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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Nashira Nettlebed
Gender: Female
Age: 11 (born August 30th 1940)
Bloodline:Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Nope
Residence: Foxe Farm
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Nope
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Nope
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Marina Lamont, Leona Mathenjwa, Wit Northcutt
Biography: (100 words minimum.)December 23rd, 1951
Foxe Farm“I want to make a deal.” Said Nashira Nettlebed to her mother with utmost confidence as she set down her game of gobstones, ready to prepare it for play. “If I win-”
But before she could cut to the chase, Magda cut her off. “Oh, darling, I really don’t want to play that tonight.”
Lies. Mum didn’t want to play gobstones
ever. Nonetheless, Nashira narrowed her eyes and pouted her lips, clearly affronted. “Mum, this is important!” And it most certainly was; after only half a year at that dreadful school, the eleven year old had had her full of that damned place they called Hogwarts. She’d been nagged by portraits, kidnapped by staircases, and she was pretty sure a poltergeist had pulled her hair once. Not to mention, she seemed even more invisible there than she ever had at Foxe Farm and that was unacceptable.
When she’d left the damn place for the Christmas holidays, she’d brought a trunk full of everything she’d brought with her to the school at the start of the year and one clear goal in mind: to never, ever return. This game of gobstones was to be her ticket to freedom.
“Nashira-”
But now it was
her turn to interrupt. “No, mum! It’s my turn to talk.”
Mother and daughter stared each other down for a moment before Magda ultimately sighed and conceded. “Alright, go ahead.”
“If I win, I don’t have to go back to that godricforsaken school.”
“And if you lose?” Asked Magda, demonstrating her skepticism with the quirk of an eyebrow.
“I haven’t thought of that yet.” Admitted Nashira, shifting uneasily, her confident facade beginning to show its cracks.
Still, her mother responded with a fond and understanding smile. “Why don’t you want to go back?”
The whole place stinks!” Nashira exclaimed at once. “They make us wear those ugly uniforms, everyone is so damn loud all the time, someone said gobstones wasn’t cool,” (Outrageous!) “Half the teachers are sods and the other half are boring old bullies.” Done with her tirade, Nashira took a deep, calming breath. “I just want to work with someone who
gets me.”
“In that case,” Madga began after giving the matter some consideration. “I have a counter-proposal.”
Though dubious, Nashira nodded an indication to go ahead.
“How about we don’t play gobstones and you finish the school year at Hogwarts.” She lifted a hand to intercept her daughter’s imminent complaints. “Put those textbooks we bought to good use and in return, I’ll find you a suitable tutor.”
“Yes!” With a wide, toothy grin overtaking her features, Nashira could barely contain her joy. Again, for emphasis, she added another “yes!” and as an afterthought a “thanks mum!” before something else occurred to her. “I’d still like to play gobstones, though.”
Magda shook her head slowly. “Nashira, darling, you have all your sisters and cousins at your disposal who would all love nothing more than to play with those smelly marbles of yours. Quit while you’re ahead and go pester one of them instead.”
Heaving the smallest of sighs yet not daring to push the matter any further, Nashira shrugged. “Fine.” She promptly picked up her box of gobstones, relieved she hadn’t yet set it up, and proudly marched herself out of the room, off to search for the cousin most likely to indulge her with a game.
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:Quidditch wasn’t exactly Nashira’s cup of tea. An overwhelming fear of heights kept her safely grounded at all times. She couldn’t help but question the sanity of those who so recklessly launched themselves way up high into the sky. Did they know no self-preservation? Were they so keen to fall to their untimely deaths that they threw cursed iron balls into the mix? The whole thing made no sense at all.
She tried her best not to pay attention to the boys zooming above her head, playing some (barely) safer variant of the game. If she looked up, she knew, she’d get vertigo simply from imagining the view from their vantage point. Even the sound of them rushing past made her a slight bit dizzy. Nash considered making a detour for just a moment, but decided against it. This was the fastest route to Honeydukes and she absolutely refused to opt for a less efficient route.
"You! Do you want to play?"
Then again, a route was only efficient so long as it had no obstacles. This sudden interruption to what had been a very brisk walk definitely counted as an obstacle. Nashira stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the child letting her hair flip around to the opposite shoulder as she moved. She meant to be intimidating, to tell the little girl to get lost, but she stopped short and snickered when she saw the little broom she was carrying.
“Play? On that thing?” Incredulous as ever, Nashira gaped at the younger girl. Even if she did have time to waste playing with a toddler (Okay - maybe that was an exaggeration. But barely. Sort of barely. Whatever.) there wasn’t much she could do when she herself carried nothing more than a purse of sickles. “How?
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