprenticeship. Though Greenwood had not been able to discern her location in all the long years since, Elias knew she had returned to the States. She had never felt at home in the Old World.

Jianyu was the next to leave, but not in the same way. The remaining two left shortly after his funeral. They blamed Greenwood despite all of Elias' efforts to come to his defense. Their destination had been a mystery; the triplets had always been self-contained.

For four long years, it was only Greenwood and the boy - his prodigy, his chosen son. The boy who Greenwood believed would return the family's name to greatness. He was a natural wandmaker. He took to it with all the natural skill and innate talent that Greenwood lacked. Had Elias been kept at the mudblood-lover school in Scotland, he would have been the greatest wizard of a generation. So Greenwood told him time and again. Yet purity was as highly valued as greatness.

When he fell in love with Sibylle, all of Greenwood's plans fell apart. Elias felt himself grow defiant to the old man's will. Sibylle was, after all, a pureblood. Why should he not love her?

When it came time to choose, Elias allowed himself to be swept away in a year of bliss. Yet the terrible control which Greenwood exerted over the family name which Elias had come to accept was greater by far than petty love. The daughter that Sibylle had given him in her final days would never be safe as long as Greenwood could reach her.

Elias returned to the land of his birth to seek the freedom which had been forbidden him his entire life, and to find a promise of it for his child.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option Two -
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:
Walking with a drawn wand was a good way to get noticed, but also a good way to avoid unwanted conversation. Despite all effort to walk naturally, the sleek young wizard knew he drew glances. More than that. Someone was following him.

Keep your eyes ahead, Elias. Listen, Elias.

The man was old, but his reflection in the shopfront windows was interfered with by a damnedable assortment of boxes which hovered through the air. Elias wished he could wheel about and curse the boxes into the sky, to turn the old man onto his back and -

You're being paranoid, Elias.

This was not him. He was hiding. He wouldn't approach. Elias' balled first loosened just as the aged oaf slammed into him. For a moment it seemed the young wizard would lose his footing as well.

"You- great- bloody- fool-" he directed the wand at the man's stomach, allowing the implied threat work its own special kind of magic.

It wasn't him. It wasn't him. Still, Elias felt the wrong reverberate through his bones. He was a Greenwood. He would have respect.

"This cloak is Acromantula fur. Worth more than you make in -"

No, Elias. Keep your temper. Keep your head down.

"Pick up your things."

OTHER
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Archived Applications / Lysander Stone
« on: 01/12/2018 at 06:36 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Lysander Stone

Birthday: 5 July, 1944

Hometown: London

Bloodline:
Half blood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Charms

Year (pick two):
One, two

Biography:
Lysander was born to a muggle mechanic and a halfblood witch. After his father was sent home from the Western Front due to a war injury, they wasted no time in creating a life for themselves. They lived simply and happily without magic of any kind. The early death of Lysander's brother Cyrus proved to be too much for the couple, and Lysander was taken by his mother to join the wizarding world. It was a difficult time for Lysander, who attempted to run away from home several times.
After the new year 1955, Lysander was exposed to the wizarding world at AB&C Daycare. Still reeling from the flood of knowledge that comes with exposure to the wizarding world, Lysander is doing his utmost to rebuild his life.

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

House Request: Hufflepuff

Personality:
Loud and friendly, shameless, poor student.

Appearance:
Tall, blond and blue-eyed. He's slim from running to and fro and dirty from doing so outside. Clothes are cheap and home-patched, and all bear fresh tears and stains. Demin and cotton dominate the wardrobe.

→ 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.

Response:

The cold stone was good on his feet. Sometimes he stepped on something wet in the dim light, but he took the good with the bad. There was supposed to be a swimming pool down here, and Lysander intended to find it.

Squelch. Ka-thud.

Sandy felt a dull pain where his rump had collided with the floor. One of the 'something wet's had also been a 'something slippery'. Something slimy trailed the back of his jeans. The way back up was careful and deliberate to save a second slip.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

"Hello! Sandy Stone is here. I don't know Emma yet."

He looked to the source of the sound, but only found a solid wall. He turned and turned about in the dim light, trying to find a speaker. Maybe a ghost. He had seen a ghost at the feast and she was very nice.

"Do you know where the swimming pool is?"

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Eli Egneus, Orion Greenwood, Dorothy Dowd

How did you find us?: Google

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E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Lysander Stone

Gender: Male

Age: 10

Bloodline:
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Not played characters. Separated.
Father is a muggle motor mechanic. Mother is a Floo Network regulatory officer.

Residence:
A small flat in wizarding London.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No.

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:
No active characters. Formerly played Elias Egneus, Orion Greenwood, and Dorothy Dowd.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Lysander lives with his mum, but he likes dad better. Dad always lets him stay up late and play with other kids in the street. Not that anyone asked him.

Lysander prefers simple pleasures - fishing and listening to the radio and playing rugby. Having grown up in the muggle world, wizarding britain and its customs are unfamiliar to him. While he isn't a rule breaker per se, he has a habit of getting caught up in having a good time and forgetting that rules exist.

Lysander dresses in the comfortable clothing of muggle children - denim jeans and cotton t-shirts.

Those responsible for his gradeschool education saw a clever but unfocused boy, unmotivated to succeed but content to keep minimum pace in all areas of schoolwork.

With his mother's decision to leave his father in the aftermath of the explosive events of recent years, Lysander has been homeschooled in numbers and language. His mother forbid him to contact the muggles of his former life.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
It was an accident. He didn't mean to knock over nothin'. Not that mum ever listened about that sort of stuff. Mum never listens about nothin'.

Lysander huffed, kicking a rock with the toe of his worn sneakers. It skidded along and made some impressive distance before coming to a halt. He glanced about, spying another rock and making his way to it.

It was just some stupid glass ball. She cared about the stupidest things. Sometimes it seemed as if she just liked being loud and red-faced. Lysander took solace in the fact that it couldn't be double broken. He was safe from ever breaking it again ever. Maybe if mum could see his point of view she wouldn't be so mad.

He kicked rock #2. It glided along the paving and past a girl, standing there all cooty-infested and frumpy. She had unseated herself from one of the flying witch brooms (like what mum drove), and then hollered at him. Asking him if he wanted to play.

It took him off guard. No one in the magic world ever spoke to him. And they definitely didn't ask him to play. This was new territory. Uncharted.

He cleared his throat.

"Do you have a ball or something?"

Did magic people even play ball games?   

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