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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Phoebe Black
Birthday: August 28th, 1940
Hometown: London
Bloodline: The Purest
Magical Strength (pick one):Divination
Magical Weakness (pick one):Transfiguration
Year (pick two): Sixth! or 7th
Biography: Honestly, the life of Phoebe Black has been anything but dull thus far.
Rebellious, carefree, and spunky were the more tame adjectives she would use to describe herself. Growing up in a pureblood household her entire life would bring out the urge to break any and all rules she could get into her clutches. Of course, she loved her parents, despite knowing their evil doings to provide more wealth for the only child to inherit later. Her parents were well known in the wizarding community for being ruthless when it came to growing their business and empire. They bought out small companies and turned them around in their own favor. Phoebe learned from this method. There was nothing a little money and well connections couldn't get you. They never did go into specifics, though. The Black family had a certain dark aura around them
It didn’t matter; not really. They had more of a don’t ask, don’t tell motto, and that was perfectly fine with the blonde. She just simply applied that to her own personal life when it came to them trying to pry into her own business. Still, her parents trusted her immensely, despite the various activities she had been caught doing.
Very popular, as would most beautiful purebloods would be, Phoebe had more than her fair share of friends. She easily got along with others, and perhaps that’s why her parents tended to include in her the legal doings of their fortune. She was charismatic, good with words, and an excellent negotiator. Her parents were proud, confident in her skills to take care of herself, but that didn’t mean the ideals of an arranged marriage were up for debate.
No, she couldn’t get away from her pureblood duties so easily.
Still, she found some great friends and boys to play with at Hogwarts in the meantime.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Slytherin please!
Personality:Appearance:→ 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."
Honestly, rats and mice were nothing but vermin. Why anyone would want to keep one as a pet was beyond her. The only explanation she could give for it was that the owners of such disgusting creatures found home around such filth. They were good for snake food and that was about it. Just like their owners would serve their purpose and then be disposed of.
But she couldn't help looking over at the snot-nosed boy, nose wrinkled in disgust at the very sight of him. He was, without a doubt, vermin. And then he had the nerve to call her impolite while he infected the whole garden with the eyesore that was his entire presence. What a joke.
So she laughed, the icy sound penetrating the warm day. "It's not polite to ruin a perfectly good afternoon being a sniveling little prat. But here we are." → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Serena and Co
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