Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Maple Olivier

Birthday: 17 March 1955

Hometown: Henley-on-Thames, Oxfordshire

Bloodline:
Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): First (preferred) or Second

Biography:

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Maple stood at the top of the stairs, pressed firmly into the wall, clutching her stuffed bunny to her chest. Her mother and father had been acting quite strange for two days, and for the second night in a row they were up late furiously debating whether something Maple didn’t understand. She was only four, but she was perceptive enough to know there was an issue.

Emma and Felix had never been rattled like they were then. Nothing had ever concerned them so deeply or inspired so much discomfort that read so plainly upon their faces, and to see them that way was enough to scare Maple in a way she had never been scared before. Scared of the dark, scared of noises that came without warning, scared of shadows that danced across her wall, all of those things she’d felt. But seeing her parents scared was incomparable because they were the ones who always chased her fear away.

Who would chase their fear away?

Her, she supposed.

She walked slowly down the stairs, not wishing to make them creak as she did. Her parents didn’t notice her at first, but she analyzed them. They sat at the table, both hunched over a letter. They weren’t reading it, but rather discussing it intently. They were speaking in hushed voices, heavy tones, lost in a discussion that they didn’t seem to wish to be having. Maple didn’t want to interrupt them, but she also wanted to ensure they were okay.

”Hi,” she said, meekly.

Felix crunched the letter in his hand as he and Emma both turned around in tandem to look upon their little girl. Their faces were white as snow at first, but quickly washed with color as smiles turned up on their lips. Whether forced or genuine, they were bright and comforting despite the discomfort of the air around them. Felix reached forward and picked Maple up, sitting her gently on his lap.

”Why aren’t you asleep, ma chére?”

“You look scared.”

Felix looked across to his wife who looked back at him with concern. Emma reached forward and put her hand on Maple’s back, gently rubbing it up and down.

”Mon amour, we’re okay. We’re just having a talk about something is all. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Promise?”

”We promise. Why don’t you go upstairs and Papa and I will come up in a moment to tuck you in again?”

Felix gave her a squeeze and sat her down. She looked up at her parents again, not so sure whether or not she believed them. But what reason did they have to lie? None, she decided as she turned and went for the stairs, feeling a bit better.

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“Where does he go every summer, anyway?” Maple demanded, crossing her arms.

She demanded to know because she knew she’d be told. She was far too stubborn for any seven year old, at least that’s what her grandma said, and that meant Felix and Emma had long since given up on waiting out her curiosities. They knew that their silence would not make her desire to get an answer go away, only make it more insatiable.

Felix looked to Emma and Emma looked to him. They looked just as concerned as they had that night four years ago, though this time they knew it wouldn’t be so easy to send Maple back upstairs and away from their worry. Felix opened the cabinet and pulled from it a small bottle of amber liquid. He undid the cap and poured it back in one gulp. He looked then to his wife.

”What if she isn’t like Theo?” he asked her.

”If she isn’t, then she isn’t. But she’ll have to find out sometime. We can’t trust him to keep a secret much longer, he’s already almost told that boy from up the street. He’ll tell her sooner or later,” Emma answered.

“Tell me what?”

Felix sighed, running a hand back through his hair.

”Sit down, mon amour.”

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”I’m not asking you, I’m telling you Emma. He has no reason to be going to some boarding school, and I’m taking him back with me to go to real school like a normal child.”

Grandpa Raphel poured himself another drink, undeterred by the silence that filled the room. Every year he grew more and more angry that his daughter had decided to send his grandson to a boarding school rather than to the school he attended when he was a boy, reminding her of the disdain he carried for anyone who lived unmodestly.

”It’s what’s best for him,” Emma answered weakly.

”You’re teaching him to be spoiled and weak. All that those boarding schools do is teach those kids how to prance and preen and act as if they’re better than everyone. He needs to be in a real school, learning real things, with real kids, getting some hair on his chest. I will not stand for my only grandson being turned into a little girl. Is that what you want, boy? To be a preening little sissy of a boy?”

Theo sifted uncomfortably on the floor next to Maple. He didn’t respond, and she didn’t blame him.

Over and over and over again their parents reminded the both of them that nobody could ever know where Theo went to school, or why he went to school there. It could put them all at risk if anyone knew, including the rest of their family. They simply had to lie, but lying to a man like Raphael was easier said than done. So, Theo had tried to not lie at all. He met his grandfather with only silence.

Raphael was infuriated by it.

”I’m speaking to you, boy!”

Raphael stomped forward and grabbed his grandson by the arm, forcing him to his feet. Theo stood, head bowed, unwilling to look upon his grandfather.

”Look at me when I’m speaking to you,” Raphael demanded. Theo didn’t.

”Are they teaching you to be disrespectful in that sissy school of yours as well, boy?”

”Father, please, leave him-”

”I wasn’t speaking to you, Emma! Now, Theo. Answer me. Look at me. What is it they’re teaching you? You have once chance to answer.”

It was a chance Theo didn’t take, and he paid for it.

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”It’s alright, mon amour. It’s alright. It was an accident.”

Maple sat pressed against the head of her bed, knees brought up to her chest. Across from her, her dresser sat cracked and bent. She had been frustrated, that she remembered, but how had that happened? There was a flash of light, a crack, and her parents came rushing into her room.

”Theo did it too,” Felix assured her.

”They’ve told him that young witches and wizards sometimes accidentally use magic when they’re young. It comes with their feelings, they say. It’s out of their control, they don’t mean to, and it’s okay. You’ll go to school here soon to learn how to keep it from happening.”

Felix looked to his wife, who looked back at him, concerned. Concerned, but calm. Calm for her.

The second person in the house capable of magic.

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”Hurry now,” Felix said, pushing their luggage on a cart quickly down the platform.

They’d packed their home up into luggage, shoved it in their car, and had driven for hours under the cover of darkness. They’d ridden the whole way in silence, the fear of what could’ve happened (and really, what still could) weighing heavily over the top of them, keeping them subdued.

Theo was not normally so irresponsible, but his graduation had been too exciting an opportunity to miss. He and his friends had gone to celebrate his release from the boarding school they’d never known the details about. But did that matter to seventeen year old boys? Not when they were free to party to their heart’s content.

Theo had always had his moments of slipping up, but he’d been able to keep himself in line when it mattered. When Raphel stared him down, he kept his silence, and he paid for it. He knew the importance of secrecy, he knew the danger of honesty, he knew that what he was could only be known to those who were also like him. But teen boys did as teen boys did, and their minds had gone somewhere where logic simply wasn’t at a surplus.

He wasn’t sure, even as his mind returned to him in the sobering fear of the truth, how he’d done what he did. All that was known was that there had been a few spells casted and a few pieces of park equipment damaged. The boys Theo had been with seemed to off their heads to remember exactly what happened (in fact, not a one of them could explain the damage when Felix demanded to know). It would all likely be blamed on some hellion teens having gone too far in the end.

But Felix and Emma panicked. They feared that there would someday be questions that they didn’t have the answer to. They feared that this was just the first accident of many. They feared that Maple would join her brother in potentially exposing them. They had to get away.

And so they ran.

They ran without telling anyone where it was they were going. Not Raphel, not their friends, not anyone who could potentially go looking for them. As the train left the station, they left behind life as they had always known it and began speeding headfirst into the unknown.

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Their new house was not a home.

They had not settled in, they hadn’t had the time. As soon as they’d arrived, all efforts had been to ensure that their neighbors were far away from them and that Maple got a last minute spot secured at a school somewhere in Scotland. Her parents insisted that she needed to be educated, but she had to admit she’d not once been particularly enticed by it, especially not now.

Raphael had injected the slightest bit of venom into the sort of school she was bound for. Though he hadn’t known a thing about magic, his spite and his hatred for the preferential treatment he felt his grandson had been given had inadvertently casted the idea of magic and magical education in a bad light. And now, magic sat at the center of a migration they’d never meant to take.

Felix and Emma insisted that she needed to go to Hogwarts. Muggle school was not an option. Her accidental magic would continue to grow and someday it could be out of control, and they would have to pick up and flee once more. She’d stopped protesting, but her nerves were at an all time high.

Theo was rather quiet from the day they arrived. When he spoke, he only spoke like Raphel, believing that his gift was a curse. He echoed the sentiment that he simply wanted to be ordinary, unremarkable, and devoid of anything that made him notable. Maple didn’t quite feel that way, but she didn’t feel as if she was exactly thrilled with the idea of the secret now being passed onto her.

Whatever was to come from Hogwarts, she only hoped that she learned to embrace what it was that necessitated her entire life changing.


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

House Request: Slytherin please!

→ 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."

Roleplay Response:
Seeing rats coming and going didn’t seem to be a rare thing at Hogwarts, but it also certainly didn’t seem to be any less chaotic.

Of all the pets Maple had observed students around the castle caring for, the rats seemed to be the most difficult to reign in. It made sense, she thought. They were wiley little things and domesticating them seemed to be a thankless task, yet many continued giving it a good college try. Some did better than others. Most actually did better than the fifth year boy who was running all about the flowers and greenery attempting to catch his.

Maple had seen him coming from a ways off, but even with the warning she wasn’t prepared for the destruction that would come in his wake. Dirt, flowers, grass, all of it came flying up into the air as he trudged through the beds looking for the little escapee. She should’ve kept going on, leaving the boy to it, but she couldn’t pretend that the situation was at least a little funny.

It was like something out of a cartoon, that.

She laughed lightly to herself and watched the scene unfold, and took a step forward to offer her help in finding the rat. But it seemed that this boy was going to have none of that.

“Oh,” she said lightly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was just going to ask if you needed a bit of help? Four eyes and four hands are better than two.”


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