Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Charlene Phillipa McCoy
Birthday: November 20th 1960
Hometown: Zurich, Switzerland
Bloodline:Unknown
Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):Conjuring/Summoning
Year (pick two): 2nd (it should be 2nd. Really, it should be 2nd. Don’t make it 3rd pls)
Biography:Vienna, Summer of 1966The tall man with the hat looked as promising as any. Charly, dirty, barefoot and very hungry, took her tiny feet over to him and stumbled in his way. She was small, with her 5 years old, but she was already smart when it came to getting her way. The man stopped and looked down at her with a surprised and worried look. “Whoa, where’d you come from? I didn’t see you there.” He bend down to help her up, but Charly had just been waiting for that. Her tiny hand shot forward and into his jacket pocket where she suspected his wallet to be. Closing her small fingers around it, she yanked it back out and scrambled to her feet.
She heard him shout out, but her tiny feet carried her as fast as she could across the street and then she disappeared into the crowd. Only a few streets over, the little girl stopped, to look at what she had actually taken from the man. It was a pouch, heavy in her tiny hand. When she opened it and stuck her hand in, all she could feel was rocks. Smooth rocks. She pulled one out, and it was light blue, shimmering in the sunlight. She pulled out another. Deep red, like blood. It was only rocks. No money. The tiny girl stomped her foot in frustration and shoved the rocks back into the pouch. This would not put food in her hungry belly.
A few hours later, Charly sat on a stone wall that surrounded the park in the sun. Her feet were dangling, and she was happily munching on a sandwich. She’d scored a few coins from another victim, and now her belly was doing a happy dance, finally getting fed again. Charly’s long red strands of hair were blowing in the wind and the girl felt at peace in this moment. It was all that counted. This moment and her food.
Focused on her sandwich, she did not pay attention to the people passing her by. Only when the sun suddenly stopped being in her face, she actually looked up from her sandwich, and stopped chewing mid bite. “Can I have it back, please?” The man in the hat! He was in front of her, his face not angry, but he held his hand out to her. Charly looked from his hand, back to him and then she shook her head. “Pretty. Mine!” The man actually smiled at that, and produced another white stone out of his pocket. “You can have this one? I need the others back. They are special.”
Special? What did he mean with that? The words at her disposal were still limited and she just stared at him with a questioning look. She also made no move to take the white rock out of his hand. It was a trick or something. “Look.” He said when he realized she wouldn’t give up his pouch of rocks that easily. A stick was in his other hand the next second, and it alerted her right away. However, when he didn’t raise it to her, she stared at the rock in his hand. The white stone started glowing and then floated just above his hand in the air. The sunlight reflected in it, making it sparkle even more as if a thousand little lights were in there. The small girl brought her face closer to it, staring and then quickly, she grabbed it out of the air.
Zurich, Summer of 1969“Charly! Where did you put it? I told you a thousand times to keep your hands off it!” The 8 year old girl giggled at that and started to run through the house. Lucan sounded a bit angry, but not too much. She could play a little longer until things would get serious. By now, she could read him well – the man with the hat, although currently he was not wearing one. He rounded the corner, his eyes sharp and serious. “You come here this instant Charlene McCoy. You know it is not a toy!” Charly shook her head, her red hair flying to all sides, a big grin on her face. “Mine!” she shouted and took off running. He would never catch her.
She’d crossed the living room, the hallway and was just sliding into the dining room at full speed, when she heard a crack and he appeared in front of her. “No fair!” she exclaimed loudly, and her face fell a little. His hand extended in front of her, and reluctantly she surrendered the black stone she’d held in her hand into his. Her grey eyes looked into his innocently, and she smiled again. “Show me. I want to see it again!” Her ‘father’ rolled his eyes, but his lips curled into a smile as well. “First we do your reading. I don’t want to hear your protests!” Charly stomped her foot in protest anyway and her head shook. She hated reading. Letters were hard. Words were hard.
Pedra Furada, Brazil, Summer of 1972"Shouldn’t she be in school by now?” Charly heard Josè asking Lucan this, as they stood close together next to the little hut they had erected out here. She pretended not to hear and just kept on playing in the stream that ran through their campsite. She remembered a talk they had about this. Her father did not think she was ready yet to go and Charly did not mind that one bit. With him, she could travel the world, and explore as she wanted, while he was engulfed in his rocks and research.
“I’m not sure her English is good enough for Hogwarts yet. And I’m not sending her to Ellebart or Eisenstab. The dirt they teach there, I wouldn’t want that in her head.” Charly glanced up carefully, a grin on her face. She saw Josè shrug slightly. “Her English is fine, Lucan. She speaks well with Billie and Adrian. She needs to be with other children. She’s just around you and your rocks. Billie is right there, at Hogwarts!”
Charly’s grin died. She was perfectly happy with Lucan and his rocks, thank you very much. He had saved her from the streets, taken her in, fed her, clothed her, taught her how to talk properly. And even how to read and write. Most importantly, he had helped her to see that she, too, was capable of wielding magic. It did not show often, but Charlene McCoy was a witch and at some point she would be able to hold a wand like her father and bring out the magic in rocks. Or other things. “Perhaps next year, Josè.” She saw her father place a tender kiss on the other man’s lips and then quickly looked back down into the water. Oh, was that a fish?!
Zurich, Summer of 1973Charly sat on her bed in her room, her fingers playing with the white rock that hung from a necklace around her neck – the same white rock from that day her life had changed. Her trunk was packed and ready. Her new uniforms neatly folded inside, together with all the other things she would be needing in the far away castle. The wand, she’d gotten at the end of last summer, was tucked into her pocket. She’d not used it often so far. Lucan and also Billie had shown her a few spells, and taught her the basics about casting. He had made her read a few books, but Charly had just pretended to have read them. In truth, she had just looked through them, picking up a line here and there. Did she really need to read it all to be able to cast a spell? Not really.
"Are you ready? I will drop you at summer camp, so you can get to know everyone. I have talked with Billie, uhm Professor Dragomir for you now, and she will take you under her wing at the beginning of the term.” Charly frowned at that even though she liked her father’s friend and the mother of her grown siblings. “Great, special treatment. The others will like me right away.” Lucan smiled and nudged her off the bed. “Come on, you grouch. Let’s get going. Summer is waiting for you.”
Her hair, neatly braided today, did not move as she shook her head. “Can’t I stay? I know you’ll go back to Brazil soon. I’d much rather go with you!” A pleading look in her eyes usually did the trick with him, but apparently not today. He shook his head. “We all talked about this, Charly and we agreed that this is what is right for you, remember? You need friends, other teenagers, not lame old me or Adrian. You’ll like it there, I promise!” He pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her hair and Charly snuggled into him, like she had done from the moment she had started to trust him all those years back. She would miss him, but yes, she was ready for new adventures. And new exciting friends.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.House Request:Gryffindor or Slytherin
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.Option 2:It was the massive sneeze that got Charly’s attention. The girl looked up from her Magical Defense homework, which was not even half-way done and full of little stick figure drawings that were on fire. She had a feeling it would remain half-way done and she’d be in trouble with that grouchy man who taught the class. That was a worry for another time though. Now she had to investigate that almighty sneeze first. Where had it come from?
The second year got up and looked around until she spotted the culprit. It was some older bloke, currently rubbing his nose on his robe sleeves. Charly approached him curiously, staring, and smiled when he started talking to her. “I’m not staring,” she answered and continued to stare at him. “Are you allergisch— ähm..I mean..aller..gic?” Charly came even closer to him, her eyes round with wonder.
Would his face swell up now? Would his eyes bulge out? She’d seen something like this before, a long time ago. It had terrified her back then, but now she was just curious.
Charly bent down as he didn’t answer her right away, and plucked a few flowers out of the grass and tried to hold them into his face. “Your Gesicht* will look so funny when it swells up. Maybe besser* than it does now!” A sweet laugh came out of her and she waved the flowers in front of his nose. “Keine Sorge*. I know what to do if you can’t…breathe?” At least she thought that she did. Someone would come help her in case something went wrong, she was sure.
* Gesicht = face
*besser = better
*keine Sorge = no worries
Anything related to Billie and Adrian Dragomir in this app has been approved by the player.→ ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Nael Al-Azma, Nabih Al-Azma, Lucan McCoy (inactive)
How did you find us?:Magic?
