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Miss Mori [ OOC Account ]
149 Posts  •  30  •  Bi-sexual
Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #45 on: December 05, 2019, 07:08:17 PM »
no problem! holidays are always brutal. <3

Mickie [ OOC Account ]
240 Posts  •  23
Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #46 on: December 08, 2019, 07:07:52 PM »
hiiii i'm here to request some post revivals whenever you have the time <33

if i could get the kay posts from this thread, that'd be great
message ids are:
1000841061
1000857411

obv there's no rush, whenever you can get to them
thank you

<33

done
« Last Edit: January 06, 2020, 12:15:10 AM by Daphne »


Kita [ OOC Account ]
330 Posts
Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #47 on: December 09, 2019, 05:58:04 AM »
Trying to go through all my bbys to fix their sheets in their profiles, and came to a halt with Lea's and Marja's because of the accent thingy :[ Cannot log into either, so if someone could help me out on this I would be eternally grateful and give you digital hugs forever <3333

Olivia [ Hogwarts Admin ]
3057 Posts  •  30 & flirty & thriving  •  she/her
Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #48 on: December 09, 2019, 08:57:26 AM »
Trying to go through all my bbys to fix their sheets in their profiles, and came to a halt with Lea's and Marja's because of the accent thingy :[ Cannot log into either, so if someone could help me out on this I would be eternally grateful and give you digital hugs forever <3333

@Kita I can change their display names for you! Will do it now!
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intermittently super busy, sorry!

Becca [ OOC Account ]
285 Posts
Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #49 on: December 09, 2019, 09:38:38 PM »
Hello! I'm just getting around to this now, but I'd greatly appreciate any of these posts being recovered, particularly as many of them are sheets that I only have partial (or even no) backups for.

Sandbox:
msg1588283 (Main post)
msg1000030398 (Abby's sheet)
msg1000189808 (Maddie's sheet)
msg1000510551 (Leo's sheet)
msg1000510555 (Caoimhe's sheet)
msg1000598663 (Rina's sheet)
msg1000621523 (Uxio's sheet)

Abby's Journal:
msg1000657479 (1999 journal entires)

I also can't seem to access Leo's old Classified ad, which should be here.

I know that's a lot to sort out, so if you could just prioritize Abby and Leo's sheets, that would be greatly appreciated. Thanks so much! <333

@Becca

Sandbox:
msg1588283 (Main post)
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(1588283, 131655, 23748, 1000866486, 'E V E R  ~ A F T E R | 28-year-old Healer (Becca\'s Box)', 'Becca', 'bookishlybecca@gmail.com', 1265317721, '216.185.253.130', 1, 1566185792, 'Becca', '[center][img]http://i62.tinypic.com/315xulj.jpg[/img]<br />[table][tr][td][size=8pt][color=#9a8c5e]Hello! Welcome to my sandbox, where all my big ideas on MH take shape! My name&#039;s Becca. I&#039;m 26,<br />and I live in Canada. Below are all my characters, most of which are currently unsorted/unfinished.<br />[color=#8E7A45](I&#039;m rather embarrassed to say that it took me over six years to finish my first two characters, Abby<br />and Maddie... &quot;Real life&quot; tends to get the better of me, so please excuse - and don&#039;t be surprised by -<br />[color=#82682D]my occasional disappearances.) Enjoy your stay and feel free to leave me a comment if you&#039;d like to <br />discuss possible character connections or plots/threads. I love to chat, so spam is always welcome too![/td]<br />[/tr]<br />[/table]<br /><br /><br />[img]http://i61.tinypic.com/2ebealg.jpg[/img]<br /><br /><br />[table]<br />[tr]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#9a8c5e][color=#03dbbe][b]Abigail Lawson[/b][/color]<br />[color=#775715]London, England[/color]<br />[i]14, Hufflepuff<br />Hogwarts[/i]<br /><br />[color=#775715]update • in • progress[/color]<br /><br />[b]Model:[/b] Jade Pettyjohn[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#9a8c5e][color=#03dbbe][b]Madeleine Girard[/b][/color]<br />[color=#775715]Viennimont, France[/color]<br />[i]17, Papillonisse<br />Beauxbatons[/i]<br /><br />[color=#775715]to • be • overhauled[/color]<br /><br />[b]Model:[/b] Nastya Kusakina[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#9a8c5e][color=#03dbbe][b]Leopold Emerson[/b][/color]<br />[color=#775715]London, England[/color]<br />[i]28, Healer<br />Sugar &amp; Spice[/i]<br /><br />[color=#775715]top • priority[/color]<br /><br />[b]Model:[/b] Andrew Stetson[/td]<br />[/tr][tr][td]<br /><br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#9a8c5e][color=#03dbbe][b]Caoimhe MacGrath[/b][/color]<br />[color=#775715]Ulster, Ireland[/color]<br />[i]17, Gryffindor<br />Hogwarts[/i]<br /><br />[color=#775715]up • next[/color]<br /><br />[b]Model:[/b] Haley Lu Richardson[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td]<br /><br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#9a8c5e][color=#03dbbe][b]‎Sébastien Bouchard[/b][/color]<br />[color=#775715]Hometown, France[/color]<br />[i]13ish, Ombrelune<br />Beauxbatons[/i]<br /><br />[color=#775715]in • the • future[/color]<br /><br />[b]Model:[/b] David Mazouz[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td]<br /><br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#9a8c5e][color=#03dbbe][b]Mirabai Kapoor[/b][/color]<br />[color=#775715]Leicester, England[/color]<br />[i]33, Hogwarts Librarian (?)<br />Hogwarts[/i]<br /><br />[color=#775715]in • the • future[/color]<br /><br />[b]Model:[/b] Deepika Padukone[/td]<br />[/tr][tr][td]<br /><br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#9a8c5e][color=#03dbbe][b]Uxío Portela[/b][/color]<br />[color=#775715]Ponteareas, Spain[/color]<br />[i]16, Bellefeuille<br />Beauxbatons[/i]<br /><br />[color=#775715]in • the • future[/color]<br /><br />[b]Model:[/b] --[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td]<br /><br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#9a8c5e][color=#03dbbe][b]Kaarina Kirkkomäki[/b][/color]<br />[color=#775715]Lieto, Finland[/color]<br />[i]17, Drakonya Krov<br />Durmstrang[/i]<br /><br />[color=#775715]on • hold[/color]<br /><br />[b]Model:[/b] G. Hannelius[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td]<br /><br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#9a8c5e][color=#03dbbe][b]‎Gwendolyn Shaw[/b][/color]<br />[color=#775715]Hometown, England[/color]<br />[i]30ish, Head of the DftRaCoMC (?)<br />Ministry of Magic[/i]<br /><br />[color=#775715]on • hold[/color]<br /><br />[b]Model:[/b] Janet Montgomery[/td][/tr][/table][/center]', 'xx', 190, 1, 4);

msg1000030398 (Abby's sheet)
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(1000030398, 131655, 16791, 1000860304, 'Abby &lt;3', 'Abigail Lawson', 'harrypotterfreak13@hotmail.com', 1295145848, '66.209.54.90', 1, 1558905170, 'Becca', '[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/08/05/IMG_1785.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][table][tr][td][b][size=8pt][color=#AC99D7]b e s t&nbsp; &nbsp; f r i e n d s[/color][/b]<br />[size=8pt][color=#9FC2DF]Jari Trickett (Jabby &lt;333)<br />Annika Toft (and still sorta Brietta Toft)<br />Aase Trickett-Cassoway<br />Holden Emerson<br />Billie Fay[/size]<br />[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#AC99D7][b]f r i e n d s[/b]<br />[color=#9FC2DF]Regina Reedington (&quot;Queen Reena&quot;)<br />Brynn Caines<br />Meredith Emerson (Quidditch Mentor)<br />Janne Tricket<br />Patience Blackstone<br />[/color][/td]<br />[/tr]<br />[tr][td][size=8pt][color=#AC99D7][b]a c q u a i n t a n c e s[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#9FC2DF]Aldous Cresswell<br />Carey Baisley<br />Meredith Howell<br />Murray Cowan[/size]<br />[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#AC99D7][b]e n e m i e s[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#9FC2DF]--<br /><br />[/size][/td][/tr]<br />[/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][table]<br />[tr]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#AC99D7][b]s h e e t&nbsp; &nbsp; c h a n g e s&nbsp;  (as of 05/23/2019)[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#9FC2DF]- corrected a few minor grammar and spelling mistakes<br />- aged her and her family/pets up a year<br />- increased her height and weight<br />- tweaked her General Appearance and Dressing Style<br />- rewrote parts of her GCTs<br />- added &quot;Plants/Herbology&quot; to her Likes (replacing &quot;Nature/Being Outside&quot;)<br />- replaced &quot;Solitude&quot; Like with &quot;Her Friends/Family&quot;<br />- updated &quot;Quidditch&quot; Like<br />- updated Dislikes (&quot;The Dark&quot; and &quot;Fire&quot;)<br />- condensed her Strengths and Weaknesses<br />- replaced Transfiguration with Herbology in her Strong Areas of Magic<br />- added Arithmancy to her Weak Areas of Magic (just to balance them out)<br />- added three new paragraphs to the end of her second year<br /><br />[color=#AC99D7][b]t o - d o:[/b][/color]<br />- write out entire third year<br />- write out the beginning of her fourth year<br />- use a new rp response (Quidditch tryout!)<br />[/td][/tr][/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][table]<br />[tr]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#AC99D7][b]f u t u r e&nbsp; &nbsp; p l o t / t h r e a d s&nbsp; &nbsp; i d e a s[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#9FC2DF]- Quidditch/flying! (Chaser)<br />- JABBY&lt;333!<br />- excitement over elective classes (CoMC &amp; Divination!)<br />- Hogsmeade weekends! (S&amp;S!!!)<br />- writing/reading/hanging out in the greenhouses<br />- fourth year girls/Hufflepuff hangouts! (picnics, etc.)<br />- something with the Tofts! (re-connecting?)<br />- new Brynn/Reena threads? (MP-related, mostly?)<br />- getting to know Aldous and Janne better! (through Jari?)<br />- bonding with Holden through one-on-one talks &lt;333[/td][/tr][/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/08/05/IMG_1785.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#fae6f5][color=#99d7e4][b]First Name:[/b][/color] Abigail<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Goes By:[/i][/color] Abby<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Nicknames:[/i][/color] Abb, Abbs (Usually only used by her father)<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Middle Name:[/b][/color] Anne<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Last Name:[/b][/color] Lawson<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Blood Status:[/b][/color] Halfblood<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Mother:[/i][/color] Muggleborn<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Father:[/i][/color] Halfblood<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Nationality:[/b][/color] English<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Spoken Languages:[/b][/color] <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Native:[/i][/color] English<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Place of Birth:[/b][/color] Queen&#039;s Park, London, England<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Age/Date of Birth:[/b][/color] 14 / May 15<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Zodiac:[/i][/color] Taurus<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Approved Special Features:[/b][/color] --[/color][/size]<br /><br /><br />[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/08/05/A6236F89-F152-42EA-A0E6-34B86019F3A2-72172-00002C99302C4797.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#fae6f5][color=#99d7e4][b]Eyes:[/b][/color] Abby&#039;s eyes are her most striking facial feature. They are a subtle dark grey, with flecks of gold around her pupils. They are also slightly smaller than normal and almond-shaped. The 14-year-old has very fine eyelashes, which are surprisingly noticeable due to her pale skin. Her eyebrows are thin and curve around her eyes.<br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Hair:[/b][/color] Abby&#039;s hair is a dirty blonde, almost brown, colour. It is fairly thick, with many waves and curls near the ends. The young girl likes to keep her hair long, with it reaching at least the middle of her back much of the time. She has virtually no bangs, which she favours, as they tend to just get in the way. The Hufflepuff prefers to wear her hair down, but she will wear it up on occasion too, as it can be quite difficult to work with. When it is being particularly unruly, she’ll put it in either a simple ponytail or braid.<br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Height:[/b][/color] 4&#039;8&quot;<br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Weight:[/b][/color] About 95 pounds<br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][b]General Appearance:[/b][/color] Abby has small, dark grey eyes that really pop off her face due to her pale, creamy complexion. Also because of this, and due to the fact that the teenager&#039;s face is heart-shaped, her chin is very prominent. Her eyebrows and eyelashes are also quite conspicuous. She has a fairly wide forehead, which is hinted at even more by her dirty blonde hair. Although her ears are fairly small, they still stick out slightly. The 14-year-old&#039;s nose is short, thick, and slightly pointy, and her lips are thin and long, causing her mouth to look quite a bit larger than it actually is, especially when she smiles. Abby has a very infectious smile that reaches her eyes and instantly lights up her face, which makes it almost impossible for others around her not to smile as well. Along with almost everything else about the Hufflepuff, she has a rather petite frame. She is slightly shorter and lighter than average, though she has gained a decent amount of muscle over the last year or two due to her flying and playing Quidditch regularly.<br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Dressing Style:[/b][/color] Abby tends to not think too much about what she wears. She just tries to keep things simple and wear things that seem to go well together. She goes more for comfort than for looks, which is why she rather dislikes having to constantly wear robes. The blonde-haired witch finds them to be quite impractical. She, therefore, willingly wears muggle clothing whenever she&#039;s at home or actually has to impersonate a muggle. Abby considers them to be much more comfortable than most cloaks and robes. When the teenager does wear wizarding attire, it is usually only when she&#039;s going out and about in the wizarding world or when she&#039;s at school. Other than that, the young girl likes to wear fun, flowery dresses (with tights/leggings in the colder months), skirts with matching blouses, or a nice pair of trousers with a t-shirt or jumper. Shoe wise, Abby usually wears flats or a simple dressy shoe. She hates trainers or any other footwear that is similar as she feels they are quite tacky. She doesn&#039;t really accessorize much, but she almost always wears a gold heart-shaped locket that used to belong to her muggle grandmother, which was a gift from her mum for her 8th birthday.[/color][/size]<br /><br /><br />[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/08/05/43EE3C4D-9956-43E0-B880-C71A8C6330D5-72172-00002C99503E2D25.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#fae6f5][color=#99d7e4][b]General Character Traits:[/b][/color] Abby is, for the most part, a very [color=#ac99d7][i]introverted[/i][/color] young witch. She&#039;s not very outgoing or sociable, especially around people she doesn&#039;t know very well. The small blonde is, therefore, quite [color=#ac99d7][i]quiet[/i][/color] and [color=#ac99d7][i]shy[/i][/color] much of the time, only truly feeling comfortable around those she trusts and holds dear. The 14-year-old has started to really come out of her shell the past couple of years though, due to her making a fair few good friends in both her year and house, and she now thoroughly enjoys socializing and spending time with each and every one of them. The Hufflepuff still [color=#ac99d7][i]values her alone time,[/i][/color] of course, where she can read and write in peace, but she always looks forward to seeing her classmates again. To the point where she&#039;s even started to not only purposefully, but also frequently, seek them out herself, particularly when she&#039;s in the mood to go work in the greenhouses or play some Quidditch.<br /><br />Abby is a [color=#ac99d7][i]follower,[/i][/color] through and through. She likes to let others take charge and make most of the big decisions, when and wherever possible. Her dislike of taking on the leadership role is far from laziness however. The blonde-haired witch is really very [color=#ac99d7][i]hardworking,[/i][/color] especially when she has her heart set on something. She tends to have a [color=#ac99d7][i]good work ethic[/i][/color] because of this and rarely has any issues completing her necessary tasks. If someone is planning anything that may result in future punishment however, Abby&#039;s out of there in a flash. She greatly [color=#ac99d7][i]shies away from any wrongdoing,[/i][/color] as she hates yelling and arguments, specifically when they involve her in any way. This keeps the teenager always on the lookout for anything that may either get her into trouble or upset someone and has caused her to become quite the [color=#ac99d7][i]over-thinker,[/i][/color] with the tendency to often second guess herself and her abilities.<br /> <br />The 14-year-old is a [color=#ac99d7][i]good listener.[/i][/color] This is partly because she&#039;s not much of a talker and, therefore, doesn’t generally have the urge to constantly interrupt the person she&#039;s having a conversation with, but it’s mostly due to Abby genuinely enjoying hearing others&#039; thoughts, worries, and opinions. She’s really a rather [color=#ac99d7][i]curious[/i][/color] young witch, and she has the tendency to wonder about everyone and everything she comes in contact with. She just likes knowing things, really - from a commonly used spell to one of her friend’s favourite foods. Because of this, the small blonde could be described as both [color=#ac99d7][i]kind[/i][/color] and [color=#ac99d7][i]thoughtful,[/i][/color] and usually, with the right person, she is able to have a meaningful conversation and help them (or herself) sort out their thoughts and feelings. This is also how one knows who Abby is particularly close to or fond of, as she will only have these heart-to-heart talks with people she truly cares about. Likewise, the Hufflepuff is very [color=#ac99d7][i]trustworthy[/i][/color] and [color=#ac99d7][i]loyal[/i][/color] with those she holds dear. You&#039;ll never catch her talking behind her friends’ backs or telling others their secrets. She takes her relationships seriously.<br /> <br />Abby may look sweet and innocent on the outside, but she can be quite [color=#ac99d7][i]stubborn[/i][/color] when she wants to be. The young girl dislikes being forced into anything she really doesn&#039;t want to do, but she will also stick to something once she&#039;s started it, even if people say she should stop or give up. She&#039;s [color=#ac99d7][i]not a quitter.[/i][/color] The teenager is usually also very [color=#ac99d7][i]patient,[/i][/color] and she likes to take her time doing things. Some people (i.e. her father) tend to call her a slowpoke, but she always just sees herself as being 100% thorough and dedicated to whatever it is that she&#039;s doing. <br /> <br />The blonde-haired witch is rather [color=#ac99d7][i]mature[/i][/color] for her age. She doesn&#039;t really like to goof around, though she will still have a good laugh with her friends every so often. The 14-year-old is quite [color=#ac99d7][i]logical[/i][/color] and [color=#ac99d7][i]down-to-earth,[/i][/color] and she likes to think things through and explore all her options before doing anything big or important. Abby&#039;s also fairly reasonable and [color=#ac99d7][i]easy to work with,[/i][/color] as she doesn&#039;t hold grudges or get overly upset with anyone that often. She&#039;s a good friend to have around, basically.<br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Likes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Animals:[/i][/color] Abby adores all animals (from both the muggle and wizarding worlds), so when she doesn&#039;t feel like being around other humans, the Hufflepuff will often seek out four-legged creatures instead. Her chosen companions usually end up being her family’s cats, Sophie and Moses, when she’s at home, or her own cat, Casper, when she’s at school. She will also occasionally take a trip up to Hogwarts’ Owlery to visit all of the owls that live there.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Reading:[/i][/color] The teenager loves to read. Her maternal grandmother and mum both grew up in the muggle world and were told muggle stories and fairy tales as children. Abby grew up hearing them too. Her mother used to read to her every night before she fell asleep, telling her stories about all sorts of characters and their adventures - like Cinderella and Peter Pan. The small blonde has become an avid reader because of this. She enjoys all genres of muggle fiction books but frequently ends up reading purely wizarding books these days, now that she&#039;s well past the age of being able to read on her own. She&#039;ll always have a soft spot for her muggle fairytales though, of course.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Writing:[/i][/color] In the last few years, Abby has found that she really enjoys writing. She occasionally gets inspired enough to write a poem or even a simple short story, but the young girl tends to put most of her time and energy into her daily journal entries, where she methodically documents all of her thoughts and ideas. She often writes in her spare time, when she&#039;s not in the mood to read or be around her friends.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Plants/Herbology:[/i][/color] One of Abby&#039;s more recently discovered hobbies is caring for plants. When the new, special greenhouse appeared around the beginning of her third year at Hogwarts, the 14-year-old made a habit of spending quite a bit of time in it, helping Professor Ajay look after the magical plants or just doing some general studying. Herbology has become one of her favourite classes over the past couple of years as well and she&#039;s excited to learn more about it in the future.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Swimming:[/i][/color] In the summertime, Abby practically lives in the pond located behind her family’s house. She thoroughly enjoys being in the water and even though the lake isn&#039;t the cleanest place to swim, she doesn&#039;t mind much. The Hufflepuff just loves the water and, weirdly, finds the mushy surface of the bottom of the lake satisfying, when she sticks her toes into it.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Skating:[/i][/color] Like swimming, Abby owes her love of skating to the pond located on her family&#039;s property. She&#039;s spent many cold, wet winter mornings shuffling and gliding around the small body of water. The blonde-haired witch still falls fairly frequently, but she’s much better and steadier on her feet than she used to be. The teenager just loves the feeling and motion of skating. Even falling can be fun at times for her, though it does start to get rather painful after a while.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Her Friends/Family:[/i][/color] Abby deeply cherishes everyone she&#039;s able to call either a family member or friend. She&#039;s grown very close with a few of her year and housemates at Hogwarts over the years, and she absolutely adores her parents, grandparents, and little brother. The young girl can&#039;t imagine her life without any of them in it, and she&#039;s very thankful for everything each and every one of them has done for her.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Quidditch:[/i][/color] The 14-year-old has become quite the flyer and Quidditch player as of late. She&#039;s always loved watching Quidditch, but it was only after receiving some persistent encouragement and serious coaching from her father a while back that the Hufflepuff realized she actually had the passion and capabilities to play the wizarding sport herself. Having made the badger&#039;s reserve team last school year, she&#039;s now determined to be made a member on her house&#039;s main team this year.<br />&nbsp;  <br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Yelling/Arguing:[/i][/color] Abby can&#039;t stand when others around her are yelling or arguing, especially when it has something to do with her. She considers any kind of dispute upsetting, as it means people aren&#039;t exactly pleased with one another, and the small blonde likes when everyone is happy and getting along. She is just very fond of being in a calm and peaceful environment.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Breaking Rules:[/i][/color] The teenager gets very uncomfortable when she is doing, or is likely to do, something that may get her into trouble, as she loves getting praised and being seen highly by her parents, elders, and teachers. She, therefore, tends to stay far away from people and situations that could get her frowned upon.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Interruptions:[/i][/color] Abby generally likes to be left alone when she is reading, writing, or doing something else that requires her undivided attention. The young girl can get quite uncharacteristically irritable if she&#039;s distracted by someone or something else for an extended period of time while in the middle of a task that she really needs or wants to complete.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Mean/Prejudiced People:[/i][/color] Abby cannot tolerate anyone who says or does hurtful things to other people. She is particularly adamant about this in regards to those who are prejudiced against muggles and muggleborns, as they are an important part of her heritage, and the 14-year-old feels when people say or do bad things to them they are directly impacting her and her family.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Crowds:[/i][/color] Large groups of people, like breaking rules, make Abby very uncomfortable. She feels overwhelmed and even a little claustrophobic when she is surrounded by an abundance of bodies. The noise and high activity level is something the Hufflepuff just cannot stand.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Dark Wizards/Death Eaters:[/i][/color] Abby has a great dislike and fear of any sort of dark or evil wizards and witches. She believes that all wizarding folk practicing the Dark Arts and committing crimes could have previously been in league with “You-Know-Who”, and therefore had a part to play in the War and the blonde-haired witch’s mother going to Azkaban. Before coming to Hogwarts, the teenager considered all Slytherins to be from families made up of “You-Know-Who’s” followers and therefore was just as scared and distrustful of them as the full-blown, adult dark wizards and witches. After coming to know a few of her yearmates in the green and silver house however, Abby realized that she’d been mistaken and that some truly good people do come from Slytherin, just like any of the other houses at the wizarding school. She isn’t quite so quick to judge them now, but the young girl is still fairly guarded when she meets a snake for the first time.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]The Dark:[/i][/color] With everything that happened to Abby during her second year at Hogwarts, she has become rather wary of the dark, specifically nighttime. She no longer has disturbing nightmares and she&#039;s not nearly as scared to go outside at night as she used to be, but the small blonde does still prefer to be with other people after the sun sets and is slightly nervous whenever she has to leave her common room or house after dark too. <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Fire:[/i][/color] After getting badly burned during the Beginning-of-Term for her second year at Hogwarts, Abby is now very cautious whenever she&#039;s around any source of fire, large or small. She has grown, over time, to be much more comfortable around open flames again, such as the fireplace in her house&#039;s common room, and the 14-year-old is able to properly cook and bake regularly with her mum once more, but the feel of a fire burning still bothers her quite a bit and she gets rather anxious whenever she smells smoke as well.<br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Habits/Mannerisms:[/b][/color] Abby [color=#ac99d7][i]bites her lip[/i][/color] when she’s nervous or upset about something, sometimes even to the point that it bleeds. It’s especially bad in the wintertime when her lips are constantly dry and chapped. She will also occasionally [color=#ac99d7][i]stutter[/i][/color] when she’s talking to someone, if she’s nervous about the topic being discussed or just doesn’t know the person very well. The Hufflepuff tends to [color=#ac99d7][i]blush[/i][/color] and [color=#ac99d7][i]look down at her feet[/i][/color] when she’s feeling shy or embarrassed. She usually does this when she doesn’t know what to say to someone or feels as though she’s made a fool of herself (through something she either did or said). The teenager will occasionally [color=#ac99d7][i]wring her hands[/i][/color] together when she’s particularly uncomfortable or worried about something, sometimes [color=#ac99d7][i]pacing[/i][/color] or [color=#ac99d7][i]fidgeting[/i][/color] while doing so. <br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Strengths:[/b][/color] Abby is the type of person who likes to take her time and really enjoy life. She is very [color=#ac99d7][i]patient[/i][/color] when it comes to certain things, especially with activities she loves doing. The blonde-haired witch will really stop and take an extra moment or two to do something to the best of her ability. This is partly why she is so [color=#ac99d7][i]hardworking.[/i][/color] The 14-year-old is also very willing to truly set aside other things to make time for her friends when they need her. This shows just how [color=#ac99d7][i]dependable[/i][/color] she is, and is what makes her such a [color=#ac99d7][i]good listener.[/i][/color] When Abby forms a bond with someone, she is with them for the long haul. She&#039;d do anything for them. The young girl’s need to be the best friend she can be shows how [color=#ac99d7][i]caring[/i][/color] and [color=#ac99d7][i]reliable[/i][/color] she is too. The last thing she&#039;d ever want to do to her friends would be to betray their trust, particulalrly when the Hufflepuff finds trust to be such an important part of any good relationship.<br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color] The teenager is a very [color=#ac99d7][i]shy[/i][/color] and [color=#ac99d7][i]introverted[/i][/color] person. It takes her a little while to warm up to new people and places. She needs to feel as though she can trust someone before she really begins to build a relationship with them. Because Abby has such a fearful, anxious side to her personality, she easily [color=#ac99d7][i]overthinks[/i][/color] things. This paranoia causes the small blonde to constantly be on edge and worrying about what&#039;s going to happen next and it, overall, makes her life much more stressful than it needs to be. The 14-year-old’s highly [color=#ac99d7][i]inquisitive[/i][/color] nature also allows her to get too wrapped up in things at times, whether it be wondering for far too long about something someone has said to her or following another student around the castle or grounds just to see where they’re going.[/color][/size]<br /><br /><br />[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/08/05/93B3EF8C-637A-42AD-99CE-6CF101111242-72172-00002C9940106FD6.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#fae6f5][color=#99d7e4][b]Mother:[/b][/color] Emily Lawson (nee Walters)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Age:[/i][/color] 35<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Muggleborn<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Former House:[/i][/color] Hufflepuff<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Housewife <br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Father:[/b][/color] Edmund (Ed) Lawson<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Age:[/i][/color] 37 <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Halfblood<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Former House:[/i][/color] Gryffindor<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Ministry of Magic Official in the Department of Magical Transportation: Portkey Office <br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Siblings:[/b][/color] <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Brother:[/i][/color] Oliver (Ollie) Lawson, 6<br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Background Story:[/b][/color][/size]<br /><br /><br />[center] [img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/08/05/C3AFAF33-39F2-467B-8494-640CE4F587BC-72172-00002C9928576ABD.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#fae6f5]Emily Walters was born into a normal, everyday middle-class muggle family. She grew up in a small, quaint muggle town in the heart of England, where everyone knew everyone and secrets were hardly ever kept. Emily was the first known witch in a long line of muggles. Though no one in her family knew this at first. Not even Emily. The young girl always figured the strange occurrences that seemed to happen around her were just coincidental. It wasn&#039;t until she received her Hogwarts letter that she realized the peculiar things were actually magically-based. Emily&#039;s parents, Sarah and David, were completely awestruck when they found out their daughter was a witch and that there was a whole other world out there they had never even known about. It was a world that contained an assortment of creatures and objects alike that they had grown up believing were merely imaginary and mythical in nature.<br /><br />Edmund Lawson, or Ed as he preferred to be called, had a very normal childhood. At least for a young wizard growing up in a mostly muggle town. His family was always well respected in their community due to his father, Tom, having a job higher up in one of the bigger muggle manufacturing companies in the area. With his dad being a muggle and all, this was seen as perfectly ordinary to the public, even well thought of, but they had no idea that Ed&#039;s mum, Rachel, was actually a witch and that Ed himself would grow up to become a rather gifted wizard and go off to a school where he would learn all about the magical world.<br /><br />Because of the two-year age difference, Emily and Ed didn&#039;t meet during their first year, like many other Hogwarts sweethearts. It wasn&#039;t until Emily was in her third year, on her first Hogsmeade visit, that the two officially met. Ed was in his fifth year and had only gone on the visit due to his dormmates pestering him endlessly until he’d agreed to go. The young Gryffindor had never really enjoyed going to the entirely wizarding village. Sure, he had been mesmerized by it at first - especially after growing up in the muggle world - but after seeing all there was to see and going to all the shops and places a few times, the appeal of the village wore off for Ed. He had hardly even bothered to go much during his fourth year, so going during his fifth had been completely out of the question. At least until his friends wouldn&#039;t stop badgering him about it.<br /><br />Emily and Ed had history before that monumental Hogsmeade visit though. Emily first set eyes on Ed on her first night at Hogwarts, during the Beginning-of-Term feast. She had been one of the last to be sorted, and after having only sat down at her house&#039;s table for a couple of minutes the feast began. She was caught off guard slightly, after the delicious-looking food suddenly appeared all around her. As the young witch hurried to fill her plate, worried that the food would vanish as quickly as it had appeared, she caught a glimpse of the teenaged Gryffindor boy out of the corner of her eye. He was laughing heartily with his housemates and Emily was immediately drawn to him for reasons she wouldn&#039;t understand until her third year, on that unforgettable day when she finally met him. Emily had two brothers, both of whom were younger than she was, so older boys were rather foreign to her and she usually avoided them altogether, as they tended to intimidate her. There was something about Ed though, and even his group of housemates, that fascinated her. She, unknowingly, found herself staring at the older wizard at that moment, and it wasn&#039;t until one of her newly made first year friends asked her what she was looking at that she was able to look away.<br /><br />For unknown reasons to both parties involved, Emily and Ed seemed to bump into one another fairly frequently over the next two years. No words ever passed between them, and Emily always hurried off in the opposite direction after a few awkward moments of silence, but the encounters only left the two more curious about each other. Ed and his group of friends, who he always seemed to be in the company of, grew to recognize the Hufflepuff girl. The older wizard’s companions often teased her. They liked to bug both Ed and Emily about how frequently they seemed to meet in the corridors, but neither of them ever replied to the snarky comments. Ed never teased Emily himself, but he didn&#039;t try to stop his friends from teasing her either, which left her feeling very confused about the whole situation. The young witch eventually tried to take different routes to her classes, but the Gryffindor boy always still seemed to &quot;find&quot; her.<br /><br />By the time Emily&#039;s third year came around, she had stopped trying to consider ways out of having to see Ed and his companions. She was now able to walk by them or even be near them for extended periods of time without losing her head. It had almost become a game for the teenaged witch whenever she encountered them, one in which she had mastered. She and Ed would now often share a look or smile whenever they passed by each other, and Emily felt as though she knew him, even though they were hardly even acquaintances, let alone friends, as they had only ever spoken a couple of simple greetings to one another.<br /><br />On the morning of the first Hogsmeade visit of that year, Ed&#039;s dormmates dragged him out of bed and forced him to go with them to the village he had now grown bored of. It was a crisp fall morning, which only made the Gryffindor boy that much more reluctant to go. He ran ahead of his group of friends, anxious to get inside out of the cold, but as he hurried into the Three Broomsticks, he toppled right into someone. Ed was about to yell at whoever had gotten in his way, as he was already in a foul mood, but stopped mid-shout as he spotted who he had rammed into. Emily stared up at him, her look of surprise turning quickly to one of slight amusement. The older wizard smiled and made a split second decision, to finally break the ice and have an actual conversation with this Hufflepuff girl he had grown so interested in over the past two years. They grabbed a table together, Ed getting them each a Butterbeer, and for that one hour, he completely ignored his dormmates. Emily and Ed had the conversation they had both been waiting to have for ages. They immediately connected and became fast friends. They began dating in Ed&#039;s last year and about a year after Emily finished hers, they were married.[/color][/size]<br /><br /><br />[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/08/05/947A308C-6B25-49EC-B24A-4EDDBDB3561C-72172-00002C9948351041.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#fae6f5]Though both Ed and Emily&#039;s parents weren&#039;t exactly thrilled at the prospect of them getting married at such a young age, they knew that younger marriages weren&#039;t completely uncommon in the wizarding world, so they didn&#039;t put up too much of a fuss after the initial announcement of their children&#039;s engagement. The two families quickly grew quite close and they soon were getting in contact with one another on a regular basis.<br /><br />Emily and Ed moved to London soon after getting married, knowing it would be the best place, for Ed at least, to find work. They planned to raise their family in both a muggle and wizarding environment, wanting to keep their muggle heritages alive. Ed managed to obtain a job rather quickly, in the Ministry of Magic, after looking around for small muggle or wizarding positions in local companies and businesses for a few weeks. He was placed in the Department of Magical Transportation, working as an assistant to one of the higher up employees. He was eventually promoted to head of the Portkey Office, though that was only after several years of hard work and dedication.<br /><br />Emily began her working career in little, independent shops and businesses around London, working as a clerk or server mainly. She planned to eventually find a position in the Ministry, like her husband, but 3 years into their marriage the young woman became pregnant with their first child. Abigail Anne Lawson was born on a rainy spring morning and both Ed and Emily adored her from the moment they set eyes on her. A couple of months after her daughter’s arrival, Emily made the decision that she would become a true housewife, staying at home full-time to care for her family, and let Ed be the sole provider.<br /><br />Abby was a fairly quiet and reserved baby, hardly ever crying or making much of a fuss. She spent most of her time awake looking at everything around her and seemed rather intrigued by even the littlest of things. This became even more evident when the petite blonde grew older. She was especially fascinated by the outside world and Emily would often take her outside while Ed was at work.<br /><br />It wasn&#039;t until Abby was four years old that she showed any sign of having magical abilities. Her mother had taken her outside to play on a sunny, summer afternoon, and the blonde-haired witch ended up wandering off, having gotten distracted by a rather colourful butterfly. The butterfly eventually flew up and landed in one of the smaller - though still fairly tall - trees in the yard and Abby somehow managed to climb up after it. She then reached out in an attempt to grab the butterfly, leaning precariously away from the trunk of the tree, and lost her grip. She pelted towards the ground, but instead of painfully landing near the base of the tree, she found herself standing upright, completely unscathed. The young girl would have normally cried in such a scary situation, but she was so shocked that she just ran straight to her mum and told her what had happened.<br /><br />As Abby grew older, she began to spend more and more time by herself. She grew to love reading and writing just as much as her mother and soon started to read as often as she could. The little witch never really made any friends, which concerned her parents slightly, but not enough to cause them to take any action. They knew their daughter would be heading off to Hogwarts when she turned eleven, and they were sure she&#039;d make plenty of friends then.<br /><br />Emily and Ed began to notice things changing in the wizarding world and knew that a war was likely coming. It was rumoured that &quot;You-Know-Who&quot; had returned only a few months after Abby turned seven, though the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and co. denied it. Ed and Emily could both see though that things were changing for the worse, and that it was more than likely that &quot;You-Know-Who&quot; and his followers were behind it. (Sirius Black, a rumoured supporter of &quot;He Who Must Not Be Named,&quot; had escaped from Azkaban only the year before after all.) This left them both feeling very worried, for they knew, having grown up when he had been around the last time, that they were headed for nothing but chaos and terror to all those who were against him. Abby could see that something was going on but she didn&#039;t understand what it was. She noticed that her parents were on edge constantly, but whenever she asked what was wrong, they always said it was nothing for her to worry about. This, of course, didn&#039;t leave her feeling any better.<br /><br />The next year continued in the same way, though Abby and her family could tell things were getting even worse. People began to go missing and the atmosphere at the Ministry was far from pleasant, according to Abby&#039;s dad. An uprising from &quot;You-Know-Who&quot; and his followers was being rumoured throughout all of the Departments and abolishing of Dumbledore, Hogwarts, and Harry Potter had been going on for quite some time.<br /><br />A couple of months prior to “You-Know-Who” being officially announced to have returned, Abby&#039;s younger brother, Oliver, was born. Abby&#039;s parents had prepared her well for what was to come. She knew that they wouldn&#039;t have as much time for her after he was born, but the small blonde took it all in stride. Her parents, and even her grandparents, had never overly spoilt her, so she was fine sharing all of her things - even her time with her parents - with her new little brother. Emily and Ed were torn about the arrival of their son. On the one hand, they were overjoyed to have a new addition to their family and a sibling for Abby to play with, but they felt rather guilty for bringing a new life into the world at such a dangerous and scary time. They feared that their son would not have a very happy or healthy upbringing, now that it seemed that “He Who Must Not Be Named” had, indeed, returned.<br /><br />The summer that followed Oliver’s birth and the return of &quot;You-Know-Who&quot; was not a pleasant one for Abby or her family. Muggleborns had started to be seen as lesser witches and wizards than purebloods, or even halfbloods. In the past, pureblood wizarding families had somewhat secretly ridiculed them, but now they were being much more publicly scoffed. The Ministry was interrogating as many &quot;Mudbloods&quot; as they could find, in order to identify their heritage and magical history. Emily knew that she was in serious danger of being called in and sent to Azkaban, as so many others already had been.<br /><br />Dumbledore was announced dead the summer Abby turned nine and after only a few, short weeks, the Ministry fell. &quot;You-Know-Who” had already been reaping havoc for months in both the wizarding and muggle worlds however. Dumbledore&#039;s death was only the beginning of the horrific changes that were becoming known as part of &quot;He Who Must Not Be Named’s&quot; plans. Diagon Alley grew deserted and many of the Ministry workers were terrified to go to work, knowing they could be harmed or even killed at any moment. Many wizarding families had already lost at least one member of their household and Abby was constantly worried about losing one or both of her parents, and even her grandparents, as they were no longer safe either.<br /><br />Abby was no longer allowed to go outside, so she tended to spend much of her time in her bedroom, attempting to calm her nerves by reading or writing. The day finally came though that the blonde-haired witch and her parents had been dreading. Abby’s mother was requested to come to the Ministry with Ed one morning, for questioning about her heritage. Emily knew that she could go into hiding, as many other muggleborns had, but she was worried that her family would pay the price for such an action, so she did as she was told and went into the Ministry with her husband. Abby was left at home with her baby brother. She was now old enough to understand what was really going on and the small girl knew that it was likely that she may not see her mum again for a very long time. Abby&#039;s worst fear was realized when her father returned home that night, alone. Emily had been sent to Azkaban for the belief that she had only been pretending to be a witch and had no real magical abilities at all. The young witch and her family spent the next few months in a complete state of grief. They feared that they would never see Emily again.<br /><br />Abby grew up much faster over the next year than any 9-year-old should have. She took up many of her mother&#039;s duties, including looking after her 1-year-old brother, while her dad was at work. She became even more withdrawn and reserved than she&#039;d previously been, as her father hardly talked anymore either. Ed was forced to keep going to work, but he gave up keeping the sorrow and hurt off of his face at home once Abby began to see through it. The small blonde tried her best to keep her younger brother busy, but even he was affected by the War, as he often cried and asked for “Mama”. And though she attempted to not let it show, Abby felt terribly sad a lot of the time herself. She could only take refuge in her books and wonder if her little brother would grow up without really knowing who “Mama” was.<br /><br />News came back from the Ministry one day however that Harry Potter and his friends were on the run, trying to find a way to defeat &quot;You-Know-Who&quot; and end the War. And only a few months later, more news came that a massive battle had broken out at Hogwarts with Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix at the center of it. Abby and her dad grew to have hope that the War was finally going to come to an end, and after only a day or so their hope was realized, as it was announced that Harry Potter had finally defeated &quot;You-Know-Who&quot; for good and the War was, indeed, over! Emily and all the other surviving muggleborns were released from Azkaban shortly after this and many tears, hugs, and even laughs were shared as they were welcomed home by their family members and friends. Abby could do nothing but smile, with tears in her eyes, as her mum held her and Oliver for what seemed like hours after being brought home by Ed.<br /><br />Abby spent the next couple of weeks enjoying the summer, reading and playing outside with her younger brother for the first time in months. After those initial, blissful weeks though, reality sunk in. Everything was different now. Abby, being only ten, had naively thought that everything would go back to the way it had been before the War, once “You-Know-Who” was gone and her mother had returned. But, of course, the young witch was wrong. The War had changed both her parents, and even herself - though at the time she didn’t realize it. Even her grandparents called and visited much more frequently than they&#039;d used to, which Abby and her brother liked, but the young girl knew their visiting more often wouldn’t have occurred if the War hadn’t have happened.<br /><br />Nevertheless, Abby, her brother, and even her father soon grew adjusted to their new “normal”. Ed had begun to enjoy going to work again and even usually ended up staying later to help with some of the extra jobs that needed doing, as many of them hadn’t been done properly since before the War. Emily, on the other hand, wasn’t faring nearly as well. She had suffered greatly from her time in Azkaban and Abby could obviously see that she wasn’t herself. Emily often appeared to be on edge and the blonde-haired witch frequently awoke at night to her mum’s screams. Through constant love and reassurance from her family though, Emily did eventually begin to recover. It wasn’t until the next spring, however, a few months before Abby turned eleven, that Emily felt secure enough to truly venture from the house and take a trip with her children to her parent’s house in the country.<br /><br />Abby’s 11th birthday arrived at a time that was much happier for her and her family. It was nearing the first anniversary of the end of the War and the entire wizarding world was in a state of growth and bliss. The young girl also knew that she would be heading off to Hogwarts in the fall and was looking forward to it more than she had ever expected to. Abby was still very nervous about it, as she&#039;d never really been apart from both her parents at once, but she hoped that she’d be so busy with her classes and such that she wouldn’t have that much time to think about how much she missed her family. The small blonde also received a journal from her parents as a special birthday present that year. They told her to write in it as much or as little as she liked and hoped it would give her a way to properly express her thoughts and feelings when they weren’t there to listen to her.<br /><br />A couple of days after her birthday, in late May, Abby’s acceptance letter to Hogwarts came, shortly after the morning post. Her parents couldn’t have been prouder and all the young girl could do was read her letter over and over again, with a huge grin on her face. A few months later, in mid-August, Abby’s mum took her to Diagon Alley to get all of her supplies. The completely wizarding street was in full swing when the blonde-haired witch and her mother passed through the wall behind The Leaky Cauldron. The street was packed with witches and wizards of all ages. Abby had come to the street with her mum earlier that year, but it had not been nearly as busy as it was then. The young girl assumed it was because of the upcoming term at Hogwarts. She was sure there were many other students coming to the bustling street around that time to do all of their school shopping as well.[/color][/size]<br /><br /><br />[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/08/05/A724A05B-7FF6-455C-9E7B-C7F0FEA6BE4E-72172-00002C9920DFD6C2.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [size=8pt][color=#ac99d7][i]first year;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />[color=#fae6f5]September the first finally arrived and Abby was seen onto the Hogwarts Express by both of her parents. She promised that she&#039;d write often and would try her best to make friends, and then, with a final kiss goodbye from her mum, she was off. Throughout the entire train ride to Hogwarts, all the 11-year-old could think about was her imminent arrival at the large castle and the Sorting Ceremony that would occur shortly afterward. She was rather anxious about getting sorted, as not only would the ceremony occur in front of a room filled with hundreds of strangers, she also didn’t know for sure what house she’d end up in. Her mother and father had reassured her that the Sorting Hat took her preferred house into account, but it didn’t cause the small blonde to feel that much better about the whole situation. Luckily though, after nervously sitting on the stool, facing the large crowd of intimidating older students, and having the too-large hat placed onto her head, Abby was sorted into Hufflepuff - the house her mum had once belonged to and, thus, the one she had also hoped to become a part of. <br /><br />Abby adjusted the best she could to the very new and overwhelming environment of the wizarding school. She still grew to miss her parents and little brother quite quickly however and wrote letters home as often as she could, to try to dispel her homesickness. Thankfully, her dormmates were all very nice and friendly, and the young girl warmed up to them after only a few days of keeping mostly to herself. This then allowed her to more fully settle into her new “home” and truly begin to enjoy her time there. Out of all her dormmates, Abby grew particularly close with [color=#ac99d7][i]Aase Trickett-Cassoway,[/i][/color] the dark-haired girl becoming her first real friend.<br /><br />Once Abby became more accustomed to Hogwarts, she also started to really like a lot of her classes. She still struggled a fair bit with Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts though. They were both rather hands-on, and the blonde-haired witch had never been great with that sort of thing. One of the Hufflepuff prefects, [color=#ac99d7][i]Ariana Laurier,[/i][/color] was kind enough to help her out one day, however, teaching her how to properly perform two DADA spells: Vermillious and Verdillious, and what the differences were between them. After receiving her help, Abby grew to have a real fondness for [color=#ac99d7][i]Ari[/i][/color] and would often go to her if she ever needed any assistance or advice - especially when it had to do with her classes or schoolwork.<br /><br />A couple of months into the school year, the Hufflepuff met two identical twin sisters, Annika and [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta Toft.[/i][/color] Their encounter was accidental - Abby only going up to the girls after witnessing one of them being pushed to the ground in a busy Hogwarts’ corridor - and it went in a completely different direction than the small blonde would have expected. She had approached the set of twins to see if they were alright or needed any help, but when Abby realized her yearmates were Slytherins (the house she&#039;d come to fear and associate with “You-Know-Who” and his followers) she panicked, ending up eventually being so overwhelmed that she burst into tears in front of the sisters. Somewhat surprisingly though, the two girls turned out to be quite nice and not only were they able to calm Abby down, they also showed her that not everyone in Slytherin was bad and that some could be trusted, even befriended. The three came away from their small ordeal in high spirits and went on to become good friends over the coming weeks, as they got to know each other better.<br /><br />Also around that time, Abby met two other Slytherin girls in her year: [color=#ac99d7][i]Regina Reedington[/i][/color] and [color=#ac99d7][i]Brynn Caines.[/i][/color] The two girls were quite different from one another and the 11-year-old wasn’t exactly sure about either of them at first (even after putting her gradually lessening wariness of anyone in the silver-and-green house aside), but she came to find them both rather intriguing and fun to be around, over time, particularly [color=#ac99d7][i]Reena.[/i][/color] The latter young witch had the tendency to seek Abby out and force her to take part in things that she wasn’t always super keen to do (including sliding around on the frozen Black Lake), but the Hufflepuff didn’t mind much, really. She knew [color=#ac99d7][i]Reena[/i][/color] meant well, even if she did come across bossy and intimidating sometimes. [color=#ac99d7][i]Brynn,[/i][/color] on the other hand, was just rather amusing to Abby. She hadn’t really had a chance to fully get to know the Slytherin girl yet, but she hoped she&#039;d have the chance to over the course of their seven years at Hogwarts, as there was just something about her that the small blonde liked.<br /><br />Abby encountered [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari Trickett,[/i][/color] a fellow Hufflepuff first year, for the first time after they both managed to trip near each other while crossing their common room. [color=#ac99d7][i]Aase,[/i][/color] who just so happened to be [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari’s[/i][/color] cousin, came to their rescue right away, and after successfully managing to free [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari[/i][/color] from the boots which had been responsible for his unfortunate tumble to the ground, the three went off to dinner together and were, from then on, the very best of friends. Abby was rather paranoid every time she crossed the common room after that though, worried she’d stumble and make a spectacle of herself once again.<br /><br />Nearing the end of the year, as the days got shorter and the weather more dreary, a bonfire was held one night for all of the first years. Abby was rather conflicted about going at first, as she liked the idea of having a big campfire down by the Black Lake, but she wasn&#039;t so sure about having to interact with a bunch of her yearmates (who she didn&#039;t really know all that well yet) all at once. Deciding in favour of going at the last second, the blonde-haired witch ended up arriving late, which of course made the whole situation that much more uncomfortable for her, at least at first. She was, therefore, relieved to see that Annika and [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] were there, along with most of the other friends she&#039;d made so far that year. And after a rather shocking beginning to the gathering with disagreements and yelling and spells accidentally changing the colour of people&#039;s robes, Abby was able to relax a bit and enjoy herself. She even had the courage to get up and try to console a Gryffindor witch in her year, as she&#039;d been the one to misfire the spell that had caused the colour-changing of the robes. The young girl was mostly successful in cheering her yearmate up, and she left the bonfire happy she&#039;d decided to go, even though things hadn&#039;t gone as smoothly as she&#039;d normally have hoped.<br /><br />One particularly rainy day, Abby was outside, sitting and reading under the big beech tree down at the edge of the Black Lake - the one that had quickly become her favourite to study under whenever she was out on the Hogwarts&#039; grounds. She&#039;d been putting off going inside and was considering finally giving in when Annika and [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] showed up out of the blue and convinced her to join in on their racing game instead. The Hufflepuff was hesitant to agree at first, but she did eventually say yes, not wanting to disappoint her two closest friends. Abby came to quickly and utterly regret the decision though, as not more than a few minutes later - mere seconds into the trio&#039;s first race - the young witch tripped and fell after stepping into a particularly mucky part of the grounds. The twins, thankfully, soon after realized what had happened to her and came back to help, with [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] smartly coming up with a plan to levitate her out of the bog. Something appeared to be amiss with the Slytherin girl though, which a cold, miserable Abby picked up on quite quickly and came to fear, as after successfully freeing her fellow first year and dear friend from the grubby clutches of the muddy swamp, [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta,[/i][/color] rather uncharacteristically, roughly dropped her to the closest clean bit of ground. Feeling completely distraught at that point, Abby asked one of the twins to help her stand up again, but, after doing so, things became even direr for the small blonde, as it appeared she had hurt her ankle at some point during the entirely disastrous situation. [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] once again came up with a clever solution, using the Levitation Charm once more to lift Abby all the way up to the castle. There were a couple of hiccups - Annika had to take over casting the spell a few times - but, soon enough, the three first years reached their destination and the Hufflepuff was relieved when she was gently placed into one of the spare beds in the Hospital Wing. She was unsure of where she stood with the Toft twins in that moment though, fearing her agreeing to their game and being a klutz had cost her their friendship, especially after seeing [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] act so coldly towards her and Annika appearing so upset. She worried that neither of them would ever speak to her again.<br /><br />About a week after &quot;The Incident&quot; with the twins, Abby came across Annika down at the Black Lake, where it had all started. Both girls ended up casting the Wand Sparks spell - not having the words to immediately explain to one another what they were feeling - and after a few tears and hugs were shared, the girls made up (though it turned out both of them had been worried the other was mad at them for no reason). Annika then suggested that the blonde-haired witch should make a point of speaking with [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] and make up with her as well, and Abby timidly agreed, desperately wanting the three of them to all be on good terms again, but still fearing that the other Slytherin girl was angry and upset with her. A couple of days later, Abby made good on her promise to Annika and approached [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] in the library. They started out having a rather awkward and strained conversation, with the nervous Hufflepuff doing all the talking. After explaining her side of the story, however, [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] finally appeared to soften a bit and the two girls shared even more tears and hugs than the previous encounter with her twin sister had brought forth. The three friends were then reconciled once again and went on to enjoy the rest of the school year together, closer than ever!<br /><br />At the beginning of May, shortly before Abby&#039;s 12th birthday, a special event took place to commemorate the second anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. It became known as the Day of Remembrance and the young girl was pleased to spend the afternoon with her family, even under such somber circumstances. A fortnight later, a bizarre situation occurred: the wizarding world was without magic for an entire week! During this time, chaos and confusion occurred everywhere and Abby was particularly troubled by it. The first morning she woke up without magic was a very scary experience for the small blonde, not because she couldn&#039;t use magic, but because everyone else around her appeared to be just as frightened and confused by it all, even her teachers! A few of her friends ended up coming and finding her eventually though, as she wasn&#039;t brave enough to venture too far from the safety of her dormitory at first. Luckily, the time without the use of her natural, magical abilities was fairly short-lived and the school year was able to finish without any further concerns or problems.<br /><br />After passing all of her end-of-year exams, Abby headed home for the summer, ready to relax and enjoy some quality time with her family. Her holidays passed rather quickly however and before the 12-year-old knew it, it was mid-August and she was back shopping in Diagon Alley with her mother and younger brother for another year&#039;s worth of school supplies. The Hufflepuff ended up having yet another strange encounter with [color=#ac99d7][i]Brynn,[/i][/color] the curious Slytherin in her year, shortly after arriving at the completely wizarding street, and it made the outing much different and more intriguing than the previous summer&#039;s. The redhead was a muggleborn and had never shopped there by herself before, so she&#039;d quickly gotten overwhelmed and a bit lost. After having a slightly awkward conversation, Abby and her mum invited the small witch to shop with them, and the two girls ended up becoming friends of sorts by the day&#039;s end.<br /><br />Another unexpected occurrence that made the shopping trip particularly rememberable was when Ollie literally dragged Abby into the Magical Menagerie to see all the cute and interesting magical creatures, shortly before they planned to head home, and the pair discovered and quickly fell in love with a rather distraught-looking stray cat. After a few minutes of pleading and promising to look after him themselves, Emily gave in to her children&#039;s highly persuasive request and allowed them to adopt the sad, lonely feline. It quickly became clear after a couple of weeks in his new, loving home, however, that the older of the two siblings was his chosen caretaker. The blonde-haired witch eagerly took to the role, trying her best to still occasionally include her little brother in the decisions she made and fun she had with the Lawson family&#039;s latest addition (whom Abby had dubbed Casper, after his long, white fur).<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [size=8pt][color=#ac99d7][i]second year;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />As the young girl&#039;s second year at Hogwarts began, she was keen to get back into her academic routine and see all her friends once again, but it appeared the new school year was doomed right from the start. The Hogwarts Express was late leaving Platform 9 3/4 and Abby spent hours in her chosen compartment, trying to keep herself and Casper occupied, while also tentatively watching and listening to the older students she didn&#039;t know who were sharing the rather cramped space with her. By the time the train arrived at the wizarding school, it was very late at night and both the Beginning-of-Term feast and Sorting Ceremony were rushed in order to get all the tired, grumpy students to bed as soon as possible. The 12-year-old was so sleepy that she ended up falling asleep in her comfy bed with her school robes still on and her journal propped open in her lap.<br /><br />Mere hours later though, Abby was startled awake by the panicked yells of her dormmates and the shuddering and shaking of her dormitory&#039;s floor. Something was definitely amiss and the Hufflepuff&#039;s confusion and concern quickly turned into fear and apprehension as she noticed thick, dark clouds of smoke coming under the door of her dormitory. She then became almost hysterical with worry once she realized her beloved cat was missing and spent the next few minutes feverishly looking for him, determined not to leave the young, scared feline behind. Abby did eventually find Casper, cowering under one of her dormmates&#039; beds, but she ended up getting a rather nasty cut on her forehead in the process, from all of the unpredictable quaking of the ground. The small blonde was too anxious and distracted by the fire and all of the chaos happening around her to take much notice of it though, even as blood dripped down the side of her face.<br /><br />Casper continued to create problems for the young girl as she made her way slowly through the burning Hufflepuff Common Room, eager to get both herself and her new animal companion to safety as quickly as possible. The fearful cat became frightened and leaped out of Abby&#039;s arms in an attempt to escape all of the terrifyingly unfamiliar smells and sounds, along with the constant suffocating heat of the raging fire all around them. Panicking once more, the 12-year-old ran after the fleeing feline without a second thought, only to trip over a fallen beam that she hadn&#039;t seen through all of the smoke. Thankfully, the Ministry had sent a large team of Aurors to help evacuate all of the students from the dangerous, compromised areas of the castle and one such wizard was there to help Abby the rest of the way out of the formerly comforting and cozy room. It was only when she&#039;d made it safely out of the fire-ridden area that she remembered what had caused her to trip and fall in the first place: Casper!<br /><br />Despite her uncharacteristically persistent pleadings to the Auror that escorted her and a handful of her soot-covered and distraught housemates to the Great Hall, the blonde-haired witch was not allowed to return to the Hufflepuff Common Room to search for her, once again, missing cat. After somewhat accepting the fact that there wasn&#039;t much she could do to help her beloved feline at that moment, Abby took in the disorderly, unrecognizable space that had once been one of the grandest rooms in the entire castle. Her thoughts then started to go in every which direction as she began to go into shock and feel the extent of the injuries she&#039;d acquired over the past hour. Along with the deep gash above her left eye, she&#039;d also gotten burns on her hands, legs, and left shoulder from her hard tumble in the common room. Luckily, a familiar face appeared beside her a few moments later and the shook up Hufflepuff managed a weak, relieved smile as she took in the disheveled form of [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari,[/i][/color] happy to see that one of her best friends and yearmates was safe and sound.<br /><br />After determining that [color=#ac99d7][i]Aase[/i][/color] and a couple of their other dormmates still hadn&#039;t made it to the Great Hall, the young girl somewhat hesitantly agreed to sneak by all of the Aurors and go looking for them (and Casper) with the concerned boy. The pair didn&#039;t get very far however before a stone pillar in one of the corridors fell and blocked their path. Disheartened, the two friends turned around and began to make their way back to the Great Hall, but their bad luck grew much, much worse, all at once, as another big, heavy stone pillar broke free of its once secure holding and fell in front of them, this time crushing one of Abby&#039;s legs beneath it. [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari,[/i][/color] surprisingly quickly, managed to free her though and helped her hobble back to the Great Hall, insisting that she see a Healer right away. Being in more pain than she&#039;d ever been before and suspecting she had a severely broken leg, the small blonde readily agreed.<br /><br />Once she&#039;d been attended to by a kind, reassuring Healer and [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari[/i][/color] had reluctantly left her to rest on her own for a little while, Abby spotted Annika and a severely injured and unconscious [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta,[/i][/color] who were also being treated in the large Medical Tent. Seeing how badly burned the latter witch was, the shocked Hufflepuff threw up right then and there, her body reacting to all the turmoil she&#039;d instantly felt seeing one of her most dear friends in such an unbelievably dire state. Unable to really say or do anything after that, Abby sat with Annika for a bit, holding her hand in the hope that it would give her some sort of small comfort. Eventually, the decision was made to transfer [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] to St. Mungo&#039;s, along with all of the other seriously hurt students, and the blonde-haired girl cried silently as she watched the sickly Slytherin be taken away, clinging to the other Toft twin as she sobbed beside her, utterly distraught and terrified of what would become of her sister.<br /><br />Abby slowly recovered from the physical trauma she&#039;d endured that first night back at Hogwarts over the following few weeks, the Healers only having to keep an eye on her for a couple of days. The 12-year-old wasn&#039;t used to being involved in such a major disaster, having been safely looked after in her home by her parents during the War, and it took a little while for everything that had happened to fully sink in. She was relieved to have Casper back at her side, thanks to a compassionate Auror who had gone out of her way to find the missing cat and return him to his fretting owner, but many students had been injured during the explosion and resulting fire and some had even died, including [color=#ac99d7][i]Brynn&#039;s[/i][/color] younger sister, Eillyn. The Slytherin girl was one of the unluckiest survivors of the life-altering catastrophe, in fact, as she ended up getting quite badly injured herself, and was sent to St. Mungo&#039;s to be treated, like [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] (and their dormmate, [color=#ac99d7][i]Reena,[/i][/color] too).<br /><br />A mere week later, just as she was beginning to feel settled and at home in her new dormitory in Ravenclaw Tower, the young girl awoke one morning to discover that a mysterious Dome had materialized and surrounded the wizarding school and its grounds overnight. A pair of strange wooden doors had also shown up in the middle of the Great Hall. Unsure of what it all meant, Abby did her best not to worry too much and just tried to focus on getting back into a normal routine and feeling safe and secure once more. The latter especially was, of course, easier said than done, as the Hufflepuff had begun to endure terrifying nightmares nearly every night, of magical fire consuming her, and she&#039;d often wake up in a cold sweat with her heart racing, unable to go back to sleep afterward. It had quickly been found that the Dome was impenetrable, so no letters (or animals/people) were able to pass through it from either side. Abby had thus been writing in her journal even more frequently than she previously had, in order to make up for the fact that she was unable to write to her parents, and she found she often did this after being startled awake by her reoccurring bad dreams.<br /><br />The next few months passed in a blur and the small blonde found it more and more difficult to not be constantly on edge and worried about everyone she cared about. This became particularly difficult when some of them elected to take part in &quot;The Gauntlet&quot; a couple of weeks after the big oak doors first appeared in the Great Hall, and the shadow monsters that emerged in early January began to prey on others who were unsuspecting of the horrifying creatures that quickly became center stage in Abby&#039;s nightmares. With everything that was going on, the 12-year-old stuck close to her housemates who were trapped inside the castle with her, afraid to be on her own for too long. She also met quite a few nice, welcoming Ravenclaws around that time, including [color=#ac99d7][i]Meredith Emerson.[/i][/color] The older witch was, in fact, sister to one of Abby&#039;s friends and yearmates - [color=#ac99d7][i]Holden Emerson,[/i][/color] another of those severely injured during the Beginning-of-Term. And just like all of the other students who&#039;d been transferred to St. Mungo&#039;s, no one stuck in the Dome - not even [color=#ac99d7][i]Holden&#039;s[/i][/color] siblings - had any idea where he was or if he had even fully recovered from his injuries.<br /><br />Unexpectedly, at the start of February, the Dome vanished just as suddenly as it had first shown up, and Abby was incredibly relieved to be able to go home after five long months of being confined within the wizarding school. She was particularly eager to see her parents and younger brother. Unfortunately, her nightmares still persisted, even though they weren&#039;t as frequent, and eventually the worn down Hufflepuff agreed to let her father teach her how to properly fly, to give her something new to focus on and put her energy into. Very timid and nervous at first, the young girl eventually grew rather comfortable on her dad&#039;s old broomstick and even began to earnestly anticipate their daily lessons. After a couple of weeks of practice, the blonde-haired witch was whizzing around her backyard, with Oliver giggling and chasing after her.<br /><br />Once her month at home came to an end, it was time for Abby to return to Hogwarts and the reality of her new &quot;normal&quot;. She was thrilled to be reunited with all of her friends, even if some of the encounters were much more emotional and awkward than she&#039;d expected, but adjusting to life in the castle once again was far harder than the 12-year-old had predicted or hoped. The nightmares she&#039;d surprisingly grown used to over the past few months returned in full force her first night back at the wizarding school, and she hated how unsafe she felt in the hallways and grounds of the place she&#039;d once thought of as her second home. The Hufflepuff had a bit of a breakthrough during the first Charms lesson of the new term though. Professor Trickett had tasked them with casting the Fireworks charm, which had caused Abby to instantly panic as she&#039;d come to greatly fear anything related to fire after everything she&#039;d been through during the Beginning-of-Term. After a couple of minutes of watching many of her classmates successfully cast the spell, however, the nervous witch worked up enough courage to attempt the charm herself. After semi-successfully casting it, the small blonde left the lesson feeling more confident and at peace than she had in months. Perhaps she could learn to love being at Hogwarts once more after all!<br /><br />The second year enjoyed the Beltane Festival that was held in Hogwarts&#039; grounds in early May. It was the first time she could remember truly looking forward to something since the previous summer. Her family visited for the day and it was then that Abby was told of her little brother&#039;s first official display of magic, by none other than the young wizard himself. Ollie enthusiastically recalled how he had, only a couple of days prior, lost his favourite toy - a raggedy old teddy bear that he&#039;d had since he was a baby. After spending several minutes searching his room for it with no luck, he&#039;d started to become a bit upset and was about to call their mum for help, when his teddy had suddenly appeared on his bed, as if it had been there all along. It had been a very exciting moment for the 5-year-old and Abby sincerely wished she could have been there to witness it and his resulting reaction. She missed her little brother greatly when she was at school and was anxious for the day to arrive when they could at least write frequent letters to one another.<br /><br />By the time the End-of-Term came, the Hufflepuff was feeling almost completely back to her old self and she had begun to properly feel at home in the castle again too. She still had a few things to work through, but the teenager was sure she&#039;d be able to overcome anything she put her mind to, especially with all of her friends and family members to lean on when she needed them. Once they&#039;d completed their end-of-year exams, she attended the special memorial service at the edge of the Forbidden Forest with [color=#ac99d7][i]Brynn,[/i][/color] where they planted a sapling for Eillyn. It was, obviously, a very somber moment for the pair to share, but it also drew them closer together.<br /><br />Abby had a lovely, stress-free summer. She spent as much time as she possibly could with her younger brother and continued getting regular flying lessons from her father. They&#039;d also begun to work on her Quidditch skills, after Ed had suggested it and the blonde-haired witch had shown keen interest. She&#039;d always loved watching Quidditch, so perhaps, with her new-found flying ability, she could learn to play it too? The 13-year-old made sure to stay in touch with her closest friends over her two months at home as well. She sent regular owls back-and-forth to both [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari[/i][/color] and [color=#ac99d7][i]Aase,[/i][/color] happy to hear about everything they were doing after becoming so attached to them both during their incredibly tumultuous school year. The Hufflepuff was also very nervously-excited to be invited to the Toft twins&#039; house, at the beginning of August, to celebrate their birthday with them. She&#039;d taken the time to make them each their own card and even helped her mother specially bake some of her chocolate chip cookies to give to them. The three girls had a wonderful day together. Annika and [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] showed Abby around their house and room, and they properly introduced the small blonde to their cats too. It was one of the few truly relaxing and &quot;normal&quot; days the trio had spent with one another and Abby greatly cherished it, for that reason. Especially after it ended up being the last they&#039;d have for quite a while.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [size=8pt][color=#ac99d7][i]third year;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />The 13-year-old had mixed feelings about returning to Hogwarts for her third year. On the one hand, she was rather concerned about the possibility of anything awful or scary happening again within the walls of the wizarding school, but on the other, she was really looking forward to all the new experiences she&#039;d be having over the next several months. The Hufflepuff was eager to start her new, elective classes - choosing to take Care of Magical Creatures and Divination, as they sounded the most fun and interesting to the young girl - and thrilled at the prospect of being allowed to go to Hogsmeade for the first time. She couldn&#039;t wait to explore the entirely wizarding village with all of her friends and yearmates. <br /><br />Abby was even more excited at the chance to try out for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team within the first few weeks of the new term. She was also extremely nervous, of course, especially with having to perform in front of an entire crowd of people, but she&#039;d become a fairly proficient flyer over the course of that year, thanks to her dad&#039;s dutiful lessons. She&#039;d been enjoying learning how to properly play Quidditch from him as of late too, so she had a rare bit of confidence going into the tryouts. Unfortunately, although the blonde-haired witch ended up being rather pleased with her overall performance under pressure - with her even managing to score a couple of goals - she just wasn&#039;t quite up to snuff in comparison to the other, more experienced Chasers, so she only made the reserve team. Abby was fairly disappointed, but it caused her to become that much more determined to continue to improve her skills and be the best Quidditch player she could be. She was sure if she practiced hard enough, she&#039;d be able to make the main team the following school year.<br /><br />While the 13-year-old began regularly practicing Quidditch most evenings and/or weekends (usually with either [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari,[/i][/color] who had recently shown some genuine interest in flying and playing the wizarding sport himself, or [color=#ac99d7][i]Meredith,[/i][/color] who had come to be a bit of a Quidditch mentor for her in the latter half of their previous school year), she spent the rest of her free time in the newly discovered greenhouse. She&#039;d either study, read, or write in her journal and occasionally help to look after some of the plants as well. It didn&#039;t feel that different from being in the Hufflepuff Common Room, as the latter also contained a number of plants, so Abby quickly came to find the extra special, magical greenhouse extremely comforting to be in. She felt instantly at home whenever she stepped inside of it, especially when [color=#ac99d7][i]Professor Ajay[/i][/color] and her adorable plant-like creature, Loomley, were around. She&#039;d grown very fond of them both over the last couple of years, particularly during the previous one, with everything that happened with the Dome.<br /><br />The once extremely shy Hufflepuff became much more sociable that school year as well, unexpectedly having the urge to make friends with some of her younger housemates and willingly interacting with a wider variety of students in her classes. She was pleased to meet [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari&#039;s[/i][/color] younger sister, [color=#ac99d7][i]Janne Trickett,[/i][/color] during the Beginning-of-Term feast, and the teenager also became better acquainted with [color=#ac99d7][i]Aldous Cresswell,[/i][/color] a second year who she&#039;d been introduced to amidst the craziness of the start of the former school year. Abby mostly spent time with the younger badgers when [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari[/i][/color] or some of her other housemates were around, but she occasionally just sat with them in the common room or the Great Hall too, where she tried to get to know them both a bit better. The small blonde also grew much closer to many of her yearmates and established friends (particularly [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari,[/i][/color] [color=#ac99d7][i]Aase,[/i][/color] and [color=#ac99d7][i]Billie Fay,[/i][/color] who she&#039;d gotten to know a lot better while staying in Ravenclaw Tower the previous school year), content just to be around them all, talking and enjoying their company, after constantly fearing for their lives during their second year at Hogwarts together.<br /><br />The one person Abby, sadly, grew quite distant from over the course of the school year was [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta.[/i][/color] The Slytherin girl had previously been one of her absolute closest friends, and though the three witches (including [color=#ac99d7][i]Bri&#039;s[/i][/color] sister, Annika) had all appeared to be on good terms with one another only the month before, when they returned to the castle at the start of the new term it was obvious there was something amiss between the pair of twins. [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] quickly, and wordlessly, made it clear that she no longer wished to be around her sister anymore - to the great confusion and dismay of Abby - choosing instead to either be on her own or stick close to [color=#ac99d7][i]Brynn[/i][/color] and [color=#ac99d7][i]Reena.[/i][/color] The unexplained rift between the two girls left the 13-year-old in a tricky situation: she was forced to choose which of them she&#039;d rather spend the majority of her time with. The Hufflepuff had, naturally, grown closer to Annika over the previous school year, with [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] being forced to attend Beauxbatons for the entire first term, so it would have been the easy choice to stand by Anna, but Abby didn&#039;t want to do that if she didn&#039;t have to. Try as she might however, [color=#ac99d7][i]Brietta[/i][/color] wouldn&#039;t budge from her resolution to ignore her twin, and she only vaguely explained her actions when directly asked. The blonde-haired witch was left with no choice but to leave her former best friend alone after a couple of uneasy weeks spent prodding her for answers. The stubborn snake appeared not to trust her anymore either. Abby sincerely hoped that wouldn&#039;t always be the case though, and that the trio would eventually reconcile - as they&#039;d managed to do so many times already in their few short years of friendship - and be happy and together again once more.<br /><br />In October, the third year surprised herself by working up the courage to enter the rather spooky corn maze that was set up by some of her professors in the wizarding school&#039;s grounds. She was asked by [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari[/i][/color] to accompany him and nervously agreed to his request, after a bit of encouragement, not wanting to disappoint her best friend in any way. The anxious Hufflepuff had also heard that any students that completed the maze would earn an extra Hogsmeade visit, and that was certainly an enticing prize for Abby, especially as she&#039;d learned of a cute critter cafe that resided in the village that she was eager to spend as much time in as possible over the next several months. The young girl tentatively followed her yearmate through the tall, dark maze, constantly on edge and expecting something to jump out at her at every turn and fork in the path. She couldn&#039;t help but recall the terrifying shadow monsters that had taken over Hogwarts (and her nightmares) in the middle of the former school year. She knew, rationally, that they wouldn&#039;t be hiding in the corn maze, but that didn&#039;t stop her mind from tricking her into believing they still could be. When a fairly harmless ghoul eventually converged on the pair, throwing a rock haphazardly in their direction, Abby panicked, assuming that it was a far scarier creature come to torment them. She unconsciously latched onto [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari&#039;s[/i][/color] closest hand and cowered behind him, shaking with unnecessary fear. After the ghoul had lumbered off again however, the small blonde came to her senses, and her cheeks burned both with embarrassment over her overreaction and shyness over discovering that she was still holding [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari&#039;s[/i][/color] hand. She quickly realized though that she had no real desire to let go of it, surprisingly enjoying its warmth and the way it felt. The 13-year-old, therefore, decided to keep hold of the taller wizard&#039;s hand, nonverbally communicating this to him with a single, timid look and adjusting her grip so it was more comfortable for them both. The two then slowly went on to successfully make it through the entire maze, coming out of it at the end with smiles on their faces, still hand-in-hand.<br /><br />The next few months passed easily for the Hufflepuff. She went on her first Hogsmeade visit in late November (once again finding herself in the company of [color=#ac99d7][i]Jari,[/i][/color] who she&#039;d begun to think of in a bit of a different, rather confusing way), relishing in all of the new things she saw and experiences she had. The teenager was delighted to have the chance to play with all of the different animals (particularly the kittens) in Sugar &amp; Spice and buy some intriguing wizarding sweets from Honeydukes.<br /><br />-mention how COMC and Divination are going?<br />-Spring Woodland Festival &amp; special overnight Herbology class in March! (rather nervous, but also excited about both?? mention Carey here!)<br />-the crazy Potions class also happened in March, with Professor Walker subbing (not sure how Abby would have handled it all, to be honest... definitely would have tried hard to impress Professor Walker, so maybe she drank the potion in front of her to please him/not lose her house any points?)<br /><br />-Adoption Day in Hogsmeade in April!! (went with Reena, adored seeing all the kittens, helped her friend pick one out and wished she could have one for herself too)<br />-signed up to play host to a &quot;baby&quot; wizard in May (reminded her of Ollie, hung out with Brynn for the day, took part in the arts &amp; crafts in the greenhouses)<br /><br />-special EoT Ball!!! (went with Jari obviously, he asked her using a cute note - which is kept in her journal, alongside a huge entry about the whole day, both were super nervous, what were her dress robes like?, did she attend the dance lessons beforehand?, did anything &quot;happen&quot; during it - that advanced their relationship at all???)<br /><br />-summer shenanigans??!! (visited Jari and Janne in early July, decided to attend the Castelobruxo Winter Exchange Programme, attended the Quidditch World Cup whilst there!)<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [size=8pt][color=#ac99d7][i]fourth year;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-BoT concern (the first year&#039;s boats not working delayed the feast, causing mass confusion and worry that a repeat of the devastatingly awful events of two years previous was going to happen)<br />-met and befriended Patience through Jari/Aase! (quickly came to love the younger girl and, following Jari and Aase&#039;s lead, soon became a bit of a mentor/surrogate older sister to her, found it amusing that her actual older sister not only had the same name as her, but was also in her year - what house is Abigail in?? also reminded her of Eillyn, so was seriously worried about possibly &quot;losing&quot; her too? kept an extra close eye on her for the first couple of weeks of term because of that?)<br />-Quidditch tryouts! (more excited than nervous this year since she&#039;d done them once before, but was still rather anxious about messing up and/or not making the main team again, veeeeeery happy to be trying out with so many of her good friends and yearmates!)<br />-ended up making the team as a first string Chaser!<br />-allllll of the Quidditch hype!! (&quot;casual&quot; pickup game, first official practice, etc.)<br />-Halloween festivities (the feast, missing Grey Lady, spent the day/afternoon in Hogsmeade with Jari and Aase?)<br />-Gryff vs. Puff Quiddie match in November! (*flails*)<br />[/color][/size]<br /><br /><br />[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/08/05/E4BC21ED-FBD8-4749-BFAF-3234BEFE470C-72172-00002C99382D25C5.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#fae6f5][color=#99d7e4][b]Strong Area of Magic:[/b][/color] Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Herbology<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Weak Area of Magic:[/b][/color] Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Arithmancy<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Preferred House Choice:[/b][/color] Hufflepuff<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Responsibility or Guidance?:[/b][/color] Responsibility, but guidance when needed<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Forgiveness or Justice?:[/b][/color] Forgiveness<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Adventure or Security?:[/b][/color] Security<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]What does &quot;Never tickle a sleeping dragon&quot; mean to your character?[/b][/color] Abby has read a few books about dragons and knows that it would be extremely foolish to tickle a sleeping one. Only someone wanting to get burnt to a crisp would provoke a creature that is capable of killing even a very experienced witch or wizard in the blink of an eye. The young witch also sees it as being a little cruel to tickle a dragon that isn&#039;t really doing anything to bother or harm anyone. Provoking an animal that isn&#039;t troubling you just isn&#039;t humane. Dragons, as scary and dangerous as they are, have feelings just like any other living thing.[/color][/size]<br /><br /><br />[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/08/05/0511B0D7-956D-424E-9E7B-B7D488BF647F-72172-00002C9901BF735F.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#fae6f5][color=#99d7e4][b]Pets:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Sammy:[/i][/color] A 8-year-old barn owl who is very sweet, lovable, and reliable when it comes to delivering and retrieving post. He looks like a typical barn owl, though he&#039;s a little on the small side.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Moses and Sophie:[/i][/color] Two cats that are complete opposites and the Lawson family’s pets. Moe is an 11-year-old dark grey tabby and a complete goof. He&#039;s quite lazy and likes attention. Sophie (or Soph) is 8 and is a calico kitty. She is a bit of a daredevil and tends to climb and jump around on everything she can. She likes doing her own thing, though she enjoys the occasional pat too.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Casper:[/i][/color] The newest addition to the Lawson’s animal clan and the only one to be truly Abby’s. The 4-year-old feline is named after the popular muggle ghost character, for his long, fluffy white coat. He was adopted from the Magical Menagerie, in Diagon Alley, after Abby begged her mum to let her take him home after seeing how distraught he was, living in a cage in the shop. He’s been very loyal and loving to the young Hufflepuff ever since, especially with everything they’ve been through together at Hogwarts thus far.<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Wand:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Length:[/i][/color] 10 and a 1/4 inches<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Wood:[/i][/color] Willow<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Core:[/i][/color] Unicorn tail hair<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ac99d7][i]Flexibility:[/i][/color] Slightly yielding<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Quidditch position:[/b][/color] Chaser<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Anything else?[/b][/color] Sorry for it being so long, but thanks for taking the time to read it all the same. ^^ Oh and all connections have either been approved or played out IC. (Thanks must also go to the lovely JT for making the spine! &lt;333)<br />[color=#99d7e4][b]Are You A Native English Speaker?:[/b][/color] Yes[/color][/size]<br /><br /><br />[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/08/05/ABCD4AEE-D159-4B80-9174-41AF6BC5C227-72172-00002C990A6C6FE7.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#fae6f5]Abby had gone through so much in the past six months. She felt like a completely different person, and not in a good way either. The young girl hadn&#039;t had nearly as bad of a time as some of the other Hogwarts students had, but she still felt a great deal of trepidation as she stepped through the Entrance Hall doors for the first time since the Dome had been broken. Her stomach had been in knots all morning and she&#039;d been quite tearful when she&#039;d said goodbye to her parents and younger brother before getting on to the Hogwarts Express. It all felt like it was almost too much, being expected to return to the castle where so many awful things had occurred in the months prior, and continue on with the school year as if everything was now &quot;normal&quot;. How was she supposed to feel safe there anymore? How could she possibly go back to just being a simple student, who was learning how to use magic and become a skilled witch?<br /><br />A part of the Hufflepuff still greatly loved and cared for the wizarding school though, especially when she thought of all of her friends and yearmates. She weirdly missed her day-to-day schedule of attending classes, eating meals in the Great Hall, and spending hours studying in the Library too. However, she knew it would take quite a while for her to get used to the monotony of it all again, if she ever even truly did. There was also the nagging thought of still not being able to stay in her &quot;real&quot; dormitory, not that the second year would have really wanted to, even if she could. Abby hadn&#039;t been having nearly as many nightmares since she&#039;d returned home for her month off, but that didn&#039;t mean she wasn&#039;t still terrified of everything that had happened to her during the beginning-of-term (and the four months afterwards). She was rather worried that all the nightmares would come back again, now that she&#039;d be living inside the walls of Hogwarts once more.<br /><br />Along with her nightmares, Abby had also been trying to cope with her newfound fear of both fire and darkness (specifically night-time). It was understandable for her to have grown wary of each of them after all the extremely unpleasant and scary experiences she&#039;d had during the first half of her second year at Hogwarts, but the small blonde was still rather bothered by them. Especially as they prevented her from doing things she used to highly enjoy doing, like sitting by the fire and reading one of her favourite books or stargazing late at night with her friends or family members. <br /><br />Her dad had tried his best to distract her and give her something else to think (and sometimes worry) about while she&#039;d been home though. He was a huge Quidditch fan and a gifted flyer, and had always wanted to personally teach Abby how to fly and play the magical sport. The 12-year-old had never been overly interested in either, in spite of that, due to her slight worry over potentially falling off of a broomstick, mid-flight, and breaking her neck. Edmund Lawson was determined to give his daughter a serious confidence boost though and help her find something new and unfamiliar to put all her energy and effort into. After a few days of putting her dad off, Abby finally agreed to try flying, only to make her father happy and stop his fussing over her. Very nervous and tentative at first, the Hufflepuff soon found, under the loving guidance and watchful eye of her dear dad, that she did in fact like flying and was decently good at it. She supposed she&#039;d just never given it a proper chance before, having not accomplished much in her Flying classes during her first year at Hogwarts. Beginning to look forward to her daily lessons with her father, Abby was soon whizzing around their backyard, with her younger brother laughing and chasing after her. She almost began to forget all the worries and fears that had built up inside of her since the beginning-of-term. But then it was time to return to Hogwarts, and reality sunk in once again.<br /><br />Her train ride back to the wizarding school had been a very nervous and anxious one, even more so than her very first journey on the Hogwarts Express. She sat in a compartment with a group of students she recognized but didn&#039;t know overly well, retreating into her own thoughts and staring out of the window the entire duration of the trip. The young witch became quite uneasy as the sun began to set though, and she turned her attention to her beloved cat, Casper, as a form of distraction. He&#039;d become her faithful companion since the blonde-haired girl had bought him from the Magical Menagerie the previous summer. The owner and pet had become inseparable since then and Abby felt like she&#039;d had Casper for years, not months. She took the fluffy feline with her everywhere now, and it had become very rare to see her without the white cat in either her arms or lap.<br /><br />Once she&#039;d reached the castle and been directed into the Great Hall, the second year had begun warily looking around for any faces she recognized, specifically Annika, Brietta, Jari, and Aase. She was super nervous to see the former two (not really knowing the current state of the Toft twins), but very anxious and excited to see the latter pair (with her having grown so close to each of them, particularly Jari). She was equal measures of relieved and disappointed, therefore, when she wasn&#039;t able to spot or find any of her friends before the &quot;Welcome back!&quot; feast began.<br /><br />She didn&#039;t much feel like joining in on any of the excited chatter around her, so Abby instead pulled out one of her favourite novels and read from it as she ate instead. Only a few minutes after the main meal began though, a loud bang went off behind the small blonde, instantly causing her heart to race and her body to tense up. She dropped her book and fork, closing her eyes and covering her ears with her hands. As she tried to slow both her breathing and heart rate, the 12-year-old smelled smoke and that was the final straw for her fight-or-flight response. Choosing the latter, she swiftly got up from her seat at her house&#039;s table and, without looking back, practically sprinted for the doors leading out of the Great Hall. After shoving them closed behind her again, Abby shakily took in a few deep breaths of air. Opening her eyes and straightening up a bit, it was only then that she noticed the two identical girls coming towards her.<br /><br />Gasping in shock, not knowing how to react, the Hufflepuff remained frozen in front of the doors to the Great Hall. As the pair of witches came closer to her though, Abby found she was able to stutter a few words out at them. &quot;A-annika? B-brietta? You-you&#039;re here? You&#039;re... alright?&quot; She directed the last question more towards Brietta, noticing the scarring around the red-haired girl&#039;s mouth. Suddenly overcome with emotion, she lunged at Brietta, squeezing her in a tight hug and beginning to cry a little bit. 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msg1000189808 (Maddie's sheet)
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(1000189808, 131655, 22750, 1000853609, 'Maddie &lt;33', 'Maddie Girard', '', 1335795108, '66.209.54.90', 1, 1551311380, 'Becca', '[center][img]http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd247/declanodwyer/headers/mad-001_zps99c70442.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][table][tr][td][b][size=8pt][color=#A8274C]b e s t&nbsp; &nbsp; f r i e n d s[/color][/b]<br />[size=8pt][color=#BE6780]Sabrina Sasseville (Bestie!)<br />Keichelle Sasseville (&quot;Big Sis&quot;)<br />Eliott Sasseville (&quot;Big Brother&quot;, Art mentor)<br />Norway Marconi (&quot;Ale&quot;, English tutor)<br />Adèle Appel (Riding buddy)[/size]<br />[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#A8274C][b]f r i e n d s[/b]<br />[color=#BE6780]Kyllikki Kirkkomäki (Sabbie&#039;s penpal)<br />Jaspar Travers<br />Emilia &amp; Desdemona Costa<br />Rosalia Rossellini<br />Renaud Lusson<br />[/color][/td]<br />[/tr]<br />[tr][td][size=8pt][color=#A8274C][b]a c q u a i n t a n c e s[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#BE6780]--<br />[/size]<br />[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#A8274C][b]( f r ) e n e m i e s[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#BE6780]--[/size][/td][/tr][/table][/center] <br />&nbsp; <br />[hr] <br />&nbsp; <br />[center][table] <br />[tr] <br />[td][size=8pt][color=#A8274C][b]s h e e t&nbsp; &nbsp; c h a n g e s&nbsp;  (as of 07/31/2018)[/b][/color] <br />[size=8pt][color=#BE6780]- aged her and her family/pets up by a year<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#A8274C][b]t o - d o&nbsp; &nbsp; ( s e m i - o v e r h a u l ) :[/b][/color] <br />[size=8pt][color=#BE6780]- find her a new model! (and then &quot;re-do&quot; appearance?)<br />- adjust (up or down) height/weight<br />- tweak personality (forgetful - related to her daydreaming tendencies, emotional?,&nbsp; <br />sensitive, overly concerned about the safety and welfare of her loved ones) <br />- figure out what Adrien is doing now that he&#039;s graduated! (training horses with their Maman?)<br />- alter history so that interactions with Sabrina are more balanced/sensical <br />(add in blood curse? re-read Sabbie&#039;s sheet!)<br />- take out old/inactive connections and replace them with new ones/npcs (Elfie, Gabby &amp; Tori) <br />- add in Emilia and Rosalia (Renaud too? Find her more friends!!)<br />- confirm whether or not a crush/romance could have happened over the last year or two for her <br />(with Rafe, Atticus, Ale, etc.)<br />- write out entire sixth year<br />- use a new rp response?<br /><br />- read through connections&#039; sheets (for EoT updates)<br />[/td][/tr] <br />[/table][/center] <br /><br />[hr] <br /><br />[center][table] <br />[tr] <br />[td][size=8pt][color=#A8274C][b]f u t u r e&nbsp; &nbsp; p l o t / t h r e a d&nbsp; &nbsp; i d e a s[/b][/color] <br />[size=8pt][color=#BE6780]- Madbie! (Blood curse discovery!!)<br />- horsie things! (with Adèle/Emilia - Student Service!!) <br />- art thingz! (Thinking about her future, as a pro artist??)<br />- first real crush/boyfriend (Rafe, Atticus, Ale???)<br />- another thread with Rosa?<br />- fun, casual thread with Ale? (speaking English together??)<br />- allllll the threads with her yearmates/friends! (Renaud &amp; ??)<br />- letter threads with Elle/Elliott/Kylli?[/td][/tr] <br />[/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[code][center][img]http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd247/declanodwyer/headers/mad-001_zps99c70442.png[/img][/center]<br />[size=8pt][color=#C9889B][color=#a8274c][b]First Name:[/b][/color] Madeleine<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Goes By:[/i][/color] Maddie <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Nickname:[/i][/color] Linnie (by her father)<br />[color=#a8274c][b]Middle Name:[/b][/color] Eloise<br />[color=#a8274c][b]Last Name:[/b][/color] Girard <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Blood Status:[/b][/color] Halfblood <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Mother:[/i][/color] Pureblood <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Father:[/i][/color] Muggleborn <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Nationality:[/b][/color] French<br />[color=#a8274c][b]Spoken Languages:[/b][/color]&nbsp; <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Native:[/i][/color] French<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Semi-fluent:[/i][/color] English<br />[color=#a8274c][b]Place of Birth:[/b][/color] Viennimont, France<br />[color=#a8274c][b]Age/Date of Birth:[/b][/color] 17 / March 9 <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Zodiac:[/i][/color] Pisces <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Approved Special Features:[/b][/color] --[/color][/size]<br /><br />center][img]http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd247/declanodwyer/headers/mad-002_zpse858d0b4.png[/img][/center] <br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#C9889B][color=#a8274c][b]Eyes:[/b][/color] Maddie&#039;s eyes are a very washed out forest green colour, almost grey. They are almond-shaped and heavily lidded. They could almost be described as &quot;buggy,&quot; but because of their subtle colour, this isn&#039;t nearly as noticeable. She has very long, thin eyebrows that sculpt widely over her eyes, making them look as though they are raised all of the time. The young witch&#039;s eyelashes are very thin and short. They are so inconspicuous that it looks as though she doesn&#039;t even have any.<br /><br />[color=#a8274c][b]Hair:[/b][/color] Maddie&#039;s hair is a creamy yellow colour, with hints of dark brown around her part and hairline. It is fairly thick and straight, thinning out slightly near the ends. The 17-year-old usually likes to keep it long, a few inches past her shoulders at the very least. She tends to wear it back most of the time for convenience though, usually in a messy bun or braid.<br /><br />[color=#a8274c][b]Height:[/b][/color] 5&#039;7&quot;<br /><br />[color=#a8274c][b]Weight:[/b][/color] 125 pounds<br /><br />[color=#a8274c][b]General Appearance:[/b][/color] Maddie is rather tall for her age and having recently had a growth spurt, she is quite lanky and thin, almost gawky. Her hands and feet are surprisingly small in proportion to her body though. She has a pale, creamy complexion, but due to the blonde-haired witch spending so much time outside she is usually nicely tanned. Her face is oval-shaped and she has a long, thick nose. The Papillonlisse has a wide, slanting jaw, and a small, rounded chin. Her forehead recedes a bit into her hairline, causing it to look much bigger than it actually is, and she has a long, slender neck. The young girl&#039;s eyes are rather large for her face, though their colour diminishes this greatly, and she has a small mouth with big, full lips.<br /><br />Maddie does like to occasionally experiment with makeup. She especially likes lip gloss and eyeshadow, usually going for light pinks and purples. She tends to stay away from mascara and blush, as she likes to have a very natural look and the 17-year-old feels that these make her look too different. The tall blonde also finds them quite tricky to use much of the time and therefore only really puts them on during her occasional makeovers with her friends.<br /><br />[color=#a8274c][b]Dressing Style:[/b][/color] Maddie has decent fashion sense. She knows what looks good on her and what doesn’t. She’s also quite good at coordinating colours and patterns. The Papillonlisse takes pride in what she wears and tries to look stylish, but not overly so. She basically just likes to wear things that are comfortable and nonrestrictive and that look good together. The young girl, overall, tries to go for the simple, yet sophisticated look.<br /><br />Maddie loves wearing bright, cheerful colours, usually pastel pinks, purples, and yellows. She also really loves floral print. The 17-year-old almost always wears dresses or skirts, as she thinks she looks the best in them. She also just really enjoys wearing them though. This is mostly because pants are too limiting - both in look and maneuverability - for the blonde-haired witch&#039;s liking.<br /><br />Having to wear the school robes has always been a bit of a sore spot for the Papillonlisse. She isn’t overly fond of the look of them and would much rather wear her own clothes, but Maddie knows that they could be a lot worse, so she&#039;s tried to learn to like wearing them over her past few terms at Beauxbatons. The young girl takes every opportunity not to wear the robes though, so unless she’s in class she’s most likely in clothes of her own choosing.[/color][/size] <br /><br />[center][img]http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd247/declanodwyer/headers/mad-003_zpsd64ddfc0.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />size=8pt][color=#C9889B][color=#a8274c][b]General Character Traits:[/b][/color] Maddie is very [color=#EF7A9A][i]self-confident.[/i][/color] She knows who she is and what she likes. She is very comfortable in her own skin, and doesn’t worry too much about what other people think about her. The French witch is also quite [color=#EF7A9A][i]friendly[/i][/color] and [color=#EF7A9A][i]cheerful.[/i][/color] She loves to meet new people, and can be quite the [color=#EF7A9A][i]social butterfly[/i][/color] at times. She is usually quite [color=#EF7A9A][i]energetic[/i][/color] and [color=#EF7A9A][i]excitable[/i][/color] as well. The 17-year-old tends to have a fair bit of energy, and when she&#039;s in the mood she can be very chatty and talkative. At the same time, Maddie can also be quite [color=#EF7A9A][i]aloof[/i][/color] or [color=#EF7A9A][i]distant,[/i][/color] easily becoming caught up in her own thoughts and is then, therefore, impossible to reach. She could definitely be described as a [color=#EF7A9A][i]daydreamer[/i][/color] for this reason<br /><br />The tall blonde is very [color=#EF7A9A][i]loving[/i][/color] and [color=#EF7A9A][i]protective[/i][/color] of the people she cares about. She would do anything for her friends and family, whether it is taking care of them when they’re sick, hurt, or upset or standing up for them when others are bothering or mistreating them. Maddie usually gets along with everyone she meets, and she honestly thinks she loves everyone she comes in contact with, but if somebody does manage to get on her bad side (by upsetting her or her loved ones, for example), they will see the intimidating and antagonistic side of her that she rarely ever shows. <br /><br />The Papillonlisse is generally a very [color=#EF7A9A][i]honest[/i][/color] and [color=#EF7A9A][i]genuine[/i][/color] person. She always strives to be as open and truthful as she can with anyone she comes in contact with, whether she knows them well or not. Maddie is also a really [color=#EF7A9A][i]dedicated[/i][/color] and [color=#EF7A9A][i]committed[/i][/color] person. She becomes very [color=#EF7A9A][i]enthusiastic[/i][/color] about things she is passionate about and puts as much of herself into them as she possibly can. The young girl usually feels obligated to finish something once she&#039;s started it, and becomes rather irked if she isn&#039;t able to do so. She does have the tendency to get distracted while doing things though, due to her being so [color=#EF7A9A][i]curious[/i][/color] about everything around her, so it can take her a while to complete a project or activity, depending on her level of focus and interest at the time. <br /><br />Maddie is naturally a very [color=#EF7A9A][i]artistic[/i][/color] person. She loves everything about art, especially for the fact that it comes so effortlessly for her. Being an artist is not just something she loves to be though. It is also a part of what makes her who she is and is the way she connects best with both herself and others. Possibly due to her being such a devoted crafter of art, the 17-year-old could be considered [color=#EF7A9A][i]a combination of a girly-girl and a tomboy.[/i][/color] She loves pretty things and being “girly”, but she enjoys being outside amongst nature and getting a little dirty sometimes too.<br /><br />Maddie is often described as being [color=#EF7A9A][i]elegant[/i][/color] or having a sort of grace to her. This could be because of her physical appearance or just the way she carries herself and treats others around her. The blonde-haired witch is generally also quite [color=#EF7A9A][i]optimistic[/i][/color] and is never really in a bad mood. She dislikes wasting energy on negative emotions or thoughts, so she always tries to stay positive and keep a good outlook on life. This also causes her to be quite [color=#EF7A9A][i]naive[/i][/color] at times though, as she always tries to see the best in people and goes into every situation thinking it will turn out all right, no matter the circumstances.<br /><br />[color=#a8274c][b]Likes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Horses:[/i][/color] Maddie has always loved horses. She&#039;s literally been surrounded by them her entire life because of the line of work her mother is in, so it makes sense, really, that she&#039;d at least get used to them. The Papillonlisse thoroughly enjoys being around them though and thinks they are one of the most beautiful creatures in the entire world. She loves drawing and painting them for this reason (though she feels she doesn&#039;t do them justice). They also bring her comfort when she is upset and give her a different sort of company when she wants to get away from all the human beings in her life. The young girl usually finds them quite nice to ride as well.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Nature:[/i][/color] Spending time outside is something Maddie loves to do. She is much more likely to be found outside then in. The only time she usually ventures inside (when she&#039;s not already required to be) is to grab something to eat or use the washroom. The French witch just plain enjoys breathing in the fresh air, feeling the breeze on her bare skin, and running through the grass in her bare feet, amongst other things.&nbsp; <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Poetry:[/i][/color] Writing is something Maddie generally likes doing. She doesn&#039;t always have the attention span for it, but when the 17-year-old does feel the urge to write something down, it is usually a poem or two. She loves the challenge of trying to figure out how to express her thoughts through rhymes or intricate sentences. <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Rain:[/i][/color] Maddie always prefers sunny weather, but there is something about rain that the tall blonde really likes. It may be how it sounds as it falls, or the nice, damp feeling and smell that occurs after a long rain shower. All the Papillonlisse really knows is that it helps all the plants and animals in the area to thrive and grow and that is something that she really cares about and thinks others should care about as well.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Pink:[/i][/color] The colour pink and Maddie go hand-in-hand. She owns many pieces of clothing that are the rosy hue and they are usually some of her favourites to wear because of that. The young witch doesn&#039;t really consider herself to be super “girly”, but pink is the one thing that she&#039;ll admit to loving, even if it does make her sound that way.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Daydreaming:[/i][/color] Getting lost in her thoughts is something that constantly occurs for Maddie. She doesn&#039;t often mean for it to happen, but the 16-year-old rather likes when it does. She therefore usually doesn&#039;t try very hard to prevent it from taking place, even if it gets her into trouble sometimes.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Art:[/i][/color] The Papillonlisse&#039;s primary passion. Being artistic is only natural for Maddie. She wouldn&#039;t be being herself if she weren&#039;t constantly painting, drawing, or writing. Making art is what she wants to do for the rest of her life, like her father, and she hopes that if she is able to make a career out of it she&#039;ll make both him and her mother proud. <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Sweets:[/i][/color] Maddie has a soft spot for sweets, desserts, and pastries of any kind, of which her favourites usually contain fruit. She doesn&#039;t mind chocolate or caramel flavours, but she much prefers raspberry, strawberry, or orange, among others. Her absolute favourite sweets are macarons. Her mother only allows her to have them occasionally though, so she savours every bite when she does get treated to one. <br /><br />[color=#a8274c][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [color=#C5617D][i]Rude/Bossy People:[/i][/color] Maddie always tries, in her day-to-day life, to be a kind and caring person and she believes that everyone should strive to act that way as well. That being said, the young girl does find bossy and rude people to be annoying and a little too pushy for her liking. She&#039;d never, of course, say that out loud, as that would just make her a hypocrite.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Loud Noises:[/i][/color] The 17-year-old has rather sensitive hearing, so she dislikes any sort of loud noise or disturbance, such as thunder or fireworks. She can also be a tad jumpy on occasion and noisy, unexpected sounds would definitely startle her. <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Dishonesty:[/i][/color] One of Maddie&#039;s most valued character traits is honesty, so if anyone acts dishonestly towards or around her, she will have trouble trusting them from that point onward. She does try to be fair when it comes to these sort of things, but it&#039;s a rather touchy topic for the Papillonlisse.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Staying Still:[/i][/color] Maddie absolutely hates having to stand still. She almost isn&#039;t capable of doing it, in fact. She finds it very difficult to not be constantly moving her foot or hand, or just moving around, doing things, in general. The tall blonde may come off as rather laid back or idle, seeing as she does rather love just lounging around outside, but really, Maddie enjoys being productive and constantly in motion. (Though her version of being productive may not be the same as other people&#039;s.)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [color=#C5617D][i]Heights:[/i][/color] Being so outgoing and willing to try almost anything may make Maddie seem like a sort of risk-taker or daredevil, but she is rather conservative in her outgoingness most of the time. She doesn&#039;t have many fears, but her biggest, by far, is heights. She will never be found high up in a tree or on a broomstick, as the young girl is quite adamant in her decision to keep both of her feet firmly planted on solid ground, at all times. (Except when she&#039;s on the back of a horse, of course.)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [color=#C5617D][i]Insects:[/i][/color] Maddie loves many things about the outside world, but creepy, crawly insects are not one of them. She is okay with butterflies, but any other flying or crawling bugs has her fleeing on sight. The French witch finds it rather embarrassing how creeped out by bugs she is, but she just can&#039;t help it. She knows they are needed for other animals and plants to survive, but she wishes there weren&#039;t so many gross and annoying ones.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [color=#C5617D][i]Restrictions:[/i][/color] The 17-year-old is generally quite carefree and easygoing, but it upsets Maddie a bit when she&#039;s forced to wear her school robes or stay inside on a stormy day. She&#039;s willing to follow rules and do as she&#039;s told, especially when it&#039;s in everyone involved&#039;s best interest, but she doesn&#039;t always do it super willingly, as the blonde-haired witch dislikes being hindered or limited in any way.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Deadlines:[/i][/color] Maddie likes taking her time doing things, especially when they don&#039;t come easily to her. She is particularly slow (and even rather reluctant) when doing her school work, usually more so with her least favourite classes. She therefore greatly dislikes time limits and having to have things done by a certain date or time. It causes her to become so antsy and distracted, in fact, that one of her friends almost always has to sit her down and help her finish whatever she needs to get done. <br /><br />[color=#a8274c][b]Habits/Mannerisms:[/b][/color] Maddie can, for the most part, be found [color=#EF7A9A][i]daydreaming[/i][/color] more often than not. If she has nothing really to focus on or keep her constantly busy, she will quickly get lost in her own thoughts and often need her name to be called more than once to snap her out of her reverie. Whilst in one of her frequent trances (and sometimes just in general), the Papillonlisse will typically [color=#EF7A9A][i]play with her hair,[/i][/color] wrapping a few strands around her fingers and curling and uncurling them over and over, methodically. Also, whenever Maddie is in a good mood, she will usually [color=#EF7A9A][i]skip[/i][/color] to wherever it is she is going, and occasionally - if she’s in really high spirits - [color=#EF7A9A][i]hum[/i][/color] or [color=#EF7A9A][i]sing[/i][/color] a little tune as well. When she&#039;s particularly happy about something, she will [color=#EF7A9A][i]jump up and down excitedly[/i][/color] and [color=#EF7A9A][i]talk animatedly[/i][/color] at a very fast pace. <br /><br />[color=#a8274c][b]Strengths:[/b][/color] Maddie is a fairly [color=#EF7A9A][i]outgoing[/i][/color] and [color=#EF7A9A][i]confident[/i][/color] young witch. She likes meeting and talking to new people and is always up for trying new things. She’s not overly opposed to change either. The 17-year-old is generally very [color=#EF7A9A][i]easygoing[/i][/color] and gets along well with others. She is also very [color=#EF7A9A][i]caring[/i][/color] and always tries to do what’s best for everyone, even if it makes her own life harder. The tall blonde strives to be as [color=#EF7A9A][i]honest[/i][/color] and [color=#EF7A9A][i]genuine[/i][/color] as possible, as she hates lies and when people act fake or do things that are out-of-character for them.<br /><br />Maddie is a very [color=#EF7A9A][i]passionate[/i][/color] person. She loves life and always tries to help others enjoy theirs’ as well. She easily becomes [color=#EF7A9A][i]dedicated[/i][/color] and [color=#EF7A9A][i]committed[/i][/color] to the things she cares about, whether they are activities, people, or objects. The Papillonlisse is therefore rather [color=#EF7A9A][i]reliable,[/i][/color] seeing as she will stick with something until it’s complete, as long as she is concerned with its outcome. Maddie also tries to be [color=#EF7A9A][i]optimistic,[/i][/color] in all aspects of her life, as much as she possibly can. The young girl doesn’t like to spend too much time worrying about things she can’t, or even can, control and just tries to stay positive and keep moving forward, looking to the future and not the past.<br /><br />[color=#a8274c][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color] Although the French witch is quite the social butterfly, she can also become quite [color=#EF7A9A][i]distant[/i][/color] at times. She is definitely a [color=#EF7A9A][i]daydreamer[/i][/color] and can easily get lost in her own thoughts and feelings, if given the opportunity. Maddie does also have the tendency to be [color=#EF7A9A][i]rash[/i][/color] on occasion, if someone pushes her to her breaking point by either greatly upsetting her or the people she cares about. When this occurs, the 17-year-old may lash out in a fit of [color=#EF7A9A][i]exasperation[/i][/color] without thinking about the consequences. She usually feels very disappointed in herself after the fact though, as the blonde-haired witch hates showing any sort of negative emotions, even if the person they are directed towards deserves it.<br /><br />Maddie has the tendency to be [color=#EF7A9A][i]naive[/i][/color] and overly positive and she sometimes is only able to see the good in people and ignores their faults. This will occasionally get her into trouble, but it doesn&#039;t usually get to that point, as once she gets to know someone better the Papillonlisse quickly learns if they can be trusted or not. Due to her being so [color=#EF7A9A][i]inquisitive[/i][/color] and [color=#EF7A9A][i]excitable,[/i][/color] the young girl can become rather irritating and bothersome to the people around her, especially when they aren&#039;t used to her or know her very well. And, on top of that, Maddie often doesn&#039;t realize the effect she can have on other people until she receives a negative reaction to her excessive behaviours. Because she is such a passionate and dedicated person, the 17-year-old also has a bad habit of becoming overly [color=#EF7A9A][i]obsessive[/i][/color] with things that she really cares about, including people. She will often focus all of her energy and attention on whatever it is she is currently preoccupied with and this usually results in many other things being neglected, including her own needs. On the other hand though, when Maddie is forced to do something she dislikes or doesn&#039;t want to do, she can be a bit of a [color=#EF7A9A][i]slacker[/i][/color] and requires lots of motivation and help from her friends to get things done on time.[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd247/declanodwyer/headers/mad-004_zpsba207045.png[/img][/center] <br />[size=8pt][color=#C9889B][color=#a8274c][b]Mother:[/b][/color] Hélène Girard (nee Dettweiler) <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Age:[/i][/color] 42<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Pureblood [[url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?topic=151007.0]EFB[/url]] <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Former House:[/i][/color] Ombrelune <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Magical Horse Breeder/Trainer (Runs the Dettweiler family&#039;s stables)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]The Dettweilers:[/i][/color] Maddie&#039;s maternal side of the family was originally from Switzerland. Her great-great-great-grandfather moved to Viennimont, France after meeting and falling in love with a French witch. They decided to open up a magical horse breeding and training barn together and it grew in both popularity and size over the next few generations. Frédéric, Maddie&#039;s grandfather, eventually took over the running and ownership of the stables and property from his father and continued to expand it and bring in more clients. He also introduced a small (non-magical) line of Selle Francais horses in order to appeal to a wider audience.<br /><br />Currently, Maddie&#039;s mother, Hélène, runs the family&#039;s stables. She does the majority of the training herself, with help from her father on occasion (though he is technically retired at this point). Frédéric still owns the property and oversees everything, but he allows his daughter to make most of the decisions, only giving his opinion and advice when needed or asked.<br /><br />[color=#a8274c][b]Father:[/b][/color] Benjamin Girard<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Age:[/i][/color] 41<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Muggleborn<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Former House:[/i][/color] Papillonisse<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Artist <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]The Girards:[/i][/color] Hailing from Bordeaux, France, the mysterious paternal side of Maddie&#039;s family had seen nothing but generation after generation of muggles for as long as anyone in the family could remember (though obviously they&#039;d had magic in their bloodline at some point in the distant past). Maddie&#039;s father, Benjamin, was the first full-blown wizard to be born in centuries. <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Siblings:[/b][/color] <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Brother:[/i][/color] Adrien Girard, 19, Former Ombrelune<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Relatives:[/b][/color] <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Grandfather:[/i][/color] Frédéric Dettweiler, 68, Former Ombrelune, Magical Horse Breeder/Trainer (Current owner of the Dettweiler family&#039;s stables and grounds) <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Grandmother:[/i][/color] Élisabeth Dettweiler, deceased at 34 (would be 67), Former Bellefeuille, Magizoologist at The Piegnarbeau Equine Studies Centre<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Background Story:[/b][/color] <br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [color=#C5617D][i]hélène &amp; benjamin;;[/i][/color] <br /><br />Hélène Dettweiler and Benjamin Girard were one of the most unlikely pairings to ever come to be. It would be hard to find two people in the world (muggle or wizarding) more different from each other, both in their disposition and upbringing. They had each experienced their own set of hardships growing up and responded to their sufferings in very different ways. Benjamin didn’t receive much love or attention from his parents throughout the majority of his childhood, particularly after it was discovered that he was a wizard, but he grew up to be a happy, kind, and considerate - if not a tad eccentric and introverted - man, whereas Hélène, who was raised in a very privileged, well-off household and was well-cared for and looked after for the duration of her youth, became a cold, distant woman, after her mother was killed in a riding accident when she was quite young. <br /><br />The pair met at Beauxbatons when Benjamin was in his fifth year and Hélène was in her sixth. The young Papillonlisse had first noticed Hélène when he was a third year and had been mesmerized by her ever since. Too shy and intimidated to ever actually go up and speak with the Ombrelune, he instead, over time, made a habit of sitting near her in the library whenever she was studying. Often surrounded by her group of friends, the younger boy was content to just draw (and occasionally study) in between his frequent but brief glances in her direction. After a few months of this, Hélène grew suspicious and confronted Benjamin, wondering who he was and why he was always peering over at her. Completely caught off guard, Benjamin panicked and rushed off before the older witch could say anything else. In his hurry to get away, he left a couple of his drawings, and Hélène was surprised when she picked them up and saw that they were all of her. Intrigued but not fully knowing what to think, the Ombrelune decided to keep the drawings and give them back to the peculiar boy if she ever saw him again. <br /><br />After a few weeks of avoiding the library and other places where Hélène was likely to be, Benjamin (literally) ran into the older witch one afternoon, as he was headed down a corridor on the way to his common room. Once again being shocked into silence, but this time not really having anywhere to run, Hélène took the opportunity to ask the young Papillonlisse his name, age, and house. Getting a stuttered answer in response, the solemn witch introduced herself (though Benjamin, of course, already knew who she was), returned his forgotten drawings, and complimented him on his artistic abilities before turning and walking quickly away. It took Benjamin a few minutes to recover, but after doing so he came to the realization that he needed to get to know Hélène better (maybe even eventually confess his feelings for her), as it wasn&#039;t likely he was ever going to be able to get her out of his head after such an encounter.<br /><br />Making up his mind, a few days later he managed to pluck up the courage to approach the Ombrelune at her usual table in the library, on one of the rare occasions she was on her own, and ask to sit with her. Hélène agreed, after a brief pause, and the two sat in a slightly awkward silence before the older witch finally spoke up and asked Benjamin about his artwork (never mentioning the drawings of herself). The two went on to have a fairly formal and stiff conversation, but it resulted in them regularly sitting together from that day on, and though their relationship was quite unconventional and sombre for a while, the pair did eventually become more relaxed and friendly towards one another. So much so that after a few months of the odd pair slowly getting to know each other better, Benjamin hesitantly admitted his deeper feelings for Hélène, and she, to the young Papillonlisse&#039;s surprise and delight, returned them. They started dating soon after and continued to throughout the rest of their time at Beauxbatons. <br /> <br />After Benjamin graduated and started to work on his art full time, the couple talked about moving in together. Hélène was hesitant though, as she hadn&#039;t had the best relationship with her father since her mother&#039;s death and they&#039;d only really been on good terms again since she&#039;d finished her schooling at Beauxbatons. She also had plans to eventually take over running her family&#039;s stables and was already starting to train some of the horses they owned, so she wasn&#039;t overly keen to move too far away from home. Benjamin decided to move to Viennemont, therefore, wanting to be close to his girlfriend and knowing he didn&#039;t have any real reason to live anywhere else. <br /><br />A year later, Benjamin proposed to Hélène and she tentatively accepted. After getting Frédéric&#039;s blessing though (as he&#039;d never been overly fond of Benjamin), the couple was married the following year and they moved in together soon after. Hélène had suggested that they live in her and her father&#039;s house and, knowing it made the most sense and would give him more room to work on his art, Benjamin had readily agreed. He was then able to set up his own workshop on the property, while Hélène continued to work alongside her father and help him grow their family&#039;s business. <br /><br />An unexpected addition to the family arrived two years later, in the form of little baby Adrien. He had not been planned but was still greatly loved and Hélène decided to take time away from her work to raise him herself. Benjamin was rather unsure about being a father though and he began to spend more and more time in his workshop, leaving his wife to care for their infant son all on her own. This caused Hélène to withdraw a bit, from both her husband and son, and as Adrien grew older, she began to really miss her work. For this reason, the former Ombrelune made the decision to return to her work and hire a nanny to look after Adrien once he turned a year old. <br /><br />Hélène and her increasingly reclusive husband grew further and further apart as each day passed. They hardly spoke and if they did it was about Adrien. The couple had become even more distant and formal with one another than they had been before they&#039;d started dating and it was really only the existence of their son that kept them together. It appeared they still had some underlying feelings for one another and felt duty-bound to their marriage though, as just as Hélène was starting to get settled into her work again, she found out she was unexpectedly pregnant for the second time.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [size=8pt][color=#C9889B][color=#C5617D][i]young maddie;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />Madeleine Eloise Girard came squealing into the world on an early spring morning and right from the start she was an enormous handful. The happy yet rambunctious infant didn&#039;t cry very frequently, but when she did it was usually because she really wanted something and she made sure that everyone knew it, shrieking and squawking until someone attended to her. Luckily for her parents and nanny (the same one who was raising Adrien), this didn&#039;t happen all that often. She was much more likely to be found gurgling contentedly to herself and watching everything around her or babbling incessantly and wanting to be picked up and cuddled. Whatever sort of mood the bothersome baby was in though, she always managed to keep her caregivers on their toes.<br /><br />As Maddie grew older, she was always wanting to go outside and play. Her mother rarely had the time to watch her though and her nanny was quite strict and resistant to the idea of letting the fidgety toddler run amok throughout the Dettweilers&#039; stables and grounds (even when under the constant, steely eye of the unforgiving witch). The young girl&#039;s older brother was also usually quite content to just stay inside, playing games or doing other such things alone in his bedroom, so it was more sensible, in the nanny&#039;s mind, to keep both children indoors, where they were more easily kept clean, quiet, and occupied. It was, therefore, oftentimes Maddie&#039;s father, Benjamin, who allowed her to venture out into the fresh air and sunshine. <br /><br />Benjamin had realized after his daughter was born that he needed to be a better father to her than he had been being to Adrien and he hoped that if he tried harder with her his efforts would improve things with his wife and son. Believing that, he spent as much time as he could with Maddie and though the nanny still took care of a lot of her (and Adrien&#039;s) basic needs, Benjamin was always there to give her the love and attention she both wanted and needed. He also attempted to spend more time with his son, but after a few months of trying to win him over, it appeared Adrien longed only for his mother&#039;s presence. This discouraged Benjamin quite a bit at first, but he eventually came to accept the fact (that it was too little too late) and instead focused solely on Maddie, knowing she fully appreciated and yearned for his company. <br /><br />Maddie began exploring (often without permission) her house, the stables, and the fields surrounding her family&#039;s property as soon as she was physically able and it didn&#039;t take long for her to discover the many horses that her mother and grandfather owned, bred, and trained. She was very intrigued but also quite scared and wary of them at first. It didn&#039;t take her too long to get used to the big, beautiful creatures though and her father, mother, and nanny soon learned that whenever the young girl ran off she would most likely be found in one of the horse&#039;s stalls, playing underneath its occupant or sleeping, all curled up, in a corner.<br /><br />The young blonde&#039;s first sign of magic occurred when she was four years old and had somehow managed to climb up on the back of one of the horses that were out grazing in the paddocks. The horse in question spooked, not expecting to have a little, excitable person hop onto it, and immediately bucked, causing Maddie to be thrown roughly forwards and towards the ground. Mere seconds later though, before she could hit the hard, unforgiving earth, the small girl suddenly stopped in mid-air and then continued to slowly float downwards until both of her feet were firmly on solid ground once more. Shocked, excited, but also a little frightened, Maddie looked back at the horse she had been sitting on only moments before and wondered if the same thing would happen again if she climbed back onto it. Not completely sure she wanted to find out, Maddie instead raced back to the house and told a rather reluctant Adrien about how her first real ride on a horse had ended with her shooting super fast off the back of it and then magically floating to the ground. The blonde-haired girl didn&#039;t really understand what had happened, but the thrill and mystery of it all caused her to truly fall in love with horses and riding that day and the memory and feelings of her first magical experience stuck with her for a very long time afterwards.<br /><br />As Maddie continued to get older, whenever she was allowed outside unsupervised but didn&#039;t feel like running off to explore on her own, she would instead often follow one of her family members around. Most days she chose to shadow either her brother or father, as she&#039;d begun to find both her mother and grandfather rather intimidating. They&#039;d also often just ask her to do things for them, instead of letting the young witch tag along and watch them work. Both reasons made Maddie want to keep her distance from them, even though a large part of her still really wanted to spend as much time with them both as she could. She rarely saw or spoke to her grandfather and her mother always seemed to have something on her mind whenever she was around.<br /><br />The blonde-haired girl was raised knowing she came from two magical parents and that her family was fairly well off due to the business her mother&#039;s side owned. She was also eventually told that &quot;Grand-mère Dettweiler&quot; died when her mother was a young girl. Maddie didn&#039;t know anything about her father&#039;s side of the family though and she started to ask questions about them at the age of six. The young witch had grown to be rather curious as she&#039;d gotten older and the ever-growing desire for a real playmate (as Adrien usually wasn&#039;t much of one) caused her to dream about having someone her own age to have fun and spend time with. She often wondered if she had any cousins around her age and what it would be like playing with them. Her father was never willing to tell her anything though. The determined girl continued to keep asking, nevertheless, in the hope that he would eventually divulge something.<br /><br />Maddie&#039;s two favourite things to do, as an atypical 6-year-old, were to visit the horses in the stables and paddocks and spend time with her father. Benjamin could be found, for the majority of the day, in his workshop and it was there that his daughter began to spend more and more of her time as well. At first, the blonde-haired witch was content to just watch her father work and occasionally comment on whatever it was he was currently working on, but Maddie, being as inquisitive as she was, soon wanted to try everything out for herself. She began attempting to copy her father, borrowing some of his supplies and doing everything he did, and quickly learned that she enjoyed both painting and drawing just as much as her father. Benjamin was quite surprised at how easily she took to both art forms, especially considering the young girl normally didn&#039;t have the attention span for such detail-oriented things, due to them requiring so much concentration. After this exciting realization, Maddie put as much of her time and energy as she could into practising her new-found favourite hobby, with her father both praising and critiquing her whenever she asked for his input.<br /><br />The Dettweilers were a rather well-known family in the magical horse breeding and training world and they&#039;d done well for themselves over the years. They were considered to be a well-off, upper middle class family and this resulted in them being invited to many formal events, parties, and balls hosted by rich, influential, and successful wizarding families from all across Europe. Neither Hélène or Benjamin were very interested in going to social gatherings though, so Maddie and her family rarely went to any, even though they were often invited. When the blonde-haired witch turned seven though, after much pleading and pestering, she was finally able to convince her mother to accept the invitation for a ball that was being held at one of the richer and more influential French families&#039; homes. Maddie had never attended a ball before, but she&#039;d desperately wanted to since she&#039;d first learned about them. They sounded like so much fun to the young girl and she didn&#039;t understand why her family had never really gone to one before. Maddie was extra excited about going to her first ball, as it meant she would be &quot;debuting&quot; and that meant even more fun and interesting things to look forward to. She&#039;d learned that most girls debuted when they were 5, so that&#039;d mean she&#039;d be quite a bit older than any of the other girls there. Maddie wasn&#039;t too worried about it though, as she was sure she&#039;d still be able to become friends with all of them, regardless.<br /><br />The blonde-haired witch&#039;s entire family went to the ball (even her older brother) and they made sure to dress up, seeing as it was the first one they&#039;d gone to in a while. Maddie loved the dress she got to wear. It was poofy, sparkly, and a light pink colour and she enjoyed having something new and pretty for the special occasion. Still, the 7-year-old was used to wearing more casual clothes and would have normally thought the dress was a little itchy on any other day, but she was just too excited to mind that night. When her family arrived at the hosting family&#039;s house, Maddie soon dashed off, intrigued by everything and wanting to explore every square inch of the large ballroom. She also hoped to maybe catch a glimpse of the other young girls who&#039;d be debuting, as she really did want to become friends with every single one of them. <br /><br />After running around for a few minutes, Maddie got distracted by a fancy decorative display in one of the corners of the expansive room. She&#039;d only been gazing at it for a few moments though when she was suddenly startled by someone coughing right behind her. The young witch jumped in surprise, coming out of her fascinated reverie with the display. She turned around quickly to see who had startled her and ended up almost getting coughed on once again. The culprit, in both instances, looked to be a girl around her age and Maddie instantly perked up, thrilled to have already come across someone she could become friends with. After a few moments though, the overly-excitable blonde looked at the girl in front of her more closely and her potential new friend really didn&#039;t appear to be all that well. Maddie wondered if the brunette was sick and that was why she was coughing so much. Before she got the chance to ask though, the concerning girl finally managed to catch her breath and apologized rather formally to her. Maddie accepted right away, knowing the girl surely hadn&#039;t meant to nearly cough on her, especially if she really was as sick as she looked. Slightly subdued with her concern for the brunette, the young witch calmly introduced herself and asked if the girl (whose name turned out to be [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina Sasseville[/i][/color]) was alright. The two young witches then began talking more freely with one another and were soon smiling and laughing together too. It even turned out, to Maddie&#039;s great delight, that [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] was also debuting that evening! By the time they&#039;d gone through the ceremony together, the two girls had become nearly inseparable.<br /><br />Maddie was able to go and visit [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color] soon after that, seeing as they lived quite close to one another. They started having regular play dates and grew even closer over the course of the next few months (with [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] frequently visiting Maddie as well). The blonde-haired girl enjoyed spending time with her new best friend, especially when they were allowed to go outside. She loved exploring the Sasseville&#039;s property and showing [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color] around her own family&#039;s house, stables, and grounds. Maddie was sometimes worried about the brunette&#039;s health and wellbeing, having learned quite quickly that she was, unfortunately, chronically ill, but the cheerful witch tried her best to just have fun with the other girl and stay positive. <br /><br />Shortly after meeting and getting to know [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina,[/i][/color] Maddie also met her older sister, [color=#EF7A9A][i]Keichelle Sasseville.[/i][/color] The young witch quickly grew to have a soft spot for her and ended up seeing and spending almost as much time with the older girl as she did with [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie.[/i][/color] Along with the other two witches, Maddie also quickly became close with their second eldest brother, [color=#EF7A9A][i]Eliott Sasseville.[/i][/color] The pair bonded over their shared love of art and would often spend hours painting together, using each other&#039;s supplies and critiquing each other&#039;s creations when they were finished with them. The blonde-haired girl didn&#039;t mind the 3 year age gap between them in the slightest, but she was quite sad knowing [color=#EF7A9A][i]Eliott[/i][/color] would be leaving for Beauxbatons the following year. Because Maddie was spending so much time with the Sassevilles, she quickly began to feel as though she was a part of the family herself and soon preferred being at their house to her own because of this. She spent as much time there as she was allowed and eventually stopped begging her parents to take her to more balls and parties, just going with the Sassevilles instead.<br /><br />A surprise arrived on Maddie&#039;s 9th birthday: Soleil, a young Selle Francais that her grandfather had bred, trained, and raised himself. Adrien had also received his own horse around the same age, but Maddie was still super excited and felt just as special about being given the chestnut filly. So much so that she ran over to her grandfather and gave him a tight, only-slightly-timid hug. A few months later, Adrien went off to start his schooling at Beauxbatons. Maddie really missed her older brother at first, but they&#039;d never been super close, so the young witch soon grew used to him not being around nearly as much. She did still occasionally write letters to him though, but usually only got a brief, sullen response back. Maddie was even sadder that [color=#EF7A9A][i]Elle[/i][/color] went off to the magical school that year as well, as she basically thought of her as an older sister at that point. Thankfully, the eldest Sasseville sister was much more enthusiastic and cheerful about letter-writing and Maddie wrote her several responses each week, eager to hear back and know everything new that the older girl was experiencing.<br /><br />When Maddie was ten, she finally convinced her father to tell her about his side of the family. He explained that he had grown up in the muggle world and it had been a big shock to him, his parents, and his older brother when they all found out he was a wizard. He hadn&#039;t spoken to anyone in his family since leaving Beauxbatons and the reason for that was because they had never really gotten along, even before it was found out that he was magical. The blonde-haired girl was sad to hear this, both for herself and her Papa. She desperately hoped, one day, she&#039;d finally get to meet her other set of grandparents and uncle and that they would all be happy and have a good time together.<br /><br />Maddie passed the next year by visiting [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color] and her family as much as she could, caring for and riding Soleil, and spending most of her evenings in her father&#039;s workshop, watching him work and frequently painting or drawing herself.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [color=#C5617D][i]first year at beauxbatons;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />When it was finally time for Maddie to head off to Beauxbatons to start her first year, she almost couldn&#039;t contain her excitement. She was looking forward to everything, especially the prospect of making lots of new friends. The young girl also knew she&#039;d be able to spend a lot more time with [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] and her older siblings (especially if she ended up in the same house as them), and her mother was even allowing her to bring Soleil along with her, which meant she&#039;d still be able to see and ride her precious mare every day. The journey to the school was a very enjoyable one for the blonde-haired witch. She was fascinated by the big carriage she got to ride in, especially as it was pulled by Abraxans. Her family didn&#039;t currently breed or train them and she&#039;d never seen such big horses in person before. Maddie also appreciated the fact that she got to travel with her best friend and many other students who lived in the same area as her. It was a very comfortable and pleasant trip and the 11-year-old was rather sad when it was over.<br /><br />Her sadness only lasted for a moment though, as once the young girl stepped out of the towering carriage and fully took in her new surroundings, she became completely smitten with both the magical school and its grounds and was thrilled knowing she&#039;d get to live there and explore it all over the course of the next seven years. Maddie&#039;s happiness and excitement continued to grow throughout the evening as she got to see more and more of the castle and she was also soon sorted, along with all the other first years. She was pleased to be placed into Papillonlisse (like her Papa) and hoped she&#039;d get a chance to meet and spend plenty of time with all of her new housemates over the course of the coming months.<br /><br />After the thrill of the beginning-of-term died down though, the blonde-haired witch grew unexpectedly homesick. Having had quite a bit of (unplanned) freedom for the majority of her childhood, it was hard for Maddie to settle into the daily routine of the formal school. She just wasn&#039;t used to having so many restrictions and responsibilities placed on her (especially when it came to having to be inside and wear her uncomfortable school robes for the majority of the day, as well as constantly receiving so much homework). She also missed her Papa desperately. Thankfully, Maddie did slowly grow more adjusted over the course of the following few weeks, with the help of the fair number of encouraging letters she received from her father. Having [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color] and Soliel close at hand helped tremendously as well.<br /><br />Once she&#039;d gotten more comfortable with her new schedule and environment, the 11-year-old began spending as much time as she possibly could exploring the castle and its grounds. Her favourite place at the school quickly became the stables and she&#039;d often spend most evenings there, visiting with all the horses and pampering Soleil. Maddie&#039;s second favourite place was the dining hall, as she was mesmerized by the majestic room, with its tall ceilings and multiple chandeliers, and the food was always delicious as well. The young girl loved lunch the most, since she actually had the opportunity to eat outside and socialize more with her classmates than during any of the other meals. She looked forward to any chance she got to partake of the school&#039;s yummy cuisine though, especially when it involved desserts and sweets. <br /><br />Even after Maddie grew more accustomed to Beauxbatons, she still had a fair bit of trouble with her classes and often needed a lot of encouragement from her friends and classmates to get her schoolwork done on time. The Papillonlisse just couldn&#039;t seem to stay focused for very long and she&#039;d always get distracted by the smallest of things. She had quite a bit of an easier time with the classes she enjoyed and had a natural talent for though (Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, and Creative Arts and Literature).<br /><br />The first year saw more of her brother throughout the year, but it was usually only at meal times or random occurrences between classes, so she never really got to talk to or spend any time with him. To try to make up for the lack of familial relations she was having with Adrien, Maddie kept in constant contact with her father. She was still missing him greatly, and writing and receiving letters to and from him helped her feel as though she wasn&#039;t really all that far away from him. <br /><br />The blonde-haired witch became very distressed when [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] unexpectedly became quite ill for an extended period of time in the middle of the school year. She fussed and worried over the petite, frail girl the entire duration of her bout of sickness, only leaving her side for classes, hurried meals, and when she was forced to go to bed. Maddie even tried to help her poorly friend keep up with her schoolwork, but she wasn&#039;t the greatest tutor and it only resulted in the highly concerned witch neglecting her own studies even more so than she usually did, since she was so caught up in helping the brunette feel better. [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color] did eventually recover, to Maddie&#039;s relief, but both girls had to work quite hard to catch up in their classes for a few weeks afterwards (which was quite hard for the easily distracted blonde.) <br /><br />The elemental attack that happened a couple of months after Christmas was one of the most miserable, scary, and confusing times of Maddie&#039;s life. At first, she had been quite fascinated by the group of interesting wizards, believing that they were truly there to help the staff and students and keep them all safe. The large vines that took over the school soon after that initial greeting had Maddie questioning the whole situation though, and her outlook only deteriorated from then on. The 11-year-old began to feel mistrustful towards the elementals after a while, especially when [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] ended up in the hospital wing for the second time that school year. The vines that brought on another bout of the delicate girl&#039;s sickness had only shown up in the school when the elementals had arrived. Maddie began to wonder if they had caused them to grow and were, therefore, the reason her dear friend was so ill once again. Her increasing wariness and dislike of the peculiar wizards grew ten-fold after the young witch became aware of the fact that she couldn&#039;t leave the school, not even to go to the stables to see Soleil. After this realization, she became very upset and worried. She could keep a close eye on [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie,[/i][/color] since they were both stuck inside, but her beloved horse had no one to look after her and it scared Maddie a little, not knowing what state her precious mare was in. Thankfully, her anxiousness was fairly short-lived, as a couple of weeks later news spread throughout the school that the elementals had been defeated. There were casualties from the confrontation, which saddened the Papillonlisse, but she felt mostly glad that the school year could continue the way it was supposed to once more. She hoped that [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] would soon be able to return to her healthy, happy self and not have to stay cooped up in the stuffy hospital wing any longer. Maddie certainly thought they had both spent more than enough time in it the past few months. <br /><br />As the school year quickly came to a close, Maddie looked forward to a carefree summer, where she could spend all day outside and see her family and their horses every day. Throughout the entire, unexpectedly emotional and trying year for the blonde-haired witch, she had met quite a few of her yearmates. She&#039;d tried to become close with all of them, but had ended up only really hitting it off with a few of her fellow first years. She, therefore, just had her usual plans to spend most of her time at the Sasseville&#039;s house over the next few months, along with working on her art more regularly again, as she hadn&#039;t had nearly as much time to draw and paint at the wizarding school as she&#039;d expected. <br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]second year at beauxbatons;;[/i][/color] <br /><br />After a nice, relaxing summer Maddie was even more eager to start her second year at Beauxbatons than she had been with her first. The Papillonlisse was excited for the chance to, once again, ride in the large, comfy carriage from Bordeaux and travel together with [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] and all the other school-aged Sasseville siblings. The 12-year-old talked non-stop the entire journey, trying to engage everyone on board in her conversation - particularly the new students from Hogwarts, who Maddie was very fascinated by. She didn&#039;t fully understand why they were attending Beauxbatons that year, but it thrilled the second year, nonetheless, knowing that she&#039;d have the opportunity to make even more new friends - and British ones at that! <br /><br />Maddie grew used to the set school routine much more quickly than she had the previous year. She was actually quite eager to learn new things and even ended up trying a bit harder to keep up with her schoolwork. The young girl still struggled quite a bit in some of her classes, but she managed to make vast improvements in others, such as Metaphysics. The class definitely wasn&#039;t one of her favourites, but the second year did rather enjoy herself during one particular lesson later on in the school year. She&#039;d been partnered up with [color=#EF7A9A][i]Jaspar Travers,[/i][/color] a Bellefeuille in her year. Maddie found him to be quite nice and funny at times and she was thrilled to be getting to work so closely with the taller wizard, especially in one of the classes she struggled the most with. They had to present their findings from the assigned work they&#039;d been given that day to all their classmates and the Papillonlisse was more than willing to do most of the talking, excited to share what they&#039;d come up. She babbled on and on for much longer than was necessary, going off on many tangents, but the pair still managed to get a decent grade on their assignment, which made Maddie very, very happy. From that day on, the 12-year-old always looked forward to Metaphysics. She also became much better friends with [color=#EF7A9A][i]Jaspar[/i][/color] and the two started to study regularly together. <br /><br />[s]The blonde-haired witch met [color=#EF7A9A][i]Elfie Marchand[/i][/color] a few weeks into the new term, while they were both doing their Student Service in the stables. The two girls instantly clicked and grew quite close soon after that first encounter, particularly after realizing how many things they had in common (including a love of horses). Maddie was ecstatic to learn that [color=#EF7A9A][i]Elfie[/i][/color] also liked to draw and paint and the pair began to frequently spend their evenings chatting and working on their art, side-by-side, after their classes were finished for the day.[/s]<br /><br />During that school year, [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] decided to join Beauxbatons&#039; Penpal Service and she was soon after paired up with a girl their age at Durmstrang named [color=#EF7A9A][i]Kyllikki Kirkkomäki.[/i][/color] Maddie was excited for her best friend, knowing that since the frail brunette was frequently quite sick and bedridden, it would be good for her to be able to interact with someone who wasn&#039;t constantly fussing over her. The young girl was also pleased by the way [color=#EF7A9A][i]Kylli&#039;s[/i][/color] letters always seemed to cheer her friend up, as [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color] would often laugh or have a smile on her face while reading them. When the Sasseville chose to share her letters with Maddie (which was nearly every time she received a new one), they&#039;d talk about them happily together and giggle incessantly over [color=#EF7A9A][i]Kylli&#039;s[/i][/color] bad grammar. The second year soon learned that [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] was trying to learn Swedish to better communicate with her penpal and it made her want to learn a new language too.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]third year at beauxbatons;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />Maddie met [color=#EF7A9A][i]Alessandro Marconi[/i][/color] one afternoon, a few months into her third school year. Thinking back on the previous term, when [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] had gotten a penpal and begun teaching herself how to speak another language, the Papillonlisse became inspired to learn one herself: English. She found the language quite fascinating and hoped to eventually become good friends with someone who spoke it fluently. The French witch also thought it would just be plain fun and exciting to get fairly good at speaking it and then surprise her friends (specifically [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color]) by talking to them, out of the blue, in English instead of French. She started to get a tad frustrated though, after a few weeks of struggling to learn even the simplest of phrases, as it wasn&#039;t turning out to be nearly as easy as she&#039;d expected. Luckily [color=#EF7A9A][i]Ale[/i][/color] happened upon Maddie when she was out, alone, in the school grounds, trying to sound out words and read a few sentences. He immediately went up to her and started talking excitedly in fluent English, thinking the tall blonde could also speak it really well based off of the few words he&#039;d heard her say. Maddie, shocked, looked at him as if he were a genius and then got very excited herself, asking him if he&#039;d teach her to speak it as well as he did. The younger boy agreed and from then on they had frequent learning/teaching sessions over the course of the school year, with the 13-year-old making steady progress.<br /><br />Later on that same term, [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] began to show more interest in horses and asked Maddie about how to properly take care of one, specifically Soleil. The young girl instantly agreed to teach her, of course, pleased to have another reason to spend more time with both her beloved horse and best friend. She was unbelievably happy those first few nights in the stables, grooming Soleil and chattering endlessly about how amazing and beautiful horses were, alongside [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color]. That pure joy quickly turned into concern and guilt when, less than a week into their daily &quot;horse care&quot; lessons, the poorly brunette became seriously ill once again. The blonde-haired witch, as had become the routine over the years, cared for [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] as best she could for the duration of the relapse, just wanting to spend every waking minute she could with her dear friend. Maddie was truly beginning to realize just how fragile the Sasseville&#039;s condition was, and it made her worry that [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color] could, someday, never get better, only increasingly worse, and that the third year could eventually lose her best friend forever, if the Healers in charge of her treatment were never able to come up with a permanent cure for her illness. Because of this growing worry and rare bit of pessimism, Maddie went into a bit of a funk around this time and it lasted well after [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] had recovered from her bad bout of sickness. She became much more distant than usual and began to write and draw a lot more frequently than she previously had, often wandering off on her own to a secluded spot in the Beauxbatons grounds. The Papillonlisse was also quite listless during meals and antsy during her classes, both of which were highly unusual behaviours for her. The despondent girl was eventually confronted by [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color] and it took a long, serious talk to reassure Maddie that her dearest friend wasn&#039;t going anywhere anytime soon and that she really shouldn&#039;t worry so much about her. After double and triple checking that the brunette truly meant all of her comforting words, the 13-year-old quickly returned to her normally cheerful self and vowed to never let herself get so down about anything ever again. <br /><br />A few weeks after getting fully out of her gloomy mood, the French witch met [color=#EF7A9A][i]Adèle Appel.[/i][/color] The younger girl was a Bellefeuille in the year below Maddie and she turned out to be another horse lover (and owner!) for the tall blonde to befriend. The pair soon bonded over all the similarities they had and began to frequently go riding together as well. It wasn&#039;t too long before Maddie had even grown to love [color=#EF7A9A][i]Adèle&#039;s[/i][/color] pony, Toulouse, almost as much as she adored her own mare, Soleil.<br /><br />[s]Around Maddie&#039;s 14th birthday, she had a fun, &quot;girly&quot; afternoon with [color=#EF7A9A][i]Elfie[/i][/color] and [color=#EF7A9A][i]Gabrielle Delacour,[/i][/color] two of her favourite friends. The girls were also two of the best with makeup that the now-14-year-old knew and she had learned quite a bit about it from the both of them. In addition, the Papillonlisse had grown to truly like and be curious about makeup and other such things teenage girls often know about because of them. So much so, that by the end of the school year she had really started to look forward to and be excited about the occasional makeover and gossiping session that she had with her friends.[/s] <br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]fourth year at beauxbatons;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />[s]Maddie was thrilled to go with [color=#EF7A9A][i]Elfie[/i][/color] on her first trip to Chatoeil near the beginning of her fourth year at Beauxbatons. The excitable blonde was eager to show the younger witch all the places she liked the best and thought were the most pretty and fun. She had thoroughly enjoyed the trips she&#039;d taken by herself or with her yearmates nearly every weekend the previous school year, especially due to the fact that it meant she&#039;d had a whole new place to explore. She&#039;d quickly made a habit of stopping at the local cafe and chocolate shop each week to stock up on as many chocolates and cakes as she could afford and with [color=#EF7A9A][i]Elfie[/i][/color] also having a soft spot for sugary foods, she too soon started doing the same thing. The pair would often buy each other a cake or two and then sit down in the cafe together to chat and enjoy their goodies.[/s]<br /><br />Maddie continued her English lessons with [color=#EF7A9A][i]Alessandro[/i][/color] throughout the year, though the two of them had become quite good friends at that point and tended to spend more time together doing other things than just studying or practising their linguistics skills. The fourth year was particularly happy when she finally managed to convince the younger wizard to come with her to the stables one afternoon. The tall boy was frightened of the big, beautiful creatures and Maddie had been trying to get him to accompany her on one of her frequent visits to groom and spend time with her own horse since they&#039;d met the previous school year. She, therefore, took it as a great and exciting achievement when [color=#EF7A9A][i]Ale[/i][/color] did agree to go with her, even if he wasn&#039;t overly enthusiastic about it. The blonde-haired witch hoped he&#039;d also finally get on and ride Soleil as well, as that was another thing the determined girl was really wanting her friend to experience. She didn&#039;t fully understand the 13-year-old&#039;s fear of her most favourite animals in the whole wide world and she really hoped, if he just saw and got used to being around a nice, gentle horse (like her Soleil), [color=#EF7A9A][i]Ale[/i][/color] would eventually come to love them as much as she did. Unfortunately, the third year still refused outright to get on Maddie&#039;s beloved mare and though the Papillonlisse was quite disappointed, she was still very muchly intent on, one day, seeing her English tutor sitting on the back of a horse, with a smile on his face to boot.<br /><br />Funnily enough, a few months later, [color=#EF7A9A][i]Alessandro[/i][/color] was in the same sort of situation with the previously very confident and fervent girl. Maddie had a great, unexplainable aversion to heights and [color=#EF7A9A][i]Ale,[/i][/color] being the avid climber he was, had been trying to convince the 14-year-old to climb a tree with him since they&#039;d become friends. The fourth year had always adamantly said &quot;No!&quot; to his requests, worried she would fall and hurt herself. That particular day though, the younger wizard had cleverly made her a harness and Maddie was tempted to try it, as though it was still fairly dangerous in her mind, it did look awfully fun. The curious girl, therefore, agreed to try it, but the handmade contraption ended up breaking shortly after she began to make her way up their chosen tree. Luckily, [color=#EF7A9A][i]Alessandro[/i][/color] had made sure to stay close to the nervous blonde and was able to grab onto her and pull her back towards the tree before she&#039;d fallen too far. After making it back onto solid ground, Maddie thanked her friend for saving her, but in the back of her mind, she knew she definitely wouldn&#039;t be agreeing to climb any trees in the near future, even if safety measures were put into place.<br /><br />One of the most exciting days of the school year for Maddie was when, around the time of her best friend&#039;s birthday, she surprised [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] with all the English she&#039;d learned over the past two years. The Papillonlisse was not only able to say &quot;Happy Birthday, Sabbie!&quot; in her broken accent, but also recite a special poem she&#039;d written for the Sasseville. Pleased with how well her gift was received, the fourth year was eager to introduce her dear friend to her English tutor, wanting him to get all the credit for all she&#039;d managed to learn in the short time they&#039;d been studying together. After her two closest friends had gotten properly acquainted [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] suggested the young witch try to get an English-speaking penpal to practise all she&#039;d learned, so she could get even better at writing and speaking it. Maddie agreed to wholeheartedly, signing up for Beauxbatons&#039; Penpal Service that very same day. <br /><br />By the time the end-of-term had arrived, the blonde-haired girl was in very high spirits. She&#039;d had an enjoyable, fun year with all of her friends and now had an even better summer to look forward to. The International Summer School, at Academy Athena, had been announced and Maddie had been given permission to go by both of her parents. She was extremely excited at the prospect of going somewhere completely new for a whole two months, along with the chance to meet a whole bunch of new people [i]and[/i] do a variety of summer camp activities, to top it all off! The 15-year-old was most looking forward to finally meeting her best friend&#039;s penpal, [color=#EF7A9A][i]Kyllikki,[/i][/color] above everything else though. She already thought of the Finn as one of her friends, after getting to know her through [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie&#039;s[/i][/color] letters, so she hoped she&#039;d truly be able to become [color=#EF7A9A][i]Kylli&#039;s[/i][/color] friend after they met face-to-face. <br /><br />As expected, the young witch had an absolutely amazing time at the ISS. She met a lot of new, interesting people (including a few students from Hogwarts). [s]One particular, excitable girl intrigued Maddie: [color=#EF7A9A][i]Tori Cooper[/i][/color]. The two ended up spending quite a bit of time together over the course of the summer and, by the end of it, they&#039;d decided to become penpals and keep in touch once they&#039;d returned home for the new school year.[/s] The Papillonlisse&#039;s wish of finally getting to meet [color=#EF7A9A][i]Kyllikki[/i][/color] was, indeed, granted. After a bit of confusion over whether they were all actually themselves, the three girls met for the first time and the tall blonde was almost more excited to see the eldest Kirkkomäki sister, in person, than [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] was! She hit it off so well with the Finn that they decided to start writing letters to each other after the summer ended too. Overall, Maddie had one of the best, most enjoyable summers of her life and she was quite sad when the ISS ended. She had grown to miss her home, family, Soleil, and Beauxbatons though, after being away from it all for two straight months, so a part of her was also looking forward to going back to the wizarding school and her normal routine. She&#039;d made plenty of memories and new friends to keep her going for months, at the very least, regardless!<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]fifth year at beauxbatons;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />Maddie went into her fifth year at Beauxbatons on a bit of an emotional high after having such an enjoyable summer, but her enthusiasm, positivity, and good mood were immediately put to the test when the house elves that normally made all of the food for the students and professors who studied, lived, and worked in the castle throughout the school year appeared to have gone missing during the beginning-of-term feast. Not only was the young witch worried about the welfare of the house elves, but she was also slightly concerned about what would be served for their meals over the following few months if the small, friendly cooks weren&#039;t found right away. Maddie was normally a very easygoing person, but she was a bit picky about what she put into her stomach. The curious girl perked up slightly at the discovery of an intriguing tunnel under the castle that very same night though, longing to venture into it immediately even though it was forbidden by Headmistress Maxime, for the concern over what could potentially reside in the mysterious passage.<br /><br />The Papillonlisse had even more to worry about over the coming months, after word about the terrible disaster that had occurred at Hogwarts had reached the French wizarding school. [s]Maddie was instantly concerned about her new friend and penpal, [color=#EF7A9A][i]Tori,[/i][/color] and wrote a letter to the Irish witch the first chance she got, hoping to get a quick response back that all was well with the young Hufflepuff.[/s] A few weeks later, a large group of injured Hogwarts students came to stay at Beauxbatons after they were unable to return to their own school due to a strange dome forming around it. The tall blonde was happy to have the opportunity to socialize and meet more of the British witches and wizards, but she was also quite sad and sympathetic towards them as well, knowing how much they must have gone through over the past month and how hard it must have been to be away from home for so long too.<br /><br />As the school year continued, Maddie began to notice the tell-tale signs that [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] was starting to get sick again. The frail brunette didn&#039;t seem to have a whole lot of energy and she was quite listless during mealtimes and in their classes as well. Eventually, it got to the point where the concerned girl could no longer ignore what was right in front of her and she questioned the Sasseville during lunch one day in early December, wanting to know if the ballerina truly was feeling ill once again. [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color] avoided her best friend&#039;s fairly obvious inquiry though, making an excuse of being late to meet up with her older sister. A few hours later, unsurprisingly but still to her great dismay, Maddie heard about [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] collapsing in the middle of a dance practice with [color=#EF7A9A][i]Elle[/i][/color] and she rushed to the hospital wing immediately, to see how bad the sickly brunette&#039;s relapse was that time.<br /><br />The Papillonlisse spent the remainder of the term fretting over her unconscious best friend and remained at her side as she slowly began to recover. The frail witch deteriorated once again after being moved home for the Christmas holidays though and Maddie was thankful her parents had allowed her to stay at the Sassevilles for the majority of her break from school, especially when [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color] took a turn for the worse on Christmas Day. The tall blonde had woken up early that morning, excited to spend the day with her second family, and she was eager to exchange gifts and take part in the festive traditions they had. The ballerina became very ill after they&#039;d opened their presents together in her room though and it quickly became clear that [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] was far sicker than she normally became. So much so, that her eldest brother made the call to Apparate her to their local hospital, leaving a panicked, sobbing Maddie behind where she could do nothing but worry and wonder if her best friend could survive yet another terrible relapse.<br /><br />Thankfully, [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color] did pull through her particularly bad bout of sickness and returned to Beauxbatons at the start of January with a very relieved Maddie. The Papillonlisse was happy to see the brunette slowly begin to recuperate as the new term progressed, patiently waiting for the day that [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] was feeling completely well and content once again. Such a day never came though, or at least not in the way that the naive girl had expected. The Sasseville did eventually appear to mostly recover physically, but something still felt off to Maddie. Her best friend was acting strangely and it wasn&#039;t until around the time of her 16th birthday that the tall blonde began to understand why. [color=#EF7A9A][i]Elle[/i][/color] had planned a surprise party for the excitable witch and [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabbie[/i][/color] was the one to bring her to it. The French girl was thrilled and happy to have the special occasion to spend with two of her favourite people, especially as she hadn&#039;t really gotten to talk or spend much time with either of the sisters over the previous few months. <br /><br />The remainder of the school brought further highs and lows to Maddie&#039;s life. She was excited to take part in the Pegasus Derby in April, even though she didn&#039;t end up placing due to some miscommunication between her and her unfamiliar mount, but the massive flood that occurred in May had her spirits low once again and she ended up sneaking out of her common room, along with a couple of her friends, in an attempt to check on Soleil and the other horses boarded at the wizarding school. The three girls were caught before they even made it out of the castle, but the tall blonde didn&#039;t regret breaking the rules, as she knew it had been worth it, danger and punishments aside, and that her intentions had been good.<br /><br />-add a specific mention of Emilia in the above paragraph?<br /><br />The end-of-term finally arrived and Maddie felt a mixture of relief and dread at the thought of another year at Beauxbatons coming to an end. She was comforted, knowing that [color=#EF7A9A][i]Sabrina[/i][/color] had made it through both terms, even if she had had some very close calls, but the Papillonlisse still felt that something wasn&#039;t quite right with her best friend and hoped she&#039;d be able to have a proper conversation with her over the summer and become close with the brunette once more. She was also quite sad knowing that [color=#EF7A9A][i]Elle[/i][/color] was graduating and she wouldn&#039;t be able to see her nearly as often in the future, but she was equal measures of happy and proud that the eldest female Sasseville had chosen to become a Healer and start at Jehnne de Brigue that very summer. [s]Quite a bit of change was about to happen and Maddie felt as though she was ready and willing for it all, no matter the outcome.[/s]<br /><br />-blow up/heart-to-heart with Sabbie in early August<br />-Rosa visited Maddie in mid-August<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]sixth year at beauxbatons;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-Madame Maxime&#039;s giant relatives ended up staying at Beauxbatons (revealed in December), Comité de Vigilance (arrived in January) and the French Ministry attempted to interfere throughout the entire school year (really started in March/April)<br />-Sabbie&#039;s health had returned almost to normal, which made Maddie very happy!<br />-the two besties&#039; relationship was also almost as it once was, with Maddie still none-the-wiser to the dark secrets that Sabrina was keeping from her<br />-stuff with Ale??<br />-starts to (finally) become intrigued by boys? (Ale, Rafe, Atticus?!)<br />-Stable Service with her horsie friends<br />-didn&#039;t hear from Elle that often (besides the occasional, brief letter) until near the end of the school year<br />-she inadvertently ended up in the middle of Sabbie and Elle&#039;s fight over Elle choosing to become a Healer<br />-wrote her &quot;special&quot; sixth year exams at the end of the year (studied reasonably hard for them, with Sabbie&#039;s help - were they on all of their classes??)<br />-summer happenings??? (mostly Sasseville drama?, worked a lot on her art, wrote frequently to Atticus??, highly anticipated her final year at school?!)[/color][/size]&nbsp; <br /><br />[center][img]http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd247/declanodwyer/headers/mad-005_zps34ddd5cb.png[/img][/center] <br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#C9889B][color=#a8274c][b]Strong Area of Magic:[/b][/color] Creative Arts and Literature, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Weak Area of Magic:[/b][/color] Metaphysics, Potions, Medical Studies <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Dreamer or Realist?[/b][/color] Dreamer <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Arts or Science?[/b][/color] Arts <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Handy Work or Studies?[/b][/color] Handy Work <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Life or Death?[/b][/color] Life <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Beauty or Efficiency?[/b][/color] Beauty<br />[color=#a8274c][b]Complex or Simple?[/b][/color] Simple<br />[color=#a8274c][b]The moon is ...?[/b][/color] “Mesmerizing, but I’d much rather be out in the daytime, with the sun above me, when it’s bright and warm.” <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Flowers are ...?[/b][/color] “An art form. They can be planted in such a way, or picked and pressed, in order to become a piece of artwork. They are beautiful, but fragile. Like many other kinds of art.”<br />[color=#a8274c][b]Poetry is ...?[/b][/color] “Not always straight-forward, but usually quite beautiful. It is both simple and complex at the same time.”<br />[color=#a8274c][b]Preferred House:[/b][/color] Papillonlisse <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Preferred Student Service:[/b][/color] Stable Service[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd247/declanodwyer/headers/mad-006_zps70d52d5e.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />size=8pt][color=#C9889B][color=#a8274c][b]Pets:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Alice:[/i][/color] A 7-year-old tawny owl. She is a fast flyer and a good hunter. Unfortunately, she has a short attention span, so she&#039;s not the most reliable when it comes to delivering post.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Soliel:[/i][/color] A 11-year-old chestnut Selle Francais mare. Maddie has had her since she was 3 and brings her to school with her every year. She is a fairly quiet and friendly horse, but can be quite energetic at times as well. <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Wand:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Length:[/i][/color] 11 and 3/4 inches<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Wood:[/i][/color] Cedar<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Core:[/i][/color] Unicorn tail hair <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#C5617D][i]Flexibility:[/i][/color] Slightly springy <br />color=#a8274c][b]Quidditch position:[/b][/color] None. Maddie appreciates the game of Quidditch, but she doesn&#039;t understand how flying up super high in the sky on thin pieces of wood, while trying not to be knocked out by crazy, flying balls or other players, is fun.<br />[color=#a8274c][b]Anything else?[/b][/color] I have permission from Michaela for the family connections and from the other drivers for their characters&#039; mentions. ^^ Thanks everyone for all of the help and advice! (Also thanks to Julie for the pretty spine! Maddie LOVES it! :3) <br />[color=#a8274c][b]Are You A Native English Speaker?:[/b][/color] Yes![/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd247/declanodwyer/headers/mad-007_zpsf64855bf.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#C9889B]It was a warm, sunny early August afternoon, and Maddie was, once again, spending it at her favourite family&#039;s home. It wasn&#039;t rare for the Girard to spend plenty of time at her best friend&#039;s house, especially during the summer holidays, but she&#039;d spent pretty much every day of the past month at the Sasseville residence and everyone who was well aware of her and Sabrina&#039;s shared history could probably guess why. &quot;Sabbie? Are you out here?&quot; Maddie craned her neck from side to side, hoping to spot the brown-haired girl somewhere on the lawns outside the Sasseville&#039;s home. She was standing by the front door, having spent the past few minutes searching the house for Sabrina - with no luck in finding her. Where could she be?!<br /><br />The ballerina had been ill for the duration of her fifth year at Beauxbatons, and the tall blonde had, therefore, been worried sick (though not literally, of course) about her the entire school year. She&#039;d tried to spend as much time as she possibly with the frail witch, but as Sabbie had appeared to begin to heal physically near the end of January, she&#039;d begun to get more and more unwell emotionally and mentally (which, unfortunately, went unnoticed by even those closest to her). The Papillonlisse had begun to expect that her dear friend was avoiding her in early March and though there&#039;d been a slight respite in the distance between them around Maddie&#039;s birthday, things had only gotten worse in the following weeks and months. The 16-year-old had gone from feeling suspicious to sad to confused to hopeful to disappointed to worried to even more confused in the past six months, and it had finally gotten to the point where she needed to get some answers from Sabrina, and not just for her own curiosity. Maddie was generally the type to be a follower and &quot;go-with-the-flow&quot;, but in this highly important and worrying case, she felt like she had to do something, for both her and her best friend&#039;s sakes.<br /><br />The Papillonlisse had kept a watchful eye on Sabbie ever since they&#039;d arrived home for the summer, but the two girls had never talked about anything remotely serious or important, just about the weather or their friends and family members - small talk, really. Maddie knew the brunette was keeping things from her though. Why else had she been acting so strangely the past few months? The normally very trusting witch had become quite skeptical of Sabrina and everything it seemed she wasn&#039;t telling her. She understood that sometimes people had things they didn&#039;t want to tell other people, but the pair of teenagers had always told each other everything. Or at least Maddie had thought they did.<br /><br />She was presently looking for the elusive girl as she&#039;d spent the morning playing with Axel and Aurelia and the tall blonde hadn&#039;t seen Sabbie since she&#039;d arrived at the house shortly after breakfast. She&#039;d been trying to find a good time to talk to the ballerina for weeks, but something or someone always seemed to interrupt them or get in their way. That day though, Maddie was determined to, literally, sit the sickly witch down and have a proper discussion with her, whether she wanted to or not. She was tired of feeling a disconnect with her best friend and she hoped by just coming out and asking Sabrina a few, real questions that she could fix things between them.<br /><br />Walking away from the house and towards a tree that the brunette occasionally sat under, the Papillonlisse grinned excitedly when she caught sight of Sabbie, perched rather stiffly on the worn, painted bench that was beneath it. Skipping the rest of the way up to the lone girl, Maddie lightly plopped herself down beside her, tempted to playfully poke Sabrina&#039;s arm but resisting the urge, not knowing the Sasseville&#039;s current mood. &quot;Sabs! Here you are! Have you been sitting here long, all by yourself?&quot; Beaming contentedly at her dear friend, the 16-year-old took a deep breath and started the conversation she&#039;d been wanting to have with the ballerina for months. &quot;Ummm...can I ask you a question, Sabbie?&quot; Maddie looked down at her lap and picked at a seam at the bottom of her skirt, feeling unexpectedly nervous all of the sudden. &quot;I know during my birthday party, the one you and Elle planned for me, you said you weren&#039;t upset with me, but has that changed? It&#039;s just... you seem to be trying to spend even less time with me than you were before and... I-I kinda feel like there are things you&#039;re keeping from me.&quot; Looking back up and meeting her dear friend&#039;s eye, the tall blonde broached one final question. &quot;You&#039;d have told me, wouldn&#039;t of you, if something was really wrong?&quot;[/color][/size]
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(1000510551, 131655, 23748, 1000866498, 'Leo &lt;333', 'Becca', 'bookishlybecca@gmail.com', 1405188012, '66.209.57.10', 1, 1566272184, 'Becca', '[center][img]http://i61.tinypic.com/2lcsjf6.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][table][tr][td][b][size=8pt][color=#707e80]b e s t&nbsp;  f r i e n d s[/color][/b]<br />[size=8pt][color=#389eac]Frida Trickett (Future wife! &lt;[i][/i]3)<br />Jonathan Emerson (Cousin &amp; best mate!)<br />Meredith Emerson (Little sis, Cooking buddy :3)<br />Holden Emerson (&quot;Baby&quot; brother)<br />Poesy Darling (26, Potioneer)<br />Benjamin Fletcher (27, Healer at St. Mungo&#039;s)<br />Laura Millings (26, Ministry Photographer)<br />Maisie Miller (26, Ministry Worker)[/size]<br />[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#707e80][b]f r i e n d s[/b]<br />[color=#389eac]Katherine Emerson (Cousin)<br />Jonathan Emerson Sr. (&quot;Favourite&quot; uncle)<br />Sindri Trickett (25, Hogwarts Adult)<br />Tóka Trickett (23, Photographer)<br />Brita Trickett (25, Swimming Instructor)<br />Fergie Flume (26, Ministry Worker)<br />Honey Bea Flume (29, Honeydukes Owner)<br />Nerys Blevins (30, Potions Mentor?)<br />Joanna Hennings (28, Head Hit Witch)<br />[/color][/td]<br />[/tr]<br />[tr][td][size=8pt][color=#707e80][b]a c q u a i n t a n c e s[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#389eac]--[/size]<br />[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#707e80][b]e n e m i e s[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#389eac]--<br />[/size][/td][/tr]<br />[/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][table]<br />[tr]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#707e80][b]s h e e t&nbsp;  c h a n g e s&nbsp; (as of 03/16/2019)[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#389eac]--<br /><br />[color=#707e80][b]t o - d o[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#389eac]- [s]appearance[/s]<br />- [s]personality[/s]<br />- [s]parental history[/s]<br />- [s]childhood[/s]<br />- [s]school years[/s]<br />- adulthood (0/40+)<br />- [s]rp response[/s]<br /><br />- pay for Leo&#039;s broomstick (still just a Nimbus 2000?)<br />- also pay for Moly! (half-Kneazle)<br />- add in retconned Frida notes!!<br />- add in some new connections?? (ideally not...)<br /><br />-Retconned connections to eventually add: Maisie, Poesy, Joanna, <br />Fergie, Robin, Fflur, Hal/Ruari, Flo/Arkadiy, Will, basically the entire <br />wizarding adult population on MH... &gt;&gt;<br /><br />[/td][/tr]<br />[/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i61.tinypic.com/2lcsjf6.png[/img]<br />[size=8pt][color=#389eac][i]heart beats fast, colours and promises<br />how to be brave? how can I love when I&#039;m afraid to fall?<br />[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#707e80][color=#295264][b]First Name:[/b][/color] Leopold<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Goes By:[/i][/color] Leo<br />[color=#295264][b]Middle Name:[/b][/color] Jacob<br />[color=#295264][b]Last Name:[/b][/color] Emerson<br />[color=#295264][b]Blood Status:[/b][/color] Halfblood<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Mother:[/i][/color] Muggle<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Father:[/i][/color] Pureblood<br />[color=#295264][b]Nationality:[/b][/color] English<br />[color=#295264][b]Spoken Languages:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Native:[/i][/color] English<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Fluent:[/i][/color] French<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Semi-fluent:[/i][/color] Catalan, Spanish<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Learning:[/i][/color] Italian, German, Russian<br />[color=#295264][b]Place of Birth:[/b][/color] Camden, London, England<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Current Residence:[/i][/color] Kensington, London, England (specific address?)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Previous Residence:[/i][/color] 1 Emerson Lane, Hogsmeade Village, Scotland<br />[color=#295264][b]Age/Date of Birth:[/b][/color] 28 / January 11<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Zodiac:[/i][/color] Capricorn<br />[color=#295264][b]Position:[/b][/color] Healer / Shop Keeper / Potioneer<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Primarily:[/i][/color] Runs his own private practice<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Secondarily:[/i][/color] Co-owns [i]Sugar &amp; Spice[/i]<br />[color=#295264][b]Approved Special Features:[/b][/color] --[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i57.tinypic.com/35hptp2.png[/img]<br />[size=8pt][color=#389eac][i]but watching you stand alone<br />all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow<br />[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#707e80][color=#295264][b]Eyes:[/b][/color] Leo has light grey, almost silver, eyes that are quite small and almond-shaped. His eyebrows are long and bushy, and his eyelashes are very thin and fine, making it look as if he doesn&#039;t have any at all.<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]Hair:[/b][/color] Leo’s hair is a dark chestnut colour. It is very short down the back and sides of his head, but the top is quite thick and has a slight wave to it near the front. It&#039;s just long enough for him to run his fingers through it.<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]Height:[/b][/color] 6&#039;3&quot;<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]Weight:[/b][/color] 185 pounds<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]General Appearance:[/b][/color] Leo has an oval-shaped face and a long, thick nose. His mouth is large with big, full lips, and he has a broad jaw with a rounded chin. Both his forehead and ears are quite pronounced and his neck is also rather sizeable. The brown-haired wizard is fair-skinned and rather lean for someone of his height, with a decent amount of muscle from all the exercising he does. He has large hands and feet, and though he prefers to be clean-shaven (especially when he’s working), some stubble can usually be found along his chin and jawline. He will even sport a thin moustache on occasion.<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]Dressing Style:[/b][/color] Leo, more often than not, likes to wear rather clean-cut and classy clothes. It may just be because of his lifestyle or profession, but he wears a lot of button-down shirts, ties, and fitted jackets. He will also frequently don a full suit or a set of dress robes when he feels it&#039;s appropriate or required. The former Ravenclaw almost always wears a pair of nice pants or trousers - no matter what he’s doing or where he’s going - and his shoes are usually fairly dressy as well. He has plenty of different pairs of Oxfords, Derbies, and Brogues to choose from. Leo will wear jeans and a t-shirt or long-sleeved shirt if he&#039;s just planning to spend the day at home, but he prefers to dress more formally when he’s out and about. He wears mostly blues, browns, greys and blacks, and he will often have his favourite platinum watch on his left wrist, as his main accessory.[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i61.tinypic.com/2ms09dh.png[/img]<br />[size=8pt][color=#389eac][i]I have died every day waiting for you,<br /> darling, don&#039;t be afraid, I have loved you<br />for a thousand years and I will love you for a thousand more<br />[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#707e80][color=#295264][b]General Character Traits:[/b][/color] Leo is generally a very [color=#389eac][i]serious[/i][/color] individual. He always appears to be [color=#389eac][i]level-headed[/i][/color] in every situation he finds himself in, and is quite [color=#389eac][i]practical[/i][/color] when it comes to dealing with anything and everything he encounters in his everyday life. It is because of this that his rare, often disguised laid-back side is only ever witnessed by a select few of his closest family members and friends. With people he’s comfortable around though, the tall man can be rather [color=#389eac][i]charming,[/i][/color] and even [color=#389eac][i]goofy[/i][/color] at times. He is very [color=#389eac][i]loving[/i][/color] and [color=#389eac][i]affectionate[/i][/color] with those he cares about, and often shows it with various forms of physical contact - a hug, gentle pat, friendly poke, or even a kiss to those he’s particularly close with. Overall, Leo just enjoys having fun and spending quality time with his loved ones, and he never takes it for granted. Not after all he and his siblings have been through.<br /><br />The young Healer is known for being very [color=#389eac][i]patient[/i][/color] and [color=#389eac][i]caring,[/i][/color] and is always overly [color=#389eac][i]generous[/i][/color] with both his time and money. He loves helping others, particularly those in need, and will go out of his way to assist someone whether they ask for help or not. The brown-haired wizard could also be described as being quite [color=#389eac][i]kind[/i][/color] and [color=#389eac][i]friendly.[/i][/color] Leo isn&#039;t a huge fan of socializing with people he doesn&#039;t know very well, but he will always be [color=#389eac][i]polite[/i][/color] and [color=#389eac][i]courteous[/i][/color] to anyone he comes in contact with, no matter how familiar he is with them. He generally just cares about everyone, particularly his family members and close friends, who he can become [color=#389eac][i]overprotective[/i][/color] of at times.<br /><br />The former Ravenclaw is [color=#389eac][i]intelligent[/i][/color] and a [color=#389eac][i]deep thinker.[/i][/color] He often has a lot on his mind and can appear quite preoccupied when he’s lost in thought over something that’s troubling him. Leo is also quite [color=#389eac][i]ambitious[/i][/color] and [color=#389eac][i]focused,[/i][/color] and he loves to succeed in everything he does - whether that&#039;s properly being able to help a sick or injured witch/wizard that comes into his clinic, or winning a pick-up game of Quidditch with his mates. He hates failing at anything, even if it’s not all that important, as he feels he&#039;s only letting people down when he does, including himself. The tall man is also a very [color=#389eac][i]cautious[/i][/color] wizard, who thinks carefully about everything he does. He&#039;s a [color=#389eac][i]planner[/i][/color] and likes to do things methodically and in an orderly manner. The Englishman greatly dislikes when things are messy and disorganized and could be considered a bit of [color=#389eac][i]neat freak,[/i][/color] if only in the way he likes his house, clinic, and everything else in his life to always be meticulously clean and tidy.<br /><br />Leo is a very [color=#389eac][i]independent[/i][/color] and [color=#389eac][i]responsible[/i][/color] person. He’s had to look after his siblings since his parents died, but he’d grown used to taking care of himself long before that. The self-reliant man spent nearly half of his childhood and teenage years in a wizarding boarding school, after all. As [color=#389eac][i]giving[/i][/color] as he is with his own resources, the brown-haired wizard isn’t very good at accepting help from others and always prefers doing things himself. He has gotten a bit better about this as he’s gotten older, but he is still quite [color=#389eac][i]set in his ways[/i][/color] and often refuses any assistance offered to him, even from his siblings and other family members.<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]Likes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Books/Learning:[/i][/color] Reading is one of Leo’s favourite things to do, especially when his chosen book is about something that greatly interests him. He reads the occasional novel, but the former Ravenclaw generally finds himself picking up non-fiction books much of the time, usually related to his work. He enjoys learning new things - whether it’s a particular fact about Healing he’s unfamiliar with or a new recipe for a potion he wants to try making - and reading books is the best, easiest, and most preferred way for the tall man to do so.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Animals:[/i][/color] Leo has a soft spot for animals, especially ones that could use some help and tender-loving care. He enjoys looking after them, both personally and professionally, and feels very validated and rewarded when an animal shows him as much love and affection as the young Healer has given to it. They also remind him of his mother and her shared love for them.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Potions:[/i][/color] The brown-haired wizard thoroughly enjoys brewing potions, especially ones he’s never made before. He likes the challenge of creating something that could potentially be very powerful and life-altering, from scratch, with only a few ingredients and a bit of magic. Leo particularly loves making potions that he can use to help other people and animals, as part of his duty as a Healer.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Quidditch/Flying:[/i][/color] The former Ravenclaw isn’t as die-hard of a fan of Quidditch as some of his friends and family members, but he does thoroughly enjoy playing a pick-up game every once in a while. He’s also a fairly skilled flyer and loves to take a ride around on his favourite, old broomstick whenever and wherever he can. <br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Traveling:[/i][/color] Leo loves to travel and it’s a dream of his to eventually visit every major country around the world. He enjoys experiencing new cultures and learning about all sorts of different walks of life.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Languages:[/i][/color] Related to his passion for traveling, the tall man thoroughly enjoys hearing, learning, and speaking many different languages. Whenever he is exposed to one he is unfamiliar with, he instantly becomes intrigued by it and often tries to learn at least a few words of it right away.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Physical Contact:[/i][/color] The Englishman has always valued having close relationships with his friends and family members, and the way he usually shows his affection for the people he cares about is through physical contact. He enjoys holding hands and hugging, among other things, and likes to do these things often, particularly when he’s greeting or saying goodbye to a loved one.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Helping Others:[/i][/color] Leo loves nothing more than to go out of his way to help someone. The brown-haired wizard feels he is very blessed with both the skills and resources he has acquired in his life (either through his own hard work or his family’s) and wishes to support those who aren’t quite as fortunate as he is, as much as he can. He may do this in the form of small, individual favours or big, elaborate gestures.<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Failure:[/i][/color] Leo absolutely hates failing, especially when it’s at things he’s good at. He finds it very disappointing, even when he makes the smallest of mistakes, knowing his slip-ups could cost him (or his family, friends, and clients) valuable time, money, and energy.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Clutter/Disarray:[/i][/color] The former Ravenclaw dislikes any sort of untidiness, especially when he himself is the cause of it. He tries to always be as productive as possible and working or living in a messy space prevents him from doing so.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Pureblood Supremacy:[/i][/color] Having a Muggle mother and Pureblood father allowed Leo to live in both the Muggle and wizarding worlds growing up. Even as an adult, he still loves and appreciates both of them, in different ways, and doesn’t agree in the slightest with the group of wizards who believe wizards and Muggles should live completely separate lives. The tall man is even more opposed to the notion that wizards who have Muggle relations are somehow “lesser” in some way.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Formal Gatherings:[/i][/color] Being the head of one of the main branches of an influential family in the wizarding world, Leo often has to attend special events, parties, and galas. He’s used to going to them, at this point, but he generally doesn’t look forward to them. The young Healer finds them to be quite stiff and stuffy most of the time, especially as he isn’t one of the most extroverted wizards. He, therefore, usually only goes to them out of social obligation.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Small Spaces:[/i][/color] Like most of the male Emersons, Leo is very tall. He is fairly slim for someone of his height, but the brown-haired wizard has still grown to feel rather uncomfortable whenever he has to go into a small, enclosed area. Certain elevators, cramped stairwells, and other such spaces all leave him feeling rather anxious, almost claustrophobic, in the worry that he won’t be able to get out of them again, due to his size. Leo feels rather silly for being so nervous about such a ridiculous thing, knowing it’s not logically likely to ever actually happen, but he remains apprehensive of such situations occurring, nevertheless.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Being Embarrassed/Made Fun Of:[/i][/color] In correlation to his dislike of failing, the former Ravenclaw hates being embarrassed or made fun of. He doesn’t like the idea of people thinking less of him for any missteps he’s made - even if it’s warranted - especially when they publicly voice their disapproval or amusement of him and his actions.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Not Having Anything to Do:[/i][/color] Leo is not one for wasting time, so he prefers to always keep busy and constantly have something on the go. He, therefore, greatly dislikes having no set schedule or tasks to complete, as it makes the tall man feel as though he’s getting nothing done, as a result.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Early Mornings:[/i][/color] Even though he’s very used to it at this point, the Englishman hates having to wake up early every morning. He’s not a “morning person” and often stays up later than he should most nights, finishing up paperwork and such that he wasn’t able to get to during the day. This makes it even harder for the brown-haired wizard to get up the next morning, and he can sometimes be a tad irritable when he first wakes up because of this.<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]Habits/Mannerisms:[/b][/color] Leo frequently [color=#389eac][i]runs a hand through his hair[/i][/color] when he’s feeling nervous or excited, usually messing it up a little in the process. He’s a bit of a [color=#389eac][i]neat freak,[/i][/color] particularly when he’s stressed. The former Ravenclaw can often be found organizing different papers, books, and files in his office when he’s had a rough day. He uses it as a way to relax and take his mind off of his troubles. The tall man can also be a tad [color=#389eac][i]touchy-feely[/i][/color] with people he really cares about. It’s his way of showing his fondness for his family members and close friends. The young Healer, often without realizing it, [color=#389eac][i]taps his fingers[/i][/color] on things (such as a counter or his desk) when he’s anxious or thinking deeply about something. He will also occasionally do this when he’s feeling impatient or irritated. Leo tends to [color=#389eac][i]smirk[/i][/color] a lot, especially when he’s in a particularly good mood. He usually only does when he’s with people he knows well though.<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]Strengths:[/b][/color] Leo is a very [color=#389eac][i]smart[/i][/color] and [color=#389eac][i]knowledgeable[/i][/color] person. He has learned a lot of information about many different things over the years, from all the hours of reading and studying he’s done, and it’s caused him to become an extremely [color=#389eac][i]well-informed[/i][/color] adult, who’s able to help all sorts of people on a daily basis with all the knowledge he’s gained. The brown-haired wizard is also quite [color=#389eac][i]sensible[/i][/color] and [color=#389eac][i]down-to-earth,[/i][/color] always remaining [color=#389eac][i]calm[/i][/color] no matter how stressful or upsetting his life becomes. He is quite a [color=#389eac][i]determined[/i][/color] individual as well, constantly striving towards his goals and attempting to become a better version of himself. Leo often does this by persistently staying [color=#389eac][i]organized[/i][/color] and having a [color=#389eac][i]logical[/i][/color] outlook on life. The former Ravenclaw is very [color=#389eac][i]giving[/i][/color] and a [color=#389eac][i]&quot;true gentleman&quot;.[/i][/color] He always does what’s right, even if it isn’t always easy, in the hopes of making someone’s life (or even day) better. The tall man is also [color=#389eac][i]unselfish[/i][/color] and tries to be as [color=#389eac][i]courteous, amiable,[/i][/color] and [color=#389eac][i]thoughtful[/i][/color] as possible with everyone he comes in contact with.<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color] Leo tends to be [color=#389eac][i]overprotective[/i][/color] of the people he cares about, particularly his younger siblings. He constantly worries about them getting injured or hurt, especially after all they’ve been through in the past few years. The Englishman is also a bit of a [color=#389eac][i]neat freak,[/i][/color] often incessantly tidying up both his living areas and workspaces. His [color=#389eac][i]perfectionist[/i][/color] side becomes especially pronounced when he’s nervous or stressed about something. The brown-haired wizard can become [color=#389eac][i]overly cautious[/i][/color] at times as well, concerned about making any costly mistakes that could negatively affect his own life or anyone else’s that he interacts with regularly. He can be quite [color=#389eac][i]solemn[/i][/color] and [color=#389eac][i]obstinate[/i][/color] when he’s feeling unsure about things though, not wanting to ask for help from anyone. The former Ravenclaw rarely requests any sort of favour or assistance, as he never wants to burden anyone with his problems, knowing they, most likely, have their own to deal with already.[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i58.tinypic.com/209ixxc.png[/img]<br />[size=8pt][color=#389eac][i]time stands still, beauty in all she is, <br />I will be brave, I will not let anything take away <br />what&#039;s standing in front of me, every breath, every hour has come to this <br />[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#707e80][color=#295264][b]Mother:[/b][/color] Ellis Emerson (nee Stark)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Age:[/i][/color] Deceased at 45 [would be 50]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Muggle<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Veterinarian<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]Father:[/b][/color] Thatcher Emerson<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Age:[/i][/color] Deceased at 45 [would be 50]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Pureblood [[url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?topic=129187.0]EFB[/url]]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Former House:[/i][/color] Ravenclaw<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Senior Ministry of Magic Official in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (Previously an Auror)<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]Siblings:[/b][/color] <br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Sister:[/i][/color] Ophelia Emerson, 23, Former Ravenclaw, Gastronomist &amp; Manager of [i]Sugar &amp; Spice[/i]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Brother:[/i][/color] Duke Emerson, 21, Former Ravenclaw, Assistant Manager of [i]Sugar &amp; Spice[/i]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Sister:[/i][/color] Roxanne Emerson, 18, Former Ravenclaw, Auror-in-Training<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Sister:[/i][/color] [url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=24031]Meredith Emerson[/url], 17, Ravenclaw <br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Brother:[/i][/color] [url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=25603]Holden Emerson[/url], 15, Hufflepuff<br /><br />[color=#295264][b]Relatives:[/b][/color] <br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Uncle:[/i][/color] [url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=24618]Jon Emerson Sr[/url], 55, Former Ravenclaw, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Cousin:[/i][/color] [url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=9163]Jonathan Emerson[/url], 26, Former Ravenclaw, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Co-owner of [i]Sugar &amp; Spice[/i]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Cousin:[/i][/color] [url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=8742]Katherine Emerson[/url], 22, Former Ravenclaw, Unspeakable<br /> <br />[color=#295264][b]Background Story:[/b][/color] <br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]ellis and thatcher;;[/i][/color] <br /><br />Thatcher Emerson and Ellis Stark met at a Muggle state school in Cambridge. Thatcher, being from a rich, influential wizarding family, could have gone to any school he wanted, or even chosen to only be privately tutored in the comfort of his own home, but the ambitious young boy had a great desire to stand out from his older siblings (particularly his eldest brother), so he begged his parents to let him go to a different, less esteemed Muggle school, one where he could forge his own path. Away from the pressures of trying to measure up to his older siblings, Thatcher had plenty of room to flourish and succeed academically, becoming one of the top students in his class. He also quickly made friends with many of his Muggle classmates, including Ellis, who was a rather shy but very bright young girl. The pair grew quite close over time, and Thatcher was sad to leave her and his other friends when he eventually went off to Hogwarts.<br /><br />Many years later, Thatcher had graduated from Hogwarts and become an Auror, working for the British Ministry of Magic. The kind and energetic little boy he&#039;d once been had long since disappeared, to be replaced by a highly competitive, ruthless young man. While out on one of his frequent patrols through London, the transformed wizard happened upon his old classmate and childhood friend, Ellis, who was studying at the Royal Veterinary College, in Camden, at the time. It was a great surprise to Thatcher, seeing the woman he had been so fond of as a boy, especially as he&#039;d always figured he&#039;d never encounter her or any of his other Muggle friends ever again. Still, Thatcher was far from displeased to run into Ellis and as the two young adults began spending time together regularly once more, the cold, uncaring wizard soon returned to his compassionate and attentive former self. Thatcher kept his magic a secret from Ellis, of course, only telling her that he was a government worker when she asked about his job.<br /><br />The pair&#039;s rekindled friendship quickly turned into something much more, with them getting both engaged and married within a year of their reunion. They moved into a house together, in Camden, while Ellis was finishing her Veterinary degree, and Thatcher continued to shield her from the turmoil and danger that came with his job and life in the wizarding world, often having to lie to her about his various activities and whereabouts throughout the day. It was only when Ellis became pregnant that Thatcher finally came clean, feeling as though he could no longer keep such a big secret from his wife, when his livelihood and own wellbeing now meant so much more to her and the family they were starting together. She was understandably shocked to find out what he&#039;d been keeping from her for so long and asked for time and space to think about it all. Even so, the kind-hearted and trusting woman eventually came to accept the unbelievably fantastical fact and went on to have Leopold Jacob Emerson a few months later, feeling closer to Thatcher than she ever had before.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]young leo;;[/i][/color] <br /><br />Leo was a fairly quiet, non-fussy baby. He was always very curious about everything around him, wanting to constantly put anything he could reach into his mouth. As a clever toddler, he learned to walk and talk much sooner than many others did, causing his mother to have to persistently keep a close eye on him and give him plenty of things to do and play with so that his ever-wandering attention span was always occupied. Thatcher wasn&#039;t around much, due to his job keeping him extremely busy, so Leo grew very close to his mother from a young age. They would often spend hours in their back garden together, either playing, reading, or even exploring. He also had frequent playdates with [color=#389eac][i]Jonathan Emerson,[/i][/color] his cousin, who was only a year younger than him.<br /><br />The brown-haired boy became a big brother at the age of four to Ophelia, his new baby sister. He was mostly just intrigued by her at first, but Leo soon grew to truly love and care about her. He wasn&#039;t overly fond of the fact that his mum couldn&#039;t always spend one-on-one time with him anymore though. Due to an increase in danger and uncertainty caused by the First Wizarding War, Ellis moved back home to Cambridge to live with her parents, taking her children along with her. Thatcher stayed in London, to continue his crucial Auror duties, which resulted in Leo and Ophelia growing even closer to their mother over the next two years, hardly ever seeing their father at all. The two siblings also grew used to a more Muggle life, with Leo being enrolled in the same nursery school that Ellis went to when she was little, soon after the family settled into their new living situation. He thrived academically, picking up new skills quickly, and made a few friends as well. There was a slight worry about him showing signs of magic, especially in the midst of the War, but Thatcher made sure his son was always under the watchful eye of a trusted Ministry employee, there to clean up any magical &quot;messes&quot;, if or when it was required.<br /><br />Leo began reading and writing avidly from the age of five, and he soon took a great interest in potions, in particular, having frequently paged through the handful of his father&#039;s books that had been brought to his Muggle grandparent&#039;s house, along with all of his favourite picture books and his mum&#039;s well-read novels and old textbooks. The curious boy didn&#039;t fully understand all of what was written on the pages, of course, but that just made him all the more intrigued and eager to learn everything he possibly could about potions and how to make them. So much so that the brown-haired Emerson&#039;s first sign of magic occurred when he was &quot;playing&quot; at making a potion one day. His mother was busy looking after his 1-year-old sister, so she didn&#039;t notice him take a big pot, fill it with water, and grab a wooden spoon and a bunch of cooking supplies out of the cupboards and fridge to make his first-ever potion. The young boy hoped he&#039;d be able to properly make some sort of magical concoction, but he was just as surprised as his mother when she ran into his bedroom a few minutes later to find a foul-smelling smoke spewing out of her ruined pot and green sludge seeping all over the carpet. Ellis was so shocked that she didn&#039;t even really scold her precocious son for getting into things he shouldn&#039;t have. She, instead, patiently listened to him prattle on about how amazing potions were and how the next time he tried to make one - [i]really[/i], properly make one when he was older - he was sure he&#039;d get it right. From that day on, Leo loved everything to do with potions and couldn&#039;t wait until he was old enough to go off to Hogwarts so he could make them every day. He begged his mum to read every book they had about potions to him each night before he went to sleep, and he soon had many of the more common potions&#039; recipes memorized.<br /><br />Two new additions to the Emerson family arrived the next year: Duke, a younger brother for Leo, and [color=#389eac][i]Katherine Emerson,[/i][/color] a younger sister for [color=#389eac][i]Jonathan.[/i][/color] Leo was glad to have both a little brother (especially as he&#039;d learned to be okay with &quot;sharing&quot; his mum by that point) and someone new in the family to play with. He didn&#039;t get to meet his baby cousin until a few months after she was born though, due to the War. After it officially ended however, the brown-haired boy&#039;s entire family moved back to London, into a big townhouse in Kensington, and Leo was transferred to a private school near their new home. He was a bit nervous at first, due to it being a much larger and more &quot;proper&quot; school than the one he&#039;d gone to before, but he soon grew adjusted and enjoyed being in a more mentally stimulating environment.<br /><br />Shortly after his life&#039;s return to &quot;normalcy&quot;, Thatcher gave up his job as an Auror to become a policymaker in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, in order to be able to spend more time with his family. Ellis was then able to go back and finish her Bachelor&#039;s degree and begin work as a licensed Veterinarian. She really only ever worked part-time though, having a great desire to see all of her children grow up and spend plenty of quality time with each of them, along the way. That first, post-War summer, Leo&#039;s family also took possession of the Emerson cottage in Hogsmeade Village, in Scotland, and spent a few weeks there. The young boy began being tutored that year as well and he was given the same lessons and teachings as all the previous Emersons before him (some of which included learning French, Muggle Maths, both wizard and Muggle History, and basic manners/etiquette). He got to spend time with [color=#389eac][i]Jonathan[/i][/color] again when they both weren&#039;t busy with studying or school too.<br /><br />Later that summer, Leo&#039;s father decided to buy a new owl for the family, in a sort of celebration that the War was finally over. Thatcher had heard of a reputable seller from one of the members of the Trickett family that he worked with at the Ministry. His colleague had a cousin or whatnot who lived in Cornwall and bred and sold many different breeds of owls. Convinced, the entire Stark-Emerson clan took a day trip down to the owl breeder&#039;s residence, shortly after Thatcher received the recommendation. Leo, being the oldest of his siblings and a bigger animal lover than Ophelia and baby Duke, got to pick out his family&#039;s new owl and he quickly became attached to the one he ultimately ended up choosing. The brown-haired boy also met one of the businessman&#039;s children during his visit. Her name was [color=#389eac][i]Frida Trickett[/i][/color] and though he was quite shy around the excitable girl at first, he soon warmed up to her. Leo&#039;s mother then began setting up regular playdates for the two new friends, and it was during one such afternoon that the young Emerson met and made yet another new companion: [color=#389eac][i]Tóka Trickett.[/i][/color] He liked her almost as much as [color=#389eac][i]Frida,[/i][/color] and because she was quite a few years younger than him, Leo helped look after her a bit whenever he spent time with both of the Trickett cousins.<br /><br />The untrained wizard continued to study and do well in school over the next few years, with visits to the family cottage occurring nearly every summer. [color=#389eac][i]Jon,[/i][/color] [color=#389eac][i]Katherine,[/i][/color] and occasionally [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] stayed with them, usually during certain holidays and weekends. Leo also diligently kept up with his studying of potion making, wishing with all his heart that he could actually make some of them. He frequently went to work with his mum too, on the few days she actually went into her clinic, and his love for animals grew even bigger because of all the shadowing he did. (Though he preferred owls and other more magical creatures around that time, due to all of the wizarding books he was reading and the time he was spending with [color=#389eac][i]Frida.[/i][/color])<br /><br />Roxanne, the fourth child and second daughter in the Stark-Emerson family, was born when Leo was nine. It was then that he started to truly take his role as a big brother seriously, trying to help his mum look after all of his younger siblings in any way he could. The brown-haired boy still loved spending one-on-one time with his mother as well, of course, and he always enjoyed talking about his studies and interesting facts about animals with her. Leo did manage to see more of his father around then, due to his lighter work schedule, but he still wasn&#039;t able to form a proper bond or have a real relationship with his dad, which bothered the young wizard quite a bit. His brotherly responsibilities were a good distraction for him later that year though, when Ophelia started school in the fall. His sister hadn&#039;t shown any signs of magic as of yet, so the observant Emerson made sure to keep a close eye on the spunky girl, not sure what effect her new surroundings and Muggle friends would have on her.<br /><br />Even with all his studying and other interests and responsibilities, Leo still highly looked forward to the time he got to spend with [color=#389eac][i]Frida,[/i][/color] and he particularly enjoyed the days and nights when he was allowed to stay over at her house. The pair would spend their afternoons playing down on the beach, exploring and looking for anything interesting they could find (like shells, rocks and even the occasional animal). In the evenings, when it got close to their bedtime, the two best friends would often make blanket forts and read books to one another, and though they often attempted to stay up all night, they&#039;d usually be found sound asleep beside, or even on, each other a few hours later by one of [color=#389eac][i]Frida&#039;s[/i][/color] family members, with multiple books still lying open all around them.<br /><br />As Leo continued to get older and the time drew nearer for him to head off to Hogwarts, he began to get more and more excited about all the new experiences he&#039;d soon be having at the wizarding school. He was a little sad at the prospect of leaving his Muggle school though, as he&#039;d enjoyed going there and had made some rather good friends over the years. Due to his mixed feelings, the brown-haired boy made sure to say a proper goodbye to the classmates he was closest with before his final term at the private school ended, explaining that he was being sent away to a new school in the fall. The young Emerson was thrilled when his Hogwarts letter arrived around the time of his 11th birthday, and he was eager to go school shopping with his whole family later that summer. He was fascinated by everything his parents bought for him from Diagon Alley, but the overly keen wizard made sure to pick out something nice for all of his siblings and magical-blooded friends, using his own pocket money to pay for it all. He was particularly pleased with the little trinket he got [color=#389eac][i]Frida,[/i][/color] knowing she&#039;d most certainly love it. After returning home from his highly-enjoyable trip, Leo locked himself away in his room that night and the entire next day, reading through all of his new textbooks and secretly holding and practicing waving his wand.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]hogwarts years;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />By the time September the first arrived, the brown-haired boy was beyond ready to begin his [color=#389eac]first year[/color] at Hogwarts, especially with [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] by his side. He enjoyed every aspect of the long, involved trip to the Scottish castle: from getting on to Platform 9 3/4 to riding in the self-steering boats across the Black Lake, but he was also rather eager to get sorted and see the inside of the wizarding school. Leo was therefore quite pleased when the Sorting Hat (which he was completely fascinated by) declared him to be a Ravenclaw, just like his father and many of his other older relatives. He was a bit disappointed, though not at all surprised, when his excitable best friend ended up in Hufflepuff however. The exciting day ended with the traditional Beginning-of-Term feast and the young Emerson was captivated by both the appearance of the food and the variety of things to eat that magically appeared in front of him all at once. He couldn&#039;t wait to experience even more amazing displays of magic over the course of his seven years at Hogwarts!<br /><br />The studious wizard did extremely well in Potions and Herbology from the very start of the term, putting all he&#039;d read and studied up until that point in his life into practice for the first real time. He learned about the wizarding school&#039;s Potions Club a few weeks after his arrival and was beyond thrilled to know that such a club existed. He joined it immediately and met a few students that were all quite a bit older than him. He was particularly pleased to become acquainted with one of the club&#039;s Presidents, [color=#389eac][i]Nerys Blevins.[/i][/color] Leo became rather fascinated with his housemate and her knowledge of potions straight away, and he instantly looked up to her as well, because of that. He was also a bit intimidated by the older witch, but the 11-year-old still managed to learn a fair bit from her and occasionally ask her questions and such about things he wasn&#039;t overly familiar with.<br /><br />Although Leo excelled in many of his Hogwarts&#039; classes, he did struggle a bit in Defence Against the Dark Arts, as it was more practical and not as straightforward for the book-smart eagle. Somewhat surprisingly, [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] ended up being his main source of help for studying for the class as, unlike the brown-haired boy, she was quite naturally skilled in that area of magic. Their studying sessions weren&#039;t always the most productive for Leo, due to his best friend getting distracted fairly often, but he enjoyed them nonetheless, and they did ultimately end up helping him quite a bit too.<br /><br />The independent Emerson was, unexpectedly, a bit homesick and missed his parents, siblings, and cousins his first couple of weeks at the wizarding school. He tried to distract himself by writing frequent letters to his family and putting even more effort into his studying and coursework. Both activities relieved his unhappy feelings, for the most part, but the young wizard was still pleasantly surprised when he received word that yet another member of the Stark-Emerson family had been added to their household, halfway through his first term. Sweet, little [color=#389eac][i]Meredith Emerson[/i][/color] was born in late October and Leo began anticipating his Christmas break almost immediately afterward, just for the fact that it would mean he could return home to London and meet his new baby sister. He was a bit sad, knowing he wouldn&#039;t get to really watch her grow up or bond with her much, with him being off at Hogwarts for the majority of the year, so he made a big fuss over her while he was at home and offered to look after her whenever his mother needed or wanted a break.<br /><br />June arrived before the young Emerson knew it and, after passing all of his end of year exams with flying colours, he returned home to London for his summer break. He spent his two months off half catching up with his family and half studying. His private tutoring continued, but the diligent wizard was much more eager to focus on his magical studies, reading up on as many potions as he could and prepping for his next year at Hogwarts. He made sure to still spend plenty of time with his younger siblings and cousins, of course, and any of his remaining free time was used to visit [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] and her family at their home in Cornwall.<br /><br />Leo was very anxious to return to Hogwarts for his [color=#389eac]second year,[/color] longing to live in the magical castle and learn as much as he could full time once again. [color=#389eac][i]Jon[/i][/color] was able to join him that year as well and the 12-year-old looked forward to showing his cousin around the impressive wizarding school and helping him with his schoolwork, whether he asked Leo to or not. The Ravenclaw was also incredibly excited to ride up to the castle in the horseless carriages after they&#039;d arrived at Hogsmeade Station. He was both highly intrigued by how they worked and thrilled to have the opportunity to make the small trip in a different way than during the previous Beginning-of-Term.<br /><br />The brown-haired boy did just as well, if not better, in his classes as he had during his first year and became even more enthusiastic about Potions Club. He eagerly attended every meeting, not wanting to miss a single second of potential potion-making practice. The young Emerson made two new friends that year as well: [color=#389eac][i]Laura Millings[/i][/color] and [color=#389eac][i]Benjamin Fletcher.[/i][/color] He got to know [color=#389eac][i]Laura[/i][/color] through [color=#389eac][i]Jon,[/i][/color] as she was also a year younger than him, and he ended up helping [color=#389eac][i]Ben[/i][/color] quite a bit in their shared Potions class, as they were often paired up together. He quickly grew to enjoy spending time with both of them and looked forward to getting to know each of them better over their next several years at Hogwarts together.<br /><br />The studious wizard spent most of his free time outside of class with [color=#389eac][i]Jon[/i][/color] and [color=#389eac][i]Frida.[/i][/color] He would often attempt to study when he was with either of them, but found it almost impossible much of the time, as they were both equally distracting and didn&#039;t like being ignored. He persisted right up until the End-of-Term however, determined to get top marks on his exams once again. During his summer holidays, Leo continued to diligently study, never seeming to get tired or bored of reading book after book or writing page after page of notes. He did make an effort to spend some quality time with his family too, especially on the weekends they went to their cottage. The 13-year-old even managed to bond a bit more with his father over the course of the two months, which made him surprisingly happy.<br /><br />For his [color=#389eac]third year,[/color] the Ravenclaw was extra delighted to go back to Hogwarts, knowing he&#039;d have the chance to take elective classes. During the previous term, he&#039;d chosen Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes as the ones he wanted to take, as they seemed the most interesting to him. He ended up loving Care of Magical Creatures even more than he thought he would and it quickly became one of his better classes as well. His deep fondness for animals and all the knowledge he&#039;d gained from books and his mother since he was little helping with both things. The brown-haired teenager did struggle a bit with his other two new classes however. He just didn&#039;t seem to quite &quot;get&quot; them, which frustrated and surprised him more than he&#039;d have liked to admit. He continued to study hard for them, of course, determined to try to understand both areas of magic better.<br /><br />The young Emerson began to more willingly attend the school Quidditch matches, with [color=#389eac][i]Jon,[/i][/color] that year as well. He&#039;d always been quite intrigued by the sport, but didn&#039;t have any great desire to play it, despite having discovered that he was a rather good flyer two years previously during the mandatory Flying class all Hogwarts&#039; first years were required to take. It just seemed like an overly competitive and rather dangerous sport to Leo, and he wouldn&#039;t have wanted to spend the time playing it anyway, as he was far too focused on his studies and schoolwork to take part in any non-academic extracurriculars. Visits to Hogsmeade Village also became available to the serious wizard and all of his yearmates that term. He wasn&#039;t that excited at the prospect of them though, seeing as how he&#039;d already explored the village during many of his previous summers spent at his family&#039;s cottage, but he still went with [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] and his other close friends on occasion. Leo used the visits as an opportunity to buy small gifts for his classmates, and his best friend ended up receiving lots of sweets from Honeydukes over the course of that school year.<br /><br />A month before Christmas, the 13-year-old was sent a letter from his father, stating that he, once again, had a new younger sibling to meet and get to know when he went home for the holidays. [color=#389eac][i]Holden Emerson[/i][/color] was the third boy to be born in the Stark-Emerson family and Leo&#039;s second brother. The Ravenclaw looked forward to spending time with the newest member of his household, eager to teach him everything he knew as his youngest sibling got older, especially when it came to being a male Emerson. He also met another of [color=#389eac][i]Frida&#039;s[/i][/color] family members around that time: [color=#389eac][i]Sindri Trickett.[/i][/color] The first year was the excitable witch&#039;s cousin, so even though he was a Gryffindor, Leo ended up seeing the younger boy quite frequently all throughout the next term.<br /><br />At the beginning of his [color=#389eac]fourth year[/color] at the wizarding school, the brown-haired teenager made the decision to drop Arithmancy, as he just wasn&#039;t doing as well in the class as he&#039;d have liked, even after a year of determined studying. He did continue to take Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes however, due to him relatively enjoying both of them (the latter a fair bit less than the former). [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] was taking both classes as well, which had a notable influence on the young Emerson keeping Ancient Runes on his class list, struggles and reservations aside. <br /><br />In fact, the pair ended up studying nearly every day together that school year, regardless of them being in different houses and having differing timetables. Leo hadn&#039;t spent that much one-on-one time with [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] for quite a while, and even though he&#039;d, long ago, given up trying to do anything productive when she was around, he rather enjoyed the alone time he got with his best friend over those several, fairly quiet months. The studious wizard hadn&#039;t realized how much he&#039;d missed it. He also slowly began to become aware of the fact of how deeply he cared for the excitable Hufflepuff and it made Leo see the brunette in a completely new light - one that made him feel a bit weird and awkward around [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] for the first time ever.<br /><br />In the final term of that school year, the 15-year-old learned of the existence of the Potions Masters Guild (through [color=#389eac][i]Nerys,[/i][/color] who was still the President of Hogwarts&#039; Potions Club but was graduating that summer). He was beyond excited at the mere idea of it, so - although he was almost equally as disappointed when he, soon after, found out that he couldn&#039;t apply to join the international organization until he&#039;d passed his O.W.L.s the following summer - it made Leo anticipate his fifth year at the wizarding school that much more.<br /><br />The Ravenclaw was thrilled and felt a rare bit of pride when he returned to Hogwarts for his [color=#389eac]fifth year[/color] as both a Prefect and the new President of the Potions Club. He felt as though being appointed to both positions proved that all of his hard work and rigorous studying over the past 10+ years had been worth it and were the keys to his success, and continuing the rather demanding regiment would lead to even more favourable outcomes. Having come to such a conclusion, Leo took his two new roles in the large castle very seriously. He always wore his Prefect badge, even when he wasn&#039;t on duty, and though he kept a close eye on his housemates (especially the underclassmen) to make sure they didn&#039;t do anything reckless or dangerous, he avoided taking points away or talking severely to any troublemakers unless it was extremely necessary. The brown-haired teenager put a lot of thought and effort into being a good President for the Potions Club as well, giving advice to the younger members when and where he could, and trying to come up with enjoyable activities for them to do and interesting conversation topics for them to discuss during their weekly club meetings.<br /><br />Ophelia, the young Emerson&#039;s eldest sibling, started at the wizarding school that year (as did [color=#389eac][i]Frida&#039;s[/i][/color] cousin, [color=#389eac][i]Tóka[/i][/color]). Leo was quite happy and proud when she was sorted into his own house, Ravenclaw. (Young [color=#389eac][i]Tóka[/i][/color] ended up in Hufflepuff, just like her cousin.) However, to his sister&#039;s dismay, the overprotective wizard made a habit of checking up on her far more frequently than was necessary, sometimes even following her around the castle to make sure she didn&#039;t get lost or into trouble. He only attempted to rein in his behaviour after Ophelia yelled at and accused him of &quot;babysitting&quot; her in front of an entire group of students in one of the busier corridors a couple of months into the term. Feeling rather guilty and embarrassed, Leo turned his attention instead to preparing for his Ordinary Wizarding Levels, which he&#039;d be taking at the end of the school year. The 15-year-old also had the thought of finally being able to join the Potion Masters Guild constantly on his mind, which made him want to study for his O.W.L.s even harder. He hoped to do his absolute best on them, for both himself and his family, knowing they could mean a great deal for his future as a working wizarding adult.<br /><br />Even with all of his demanding responsibilities taking up every waking hour of his day, the ambitious Ravenclaw still found the time and energy to become rather interested in Quidditch and exercising that year. He began running every morning a few months into the first term and started to practise flying a couple evenings a week as well. He didn&#039;t realize it at first, but the brown-haired teenager was using the physically demanding activities as a sort of stress reliever for his studying, classes, Prefect duties, and worries about his upcoming O.W.L.s. He particularly took to flying, after getting used to being on a broomstick again, and even decided to try out for his house&#039;s Quidditch team after a fair bit of prodding from [color=#389eac][i]Jon,[/i][/color] who was already planning to try out himself. Unfortunately, even with his natural skill in flying, he only made the Reserve team, due to his lack of experience playing the wizarding sport. His cousin fared much better though and was chosen to be one of the house&#039;s three main Chasers. Leo was a little jealous at first, that [color=#389eac][i]Jon[/i][/color] made the team and he didn&#039;t - even with him not having a whole lot of time for non-academic commitments anyway - but he still chose to willingly attend every school Quidditch match that year (usually with a few of his friends), eager to cheer on his cousin and the rest of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.<br /><br />In December, [color=#389eac][i]Frida,[/i][/color] being a highly curious but rather naive witch, decided to explore the Forbidden Forest one night, all by herself, after it had been snowing heavily throughout the day. She, unsurprisingly, ended up getting lost and broke her ankle while trying to find her way out of the dark, frigid, and inhospitable forest. Luckily, [color=#389eac][i]Sindri[/i][/color] had been made aware of what the older Hufflepuff planned to do and went looking for her after not hearing from her hours after he expected her to return. The resourceful third year eventually found his cousin, panicked, half-frozen, and deeply in pain, and after quickly accessing the gravity of the situation, carried [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] out of the forest and back up to the castle, taking her straight to the Hospital Wing. Leo only found out what had happened the next morning, when [color=#389eac][i]Sindri[/i][/color] came up to him at breakfast and filled him in on everything. As soon as he heard that his best friend had been injured and was in the Hospital Wing, he bolted there. However, after seeing that she was alright and would make a full recovery, his panic and concern quickly - and unexpectedly - turned into anger, and the young Emerson scolded and lectured [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] in a way he never had before.<br /><br />A few days after his rare outburst, Leo finally fully realized something that had been in the back of his mind for months: he was in love with his best friend. The introverted wizard didn&#039;t easily become close to other people, but he had always felt comfortable around [color=#389eac][i]Frida,[/i][/color] and considered her to be one of his favourite human beings on the entire planet. They&#039;d become extremely close over the nearly 10 years they&#039;d known each other - particularly the last couple - even with the 15-year-old being so focused on his studies. The brunette should have felt like a sister to him at that point, really, but that logical association had never even crossed his mind, not since they&#039;d grown out of their reading fort days, at least. No, when he genuinely thought about it, Leo knew he cared about the Trickett far more than any childhood playmate, best friend, or even sibling should have, and he had for quite a while. There was no denying it.<br /><br />Feeling more confused and out of his element than he had his whole life, the Ravenclaw had another life-altering epiphany, shortly after the first - one that gave him some much-needed grounding and comfort. He suddenly knew exactly what he wanted to do when he graduated from Hogwarts: he wanted to become a Healer! The scary and unexpected situation with [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] had caused Leo to realize that he never wanted to be in any sort of circumstance where he couldn&#039;t provide help to someone in need, particularly when they were injured or in grave danger. His best friend had been lucky that the wizarding school&#039;s nurse was there to look after her, but what if she hadn&#039;t been? What would they have done then? The brown-haired teenager hoped he never had to find out, and he knew becoming a certified Healer would help make that a real possibility. When he had his meeting with Professor Flitwick later that school year, about career and NEWT advice, his thoughts and feelings were fully solidified and made even more clear, to Leo&#039;s great relief. It appeared working in the wizarding medical field was going to be his chosen career path.<br /><br />With so much to think about and needing time to sort out his new, bewildering feelings, the young Emerson became a bit distant with [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] for the remainder of the term. He didn&#039;t really talk or spend much time with the brunette, not even making plans to see her over the Christmas holidays. Instead, he threw himself even more into Quidditch and studying for his O.W.L.s, and along with diligently seeing to his Prefect and Potions Club duties, he ended up hardly having any free time or getting much sleep. Leo wasn&#039;t overly bothered by that though, as it kept his mind off things that he was semi-intentionally avoiding thinking about (i.e. [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color]).<br /><br />After several weeks of keeping his distance from the cheerful Hufflepuff however, Leo did begin to really miss her. He, therefore, decided to set his conflicted feelings about her aside and casually reached out to the Trickett, hoping she hadn&#039;t noticed that he&#039;d been practically avoiding her for nearly two months. After properly establishing the fact that she, thankfully, hadn&#039;t been any the wiser about his uncharacteristic behaviour, Leo began his daily studying sessions with his best friend once again. The pair were slowly working towards being able to each produce a corporeal Patronus and the 16-year-old was eager to see not only if they would be successful in casting one before the end of the term, but also what their fully-formed Patronuses would be.<br /><br />As his O.W.L.s drew increasingly nearer, the uptight wizard grew more and more stressed. He was doing practically nothing but studying most days, and he even went so far as to skip meals occasionally, not wanting to take the time to go all the way down to the Great Hall. The Ravenclaw actually became quite frustrated with [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] one day, in late May, a few weeks before their O.W.L.s, as he was trying to study - like he almost always was - and the chipper brunette kept distracting him. All the stress, lack of sleep, and his repressed feelings for her became too much all of a sudden and he took it all out on poor, mostly-innocent [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color]. Leo ended up shouting at her for the first real time, causing the Trickett to burst into tears and run out of the library. He obviously felt awful about the whole situation afterward, hating himself for making the best, most caring person he knew cry, but he was too ashamed to face the upset Hufflepuff right away. The brown-haired teenager did finally make up with [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] after their O.W.L.s were over, though they didn&#039;t really have the serious heart-to-heart they probably should have, which Leo felt equally relieved and frustrated by.<br /><br />That summer, the young Emerson mainly just tried to relax and enjoy his time off from school. He practiced Quidditch in between his tutoring sessions - usually with [color=#389eac][i]Jon[/i][/color] - in the hopes that he&#039;d be able to make the main Ravenclaw house team that upcoming school year. He was, obviously, also eagerly awaiting the arrival of his O.W.L.s results and was a weird mix of excited and apprehensive when they did finally arrive.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Ancient Runes:[/i][/color] A<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Astronomy:[/i][/color] E<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Care of Magical Creatures:[/i][/color] O<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Charms:[/i][/color] O<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Defence Against the Dark Arts:[/i][/color] E<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Herbology:[/i][/color] O<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]History of Magic:[/i][/color] A<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Potions:[/i][/color] O<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Transfiguration:[/i][/color] E<br /><br />He had, unsurprisingly, passed all 9 exams with flying colours! In celebration, Leo&#039;s parents gave him a Nimbus 2000, as a sort of reward. Thrilled with both his exam results and new, top-of-the-line racing broom, the serious wizard truly let himself unwind for the remainder of the summer, enjoying spending more time outside than he had in quite a while. He did make one big decision a few days after receiving the results for his O.W.L.s however. After talking a bit with his mum and dad, he decided he wanted to go abroad after graduating from Hogwarts and attend one of the best Healing schools in the world: The Jehenne de Brigue Institute of Medicinal Studies. The 16-year-old&#039;s parents weren&#039;t overly keen at the idea of him being so far away from home for such an extensive period of time, but they were supportive in the fact that they knew their son would be getting a high-quality education, and in an enriching, new environment as well. Thrilled at the prospect of moving to a country he&#039;d never been to before and attending a foreign wizarding school, Leo immediately began learning as much about Jehenne de Brigue as he could. He also started trying to teach himself a bit of Catalan and Spanish, knowing they were two of the main languages, along with French (which he was already mostly fluent in), spoken in and around the school.<br /><br />The start of the Ravenclaw&#039;s [color=#389eac]sixth year[/color] was equal parts bewildering and exhilarating, for a multitude of reasons. For one, Harry Potter - who was still known as The Boy Who Lived so many years after You-Know-Who&#039;s disappearance - began his first year at Hogwarts that term. Leo wasn&#039;t overly concerned with what the young Gryffindor and his friends got up to, but he was, admittedly, a bit curious what Harry&#039;s life had been like before he&#039;d come to the wizarding school, when he&#039;d lived with his Muggle relatives. Headmaster Dumbledore also announced, very ominously, during the Beginning-of-Term feast that the third-floor corridor was off limits to all of the students, which seemed a bit strange to the brown-haired teenager. The older wizard gave no explanation to why they were forbidden to enter the corridor, not even to the Prefects or Head Boy and Girl, so Leo was left to ponder and try to come up with his own plausible reason for the new rule. The tall Emerson made the decision to drop a few of his classes at the beginning of that school year as well. Having come up with a clear, practical (and rather exciting) plan over the past summer for what he both wanted and hoped to do with the rest of his life, he was set on focusing solely on the N.E.W.T. classes he&#039;d need to make that plan happen over the next two years. He was determined to use the remaining time he had left at Hogwarts in the best, most efficient way possible.<br /><br />The confusing portion of Leo&#039;s current school life was that the strong, nonplatonic feelings he had for his best friend, [color=#389eac][i]Frida,[/i][/color] which had unexpectedly cropped up the previous year, had not gone away. That wasn&#039;t overly surprising to the sentimental wizard, but he was slightly disappointed at the realization, all the same, as it meant he was back in the same boat he&#039;d been in a few months prior, when he hadn&#039;t known what to do or how to deal with his feelings. He, therefore, fell back into his rather unsuccessful and misguided way of coping with it all, by keeping his distance from the bubbly Trickett. It was even less successful than his first attempt however, as [color=#389eac][i]Frida[/i][/color] appeared to have decided to stick close to him that year, even with him not showing her the normal level of attention and affection that he usually gave her. The brunette took any opportunity to be in Leo&#039;s presence and would only leave his side when he either entered the Ravenclaw Common Room or went into one of the boy&#039;s toilets. <br /><br />Thankfully, the 16-year-old had other, new things to look forward to that year, to keep his mind off of his friendship worries - the most prominent one him being able to finally join the Potion Master&#039;s Guild! He earned his Pewter Cauldron almost immediately and was well on his way to receiving his Bronze Cauldron by the end of the school year as well. The Ravenclaw also tried out for his house&#039;s Quidditch team again and had improved enough from all his dedicated practicing over the summer to be made a Beater on the main team. The promotion, of sorts, was an exciting opportunity for Leo, as it meant he&#039;d have a chance to get even more use out of his new Nimbus 2000 and be able to properly play the wizarding sport with his cousin, [color=#389eac][i]Jon,[/i][/color] for the first, real time too.<br /><br />The remainder of that term passed in a whirlwind of strange occurrences at Hogwarts. A Mountain Troll, apparently, got into the seemingly secure castle in the middle of the Halloween feast, according to a panicked and flustered Professor Quirrell. The brown-haired teenager wasn&#039;t sure if he entirely believed the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher&#039;s proclamation - and he didn&#039;t overly approve of his means of delivering the news either, hysteric or not - but he followed Headmaster Dumbledore&#039;s orders regardless, after the Great Hall had erupted with frighted and confused yelling and general commotion from many of the students, and escorted as many of his fellow Ravenclaws as he could back to their common room. A few weeks later, something even more odd and unexpected happened during the first Quidditch match of the school year. Gryffindor was playing Slytherin and all the spectators in the stands were eager to see the two rival teams play, especially as Harry Potter had been appointed the lion&#039;s new Seeker and, as a result, had become one of the youngest students to make a house team in over a century. Partway through the captivating match however, Harry&#039;s broom appeared to suddenly go crazy. After a few strained minutes of fearing he was going to fall off of his bucking broomstick, the 11-year-old ended up, somehow, regaining control of it and then went on to almost immediately spot and catch the Snitch - with his mouth. It was the weirdest, most exhilarating end to a Quidditch match that Leo figured he would ever see.<br /><br />Once the Christmas holidays had come and gone, the young Emerson, who had only just turned 17, had the opportunity to take Apparition lessons, through a 12-week course taught by the Ministry of Magic. He had been looking forward to it for months, eager to learn the advanced magical skill and mode of transportation. The Ravenclaw ended up struggling a bit through the repetitive lessons however, not enjoying the intense squeezing motion Apparition caused him to feel, and he only managed to properly Apparate a few times near the very end of the course. Nevertheless, he still received his official license from the Ministry a few weeks later, after determinedly passing the test without any further troubles.<br /><br />The rest of the school year progressed uneventfully for Leo, as he was mostly just preoccupied with studying and keeping up with all of his N.E.W.T-level classes. He expected to do just as well, perhaps even better, in his end of year exams that year than he had for his O.W.L.s and was quite pleased when he received his marks at the End-of-Term, showing that that had, indeed, been the case. The 17-year-old was rather surprised, however, when Gryffindor ended up winning the House Cup, due to Harry Potter and a few of his friends being rewarded some last-minute house points by Headmaster Dumbledore. Leo was curious to know why the house points had been given, but cheered along with all the other students (minus the Slytherins), relieved to have successfully made it through another year at the wizarding school.<br /><br />The brown-haired teenager thoroughly enjoyed his first summer as an &quot;of age&quot; wizard and relished in the fact that he could now use magic whenever and wherever he wanted. He tried not to go too crazy though, just starting by doing a few menial tasks with basic spells and brewing his first batch of potions outside of the Hogwarts&#039; walls. The tutoring that had started when he was a young boy was also nearly complete and would officially end before he returned to the old castle for his final year. The tall wizard had, by no means, disliked the structured, non-magical lessons, but he was looking forward to having the freedom to choose what to study in his free time and deciding whether or not it was magical or Muggle in nature.<br /><br />The young Emerson was slightly disappointed when he wasn&#039;t made Head Boy at the beginning of his [color=#389eac]seventh year[/color] at the wizarding school. He&#039;d had his heart set on having a very productive (and, ideally, impressive) school year, knowing it was his final one and would mean the most for his future as a successful Healer, so it was a fairly big blow to his ego not to earn the top spot in the ranks of the magical student body. Still, Leo was also slightly relieved about not having to deal with the added responsibility the elite position would have come with, as he did already have more than enough on his plate to worry about. Some of which included having another younger sibling (and cousin) to keep an eye on, as both Duke and [color=#389eac][i]Katherine[/i][/color] started at Hogwarts that year. Thankfully for them though, Leo didn&#039;t have nearly as much time to fuss over the pair as he had with Ophelia.<br /><br />The 17-year-old studied even harder that year than he had in the past, resolute in his wish to get the best marks possible on his N.E.W.T.s. He was, therefore, a little miffed that Gilderoy Lockhart ended up being the teacher he had for Defence Against the Dark Arts. He really didn&#039;t understand Headmaster Dumbledore&#039;s reasoning for hiring such an... [i]eccentric[/i] professor. Nevertheless, Leo didn&#039;t let that put him off for too long, making sure to stay focused on his studies whilst also diligently preparing his application to Jehenne de Brigue - which he ended up submitting well before the deadline. Shockingly, on Halloween night, Mrs. Norris (the caretaker, Mr. Filch&#039;s cat) was found petrified in one of the large castle&#039;s corridors. The Ravenclaw wasn&#039;t actually there when the despised cat was discovered, but he heard all about it (and the troubling message that had been written on the wall near her) the next morning. The brown-haired teenager&#039;s slight concern and apprehension grew ten-fold the following month, however, after a rogue bludger made an unexpected appearance during a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match, where it caused mass chaos, seriously injuring Harry Potter and a few of the other competing players. It certainly seemed as though something highly mysterious and sinister was going on within the wizarding school&#039;s walls.<br /><br />In direct response to the dark occurrences happening at Hogwarts, Professor Lockhart started a Dueling Club in December, with the help of Professor Snape. Both were, apparently, highly skilled duelers, though after a brief demonstration that assurance wasn&#039;t overly obvious, at least in the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher&#039;s case. Drawing on all of the knowledge and practice he&#039;d gained in recent years, Leo was surprisingly eager to test out his own dueling capabilities. At least until he saw who his opponent was - [color=#389eac][i]Frida.[/i][/color] The young Emerson knew that they were only practicing defensive spells, but it still felt rather wrong to cast any sort of magic on or at his best friend, especially with all the mixed emotions he still felt towards her. What if he, somehow, managed to hurt her in some way? He&#039;d never be able to forgive himself. It would be even worse than when he&#039;d made her cry before their O.W.L.s two years previously. Due to his uncharacteristic nerves and sudden lack of confidence, the tall wizard got rather badly beaten, so to speak, by the self-assured Trickett. She was able to disarm or block Leo every time. Although he was happy that no harm ended up coming to the excitable Hufflepuff, by the end of the night the seventh year was feeling rather defeated and down on himself. He wasn&#039;t used to losing, or even not doing reasonably well in something. The fact that Harry Potter ended up speaking Parseltongue at a conjured snake and was, for the rest of that school year, rumoured to be Salazar Slytherin&#039;s heir didn&#039;t help Leo to feel any less unsettled either.<br /><br />The 17-year-old&#039;s spirits were lifted once more, however, after he received an owl on January 1st from the Admissions staff at Jehenne de Brigue, stating his application had been accepted! He was beyond thrilled and Apparated straight to [color=#389eac][i]Frida&#039;s[/i][/color] house, eager to immediately share his exciting news with the sympathetic brunette, regardless of the evident &quot;weirdness&quot; that had crept into their friendship over the past several months. A few weeks later, Leo had a one-on-one interview with a Jehenne de Brigue recruiter, where he showed off his proficient language use and enthusiastically talked about his plans to study Emergency Healing. He also made sure to mention his keen interest and passion for brewing potions. After sufficiently impressing the recruiter and hearing back that he had passed the second stage of the Admissions process, the Ravenclaw began scrupulously prepping for the third and final stage - his official presentation in front of a council, which would include the headmaster and several of the Healing school&#039;s instructors. After a solid month of hard work and planning, Leo delivered his presentation successfully to the group of esteemed wizards and witches, even with him feeling a strange mix of nervousness and confidence beforehand. And, before long, he found himself celebrating with his family members and friends in a way he never had before, as he received his official acceptance letter to Jehenne de Brigue at the end of March!<br /><br />The remainder of the young Emerson&#039;s final school year passed quickly, as though it were a blur. There were a few further developments in the strange and rather frightening incidents that had occurred within the castle&#039;s walls that year, but Leo did his best not to let the worry and concern of it all get to him (or anyone else in his house, for that matter). This became quite a bit more difficult however after Penelope Clearwater - a fellow Prefect and housemate of the tall wizard&#039;s - was found petrified (along with one of Harry Potter&#039;s friends) near the end of the term. The double petrification not only played a part in Headmaster Dumbledore&#039;s removal from the school but also the Quidditch Cup being cancelled. Miraculously, everything ended up working itself out by the End-of-Term feast, with all those who had been petrified receiving an antidote and Headmaster Dumbledore being reinstated without any further issues. Whatever had been stirring up trouble, to put it mildly, appeared to have suddenly given up and vanished. Gryffindor even managed to beat out Slytherin for the House Cup for the second time in a row.<br /><br />Although Headmaster Dumbledore canceled all of the final exams, in celebration of a rather dark and trying year coming to a close, Leo still had to complete his N.E.W.T.s, of course. Somehow, even amongst all the stress and having a very bizarre ending to his final year at Hogwarts, the brown-haired teenager ended up doing even better on his N.E.W.T.s than he had on his O.W.L.s.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Care of Magical Creatures:[/i][/color] O<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Charms:[/i][/color] O<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Defence Against the Dark Arts:[/i][/color] E<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Herbology:[/i][/color] O<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Potions:[/i][/color] O<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Transfiguration:[/i][/color] E<br /><br />His proud parents bought him a handsome eagle owl - whom Leo eventually dubbed Hector - in praise of his doing so well on his exams and also to mark the special occasion of his graduation.<br /><br />After bidding a bittersweet farewell to the old castle and all of the close friends he&#039;d made over the course of his time there, the 18-year-old resolutely turned his attention to his impending post-Hogwarts life. He only had a few short weeks to prepare for his first term at Jehenne de Brigue, but the brown-haired wizard still decided to do a bit of lone traveling, which had become a rather beloved tradition for many of the recently-graduated Emerson family members over the years. He visited France, Italy, Germany, and Russia over his two spare weeks, immensely enjoying all of the different cultures he was able to experience in such a short amount of time. The whirlwind trip also furthered his interest in learning different languages and greatly instilled the longing to travel even more in the future for the tall Emerson. <br /><br />On the morning of his scheduled departure to Andorra, Leo said a big, proper goodbye to his family and a few friends, including [color=#389eac][i]Frida.[/i][/color] He hated leaving all of the people he loved most in the world, particularly his younger siblings, but he was so excited and eager to start his new academic &quot;adventure&quot; that the young man was able to stay quite stoic throughout the duration of the touching send-off - even when his mother and a couple of his other well-wishers broke down in tears. He did end up leaving things somewhat weirdly with his best friend, however, knowing he was still keeping his strong, nonplatonic feelings for her a secret. Leo wasn&#039;t sure where their friendship would go over the next several years, but he hoped they would at least stay in contact with one another, as the former Ravenclaw couldn&#039;t imagine his life without the bubbly Trickett in it.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]jehenne de brigue;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />The brown-haired wizard fell in love with Jehenne de Brigue the moment he stepped onto its grounds. The school was grandiose (both in size and beauty) and the tiered gardens were practically enchanting. Leo couldn&#039;t wait to explore both extensively. He was also eager to visit the nearby town, Vilaró, curious to see how it compared to the British wizarding villiages he was used to.<br /><br />-it took him a few days to settle in, but his thorough prepping (particularly with learning all the main, spoken languages) allowed him to adjust more quickly than some of the other &quot;foreign&quot; students<br />-was excited to be able to finally really use all the Catalan and Spanish he&#039;d been learning the past two years?<br />-did he room by himself (since he could afford it) or did he have a roommate?<br />-thoroughly enjoyed his classes and how challenging they were<br />-studied constantly, wanting to do well in his classes and impress his classmates and professors?<br />-wrote frequent letters to his family and Frida for the first few months, but they got more and more infrequent (and shorter in length) after that, due to him focusing more on school and his &quot;new life&quot;?<br />-heard about Sirius Black&#039;s escape from Azkaban in a letter from his parents? worried a bit about his younger siblings (Ophelia and Duke) who were at Hogwarts?<br />-Potion Masters Guild! (got his Bronze Cauldron by the end of his first year??)<br />-went back home for a few weeks after the school year was over?<br />-felt strange to be back there?<br />-didn&#039;t really see or speak with anyone outside of his immediate family (even Frida)?<br />-just studied and planned for his next year pretty much?<br />-did his family go to the Quidditch World Cup?<br /><br />-his second year wasn&#039;t much different, academically?<br />-hardly sent any letters home that year at all? (still heard about the Triwizard Tournament though?)<br />-met more people/made more friends?<br />-shocked to hear about the death of Cedric Diggory (remembered him from school? knew him through Frida somehow??) and the rumours that You-Know-Who was back?<br />-didn&#039;t go home during his break (partly due to all the uncertainty in the UK)?<br /><br />-classes got even more demanding in his third year<br />-enjoyed his speciality though (was it still Magical Trauma? did he take on anything else?)<br />-didn&#039;t really have any correspondence from anyone at home at all? (his father had sent him a letter, requesting he not send any more of his own letters, to keep both him and the family safe?)<br />-still heard about the Battle at the Ministry, at the end of the year, through the school/his friends&#039; gossip?<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]the second wizarding war;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-You-Know-Who was officially back and began causing chaos around the start of Leo&#039;s fourth year at JDB<br />-hearing about things through the news and such, Leo did become quite concerned about his family and friends&#039; safety, back in the UK, but he knew he couldn&#039;t do much to help them (as much as that bothered him to admit to himself) and his parents would look after everyone, so he just tried to focus on his classes and do the best he could at JDB<br />-met a few new people, which helped to distract him from his worries<br />-specifically a French girl (a year or two older than him?)<br />-they began studying frequently together, and then eventually spending some time together outside of class/the library?<br />-Leo wasn&#039;t really interested in dating her (or anyone for that matter! especially with the thought of Frida still in the back of his mind every day), but she seemed to like him and be leaning that way?<br />-the pair continued to get closer over the course of the school year though, with Leo feeling very conflicted about it all (he knew he&#039;d have to tell her he wasn&#039;t interested in being more than friends sooner rather than later...)<br />-Dumbledore&#039;s death came as a complete shock? he was both terrified and deeply saddened by the news, and became genuinely scared for what the future held, particularly for his siblings and Hogwarts<br /><br />-things continued to be chaotic and terribly disastrous back in the UK<br />-wizards/witches and Muggles alike were disappearing and being killed everyday<br />-Muggleborns were now being treated almost as criminals under the reign and tyranny of You-Know-Who&#039;s followers, and Leo was terrified what they might do to his family and friends who had any sort of Muggle relations (his mother in particular, obviously, as she was a Muggle herself!)<br />-would he have heard about the goings-on at Hogwarts, or what Harry was up to?<br />-found it harder and harder to focus on his studies as each day went by, but he was now into his crucial last two years, and needed to do everything he could to stay on top of his school work and get good grades<br />-which Healer was he shadowing? (and what speciality did they have??)<br />-things with his French friend had really gotten to an awkward point by that time, and Leo had started to try to avoid her as much as possible?<br />-by the end of the school year though, he knew he&#039;d long past gotten to the point where he couldn&#039;t keep dodging her anymore, so he sat her down and told her the truth (that he knew that she liked him, but he was never going to be interested in them being more than friends?)<br />-she wasn&#039;t exactly thrilled about it, understandably (and they didn&#039;t really talk or see much of each other after that? which Leo felt both relieved and super guilty about?)<br />-Leo had also heard all about Harry&#039;s &quot;adventure&quot; by the end of the school year, and the resulting Battle of Hogwarts had him more nervous and worried (almost to the point that he made himself sick) than he&#039;d ever been in his whole life?<br />-he&#039;d had no word on how any of his friends or family members were doing, and it left him feeling gravely concerned over the fact that any of them could be injured or, unthinkably, killed, and he wouldn&#039;t know about it<br />-he tried to tell himself that all of them were fine and that his father would have written if anything terrible had truly happened (even though he&#039;d been so against corresponding while everything was precarious and &quot;up in the air&quot;)<br />-when the triumphant news arrived a few days later, that the Battle was over and You-Know-Who was gone for good, Leo was incredibly happy and sooooo relieved<br />-he was eager to go home for the first real time since he&#039;d started at JDB and couldn&#039;t wait to see all his family members and friends (maybe even Frida?!)<br /><br />-and then everything went to poop...<br />-he made the trip home as soon and as fast as he could (Apparating most of the way?)<br />-first arrived at the main house in Kensington, but no one was there<br />-figured maybe they&#039;d just bunkered down in their cottage in Hogsmeade instead?<br />-after quickly checking the village, not bothering to ask around at all (people would have known about his parents at that point, wouldn&#039;t they?), Leo decided to send a letter to his family, to see where they actually were<br />-within a couple of hours, he received a response (from Ophelia) and learned that they were all with his uncle, aunt, and cousins in Great Shelford (which he found a bit strange?)<br />-he immediately Apparated there<br />-Mer ran to him as soon as she saw him, practically jumping on him and nearly knocking him over?<br />-Holden hugged him too (in tears)??<br />-Duke, Ophelia, and Roxie just eyed him warily? (the latter two were obviously not happy with him?)<br />-after a few moments of awkward silence between everyone, Ophelia broke the news about their parents both being dead (she&#039;d obviously been waiting months to tell him off, to his face, and didn&#039;t hold anything back, eventually getting to the point where she was full-on shouting at him)<br />-Leo was numb through most of her angry rant/speech, not knowing how to feel about hearing how both his parents had been dead for months and he hadn&#039;t known about it (which was partially due to Ophelia having lied to their family and said she&#039;d sent him an owl, telling him, when she actually hadn&#039;t...), but eventually something she said clicked with him and he began arguing and then yelling back, frustrated with her (for being the main reason he hadn&#039;t found out sooner about their parents) and not knowing how else to deal with the sudden rush of feelings and mixed emotions he was having? did he start crying during any of it?<br />-it eventually got to the point where Ophelia drew her wand, ready to duel Leo to prove her &quot;point&quot;?<br />-Mer then stepped in front of Leo, preventing Ophelia from harming him?<br />-Roxie sided with Ophelia, which then roused Meredith, and all four of them were then fighting with each other??<br />-Duke took off at some point, not wanting to deal with all the drama?<br />-Holden was kinda just cowering in a corner somewhere the whole time, crying?? (or was he still clinging to Meredith or Leo?)<br />-eventually Meredith managed to calm them all (including herself!) down, but none of them really talked the rest of the day?<br />-Leo was distraught for weeks afterwards, not knowing what to do or how to feel<br />-he blamed himself and felt extremely guilty for not having been there for his younger siblings when their parents had been killed<br />-he hated and was angry with himself for being so selfish and only thinking of his own needs and ambitions while he was at JDB, wishing with all his heart that he&#039;d kept in better contact with his family and came back a lot more frequently for visits (especially during his first couple years, when it was easier and before the War really began)<br />-did he talk with any of his siblings over those first few days/weeks? or were they all too wrapped up in their own thoughts and feelings?<br />-Meredith followed him around everywhere and was super clingy the entire time though (did he, somehow, take comfort from her and the way she was acting?)<br />-Leo seriously considered not going back for his final year at JDB, having lost all his passion for his academics and not wanting to leave home again after everything that had happened<br />-his uncle, Jonathan Sr., finally sat him down and gave him a lecture/pep talk of sorts a few days before the school year started though, practically ordering his nephew to return to school and earn his Healer certificate<br />-his parents wouldn&#039;t have wanted to see him give up on his dreams and he was the head of his family now, so he&#039;d have to have a proper job to truly be able to care for his siblings<br />-convinced (though still having lots to work through, with both himself and his siblings), Leo returned to JDB, determined to finish his time at the school in the best way he possibly could<br /><br />-Leo&#039;s 6th and last year at JDB was, thankfully, uneventful<br />-he mostly just focused on his studies and shadowed under his Mentor<br />-worked super hard on his thesis and prepped thoroughly for his final exams<br />-wrote frequent letters home (to each of his siblings?) and visited as often as he could (especially around Christmas? Ophelia decided to host it that year, at their main house in London, to show how &quot;well&quot; they were all doing? Leo and her still had a super strained relationship? hardly spoke the entire time?)<br />-collected his &quot;share&quot; of his parents&#039; things during one of the first visits of that school year? (what did he keep? his father&#039;s watch, a few sets of his cufflinks, a couple of his ties, books from both parents - is this what really started his book collecting?, pictures/artwork, etc.??)<br />-decided to sell the family&#039;s cottage in Hogsmeade back to the Emerson Trust (seeing as how it had been owned and passed down through the family for generations), to ensure that his younger siblings would be able to receive their full inheritance when they came of age<br />-Leo ended up receiving a letter from his cousin, Jon, a few months later, explaining that he had purchased the cottage and planned to turn it into a critter cafe<br />-the two hadn&#039;t spoken properly since they&#039;d been at Hogwarts together, but they were able to quickly reconnect and become close once again<br />-Leo loved the idea of turning his family&#039;s old summer home into a &quot;safe haven&quot; of sorts for all those who had been affected by the War, and using animals and good food to help as many people as possible to find peace and solace<br />-the two then went on to make plans together, amidst both of their very busy schedules (what had Jon been up to before then? Ministry stuff?)<br />-reunited with Tóka around here (September-ish? where/how though??)<br />-Victory Ball (happened in November that year) and other post-War stuff? (would he, under the supervision of his Mentor, have gotten involved with any of that at all??)<br />-Leo was excited to finally receive his Healing certificate and graduate from JDB<br />-he was thoroughly looking forward to being back in the UK full-time and truly starting his adult wizarding life, as a certified Healer<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]sugar &amp; spice;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-Leo threw himself completely into the planning and building of the cafe (when was it decided that he and his siblings would live over it? when did they officially &quot;move in&quot;?)<br />-eventually asked Ophelia and Duke if they wanted to get involved with it (what had they been up to since then? Duke would have just graduated from Hogwarts, and Ophelia might have attended a culinary school or had been looking into going to one??)<br />-was surprised when Ophelia agreed right away (she saw the cafe as a way for her to gain experience and such on her way to opening up her own restaurant someday?)<br />-Duke really only agreed because he had &quot;nothing better to do&quot;? ;P<br />-the three of them slowly began to mend their relationships with each other as they started spending more and more time together in preparation for the grand opening of the cafe (did they ever have any heart-to-hearts though?)<br />-tried to spend as much time as he could with his three youngest siblings too<br />-he baked and read with Meredith, who he often found hiding/reading under his desk in the library (only after it had been built, of course ;3)<br />-came across and &quot;accidentally&quot; ended up reading a few entries in Mer&#039;s diary while cleaning her room one day? (does he get caught?)<br />-Roxie tried to keep her distance at first, but eventually started to warm up to him again?<br />-Holden clung to him even more than Mer did? did they do anything specific together??<br />-found and adopted Moly around here somewhere??<br />-the cafe ended up being called &quot;Sugar &amp; Spice&quot; (chosen by Holden), which Leo actually quite liked and thought was a fitting name? impressed by his &quot;baby&quot; brother, for coming up with it?<br />-the animals for the cafe were either bought from local animal shelters (non-magical) or the shops in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade (magical)<br />-super surprised when Jon filled him in on the fact that he&#039;d purchased two Unicorn foals for the cafe? (was worried he&#039;d gotten them in over their heads already, not knowing how to fully take care of such amazingly magical animals? talked to one of his Healer/Magizoologist friends about them perhaps?)<br />-Leo knew, even before S&amp;S opened, that he wanted to have a steady job as a Healer, and decided that running his own private practice, also out of the cottage, would be the best way for him to do that?<br />-began prepping for it as well (in the fall)? renovations for it started in the new year (i.e. January)?<br />-was a bit nervous about Holden going off to Hogwarts that fall? encouraged him a lot, writing him frequent letters and such? (quite surprised he ended up in Hufflepuff??)<br />-grand opening of S&amp;S in mid-December (a week before the Christmas holidays)!<br />-Leo was equal measures of stressed and excited, but super proud of himself and Jon (and all of his siblings, as they&#039;d helped quite a bit too) for all they&#039;d been able to accomplish that year<br />-the opening was a huge success, as was S&amp;S in general? (Ben, Brita, Honey, etc. all stopped in to check it out and became regular customers)<br />-potion making stuff (had been working on his own &quot;versions&quot; of healing potions and such, for the past year or two?)<br />-had been working towards his Silver Cauldron that entire time? (or had he gotten it already??)<br /><br /><br />-his clinic opened in March? Mer (and maybe Duke?) helped him set it up? Jon helped with the design and construction? (how did it go, having his own practice? did he enjoy it, both the healing and business side of things?)<br />-treats a few friends and Hogsmeade residents/works regularly?<br />-DtMD craziness? (how did he cope with it? semi-okay?)<br />-Day of Remembrance (brought back feelings of regret and such? spent as much time with his family as he could, especially his younger siblings? concerned about Mer and the fact that she hid in her dormitory for most of the day?)<br />-helped Mer (and Roxie?) with their Quidditch/flying skills that summer?<br />-his siblings all worked at S&amp;S that summer as well? (any conflicts over Mer&#039;s vegetarianism? did Leo weigh in on any of it, if there was? was proud of her? envied her a bit too??)<br />-became Meredith&#039;s test subject with her potion experiments (enjoyed it? taught her some of his own?)<br />-any thoughts/discussions about the ISS for them? chose not to go/send any of the siblings after all they&#039;d been through as a family the past two and a half years? (they were busy with S&amp;S anyway??)<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]the dome;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-September 2000-June 2001 stuffff<br />-Hogwarts BoT craziness<br />-heard about the fires and destruction at Hogwarts from the Ministry/school itself? (would he, and anyone else living in Hogsmeade, have actually physically heard the collapse of the castle and be woken up by it??) <br />-rushed over to the school immediately, after forbidding Ophelia and Duke from coming with him (even though they were adamant about it?) <br />-was one of the first to arrive? instantly accessed the situation and helped set up the Medical Tent and such? (was determined to do something and make a difference &quot;this time&quot;, after not being present during the War?)<br />-was terrified for his siblings and their friends (particularly Holden, with him being the lone Hufflepuff), but tried to stay calm and not let it show?<br />-thankfully none of his siblings were badly injured, even little Holden? (did Leo have a chance to see each of them and check them over himself though?) <br />-Roxie put on a brave face, but Meredith and Holden were both, understandably, distraught about it all?<br />-treated as many of the injured students as he could (alongside a few other Healers he knew and was good friends with, Ben being one of them!), and although he didn&#039;t want to leave his siblings, he knew he had to help take some of the more severely injured to St. Mungo&#039;s, and send word to his family members (in Great Shelford?) that he and his siblings were alright?<br />-helped care for a few of the injured students in St. Mungo&#039;s for a few days? did he still help with things at Hogwarts as well? (kept constant tabs on his younger siblings too, of course!)<br />-Brietta was one of the seriously injured Hogwarts students that he helped transfer to St. Mungo&#039;s/made Healing potions for?<br />-then returned to Hogsmeade to fully attend to his clinic, clients, and S&amp;S once more?<br />-the Dome appeared a week later, cutting off Hogwarts from the outside world<br />-Leo wasn&#039;t one of the unfortunate to get stuck inside of it though!<br />-worried and stressed terribly over his younger siblings once again? (letters didn&#039;t get through, obviously, but could they even see the castle at all after that, to know what was happening all those months?? would the people outside the dome know about the Gauntlet or the later attacks of dark creatures and enchantments, as it happened?)<br />-tried to help the Ministry in any way he could to help bring the Dome down? (worked with Jon, with them both having taken Ancient Runes in school? though Leo to a much lesser extent...)<br />-Jon ended up finding his way through the Dome and onto the Hogwarts grounds in January, after an experiment went wrong during one of his walks with the unicorn foals<br />-Leo now found himself fretting over his cousin, along with his younger siblings, and it caused him to become even more stressed and worried, nearly reaching his breaking point (as he had after returning from JDB to find both his parents dead)<br />-was thankful for Ophelia and Duke at that time, as they helped him keep both S&amp;S and his private practice running, in the absence of his partner, best mate, and dear cousin (realized how much he cared for and relied on Jon during that month they were &quot;apart&quot;?)<br />-the Dome finally broke at the beginning of February and Leo was nearly as relieved about it as he had been when the War had ended!<br />-had (yet another) tearful reunion with his younger siblings? (even Roxie that time??)<br />-had what should have been a rather emotional reunion with Jon, but instead they just hugged briefly and said they were glad to see each other? (Leo was quite worried about his cousin for months afterwards, of course, but never actually had a proper conversation with him about any of it?)<br />-decided to take a little &quot;holiday&quot; to their townhouse in Kensington for a couple of weeks during his younger siblings&#039; month off from school<br />-still made frequent trips back to check on things at his clinic and S&amp;S though (Ophelia and Duke apparated back and forth most days, to work at the cafe, and Merrie tagged along with Leo, via his trusty old broomstick, to visit with the animals at S&amp;S a few times too)<br />-things mostly returned to &quot;normal&quot; after that?<br /><br /><br />-Beltane Festival in May (spent the day with his siblings? had a good time?)<br />-the Hogwarts EoT craziness with Cameryn, DJ, and Linnet?!<br />-All-Star Quidditch match! attended and bought a bunch of tickets??<br />-looked forward to a nice, relaxing summer? (how was his clinic, S&amp;S, potion making, and relationships with Jon/his siblings going? who all had he &quot;reunited&quot; with since his return from JDB? mostly only regulars to his clinic and S&amp;S?? anyone from St. Mungo&#039;s/the Ministry???)<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]recently;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-July 2001-March 2002 stuffff<br />-ISS once again (any mentions? just with Meredith and Jon sneaking away??)<br />-escape of the magical creatures from the big Nigerian zoo!! Leo tried to help in any way he could?)<br />-attended the gala for Snuggles, the Rompo who died after escaping from the magical Nigerian zoo (Leo was quite upset about it and tried to help the zoo and anyone else involved in any way he could, financially or otherwise. :[)<br />-again: assisted in any way he could to stop the violent protests against the Nigerian zoo (did he agree with any of the protests though? how did he respond to all the negativity? did he, intentionally or unintentionally, contribute to any of it at all?)<br />-pick-up Quidditch Match in December?! (didn&#039;t take part himself, but donated to the cause and cheered on all of the players??)<br />-The St. Mungo&#039;s Grand Ball in January (attended it by himself??)<br />-Upheaval in the Ministry (know about it through family and friends??)[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i57.tinypic.com/30shcfb.png[/img]<br />[size=8pt][color=#389eac][i]and all along I believed I would find you, time has brought your heart to me I have loved you <br />for a thousand years and I&#039;ll love you for a thousand more[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#707e80][color=#295264][b]Strong Area of Magic:[/b][/color] Potions, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms<br />[color=#295264][b]Weak Area of Magic:[/b][/color] Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Divination<br />[color=#295264][b]Former School / House:[/b][/color] Hogwarts / Ravenclaw<br />[color=#295264][b]N.E.W.T.s:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Care of Magical Creatures:[/i][/color] O<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Charms:[/i][/color] O<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Defense Against the Dark Arts:[/i][/color] E<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Herbology:[/i][/color] O<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Potions:[/i][/color] O<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Transfiguration:[/i][/color] E<br />[color=#295264][b]Pets:[/b][/color] <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Hector:[/i][/color] A 11-year-old eagle owl, given to Leo by his parents after achieving such good marks on his N.E.W.T.s. He is a rather serious bird, but quite dependable when delivering post. Leo has quite a soft spot for him, especially since he was a gift from his mother and father.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Moly:[/i][/color] A 4-year-old brown spotted tabby cat (who is also half Kneazle). She is named after the powerful herb used in potion making, usually to make the Wiggenweld Potion. Leo took her in and later adopted her after finding her scrounging for food in an alley near the Emersons&#039; cottage, shortly after he returned from JDB. She is a rather playful and affectionate cat, often wanting attention and &quot;asking&quot; to be fed.<br />[color=#295264][b]Patronus:[/b][/color] Chocolate Labrador Retriever<br />[color=#295264][b]Wand:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Length:[/i][/color] 12 inches<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Wood:[/i][/color] Wiggentree Rowan<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Core:[/i][/color] Dragon heartstring<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#389eac][i]Flexibility:[/i][/color] Solid<br />[color=#295264][b]Quidditch position:[/b][/color] Beater<br />[color=#295264][b]Anything else?[/b][/color] Thanks to JT for allowing me to adopt this guy and for all his help in figuring out his history and such! &lt;333 Thanks also to Sioban for making his lovely sheet headers! (We love them. ^^ &lt;333) I also have permission from all of the drivers whose characters I mentioned.<br />[color=#295264][b]Are You A Native English Speaker?:[/b][/color] Yeppers! :][/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i59.tinypic.com/2rro12s.png[/img]<br />[size=8pt][color=#389eac][i]I have loved you for a thousand years and I&#039;ll love you for a thousand more[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[right][size=8pt][color=#707e80][b]Hogsmeade Village, Scotland | June 2000[/b][/color][/size][/right]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#707e80]It was mid-afternoon on a warm summer’s day and Leopold Emerson found himself yawning sleepily whilst updating the chart of one of the patients he&#039;d seen that morning. The wizard, who was only a couple of years younger than Leo, had come in with a badly broken hand, after getting into a fistfight with another wizard the previous night in the Hog&#039;s Head. Supposedly, there’d been some sort of disagreement between the two men and it had eventually resulted in them physically fighting one another. The young Healer had just nodded his head through the entire, exaggerated retelling of the story, not overly surprised that such a thing had happened in the rather run-down pub.<br /><br />Leo had only been running his private practice for a few months, but, so far, it was quite typical for him to see various adult witches and wizards who lived in and around Hogsmeade. Of those adult-aged patients, it wasn&#039;t overly uncommon to have a few of them a week come in with something they’d broken in some sort of accident or mishap, but it was out of the norm for them to have gotten said broken bone in a fight, particularly in one where wands weren&#039;t used. The former Ravenclaw wondered why anyone with magical abilities would resort to hitting someone else with their fists, when their wand could do more damage and wouldn&#039;t harm them in the process either. He assumed the consumption of quite a few alcoholic beverages played a part in the bad decision-making process. Leo had the occasional drink when he went out with friends, but he definitely didn&#039;t approve of getting drunk, especially when doing so resulted in a physical altercation occurring. <br /><br />The Emerson had just finished with the chart and moved to file it in the large cabinet beside his desk, when he heard the high-pitched ding of a bell, letting him know someone had come in the front door of the clinic. The tall man turned his head towards his office door and shouted “Just a moment! I’ll be right with you!”, hoping they’d hear him and wouldn’t mind waiting a few moments for him to wrap up what he was doing. He didn’t have any more appointments scheduled for that day, so it had to just be a walk-in. Hopefully, it wasn’t an emergency or anything overly serious. Though, the English wizard supposed, if it was they’d surely be too impatient to wait by the front desk and instead come running towards the voice they’d (with any luck) heard.<br /><br />Leo filed the chart and swiftly locked the filing cabinet with a flick of his wand before turning and heading out of his office. Waiting for him in the reception area of the clinic was a tall, brown-haired woman in a bright yellow dress. She had her back to Leo as he walked towards her and, from what he could tell, she appeared to be looking at one of the posters on the wall by the display of free wizarding medical journals and pamphlets. The intriguing witch was quietly humming to herself, occasionally laughing softly, and she even bobbed back and forth a bit, almost as if she were dancing along to a cheery tune. The former Ravenclaw continued to make his way towards the brunette, but he slowed his pace a bit, in order to study the woman further. There was something oddly familiar about her, almost as if she reminded him of someone. Even her dress sparked some sort of recognition in the Emerson’s mind. But what exactly was she so attentively focused on? <br /><br />As Leo came up behind her, he quickly glanced over the curly-haired woman’s shoulder and saw, from the angle of her head and neck, that she was looking at the advertisement for Sugar &amp; Spice, the critter cafe right next door that he and his cousin Jon owned. Maybe she was interested in it? He&#039;d have to remember to mention it to her at some point before she left. Suddenly feeling as if he were snooping, the tall man cleared his throat loudly and took a large step back from the brown-haired witch. “Can I help you?” He said rather formally, forcing a small, tired smile onto his face.[/color][/size]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[code][center][font=andale mono][size=50pt][color=#683c68][i][b]Leopold Emerson[/b][/i][/color][/size][/font]<br />[table][tr][td]<br />[table][tr style=&quot;height:10px&quot;][td][/td][/tr][/table]<br />[table][tr][td]<br />[table][tr][td][img width=300]http://i1309.photobucket.com/albums/s626/BookishlyBecca/MH/Leo/Model-%20Andrew%20S/Andrew_zpsjkmnekkp.jpg[/img][/td][/tr][/table]<br />[table][tr][td style=&quot;width:30px&quot;][/td][/tr][/table]<br />[table][tr][td style=&quot;width:500px; text-align:justify&quot;][font=georgia][size=12pt][color=#c6c3b2][i]A d u l t&nbsp; &nbsp; A n n i v e r s a r y&nbsp; &nbsp; A p p l i c a t i o n[/i][/color][/size][/font][size=8pt][color=#c6c3b2]<br /><br />[color=#683c68][b]Driver Name:[/b][/color] Becca<br />[color=#683c68][b]Character Name: [/b][/color] Leopold Emerson<br />[color=#683c68][b]Character Age:[/b][/color] 25<br />[color=#683c68][b]Character Model:[/b][/color] Andrew Stetson<br />[color=#683c68][b]Character&#039;s Place of Birth:[/b][/color] Camden, London, England<br />[color=#683c68][b]Character&#039;s Former School / House:[/b][/color] Hogwarts / Ravenclaw<br />[color=#683c68][b]Occupation:[/b][/color] Healer / Magizoologist<br />[color=#683c68][b]Special Feature:[/b][/color] None<br />[color=#683c68][b]Personality: [/b][/color] Leo is generally a very serious, level-headed, and practical individual. Only a select few of his closest family members and friends witness his charming, goofy, and laid back side. The ex-Ravenclaw is also known for being very patient, caring, and generous with both his time and money. He loves helping others, particularly those in need, and will go out of his way to assist someone whether they ask for help or not. He could also be described as being quite kind and friendly. Leo isn&#039;t a huge fan of socializing with people he doesn&#039;t know very well, but he will always be polite and courteous to anyone he comes in contact with, no matter how familiar he is with them. He generally just cares about everyone, particularly his family members and close friends, who he can become overly protective of at times.<br /><br />Leo is intelligent, ambitious, and determined, and loves to succeed in everything he does, whether that is properly being able to help a sick witch/wizard or animal that comes into his clinic, or winning a pick-up game of Quidditch with his mates. He hates failing, as he feels he&#039;s only letting people down when he does, including himself. He&#039;s also a very cautious wizard, who thinks carefully about everything he does. He&#039;s a planner, and likes to do things methodically and in an orderly manner. Leo greatly dislikes when things are messy and disorganized and could be considered a bit of neat freak, if only in the way he likes his house, clinic, and everything else in his life to always been super clean and tidy. <br />[color=#683c68][b]Likes:[/b][/color] Books / Learning New Things / Animals / Potions / His Family Members and Friends / Physical Activity / Quidditch / Flying / Languages / Traveling / Sweets / Physical Contact / Helping Others<br />[color=#683c68][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color] Failing / Clutter / Disorganization / Formal Gatherings / Uncaring People / Blood Supremacy / Small and Cramped Places / Being Embarrassed or Made Fun Of / Not Having Anything To Do<br />[color=#683c68][b]Brief Character Description: [/b][/color] Leo is an Emerson, which means he is from a long line of Purebloods who are both rich and influential. His father and many of his ancestors before him worked high up in the Ministry, but Leo had always been closer to his Muggle mother, who was a Veterinarian, and therefore took after her. He grew to have a love for animals and healing medicine, and he, therefore, decided to become a Healer, eventually specializing in the healing of animals, making him a Magizoologist. He also still treats witches and wizards though, so he can have quite the varied client list on any given day when working in his private practice, which is located in Hogsmeade.<br /><br />Being ambitious, and a lover of learning new things and travelling, Leo decided to do his Healer training at Jehenne de Brigue Institute of Medicinal Studies in Andorra. This took him away from his family and friends for a full four years, with minimal contact, before the Second Wizarding War broke out. After it had been won, Leo came home and soon after found out some unexpected and terrible news: both of his parents had been killed during the War. The ex-Ravenclaw was instantly filled with a mixture of terrible sadness, anger, and guilt. All of which were mostly aimed at himself and his decision to leave his family for so many years, even after the War broke out. He blamed himself for not being there for his family, particularly his siblings who were all left as orphans.<br /><br />After returning to JDB and completing his final two years of schooling, where he specialized in Magizoology, Leo decided to open up a &quot;critter cafe&quot; with his cousin Jonathan, in the cottage in Hogsmeade that Leo&#039;s family owned. His main role, along with being the co-owner, would be to look after all the different animals they kept for the cafe. The ex-Ravenclaw then also decided to open up his own private practice, off the side of the cottage and cafe, where he would work part-time and take in both human and animal clients.<br />[/td][/tr][/table]<br />[/td][/tr][/table]<br />[/td][/tr][/table]', 'xx', 190, 1, 5);
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Likes to be comfortable but also look put-together, usually wears skirts, simple dresses, and nice-looking jeans. Isn&#039;t afraid to wear heels, but prefers to be in sneakers, boots, or a pair of flats/nice shoes. Likes her comfy sweaters and cardigans in the fall/winter. Prefers to wear neutral tones (black, white, tan, grey), though her favourite colour is red so she will often wear a piece of clothing in that colour. Likes wearing her school robes, especially in the cooler months, finds them comforting and cozy.[/color][/size]<br /><br /><br />[center][font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#b21f1f]Personality[/size][/font]<br />[size=8pt][color=#CC6666][i]a lyrical subheading[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#CC9999][color=#b21f1f][b]General Character Traits:[/b][/color]<br />-outgoing/adventurous<br />-likes to take calculated risks<br />-has high moral standards (which conflict with her adventurous nature?)<br />-can be fairly ambitious, especially with things she enjoys (school, sports, etc.)<br />-is a very genuine, happy, friendly person<br />-likes to make new friends and be around people as much as she can<br />-optimistic/cheerful<br />-talkative/outspoken/honest<br />-usually trustworthy/a good friend<br />-cares deeply about her friends and family<br />-is a bit of a free spirit, though she is quite grounded when she&#039;s focused on or concerned about something<br />-has strong values, but tries to stay open-minded<br />-can be quite stubborn, and even argumentative, when she&#039;s determined to prove a point<br />-has a bit of a joking and teasing nature with people she&#039;s close to<br />-likes to learn new things/enjoys and does quite well in school<br />-can become quite passionate about something when it intrigues her, including people<br /><br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Likes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Ireland:[/i][/color] specifically Donegal?<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Quidditch/Sports:[/i][/color] mainly football (aka soccer)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Dancing:[/i][/color] more into jazz/contemporary these days, but still enjoys ballet<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Making Friends:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Adventures/Exploring:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Autumn/Winter:[/i][/color] loves wearing cosy clothes, drinking warm beverages (alllllllll of the tea!), and curling up in front of the fire (only really experienced snow and colder weather when she came to Hogwarts, was shocked by it at first but quickly grew to both love and embrace it)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Learning New Things/School:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]The French Language/BB:[/i][/color] related to her mother&#039;s heritage<br /><br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Pureblood Supremacy:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Liars:[/i][/color] related to her high moral standards<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Being Alone:[/i][/color] thrives off of being around people, enjoys the &quot;energy&quot; (can be &quot;clingy&quot; with her best friends because of this?)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Failure:[/i][/color] school/sports related?<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Boredom:[/i][/color] always needs to be either using her brain or moving her body (prefers the latter most days, but generally enjoys studying too, obviously)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Cats:[/i][/color] thinks they&#039;re &quot;evil&quot;? Had a bad experience with one (or more) when she was younger?<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Warm Weather:[/i][/color] related to being born in December? (likes the weather better at Hogwarts?) isn&#039;t good at dealing with anything over 20 degrees (Celcius)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Arrogant/Stuck-Up People:[/i][/color] basically anyone who isn&#039;t willing to be nice or talk to her<br /><br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Habits/Mannerisms:[/b][/color] Talks a lot, especially when she&#039;s excited, plays with her hair when she&#039;s nervous or upset about something, chews her fingernails, something dancing related (stretching, etc.), can&#039;t sit still for too long<br /><br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Strengths:[/b][/color] [color=#FF6666][i]adventurous outgoing friendly determined sociable sincere hopeful happy honest trustworthy considerate focused passionate[/i][/color]<br /><br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color] [color=#FF6666][i]opinionated can-be-closeminded headstrong quarrelsome blunt chatty daring obsessive clingy emotional[/i][/color] [/color][/size]<br /><br /><br />[center][font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#b21f1f]Personal History[/size][/font]<br />[size=8pt][color=#CC6666][i]a lyrical subheading[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#CC9999][color=#b21f1f][b]Mother:[/b][/color] Claire MacGrath (nee Martin)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Age:[/i][/color] 43<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Muggle<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Writer<br /><br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Father:[/b][/color] Eion (John/Jack) MacGrath<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Age:[/i][/color] 45<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Muggle<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] History Teacher<br /><br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Siblings:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Sister[/i][/color] Soairse MacGrath, 19, Muggle, Professional Football Player<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Sister:[/i][/color] Ailís (Alice) MacGrath, 14, Muggle<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Brother:[/i][/color] Liam McGrath, 13, Muggle<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Brother:[/i][/color] Rónán MacGrath, 11, Muggle<br /><br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Background Story:[/b][/color]<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]jack &amp; claire;;[/i][/color]<br />-Jack&#039;s family is from Ulster, Claire&#039;s family is from a small town just outside of Paris<br />-Jack is a History teacher, Claire is a writer<br />-met in a library in Paris? Jack was on a vacation/sabbatical/studying abroad? Claire was exploring/writing/looking for inspiration?<br />-Jack spoke decent French, but Claire spoke minimal/broken English? they were still able to hold a decent conversation though? Claire found Jack amusing and charming? Jack was mesmerized by Claire? they hit it off right away?<br />-began seeing a lot of each other, talked about books, writing, history, etc.<br />-eventually started dating, and then, soon after, got engaged/pregnant? Jack took Claire back home to Ireland with him, where they got married and started their life together?<br />-enjoyed being parents, but found the transition difficult as they not only had a new baby but were also not used to living in Ireland, particularly together, as a married couple? (culture differences and adjustments for both? Jack taught Claire some Gaelic and other stuff about Ireland?)<br />-waited a few years to have Caoimhe? (due to needing time to fully settle down)<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]young caoimhe;;[/i][/color]<br />-curious, happy, fairly quiet baby<br />-spoiled and loved on by her parents, poked and prodded by her big sister<br />-more bubbly, adventurous, and a bit of a handful as a toddler<br />-Ailís was born when Caoimhe was two (going on three)<br />-Saorise was enrolled in ballet around this time by their mother? (only &quot;put up&quot; with doing it for a few months though?)<br />-Liam was born when she was three (going on four)<br />-enjoyed having a couple of younger siblings to play with/lovingly boss around? (especially as she got older and her relationship with Saoirse got more and more strained)<br />-started public school at the age of four (Primary One), quickly grew to enjoy and do well in it, even more so than her older sister<br />-Seán was born when she was five (going on six), was excited to have yet another sibling to help look after and eventually play with?<br />-watched as Saorise began to do things more on her own, both during and after school (mainly football) and became jealous? (started ballet around this time, as a result?)<br />-showed her first sign of magic at the age of six, but no one knew it was actually magic, of course (had a fight with her older sister and broke a window/hurt Saorise in some way?)<br />-followed in her sister&#039;s footsteps and began to play football (along with keeping up with her weekly ballet classes) when she was seven (Primary Four)? took to it fairly quickly, though wasn&#039;t as naturally gifted as her older sister, which frustrated her (magic happens here due to anger/upset-ness?)<br />-the years went by fairly uneventfully, she grew closer to her younger siblings due to her being rather jealous of her older sister, continued to enjoy and do well in school (favourite/best classes?), other interests/hobbies and standout memories?<br />[s]-a Hogwarts faculty member visited Caoimhe&#039;s family the summer before she was meant to start secondary school, they were all shocked and in disbelief? Jack, in particular, was skeptical, though he grew more intrigued and curious soon enough, being the scholar and knowledge-seeker that he was? Saoirse wasn&#039;t impressed, but all of Caoimhe&#039;s younger siblings, particularly Liam, were excited and super curious about her being a witch and going off to a magic school? (did her parents try to keep it from the other kids?)<br />-went to get her school supplies from Diagon Alley, with the help of the same Hogwarts staff member? she was, of course, fascinated by the street and all the other witches and wizards milling about, got her wand, was pleased and intrigued by her textbooks, robes, etc.<br />-the rest of the summer passed quickly (though it dragged on for Caoimhe), she enjoyed playing with her siblings, not fully realizing at the time how much she&#039;d miss them when she went off to school? Saoirse was still rather sullen with her, and though a part of Caoimhe wanted to make things better between them before she went away, they&#039;d been at odds with each other for too long and she still had some jealousy and resentment towards her big sister (even though she was the one going off to the exciting wizarding school!)[/s]<br /><br />[u]Revised notes:[/u]<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]young caoimhe cont&#039;d;;[/i][/color]<br />-somehow finds out about her magic/being a witch/Hogwarts/the War!<br />-her entire family moves to France late 1996/early 1997 (shortly after Caoimhe&#039;s b-day and learning about the wizarding world), to be near Claire&#039;s family and safely away from all the chaos in the UK?<br />-Caoimhe ends up going to a local muggle school for the year instead?<br /><br />[size=1pt]For Future Reference!&nbsp; From Heather: Muggleborn students could have hidden in The Ward, a compound set up by the Elemental Council and The Order. I&#039;ll look to see if there&#039;s more information on it. It was primarily a place of refuge. Underage students were not really allowed to join The Order, nor fight in the Battle of Hogwarts (though some underage students thought otherwise and disobeyed the order to hide in Hogsmeade). She could have been a part of Dumbledore&#039;s Army, though remember when that was canon playtime wise in relation to the age of your character and that Dumbledore&#039;s Army was heavily monitored and blocked by Umbridge in OoTP.<br /><br />They could have also had their parents convince Beauxbatons (and pay money) to move their education to the French school... because for all they knew it was a long-term situation, and then upon Voldie&#039;s defeat gone back to Hogwarts to either repeat their previous year, or to take summer tutoring to take their examinations before the upcoming term (if they were really really into their education). There&#039;s a number of options available. :]<br /><br />In November of 1999, Hogwarts held a Victory Ball as a way to celebrate the end of the war and a new beginning as they had begun a new school term in the rebuilt castle and everyone had gotten settled and such. Some Voldie lover was upset (in brief that&#039;s all I can say.. haha), and sought revenge. Because the ball was open to the public, anyone could come, the guy arrived purposely sick with the magical plague (unknown origin), and those he touched and those who interacted with those he touched and so on had gotten sick and ill. Some of them died, Trinity Renn was a Ravenclaw Student (would be a sixth year) who had passed away in the hospital due to it. A number of people got sick and got better. A vaccine was desperately in the works and eventually created, allowing those who were bedridden in the hospital for a few months to finally go home after fighting the illness. Some individuals had lasting side effects from it, others were cured completely. A lot of people got different symptoms (i don&#039;t remember them all quite honestly) and I would say it&#039;s due to people&#039;s varying immune systems and some have stronger and some have weaker... like a normal flu outbreak in this day in age in the muggle realm, some are in bed for weeks, while others can waltz around work with the sniffles. The elementals (an MH unique feature) were immune to the outbreak.<br /><br />I don&#039;t have any muggleborns (yet... &lt;&lt;), but I&#039;m sure those who have them wouldn&#039;t mind starting a support group of some kind. Upon sorting, a group shipper was created just for muggleborns, so you can bring that up there and see if anyone else is interested in that sort of thing![/size]<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [s][color=#CC6666][i]first year at hogwarts;; (ootp)[/i][/color]<br />-Platform 9 3/4, farewells to her family, hugs everyone, even Saoirse (though it&#039;s much quicker and less sincere than the others). Promises she&#039;ll write often, though she doesn&#039;t fully understand how the owls delivering post thing works yet.<br />-meets other firsties on the train?<br />-a whirlwind of a year as she adjusts to the wizarding world, magic, and Hogwarts<br />-meets Keela, Sian, Terry, Jessalyn?<br />-bonds quickly with Keela?<br />-gets along well with Sian, Jess, and Terry as well?<br />-Umbridge/DA drama?<br />-takes to flying (even more so than football)/becomes intrigued by Quidditch?<br />-does surprisingly well in her classes?<br />-writes home often (though eventually stops sending her older sister letters as she doesn&#039;t reply back)[/s]<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]first year at hogwarts;; (dh+1)[/i]<br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; [s][color=#CC6666][i]second year at hogwarts;; (hbp)[/i][/color]<br />-looks forward to coming back to the castle and learning more about the wizarding world/magic<br />-continues to become close with Keela and makes more friends?<br />-happy but also slightly jealous when Keela makes the reserve team for Quidditch<br />-meets Ari, who helps her with her French? (Since her mom is from France and she wants to brush up on the language.)<br />-death of Dumbledore and beginning of the War drama/fear of what would happen to her and her family?<br />-writes constantly to her family, though still hasn&#039;t gotten any closer to Saoirse[/s]<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]second year at hogwarts;; (dh+2)[/i]<br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [s][color=#CC6666][i]third year at beauxbatons;; (dh)[/i][/color]<br />-goes off to BB<br />-meets Gemma Whitbeck and some other students (both at BB and from Hogwarts) around her age?<br />-she can speak French quite well already, but learns even more from her new peers<br />-enjoys her time at the new school (She&#039;s a Belle, maybe?), but misses and worries about her friends and family back at home/Hogwarts<br />-writes to all of her loved ones as often as she can?[/s]<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]third year at hogwarts/beauxbatons;; (dh+3)[/i]<br />-depends on how injured she got...<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [s][color=#CC6666][i]fourth year at hogwarts;; (dh+1)[/i][/color]<br />-reunites with her family and friends (finally makes up with her older sister, after realizing how much she really needs her?)<br />-has trouble adjusting to her &quot;old&quot; home and school life<br />-tries to help Keela and her other friends/family members through their post-War struggles too<br />-meets Harvey Lansdowne, Ian Moray, Basil Stringfellow, Clementine Russell, Lionel Sterling (has varying degrees of affection for them)<br />-helps Ian with some of his classes<br />-ends up going to the Victory Ball with Ian (though she wishes she could go with Harvey...)<br />-meets Harvey somehow, is instantly entranced by the older boy, grows to quickly have a huge crush on him, is jealous of all the attention he gets/gives to other girls (particularly the older ones ie. Tess, Casey, etc.)<br />-maybe Keela and her have a &quot;boy talk&quot; at some point and confess they both have feelings for Ian/Harvey, end up getting in a fight?<br />-Basil and her don&#039;t get along at all, due to him being so prejudiced against her because of her blood status<br />-gets to know Clem and Lionel through Jess<br />-likes Clem a lot and bonds with her over Quidditch? Not too sure about Lionel, but wants to get to know him better?[/s]<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]fourth year at hogwarts;; (dh+4)[/i]<br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [s][color=#CC6666][i]fifth year at hogwarts;; (dh+2)[/i][/color]<br />-excited to start a fresh year of school and hopes to do better in her classes, become better friends with people, and maybe even make the Quidditch team?<br />-disappointed she wasn&#039;t made a Prefect (her being gone during the War/having trouble the previous year could be the reason for this?)<br />-jealous of Keela when she makes the house Quidditch team, though she makes the reserve team?<br />-OWLs worry<br />-Day of Remembrance<br />-DTMD<br />-ISS?[/s]<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]fifth year at hogwarts;; (dh+5)[/i]<br />-<br /><br />[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#b21f1f]Hogwarts Sorting[/size][/font]<br />[size=8pt][color=#CC6666][i]a lyrical subheading[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#CC9999][color=#b21f1f][b]Strong Area of Magic:[/b][/color] DADA, Transfiguration, Flying<br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Weak Area of Magic:[/b][/color] Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, Divination<br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Preferred House Choice:[/b][/color] Gryffindor<br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Responsibility or Guidance?:[/b][/color] Responsibility<br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Forgiveness or Justice?:[/b][/color] Justice, but forgiveness when it&#039;s earned<br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Adventure or Security?:[/b][/color] Adventure<br />[color=#b21f1f][b]What does &quot;Never tickle a sleeping dragon&quot; mean to your character?[/b][/color] &quot;Be brave, but not reckless.&quot;[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#b21f1f]Minor Details[/size][/font]<br />[size=8pt][color=#CC6666][i]a lyrical subheading[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#CC9999][color=#b21f1f][b]Pets:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Winnie:[/i][/color] A 5-year-old red Irish Setter, who was bought after Caoimhe and her family found out that she was a witch. She is a very friendly and energetic dog, who loves attention and playtime.<br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Wand:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Length:[/i][/color] 10 and 1/2 inches<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Wood:[/i][/color] Maple<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Core:[/i][/color] Dragon heartstring<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#CC6666][i]Flexibility:[/i][/color] Reasonably supple<br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Quidditch position:[/b][/color] Beater or Chaser<br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Anything else?[/b][/color] I have permission from all the drivers whose characters I have mentioned!<br />[color=#b21f1f][b]Are You A Native English Speaker?:[/b][/color] Yes[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#b21f1f]RP Response[/size][/font]<br />[size=8pt][color=#CC6666][i]a lyrical subheading[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#CC9999][/color][/size]', 'xx', 190, 1, 0),
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msg1000598663 (Rina's sheet)
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(1000598663, 131655, 23748, 1000853878, '~Rina~', 'Becca', 'bookishlybecca@gmail.com', 1433404669, '209.5.238.10', 1, 1551684050, 'Becca', '[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/HpcD8kL.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][table][tr][td][b][size=8pt][color=#F5B01B]b e s t&nbsp;  f r i e n d s[/color][/b]<br />[size=8pt][color=#F0760C]Kyllikki Kirkkomäki (&quot;Twin&quot; sister &amp; bestie)<br />Marja Kirkkomäki (Rina&#039;s favourite)<br />Daniil Krylov (&quot;Little Bro&quot;)<br />Mihaela Lupesco (Dormmate)<br />[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#F5B01B][b]f r i e n d s[/b]<br />[color=#F0760C]Avel Zlotnik (7th year Krov)<br />Edyta Ciesynska (7th year Krov)<br />[/color][/td]<br />[/tr]<br />[tr][td][size=8pt][color=#F5B01B][b]a c q u a i n t a n c e s[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#F0760C]Sabrina Sasseville (Kylli&#039;s penpal)<br />Inna Ilyina (6th year Krov)<br />[/size]<br />[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#F5B01B][b]( f r ) e n e m i e s[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#F0760C]Sabina Sarkova (7th year Klyk)<br />Zviad Gogoladze (7th year Klyk)<br />Valda Pavlycheva (7th year Klyk)<br />[/size][/td][/tr]<br />[/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][table]<br />[tr]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#F5B01B][b]s h e e t&nbsp;  c h a n g e s&nbsp; (as of 11/15/2017)[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#F0760C]- Still drafting[/td]<br />[/tr]<br />[/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[b][size=8pt][color=#F5B01B]New Sheet Template[/color][/b]<br /><br />[code][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/HpcD8kL.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#F5B01B][b]Full Name:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]Kaarina (Rina) Solvieg Kirkkomäki[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Blood Status:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]Pureblood[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Date of Birth:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]August 19[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Age:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]17[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Place of Birth:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]Lieto, Finland[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Languages:[/b][/color] <br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#F0760C][color=#b30000][i]Native:[/i][/color] Finnish, Swedish<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Fluent:[/i][/color] Russian<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Learning:[/i][/color] Bulgarian, Gaelic?[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C] [/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Member Group:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]Durmstrang Student[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Approved Special Features:[/b][/color][/size] [color=#b30000][size=1pt]Disciplus Incin (Fire Elemental)[/size][/color]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/n5Dvjbh.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#F0760C][color=#F5B01B][b]Eyes:[/b][/color] Chocolatey-brown, almond-shaped, small, short/fine eyelashes, thin, rounded eyebrows<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Hair:[/b][/color] Golden, dirty blonde, darker near the part and at the base of her head, wavy, fairly thick, shoulder length, usually as is or in a messy bun on the top of her head, parted slightly to the left<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Height:[/b][/color] 5&#039;2&quot;<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Weight:[/b][/color] 110 pounds<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]General Appearance:[/b][/color] Pale (though likes to be tanned), slim, short, round face with a small, prominent chin, long, thin mouth and lips, large, thick, pointy nose, high cheekbones, wide forehead, small ears, long, slender neck, loves to paint her nails bright colours, will occasionally wear makeup too, when she has the patience to take the time to put it on<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Dressing Style:[/b][/color] Very casual, greatly dislikes robes, almost always wears a pair of worn jeans and some sort of simple yet colourful top, loves to wear bright, flashy colours (reds, oranges, yellows), likes stripes, especially in black, usually wears her favourite pair of beat-up sneakers, though she has a pair of flats for more formal occasions, will accessorize with the occasional necklace, bracelet, or ring[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/kCF8ohW.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#F0760C][color=#F5B01B][b]General Character Traits:[/b][/color]<br />-feisty/sassy<br />-bold/daring<br />-a bit of a daredevil<br />-confident/self-assured<br />-impulsive<br />-restless/fidgety<br />-determined/persevering/strong-willed<br />-genuine/open/honest<br />-wears her heart on her sleeve<br />-hopeless romantic?<br />-can be blunt at times<br />-sarcastic<br />-warm/caring<br />-proud/strong<br />-passionate/energetic<br />-high achiever<br />-quick-witted/clever<br />-very protective of the people she cares about<br />-occasionally short-tempered/selfish/bossy/arrogant/moody/emotional [color=#b30000][i]highlights[/i][/color]<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Likes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Physical Activity:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Quidditch:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Friends/Family:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]The Color Orange:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Being in Control:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Getting Stuff Done:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Dragons:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Fire/Warmth:[/i][/color]<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Solitude:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Having Nothing to Do:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Fancy Things:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Strict Guidelines:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Getting in Trouble/Yelled At:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Crying:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Rain/Water:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Being Lied To/Secrets:[/i][/color]<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Habits/Mannerisms:[/b][/color] Cracks her knuckles when she&#039;s nervous or anxious about something, fidgets, bounces her foot, and taps her fingers together when she&#039;s restless, gets very quiet and serious when she&#039;s really upset or angry, snorts when she laughs when she&#039;s really giddy or excited<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Strengths:[/b][/color] brave optimistic assertive tenacious committed sincere frank truthful compassionate loving bright sharp enthusiastic [color=#b30000][i]highlights[/i][/color]<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color] reckless impatient irritable touchy harsh snide inconsiderate overprotective bossy arrogant emotional [color=#b30000][i]highlights[/i][/color][/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/zJv104T.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#F5B01B][b]Parents:[/b][/color]<br /><br />[color=#F0760C][color=#F5B01B][b]Mother:[/b][/color] Annastiina Kirkkomäki (nee: Ryssevik)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Age:[/i][/color] 38<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Pureblood<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Former House:[/i][/color] Drakonya Krov<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Writer and Co-Owner of [i]Ink and Bindings[/i]<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Father:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Age:[/i][/color] 40<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Pureblood<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Former House:[/i][/color] Klyk Vampira<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Writer and Co-Owner of [i]Ink and Bindings[/i][/color]<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Siblings:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#F0760C][color=#b30000][i]Brother:[/i][/color] Joakim (Aki) Kirkkomäki, 17, 7th year Klyk Vampira<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Sister:[/i][/color] Kyllikki Kirkkomäki, 16, 6th year Drakonya Krov<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Sister:[/i][/color] Marja Kirkkomäki, 15, 5th year Drakonya Krov<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Brother:[/i][/color] Iikka Kirkkomäki, 14, 4th year Drakonya Krov<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Sister:[/i][/color] Päivi Kirkkomäki, 13, 3rd year Klyk Vampira <br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]Sister:[/i][/color] Klara Kirkkomäki, 12, 2nd year Drakonya Krov[/color]<br /><br />[color=#F5B01B][b]History:[/b][/color] <br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#F0760C][color=#b30000][i]kaapo &amp; annastiina;;[/i][/color]<br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]young kaarina;;[/i][/color]<br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]first year at durmstrang;;[/i][/color]<br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]second year at durmstrang;;[/i][/color]<br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]third year at durmstrang;;[/i][/color]<br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]fourth year at durmstrang;;[/i][/color]<br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]fifth year at durmstrang;;[/i][/color]<br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#b30000][i]sixth year at durmstrang;;[/i][/color]<br />- [/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/TlFdXfa.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#F5B01B][b]School / House:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]Durmstrang / Drakonya Krov[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Year:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]Sixth year[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Magical Strengths:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]Elemental Magic, Dragon Riding[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Magical Weaknesses:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]Curses &amp; Hexes, Illusions, Melioration Magic[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Wand:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]11 inches, aspen, phoenix feather, fairly sturdy<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Pet:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]A 6-year-old short-eared owl named [color=#b30000][i]Tulipalo,[/i][/color] who usually goes by Tuli (Finnish for &quot;fire&quot;). She is quite affectionate and loves attention.[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Quidditch Position:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]Chaser or possibly Beater[/color]<br />[color=#F5B01B][b]Affiliation:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]Neutral[/color][/size]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#F5B01B][b]Roleplay Sample:[/b][/color] [color=#F0760C]--[/color]




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[center][font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#d27d21]Kaarina Kirkkomäki[/size][/font]<br />[size=8pt][color=#c5935e][i]a lyrical subheading[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#edb477][color=#d27d21][b]First Name:[/b][/color] Kaarina<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Nickname:[/i][/color] Rina<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Middle Name:[/b][/color] Solveig<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Last Name:[/b][/color] Kirkkomäki<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Blood Status:[/b][/color] Pureblood<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Mother:[/i][/color] Pureblood<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Father:[/i][/color] Pureblood<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Nationality:[/b][/color] Finnish<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Spoken Languages:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Native:[/i][/color] Finnish, Swedish<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Fluent:[/i][/color] Russian<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Learning:[/i][/color] Bulgarian, Gaelic?<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Place of Birth:[/b][/color] Lieto, Finland<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Age/Date of Birth:[/b][/color] 17 / August 19<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Approved Special Features:[/b][/color] [size=1pt]Disciplus Incin (Fire Elemental)[/size][/color][/size] <br /><br />[center][font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#d27d21]Appearance[/size][/font]<br />[size=8pt][color=#c5935e][i]a lyrical subheading[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#edb477][color=#d27d21][b]Eyes:[/b][/color] Chocolatey-brown, almond-shaped, small, short/fine eyelashes, thin, rounded eyebrows<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Hair:[/b][/color] Golden, dirty blonde, darker near the part and at the base of her head, wavy, fairly thick, shoulder length, usually as is or in a messy bun on the top of her head, parted slightly to the left<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Height:[/b][/color] 5&#039;2&quot;<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Weight:[/b][/color] 110 pounds<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]General Appearance:[/b][/color] Pale (though likes to be tanned), slim, short, round face with a small, prominent chin, long, thin mouth and lips, large, thick, pointy nose, high cheekbones, wide forehead, small ears, long, slender neck, loves to paint her nails bright colours, will occasionally wear makeup too, when she has the patience to take the time to put it on<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Dressing Style:[/b][/color] Very casual, greatly dislikes robes, almost always wears a pair of worn jeans and some sort of simple yet colourful top, loves to wear bright, flashy colours (reds, oranges, yellows), likes stripes and other patterns, usually wears her favourite pair of beat-up sneakers, though she has a pair of flats for more formal occasions, will accessorize with the occasional necklace, bracelet, or ring[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#d27d21]Personality[/size][/font]<br />[size=8pt][color=#c5935e][i]a lyrical subheading[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#edb477][color=#d27d21][b]General Character Traits:[/b][/color]<br />-fiesty/sassy<br />-bold/daring<br />-a bit of a daredevil<br />-confident/self-assured<br />-impulsive<br />-restless/fidgety<br />-determined/persevering/strong-willed<br />-genuine/open/honest<br />-wears her heart on her sleeve<br />-hopeless romantic?<br />-can be blunt at times<br />-sarcastic<br />-warm/caring<br />-proud/strong<br />-passionate/energetic<br />-high achiever<br />-quick-witted/clever<br />-very protective of the people she cares about<br />-occasionally short-tempered/selfish/bossy/arrogant/moody/emotional (keeps allllll of this hidden well though, of course)<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Likes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Physical Activity:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Quidditch:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Family/Friends:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]The Colour Orange:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Being in Control:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Getting Stuff Done:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Dragons:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Fire/Warmth:[/i][/color]<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Solitude:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Having Nothing to Do:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Fancy Things:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Strict Guidelines:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Getting in Trouble/Yelled At:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Crying:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Rain/Water:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Being Lied To/Secrets:[/i][/color]<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Habits/Mannerisms:[/b][/color] Cracks her knuckles when she&#039;s nervous or anxious about something, fidgets, bounces her foot, and taps her fingers together when she&#039;s restless, gets very quiet and serious when she&#039;s really upset or angry, snorts when she laughs when she&#039;s really giddy or excited<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Strengths:[/b][/color] [color=#FFA94C][i]brave optimistic assertive tenacious committed sincere frank truthful compassionate loving bright sharp enthusiastic[/i][/color]<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color] [color=#FFA94C][i]reckless impatient irritable touchy harsh snide inconsiderate overprotective bossy arrogant emotional[/i][/color] [/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#d27d21]Personal History[/size][/font]<br />[size=8pt][color=#c5935e][i]a lyrical subheading[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#edb477][color=#d27d21][b]Mother:[/b][/color] Annastiina Kirkkomäki (nee Ryssevik)<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Age:[/i][/color] 38<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Pureblood<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Former House:[/i][/color] Drakonya Krov<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Writer and Co-Owner of [i]Ink and Bindings[/i]<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Father:[/b][/color] Kaapo Kirkkomäki<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Age:[/i][/color] 40<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Pureblood<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Former House:[/i][/color] Klyk Vampira<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Writer and Co-Owner of [i]Ink and Bindings[/i]<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Siblings:[/b][/color] <br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Brother:[/i][/color] Joakim (Aki) Kirkkomäki, 17, 7th year Klyk Vampira<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Sister:[/i][/color] Kyllikki Kirkkomäki, 16, 6th year Drakonya Krov<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Sister:[/i][/color] Marja Kirkkomäki, 15, 5th year Drakonya Krov<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Brother:[/i][/color] Iikka Kirkkomäki, 14, 4th year Drakonya Krov<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Sister:[/i][/color] Päivi Kirkkomäki, 13, 3rd year Klyk Vampira <br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Sister:[/i][/color] Klara Kirkkomäki, 12, 2nd year Drakonya Krov<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Background Story:[/b][/color]<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]kaapo &amp; annastiina;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]young kaarina;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]first year at durmstrang;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]second year at durmstrang;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-<br /> <br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]third year at durmstrang;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]fourth year at durmstrang;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]fifth year at durmstrang;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]sixth year at durmstrang;;[/i][/color]<br /><br />-<br /><br />[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#d27d21]Durmstrang Sorting[/size][/font]<br />[size=8pt][color=#c5935e][i]a lyrical subheading[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#edb477][color=#d27d21][b]Strong Area of Magic:[/b][/color] Elemental Magic, Dragon Riding, Dark Flora and Fauna<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Weak Area of Magic:[/b][/color] Curses &amp; Hexes, Illusions, Melioration Magic<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Preferred House Choice:[/b][/color] Drakonya Krov<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Ruthless or Smart?:[/b][/color] Smart, though she&#039;d rather be known for being ruthless<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Lively or Noble?:[/b][/color] Lively<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Quick or Quiet?:[/b][/color] Quick<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Revenge or Forgiveness?:[/b][/color] She&#039;d threaten for revenge, but most likely end up giving forgiveness<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Do you like dragons?:[/b][/color] &quot;Of course! Who wouldn&#039;t like an animal that is big and powerful and can fly and [i]breath fire[/i]?!&quot;[/color][/size]<br /><br /><br />[center][font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#d27d21]Minor Details[/size][/font]<br />[size=8pt][color=#c5935e][i]a lyrical subheading[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#edb477][color=#d27d21][b]Pets:[/b][/color] <br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Tulipalo:[/i][/color] A 6-year-old short-eared owl, who usually goes by Tuli (Finnish for &quot;fire&quot;.) She is quite affectionate and loves attention.<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Wand:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Length:[/i][/color] 11 inches<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Wood:[/i][/color] Aspen<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Core:[/i][/color] Phoenix feather<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#c5935e][i]Flexibility:[/i][/color] Fairly sturdy<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Quidditch position:[/b][/color] Rina can play any position, though her favourite is Chaser.<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Anything else?[/b][/color] Thanks to Kaisa for allowing me to adopt this little daredevil! ^^ I also have permission from all of the drivers whose characters I&#039;ve mentioned.<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Are You A Native English Speaker?:[/b][/color] I am! ^^[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#d27d21]Roleplay Response[/size][/font]<br />[size=8pt][color=#c5935e][i]a lyrical subheading[/i][/color][/size][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#edb477] [/color][/size]






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[size=8pt][color=#edb477][color=#d27d21][b]Name:[/b][/color] Becca&nbsp; <br />[color=#d27d21][b]Character name:[/b][/color] Kaarina Kirkkomäki<br />[color=#d27d21][b]Feature you are applying for:[/b][/color] Discipulus Incin (Fire Elemental)<br /><br />[center][img]http://cdn.nickpic.host/images/Q7lPF.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Description of the character:[/b][/color]<br /><br />[center][img]http://cdn.nickpic.host/images/Q7j4M.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Application:[/b][/color]<br /><br />[center][img]http://cdn.nickpic.host/images/Q7SFe.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]Future plots:[/b][/color]<br /><br />[center][img]http://cdn.nickpic.host/images/Q7ciX.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[color=#d27d21][b]RP sample using the feature:[/b][/color]




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[center][font=andale mono][size=50pt][color=#683c68][i][b]Kaarina Kirkkomäki[/b][/i][/color][/size][/font]<br />[table][tr][td]<br />[table][tr style=&quot;height:10px&quot;][td][/td][/tr][/table]<br />[table][tr][td]<br />[table][tr][td][img width=300]http://i1309.photobucket.com/albums/s626/BookishlyBecca/MH/Kaisa/Model-%20G%20H/G._zpsvphni6li.jpg[/img][/td][/tr][/table]<br />[table][tr][td style=&quot;width:30px&quot;][/td][/tr][/table]<br />[table][tr][td style=&quot;width:500px; text-align:justify&quot;][font=georgia][size=12pt][color=#c6c3b2][i]S t u d e n t&nbsp;  A n n i v e r s a r y&nbsp;  A p p l i c a t i o n[/i][/color][/size][/font][size=8pt][color=#c6c3b2]<br /><br />[color=#683c68][b]Driver Name:[/b][/color] Becca<br />[color=#683c68][b]Character Name: [/b][/color] Kaarina Kirkkomäki<br />[color=#683c68][b]Character Age:[/b][/color] 15<br />[color=#683c68][b]Character Model:[/b][/color] G. Hannelius<br />[color=#683c68][b]Character&#039;s Place of Birth:[/b][/color] Lieto, Finland <br />[color=#683c68][b]Character&#039;s School / House:[/b][/color] Durmstrang / Drakonya Krov<br />[color=#683c68][b]Character&#039;s School Year:[/b][/color] 5th<br />[color=#683c68][b]Special Feature:[/b][/color] Disciplus Incin (Fire Elemental)<br />[color=#683c68][b]Personality: [/b][/color] Kaarina could be described as reckless, daring, and a bit of a daredevil. She enjoys trying new things and taking risks. She is impulsive, confident, and doesn&#039;t usually take the time to think things through properly. The petite blonde can be quite feisty, quick-witted, and sarcastic at times, and will almost always say exactly what&#039;s on her mind, even if it&#039;s hurtful or rude. She will usually regret being so blunt though, especially when it&#039;s with someone she truly cares about. <br /><br />Kaarina is a determined, proud, and passionate young witch, and therefore has the tendency to occasionally be quite short-tempered, bossy, arrogant, and selfish. She will also often wear her heart on her sleeve, and though she&#039;s loath to admit it, she is quite the hopeless romantic. In general though, Kaarina is just an energetic, loving, and genuine person, who loves life and having fun. She enjoys being constantly active and around other people, and particularly loves playing Quidditch.<br />[color=#683c68][b]Likes:[/b][/color] Physical Activity / Quidditch / Her Family and Friends / The Colour Orange / Being in Control / Getting Stuff Done<br />[color=#683c68][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color] Solitude / Having Nothing to Do / Fancy Things / Strict Guidelines / Getting in Trouble or Yelled At / Crying<br />[color=#683c68][b]Brief Character Description: [/b][/color] Kaarina is the 3rd oldest out of 7 children, with only 9 months between her and her oldest sister Kyllikki. Her family is Pureblooded and from a small region in southern Finland, where her parents own a bookstore. She is an elemental like Kylli, but her first affinity is fire, instead of earth. Kaarina rather enjoys being a fire elemental and is glad that her closest sister is an elemental as well, as it allows her to have someone else to talk to about it and know what she goes through daily because of it. She is very muchly pro-council and approves what they stand for and the decisions they make. She greatly looks up to all of the higher ranking council members, particularly the incin ones. <br /><br />The blonde-haired witch is quite close with most of her siblings, particularly Kylli and Marja. Even with her differing personality in comparison to both girls&#039;, she has a special bond with both and tends to spend the most time with them, especially when they&#039;re at school. Having to look after her younger siblings from a young age has also made Kaarina quite protective over all of them, and she resents her parents a bit for having put that responsibility on Kylli, Aki (the oldest), and her. She&#039;s still quite proud of her parents though, and their ability to run their own shop and write their own books.<br />[/td][/tr][/table]<br />[/td][/tr][/table]<br />[/td][/tr][/table]', 'xx', 190, 1, 3),
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(1000621523, 131655, 23748, 1000820891, '&lt;Uxio&gt;', 'Becca', 'bookishlybecca@gmail.com', 1438499398, '209.5.238.10', 1, 1527380286, 'Becca', '[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/07/09/UxioPortela2_zpse8ajeqmr.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][table][tr][td][b][size=8pt][color=#8bbc98]b e s t&nbsp;  f r i e n d s[/color][/b]<br />[size=8pt][color=#007b7d]Sabela Portela (&quot;Baby&quot; sister)<br />[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#8bbc98][b]f r i e n d s[/b]<br />[color=#007b7d]--<br />[/color][/td]<br />[/tr]<br />[tr][td][size=8pt][color=#8bbc98][b]a c q u a i n t a n c e s[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#007b7d]--<br />[/size]<br />[/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#8bbc98][b]e n e m i e s[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#007b7d]--<br />[/size][/td][/tr]<br />[/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][table]<br />[tr]<br />[td][size=8pt][color=#8bbc98][b]s h e e t&nbsp;  c h a n g e s&nbsp; (as of 11/15/2017)[/b][/color]<br />[size=8pt][color=#007b7d]- Still drafting[/td]<br />[/tr]<br />[/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[code][center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/07/09/UxioPortela2_zpse8ajeqmr.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#8bbc98][b]Full Name:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]Uxío Portela (Middle name?)[/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Blood Status:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]Halfblood[/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Date of Birth:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]-- (Aquarius?)[/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Age:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]15[/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Place of Birth:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]Bouzalonga, Ponteareas, Galicia, Spain[/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Languages:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#007b7d][color=#add8e6][i]Native:[/i][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#add8e6][i]Fluent:[/i][/color] [/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]Heterosexual?[/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Member Group:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]Beauxbatons Student[/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Approved Special Features:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]--[/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/07/09/UAppearance2_zps27evo16o.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#007b7d][color=#8bbc98][b]Eyes:[/b][/color]<br /><br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Hair:[/b][/color]<br /><br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Height:[/b][/color]<br /><br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Weight:[/b][/color]<br /><br />[color=#8bbc98][b]General Appearance:[/b][/color]<br /><br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Dressing Style:[/b][/color] [/color][/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/07/09/UPersonality2_zpst7khucy7.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#007b7d][color=#8bbc98][b]General Character Traits:[/b][/color]<br />-<br /><br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Likes:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; 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&nbsp;  [color=#add8e6][i]Age:[/i][/color] 40<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#add8e6][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Halfblood<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#add8e6][i]Former House:[/i][/color] Bellefeuille<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#add8e6][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Housewife/Homeschool Tutor<br /><br />[color=#007b7d][color=#8bbc98][b]Father:[/b][/color] Xabier Portela[/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#add8e6][i]Age:[/i][/color] 40<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#add8e6][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Halfblood<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#add8e6][i]Former House:[/i][/color] Bellefeuille<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#add8e6][i]Occupation:[/i][/color] Norwegian Diplomat for the Spanish Ministry of Magic[/color]<br /><br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Siblings:[/b][/color]<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#007b7d][color=#add8e6][i]Sister:[/i][/color] Sabela Portela, 12, Bellefeuille[/color]<br /><br />[color=#007b7d][color=#8bbc98][b]Background Story:[/b][/color] --[/size]<br /><br />[center][img]http://mhrpg.org/images/2017/07/09/UMinorDetails2_zps2togs9vr.png[/img][/center]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#8bbc98][b]School / House:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]Beauxbatons / Bellefeuille[/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Year:[/b] [color=#007b7d]5th year[/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Strong Area of Magic:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d] [/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Weak Area of Magic:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d] [/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Wand:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d] [/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Pet:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]None[/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Quidditch Position:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]Chaser?[/color]<br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Affiliation:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]Neutral[/color]<br /><br />[color=#8bbc98][b]Roleplay Sample:[/b][/color] [color=#007b7d]--[/color][/size]', 'xx', 190, 1, 2),
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Abby's Journal:
msg1000657479 (1999 journal entires)
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(1000657479, 159000, 16791, 1000852133, 'Summer 1999', 'Abigail Lawson', 'bookishlybecca@gmail.com', 1453428049, '209.5.238.10', 1, 1549494202, 'Becca', '[center][table][tr][td style=&quot;width:500px&quot;]<br />[size=8pt][color=#ac99d7][b]Date:[/b][/color] [color=#99d7e4]May 15th, 1999[/color]<br />[color=#ac99d7][b]Time:[/b][/color] [color=#99d7e4]3:34pm[/color][/size]<br /><br />[justify]<br />[font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#ac99d7][i]Dear Diary,[/i][/color][/size][/font]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#99d7e4]It’s my 11th birthday today and Mum and Dad gave me you, a small, pretty, blue journal. They said that I could write in you when I go to Hogwarts, so that I&#039;ll be able to write down all my thoughts when they won&#039;t be there to talk to. I do like writing, so I&#039;m quite excited to have a sort of secret, special place to do it now. (Mum even told me that you&#039;re charmed, so only I can read and write in you!) Though when I go to Hogwarts, I could always just owl Mum and Dad and talk to them that way, couldn&#039;t I? And I suppose I&#039;ll probably make some friends too, so I&#039;ll have them to talk to as well, eventually. I am nervous to go away to Hogwarts though, as I know I&#039;ll really miss Mum and Dad and Ollie, and Sophie and Moses too. At least I&#039;ll have Sammy with me.<br /><br />But for now it&#039;ll just be nice to write things down all in the same place. Since I started writing for fun, my bits of stories and poems have ended up on spare pieces of parchment. I wonder if I should re-write them now, in you, and then I could clear out the desk draw where I&#039;ve been keeping them all. It&#039;s starting to get rather full and messy.<br /><br />Mum&#039;s making my extra special birthday meal right now and I think she&#039;s making all my favourites, though she&#039;s banned me from the kitchen, so I won&#039;t know for sure until it&#039;s ready. (I wonder if she&#039;s made me a cake, like last year&#039;s. It was really good.) Ollie&#039;s been banned too, as he&#039;d just come and tell me and Mum says that would ruin the surprise. Dad&#039;s keeping him busy, I think. I can hear his yelling from outside my window. They must be doing something outside. I think I might go see what they&#039;re doing in a minute. Mum&#039;s probably going to still be a while in the kitchen anyway, and it&#039;s a really nice day outside.<br /><br />[/color][/size][/justify]<br />[font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#ac99d7][i]Love, <br />Abby[/i][/color][/size][/font]<br />[/td][/tr][/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][table][tr][td style=&quot;width:500px&quot;]<br />[size=8pt][color=#ac99d7][b]Date:[/b][/color] [color=#99d7e4]May 23rd, 1999[/color]<br />[color=#ac99d7][b]Time:[/b][/color] [color=#99d7e4]5:42pm[/color][/size]<br /><br />[justify]<br />[font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#ac99d7][i]Dear Diary,[/i][/color][/size][/font]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#99d7e4]My Hogwart’s letter arrived today! I’m so excited! When Dad came into the kitchen with it this morning and handed it to me, I couldn’t stop smiling. I’ve been re-reading it over and over again all day, and I practically have it memorized at this point! Ollie kept asking me to read it to him too, but he got bored after the fourth or fifth time. He doesn’t have the greatest attention span.<br /><br />I’ve grown up knowing I’m a witch, so I’ve known I’ll be going to Hogwarts for a while now, and that I’d be getting my letter around my eleventh birthday, but it still makes me super happy, knowing it’s definitely going to happen now. Thinking about everything I’m going to learn and do is a bit scary, but I know most things will end up being fun (or at least I hope they will).<br /><br />I wonder when Mum will take me shopping to get all of my supplies. I hope, when she does, that I like the wand that chooses me, and that all the books I have to get for my classes are interesting. I might start reading them before school starts, if they are.<br /><br />[/color][/size][/justify]<br />[font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#ac99d7][i]Love, <br />Abby[/i][/color][/size][/font]<br />[/td][/tr][/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][table][tr][td style=&quot;width:500px&quot;]<br />[size=8pt][color=#ac99d7][b]Date:[/b][/color] [color=#99d7e4]August 12th, 1999[/color]<br />[color=#ac99d7][b]Time:[/b][/color] [color=#99d7e4]6:51pm[/color][/size]<br /><br />[justify]<br />[font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#ac99d7][i]Dear Diary,[/i][/color][/size][/font]<br /><br />[size=8pt][color=#99d7e4]Mum took me to Diagon Alley today to get all my school supplies. I’ve been there a few times before, but never when it was so busy. There were people everywhere! I saw a lot of people who I think were around my age, so they were probably all future Hogwarts students too. I wonder if I’ll meet any of them when term starts.<br /><br />I got everything on the list: my cauldron and all the potion ingredients I’ll need, some new parchment and quills, my set of school robes (which are nice, but they’re not as comfortable as my normal clothes), all the books I’ll need for my classes (I’m excited to start reading them!), and, last but not least, my wand! It’s made of willow and has a unicorn tail hair in it. I hope it didn’t hurt the unicorn when it had some of its tail hairs removed. How do they even get the hair? Do they just pull it out? Maybe one of my textbooks will have the answers in it.<br /><br />I’m still nervous about going to Hogwarts, but I’m sorta excited now too. I hope the next couple of weeks go by quickly.<br /><br />[/color][/size][/justify]<br />[font=georgia][size=20pt][color=#ac99d7][i]Love, <br />Abby[/i][/color][/size][/font]<br />[/td][/tr][/table][/center]<br /><br />[hr]<br /><br />[center][size=12pt][color=#ac99d7]More backlogged entries to come. Stay tuned![/color]<br /><br />[color=#99d7e4][i]~~~~~[/i][/color][/size][/center]', 'xx', 215, 1, 4),

It looks like Leo's old classified was trashed.
« Last Edit: January 19, 2020, 07:02:28 PM by Daphne »


Harlan Bellamy [ Quidditch Player ]
2731 Posts  •  34  •  played by gage
Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #50 on: December 13, 2019, 09:43:52 PM »
any chance we can dig up harlans sheet?
finally going to put it on his actual profile, don't @me    ...



https://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?topic=156979.msg1000609633#msg1000609633

@Harlan Bellamy

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(1000609633, 156979, 22510, 1000617963, 'Harlan Bellamy', 'harlan', 'harlanbellamy@yahoo.com', 1436131427, '50.159.203.72', 1, 1437620278, 'Nic Hartfield', '[center][img]http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv306/wfdreams/Others/Sheet%20Headers/Harlan1_zps0a103ca0.png[/img][/center]<br><br>[size=8pt][color=#9c9e9c][color=#033f51][b]First Name:[/b][/color] Harlan<br>[color=#033f51][b]Last Name:[/b][/color] Bellamy<br>[color=#033f51][b]Blood Status:[/b][/color] Pureblood<br>[color=#033f51][b]Nationality:[/b][/color] English<br>[color=#033f51][b]Spoken Languages:[/b][/color] <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Native:[/i][/color] English<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Fluent:[/i][/color] French<br>[color=#033f51][b]Place of Birth:[/b][/color] Winchester, England<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Current Residence:[/i][/color] London, England <br>[color=#033f51][b]Age/Date of Birth:[/b][/color] 30 | February 6<br>[color=#033f51][b]Position:[/b][/color] Professional Quidditch Player - Gravesend Griffins<br>[color=#033f51][b]Approved Special Features:[/b][/color] --[/color][/size]<br><br><br>[center][img]http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv306/wfdreams/Others/Sheet%20Headers/Harlan2_zps9c25f3e4.png[/img][/center]<br><br>[size=8pt][color=#9c9e9c][color=#033f51][b]Eyes:[/b][/color] <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Color:[/i][/color] Misty blue-grey.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Shape:[/i][/color] Small and almond in shape.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Other:[/i][/color] Harlan\'s deep-set eyes are typically squinted in each corner, especially when he is smiling or is deep in thought. His pale blond lashes do little to define them.<br>[color=#033f51][b]Hair:[/b][/color]<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Color:[/i][/color] Dusty blond.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Length:[/i][/color] Harlan\'s hair is kept longer than most of his male peers, falling to just about his shoulders at it\'s longest.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Style:[/i][/color] Styling as it pertains to hair is not something that the thirty year old frequently put thought into. The unkempt mane is usually only thrown into a small bun at the nape of his neck when he wants out of his face. On a rare occasion, when he is feeling adventurous, he will slick it back. <br>[color=#033f51][b]Height:[/b][/color] 6\'0\"<br>[color=#033f51][b]General Appearance:[/b][/color] Given that Harlan’s career is so physically driven, the man spends a good amount of time working on his muscular definition. What the quidditch player lacks in height, he makes up for in muscle mass. For this reason he appears very solid and somewhat boxy. This is one of the contributing factors to his overall intimidating appearance on and off the pitch. <br><br>Harlan has a typically masculine set of features; strong, defined jaw and brow line, a pointed nose and a deep set of blue eyes. Besides this, he has full lips which he got from his mother’s side of the family. Armed with these strong features, the wizard has been known to not look the most inviting to strangers. It doesn’t help that he has a penchant for hiding his emotions; it is rare to see him walking through the streets with a big, bright smile. That isn’t to say that he is never smiling and laughing, but is it far more likely to see him with a straight face. <br><br>Overall, Harlan looks a little rough around the edges; untamed long hair, perpetual facial hair and visible tattoos. Under the layer of dirty blond hair on his arms and chest are a few pieces of ink – A large [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/77/9c/ce/779ccebbc3336af35f29080fd7ded851.jpg]chest[/url] piece,&nbsp; a simple[url=http://tattooton.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/Arrow-Tattoo-on-Arm-for-Men.jpg] forearm [/url]design, and a series of [url=http://www.tattooinsider.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/spine-men-tattoos.jpg]circles[/url] from his neck to his spine.<br><br>[color=#033f51][b]Dressing Style:[/b][/color] When it comes to his style, Harlan is big on extremes. Either he looks somewhat disheveled, opting for comfort, or he is dressed to the nines. One truth is that he dresses entirely for himself and not for others. Because he spends a lot of time in the pitch, he can be seen in his team garb or workout clothes. When he isn’t working out, he typically keeps it simple with jeans and t-shirts or flannels.&nbsp; [/color][/size]<br><br>[center][img]http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv306/wfdreams/Others/Sheet%20Headers/Harlan3_zpsa880dfb0.png[/img][/center]<br><br>[size=8pt][color=#9c9e9c][color=#033f51][b]General Character Traits:[/b][/color] The name Harlan Bellamy in the professional sports world comes with a long list of associations; tough, ladies man, bad boy. It isn\'t to say that the man\'s behavior hasn\'t warranted these stereotypes, but he is certainly different than the public eye has shaped him to be. <br><br>Upon initially meeting the Englishman, it is easy to write him off as being standoffish - Harlan is notorious for not making the best first impression as an outgoing and personable being. Spending majority of his adult years in the spotlight, he has grown to value keeping his personal life just that, personal. Apart from the people that he maintains close relationships with, Harlan typically maintains an unbreakable wall around himself. It is extraordinarily rare for the man to 100% open up and be completely vulnerable.<br><br>On that same hand, Harlan, in general, makes his words sparse. In a career where it is normal for players to run their mouths and let their talking take precedent; the Beater prefers to let his game do the talking. This does not only apply in the pitch, the wizard maintains this in most facets of his life --more action, less talking. <br><br>Confrontation, although he doesn’t go looking for it, seems to follow the professional sportsman wherever he goes. It is no secret that he has made quite a name for himself for altercations on and off of the pitch. For Harlan, holding his tongue (or fist) can be difficult and sometimes all together unavoidable. The intensity of his temper paired with a penchant for impulse decision-making has made for some interesting stories throughout his life. <br><br>Often, though, the fact that Harlan is so physical, is a good thing for him. The constant moving, working out and movement of his line of work is a healthy way for the wizard to channel his temper. He has gotten so used to non-stop going that when he does slow down and relax, it is a very foreign feeling. Harlan has a very hard time wasting half a day in bed doing nothing.<br><br>That’s not to say that Harlan is all brawn and no brain. On the contrary, he places a great deal of emphasis of learning. A classic Ravenclaw, the thirty-year old could be considered well read and he thoroughly enjoys to learn new things.&nbsp; If someone can’t hold there own in an intellectual conversation, he doesn’t even entertain them with small talk. <br><br>Societal norms such a small talk with strangers are somewhat lost on the quidditch player. He is an absolute nightmare in press conferences and interviews, no matter how many public relations experts are thrown at him. Luckily, his current coach has accepted the matter and doesn’t make him suffer through any cheesy photo ops or staged volunteer work. Somewhere along the way, he must have realized that Harlan is an exceptionally stubborn man who isn’t likely to back down once his mind is made up. <br><br>For this reason, it can be hard for Harlan to make new friends. Armed with a bad first impression and the inability to hold his tongue, some people are rubbed the wrong way by him. Although, in general, Harlan puts off this guarded vibe, he does have a sensitive side, with women in particular. After the early playboy years in his career, Harlan really, truly fell in love only to have his heart completely broken. Since then, he hasn’t allowed himself to fully open up to someone romantically for fear of the inevitable pain. <br><br>[color=#033f51][b]Likes:[/b][/color]<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Literature:[/i][/color] Ever since he was old enough to properly read, Harlan has been obsessed with all forms of literature. As much as he loves sport, half of him would prefer to be lost inside the pages of a good novel. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Physicality:[/i][/color] On the other hand, the thirty year old is admittedly a highly physical being. He enjoys keeping his mind and body busy with flying, working out and running. This is vital to his career, so Harlan places a great deal of emphasis on keeping in top shape. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Herbology:[/i][/color] His favorite lesson throughout his time at Hogwarts was by far Herbology. The student found himself spending spare time in the greenhouse and accepting extra assignments from his professor, even when his plate was loaded. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Elderly People:[/i][/color] As he has aged, Harlan has realized how much he enjoys the company of older people. The wisdom that so often comes with their years is a breath of fresh air for the man, who has little patience for a lot of the younger generations. If he ever sees an elderly person eating or sitting alone, he will gladly join them for a chat. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]A Good Cigar:[/i][/color] Especially when drinking the wizard is very fond of a good cigar. His idea of a good night out is going to a cigar bar and enjoying one of his many vices. <br>[color=#033f51][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color]<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Blood Purity:[/i][/color] Although his family places a great deal of emphasis on blood purity, Harlan hasn’t agreed for as long as he can remember. Even as a child he questioned many of his family’s opinions and decisions in regards to muggles and halfbloods. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Losing:[/i][/color] Harlan is admittedly very, very, very competitive. The man is competitive to the point of it driving him to make very impulsive and poorly thought out decisions. Because of this, his career path has suited his all or nothing personality.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]His Father:[/i][/color] Lorem ipsum <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Dramatics:[/i][/color] Harlan is not one to get involved in what he thinks is petty drama. In fact, he does his best to avoid it all together. This is among the reasons why he has yet to settle down in a relationship.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Attention:[/i][/color] Although his reputation is professional quidditch proceeds him, the beater is not fond of all the attention that comes with it. It drives him mad to be a part of any sort of press conference or tabloid story. As far as he’s concerned, his life is his business and not the publics. <br>[color=#033f51][b]Habits/Mannerisms:[/b][/color] Harlan, although he may not initially look it, is a very graceful man. His body movements are precise and fluid – it would be very rare to see him pacing about or fidgeting with his clothes or hair. Habitually, Harlan has a few vices that include smoking cigars and drinking. Despite the fact that his health is an integral part of his career, the quidditch player can’t seem to kick the two things, even though he’s tried in the past. This isn’t to say that he is drinking or smoking on a daily basis, he tries to limit himself.<br><br>[color=#033f51][b]Strengths:[/b][/color] The personality trait that drives the majority of Harlan’s strengths is the [color=#ba996c][i]confidence[/i][/color] he has in himself and his ability to carry himself with in any situation. Although he by no means showy about it, Harlan’s actions speak loud enough. The man knows who he is and has a strong sense of [color=#ba996c][i]direction[/i][/color] for his life. <br><br>The fact that he is also very [color=#ba996c][i]calculated[/i][/color] has proved to be vital to some of his successes in life thus far. The man is [color=#ba996c][i]tactical[/i][/color] when it comes to big decisions, only making a decision after having heavily weighed all of his options. Although impulse plays a role in some of his choices, Harlan does his best to be mindful of his choices and their repercussions.<br><br>On that same hand, a sense of [color=#ba996c][i]discipline[/i][/color] has been a huge guiding personality trait for Harlan throughout not only his professional career but also his time in school. Of course, there have been plenty of occasions where this is not the case, but for the most part Harlan has very strong sense of both self-restraint and self-[color=#ba996c][i]motivation[/i][/color]. If he puts his mind to something, he will stop at nothing to get it done.<br><br>Harlan is an exceptionally [color=#ba996c][i]honest[/i][/color] man. He is the type of person that you would want around if you wanted the truth straight up, no sugar. He has strong opinions and is not afraid to voice them, even if his opinion is not the popular vote. Making friends or enemies isn\'t something that is too worried about. Because Harlan is so [color=#ba996c][i]self-assured[/i][/color], people often look to him to be the decision maker in a group, which is something that he wasn\'t always comfortable with growing up. As he has aged, he has grown into his role as a leader.<br><br>[color=#033f51][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color] Harlan\'s [color=#ba996c][i]pride[/i][/color] has been a weakness of his for as long as the thirty year old can remember. Even outside of his highly competitive line of work, the man is often too proud to back down in any situation. Once his mind is made up, there is no negotiation. For this reason, it would be safe to assume that he has had a lot of missed opportunities that he was too [color=#ba996c][i]stubborn[/i][/color] to give a fair chance. The same could be said for meeting new people, if he gets a bad first impression, it\'s not easy to sway him and the negative feelings that he is.<br><br>This stubborn attitude has a lot to do with the fact that Harlan is a very [color=#ba996c][i]guarded[/i][/color] man. Past hurt, heartbreak and let downs have made him an exceptionally jaded being, only opening up on very rare occasions. It is not often that he ever truly lets someone in to see the real real Harlan Bellamy beyond the facade. <br><br>Harlan is oftentimes [color=#ba996c][i]reckless[/i][/color] in his decision making. When he allows his anger or competitiveness to get the best of him, his usually tactical approach to making choices is all but present. Despite the man\'s best efforts to fight it, he is an [color=#ba996c][i]emotional[/i][/color] creature who lets his extreme reactions in situations lead him astray. Because he isn\'t properly thinking, he acts entirely on [color=#ba996c][i]impulse[/i][/color] which, for him, is not usually a good thing. This has led to many arguments, fights and troublesome situations. <br><br>On that same hand, Harlan\'s [color=#ba996c][i]temper[/i][/color] is likely one of his biggest weakness\'. Despite just getting him into fights, it has nearly cost him his career multiple times and has certainly been the cause of lost relationships. For the wizard there really is little in between on the spectrum of his anger scale, either he is very calm or very worked up -- and it doesn\'t take long to get there. <br>[/color][/size]<br><br>[center][img]http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv306/wfdreams/Others/Sheet%20Headers/Harlan4_zps5f844130.png[/img][/center]<br><br>[size=8pt][color=#9c9e9c]<br>[color=#033f51][b]Spouse:[/b][/color] None<br>[color=#033f51][b]Children:[/b][/color] None<br>[color=#033f51][b]Mother:[/b][/color] Margery (nee Reavley) Bellamy, 55, Slytherin; Socialite &amp; Homemaker <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Pureblood<br>[color=#033f51][b]Father:[/b][/color] Benjamin Bellamy, 63, Slytherin; Department of International Magical Cooperation; International Magical Office of Law<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#ba996c][i]Blood Status:[/i][/color] Pureblood<br>[color=#033f51][b]Siblings:[/b][/color] <br>- Simon Bellamy; 34; Ministry Official; Department of International Magical Cooperation; International Magical Office of Law; Slytherin<br>- Audrey Bellamy -- 28; Socialite; Slytherin<br>- Grace Bellamy -- 26; Artist; Gryffindor<br>[color=#033f51][b]Background Story:[/b][/color] <br>Although Margery Reavley and Benjamin Bellamy were both members of the Slytherin house, the future couple did not meet until after they had both moved on from the wizarding school and started their respective careers. [i]Ben[/i], as his vast group of friends referred to him, left Hogwarts an entire eight years before his future bride, with whom he would only meet after many years put in work at the Ministry of Magic. The oldest Bellamy boy had known from the time he was able to grasp the concept of a job that his path had been decided for him; he would follow in the footsteps of his father, and [i]his[/i] father before him. Working for the ministry was respectable. And it was in their blood. And there was nothing more important to the Bellamy\'s than tradition. <br><br>Benjamin swiftly moved up the ranks of the International Magical Office of Law as an apprentice to the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, his father. Despite his ripe age, the wizard was unfazed by the people that he left in his wake, choosing to ignore the naysayers who were adamant his promotions were in direct correlation with his last name. In the eyes of the former Slytherin, it was his destiny to be the very best of the best, and he would do whatever it took to get there. <br><br>Many years later Margery Reavley, who was devastated to be leaving Hogwarts, reluctantly graduated to find her first job out of Hogwarts. Although her family, too, was pureblood they were far less strict and did not have the connections necessary for her to land a job that promised such a lucrative career (as Ben did). Though, with a stroke of luck the former Slytherin, who had moved back in with her parents in London, landed a secretarial position in the very department that Benjamin Bellamy was in line to head. <br><br>The Bellamy patriarch was in preparation for his retirement when Margery joined the department as a secretary; taking messages, organizing meetings, fetching tea and coffee for guests and employees. The job wasn\'t ideal, but the young woman was simply excited at the thought of having her own steady source of income that could potentially support her own her own and allow her to maybe be able to move out of her parents\' home after all. After a rough breakup with her long-term boyfriend at Hogwarts with whom she had planned an entire life with, Margery was left without a plan -- and that was rare for the petite blonde. <br><br>It wasn\'t until another three years later that Benjamin\'s father left his position as head of the department and allowed his son to take the reigns of their unofficial family business with the ministry. Over the course of those three years, Ben had dated and eventually cut things off with a young woman who his family had attempted to set him up with. Lila Halliwell belonged to a respectable pureblood family who ran in the same circle as the Bellamy\'s, a shoo in for an arranged marriage based on blood purity. As far as the two families were concerned, they were a match made in heaven; Lila and Benjamin disagreed. A mere two days after his breakup, the Bellamy found himself out with Margery.<br><br>What had begun as a fun night out and a distraction for both parties, quickly turned into much more when they found out that Margery was pregnant. Benjamin, pressured by his family, proposed to the woman who was eight years his junior and the next&nbsp; thing they knew they were parents to a baby boy who they named Simon.<br><br>A child did little to help alleviate the arguments that the two wizards were plagued even after a few months of dating. They had hardly known each other when they ended up in each others\' arms, and that became more apparent as they both discovered who their partners really were. Benjamin and Margery had of course shared their moments of joy, romance and intimacy, but their fights far outweighed it all. The duo couldn\'t seem to agree on anything, even things as simple as what to eat for dinner. Thankfully for Margery, her husband was traveling on business for majority of the time that their first son was growing up.&nbsp; <br><br>Margery had long quit her job with the ministry to become a stay at home mom when she became active in the local pureblood scene of their neighborhood just outside of London. The young mother found she had a lot in common with the group of the mothers who had also given up their careers to support their families and in no time they had started their own community of sorts; throwing parties, fundraising and being the example of the social scene in their area. <br><br>Harlan Bellamy was the next child to enter the couple\'s life and things only got more hectic from there. Having to look after two children had proved to be difficult for the young mother, who was alone for a good portion of every year. It was a natural decision for she and Benjamin to hire full time help, a professional nanny called Penelope, or Penny as Harlan knew her growing up. Much of his childhood was spent with Penny; in fact, some of his fondest memories that most children would associate with their mother or father, were associated with her. <br><br>Margery and Benjamin had two more children, both daughters, two years apart. Harlan was happy to have more children to play with, but he was undoubtedly (and quite vocally) hoping for another brother with each pregnancy. The youngest Bellamy boy looked up to his brother Simon with every fiber of his being, mimicking his every action and doing whatever he said -- all he wanted was to be that for a little brother. He found that sister\'s looked up to you all the same, of course.<br><br>For the most part, Harlan remembers his childhood fondly as the time before he was aware who his parents truly were. It wasn\'t until he got older until he realized that a lot families were not like his and the small group of neighbors around them in their secluded neighborhood. It was a primarily pureblood area filled with purist families who only wanted to associated with those who had similar magic blood as they had. Although his father was busy with work, and his mother with the social scene, Harlan was raised by a very strong woman, their nanny, Penelope. <br><br>Simon was the first of the four siblings to display his magical ability, and Harlan feared that he would never be able to. That is, until one day during a temper tantrum when a plate went flying right off the kitchen table and into a wall. Harlan was thrilled to be included in the fun, despite getting in trouble for breaking the fine dinnerware. The youngest Bellamy boy was only eight when his older brother left for Hogwarts, and was unimaginably jealous. Not only did Simon get to go live at the coolest place he could even dream of, Harlan was left with his two younger sisters, who had grown to be more annoying to him than anything. No more were the days that they wanted to be outside with their brothers, Audrey and Grace were now more interested in dolls and dress up. Harlan relied on his friends in the neighborhood for entertainment, along with reading and the most fascinating thing he had ever heard of -- thanks to Penny. [i]Quidditch[/i]. <br><br>From the first match he attended, the eight year old was hooked and he knew it. He spent most of free time studying his favorite players and mimicking their every action. At nine, his parents reluctantly allowed the boy to take his first lesson. For Harlan, learning to fly was frustrating at the start. He wanted to badly to be like his favorite players, but he learned quickly that it wasn\'t going to all be that easy. <br><br>The Summer of Harlan\'s tenth birthday, the Bellamy\'s took their annual trip to France. They had been going for as long as he could remember, his mother lived for the culture and insisted all her children learn French, but this particular year was unlike the rest. The young wizard was aware that his parents fought from time and time again and it wasn\'t unlike any other set of parents that his friend\'s had, he assured himself. It wasn\'t until he saw his father strike his mother that his attitude on the matter changed. <br><br>Upon returning back to London, Harlan immediately turned to Penny for guidance. The live-in-nanny, certainly against protocol, assured the boy that his father hitting his mother was far from normal. She went on to warn Harlan that not all families were like his. Not all families looked down on halfbloods and only associated with those they assumed had pure blood. <br><br>From then on, Harlan began to see his family in a very different light; he started to notice their prejudice, anger and feigned superiority. Up until then, it was all he knew, so he couldn\'t put his finger on exactly why he felt so different from his parents. Harlan couldn\'t understand how they could disassociate themselves with an entire group of people based on their blood and nothing else. The last year before Hogwarts, Harlan obsessively checked the mail for his letter, biding his time until he could get away.&nbsp; <br><br>Harlan boarded the train to Hogwarts with conflicted feelings. On the one hand he couldn\'t wait to be a part of everything Simon had told him about and get away from the drama of the Bellamy family, on the other hand he would have been lying to say he wasn\'t the slightest bit nervous for an entirely new life. On the train, he found that his first year peers were in the same boat, blindly and overly confident to compensate for their fear. A handful, though, were visibly shaken by leaving their parents for the first time. Harlan himself found his seat next to an Irish girl who was of the latter group. The young wizard, albeit uncomfortable, tried to soothe her nerves however he could.<br><br>The first few months were a blur. The youngest Bellamy male was sorted into house Ravenclaw, the first of his immediate family to not be sorted into Slytherin. Quite frankly, he was happy to not have the pressure of continuing their prestigious all snake lineage on his shoulders anymore -- that would have been a far greater burden to bear. That, and, the two boys he made friends with on the way in had also been sorted Ravenclaw. Harlan focused mainly on getting acclimated to his new life at Hogwarts -- Simon showed him around as much as he could, but their difference in age and priority really plagued their relationship. Simon was focused on his studies, and Harlan was still soaking everything in like the sponge that he was. <br><br>In another blink of an eye, second year had rolled around and Harlan returned with a renewed sense of confidence. He could do this. He knew Hogwarts. He had a good group of friends. Even at twelve, the Ravenclaw had learned the importance of self-assurance; the first years on the train in were practically eating out of the palm of his hand when he starting spouting out stories of [i]his[/i] first year. This was the first time at Hogwarts that Harlan learned his affinity for having power over people, for being superior in some way. Little did he know this is the exact thing he would grow to realize he hated most about his family. <br><br>Second year classes were more strenuous, but Harlan maintained good scores. This was also the first year that he realized how enthralled he was with Quidditch. A seventh year in his house, Maxwell Martin, the captain of the house team of the time, was famous throughout the halls of the wizarding school. Girls flocked to him, everyone wanted to befriend him, and his team was the winning team. It was then that Harlan realized where he wanted to be. On the Ravenclaw house team. <br><br>Studies, in the Bellamy boy\'s third year, played second string to his strongest motivator -- Quidditch. Every evening, and every free hour he had were spent in the pitch. Harlan had weaseled his way into the crowd of players and managed to be mentored by the captain himself. Little did he know it had less to do with his natural ability to fly than his above average size for his year. <br><br>Harlan matured much faster than the rest of his peers. It seemed he had shot up in height and size before anyone in his year. Admittedly, this had initially made him uncomfortable, but the wizard soon realized it was his token into the scene he so desperately yearned to be a part of. The hard work and dedication paid off, though, because Harlan made the team. <br><br>The newfound confidence had brought out a side of the Englishman that had not been present previously. One night, after a team celebration, Harlan found himself getting close with one of the fourth year girls on the team. Harlan hadn\'t particularly been interested in anything romantic with girls before that point, but it was certainly a changing point in his opinion.<br><br>That Summer, it was made very clear to Harlan that his studies needed to take precedent over what his parents called \"the distraction\" that was Quidditch. With his older brother Simon following dutifully in his father\'s footsteps to a lucrative career with the ministry, Harlan found that he was the odd man out with his passion for sport. It wasn\'t that he didn\'t enjoy learning, though. On the contrary, Harlan really liked to enrich his brain and open his mind to new processes of thought. He found, in his fourth year particularly, that he was torn between the two lives he was leading; the Quidditch aficionado and the bookworm. Ultimately, the bookish side Harlan paired with the pressures from his family won out and Harlan re-focused his attention on school. Additionally, his with his two younger sisters at school, the fourteen year old found that his plate of responsibilities was filling. <br><br>The holiday between his fourth and fifth years at Hogwarts was an exceptionally life changing time for the youngest male Bellamy. Although he had always known that his parents\' relationship was dysfunctional, he only saw it first hand with open eyes at this age. One evening, after a day out with his hometown friends, Harlan returned to find his father with a significantly younger woman, who was definitely not his mother. This was the first time that the young boys\' temper reared it\'s ugly head; the next day, at their weekly family dinner, Harlan called his dad out, in front of everyone. Much to his surprise, things only got worse from there. His father was more open about his transgressions and his mother only became more spineless, blindly sticking by her husband despite the fact that he was obviously not faithful. The Bellamys had a name to uphold, and they would keep public face. <br><br>Harlan was sickened at the thought of his parents\' behavior. He returned to Hogwarts a very different individual than he had been the years prior, with a chip on his shoulder that would absolutely define the person he was growing into. At some stage this year, he realized that his mother and father no longer had any right to dictate how he was going to live his life, and this is when things started to really change. The balancing act that the now fourteen year old had struggled to maintain no longer had composure.<br><br>Change was certainly the theme of the fifth year. Harlan focused more of his time on Quidditch, doing everything in his power to earn the coveted captain position. Unfortunately, though, he was dubbed co-captain to the older chaser, Frank Fogerty. Apart from his increased school work load and more sport responsibility, Harlan had found himself in his very first actual relationship that didn\'t just consist of making out and making fun of each other. <br><br>Maera Regan, A Gryffindor in his year had approached Harlan for Quidditch lessons after having reluctantly landing a spot on her house team. Apart from the fact that she was absolutely stunning, Harlan enjoyed that he could have real conversations with Maera beyond just surface level. The fifteen year old Regan had charm and smarts that had Harlan falling fast for the first time in his life.<br> <br>That Summer Harlan realized that spending time with his family was becoming more and more intolerable as he got older. He couldn\'t stand to be around his parents who were so focused on maintaining the picture of a perfect, pureblood family that they had painted in tainted ink. Parties, galas, networking -- all the formalities that had started to wear the fifteen year old down were becoming harder to avoid. His mother and father used any silent moments to remind Harlan that it was imperative he excelled in the final two years of his schooling so he could join the family legacy in the Ministry like his father and older brother and then settle down with a nice pureblood woman. <br><br>Despite their incessant nagging, the marriage between Benjamin and Margery had deteriorated to almost nothing. Margery had thrown herself into the pureblood social landscape and had successfully made a name for herself as a sort of socialite in the scene while Benjamin did little to hide the many women who kept him company. In fact, his affairs were something that the entire family seemed to simply ignore, much to Harlan\'s confusion. The teens temper and inability to hold his tongue paired with this was a recipe for disaster -- he and his father\'s arguments became more and more heated as the wizard grew older and stronger. <br><br>By the time his sixth year rolled around, Harlan had changed even more physically. He was broad shouldered and muscular from all the time and effort he put into Quidditch and working out. He learned that doing these physical activities were a way to harness his aggression. It was around this time too, that he became more ruthless in the pitch. His size and his temper were no match for a lot of his smaller peers, and the Ravenclaw team became a force to be reckoned with. Harlan was named captain to his house team, who was on a mean winning streak, and the attention had gone to his head. <br><br>Harlan found himself less focused on his studies and his girlfriend, and far more interested in winning, socializing and celebrating. He found himself right in the middle of the popular clique of upperclassmen at Hogwarts and he started to lose sight of what was important; his grades suffered and so did his relationship with Maera. Deep down he knew that he was changing, but Harlan much preferred the temporary high of partying and match wins. It was after a night of partying that Harlan ended up with a Kameron Kloss, a Slyhterin in his year who was arguably the most sought after girl in the school. Maera promptly ended things after the rumors started to circulate. Harlan was more affected by the breakup than he imagined possible, the depth of his feelings had caught him off guard. <br><br>Seventh year arrived in a whirlwind; the Bellamy family, despite their best efforts of scaring Harlan, were unable to strong arm him into a job with the ministry. They warned that if he didn\'t follow the family tradition, they would not help to support him once he left Hogwarts and he would be left to fend for himself. The seventeen year old, as hard-headed as he had ever been, jumped at the opportunity to remove himself from the situation without thinking through how difficult it would be on his own. <br><br>Quidditch was his one hope. Despite his smarts, Harlan had allowed his social life to get in the way of his studies and his grades suffered. The most he could hope for was to simply graduate and make his way in the professional sporting world. He threw himself into the sport, leading his team to the most exciting season thus far. In the end, they lost the Gryffindor house team in the Quidditch Cup and the captain had taken it to heart -- in his mind he didn\'t stand a chance in the professional world. Little did he know, he had been scouted all season by a scout for the Ballycastle Bats.<br><br>After graduating from Hogwarts, Harlan was lost. He moved in with three friends in a small flat outside of London and was working as security for a local nightclub. The pay wasn\'t great, but he found that he could exercise some physicality when things got too out of hand. Over a year had gone by like this, partying and dating countless women to fill the voids that plagued him, when Harlan received an unexpected visit at the club from Marty MacGregor, the scout from Ballycastle who had been scouting him when he was playing for the Ravenclaw house team. Apparently a reserve beater position had just opened up for the Bats, and Harlan was the man they wanted for the job. <br><br>The wizard dropped what little life he had in London and moved to Northern Ireland, a welcomed new landscape and breath of fresh air. Living in Belfast brought out the best and worst in Harlan; he was excelling his career, and happier than he had been in months but he also found that his fast lifestyle was catching up with him. Within months of his arrival he had carved out a reputation in the city for his hot-head temper and fights. Although he was only on the reserve team with the Bats, Harlan had also made a name for himself among his teammates for being a little too physical in the pitch. The coaches, though, saw the potential in his strength and promoted him to first line just over a year later.&nbsp; <br><br>The early twenties of the Quidditch players life were a blur of new cities, pitches, bars and strangers beds. A few years into his professional career and Harlan became known as the womanizing bad-boy of Ballycastle. The press had a field day with his behavior, seeming to catch every fight, drunken night and one night stand he ever had. At such a young age, all the attention went right to his head. He was on top of the world and there was no way he could come down. That is, until he got devastating news in the form of an owl from his brother. His childhood nanny, Penelope had passed away. <br><br>Harlan rushed back to London, reluctant to see his parents for the first time since he left Hogwarts. Truthfully, he only kept in contact with his younger sister, Grace, who had followed in his footsteps and broken the Bellamy ministry tradition to travel Europe with a group of artists. The man spent as little time as possible with Benjamin and Margery, opting to stay in the city and not in his childhood home. The death of Penny had shaken him. Immediately he realized that invincibility was something that no one was capable of, not even him.<br><br>Later that year, at age twenty-five, Harlan met a woman who would change his life forever. Arya Atwal was a muggleborn witch living in Dublin who was visiting the Antrim coast near Ballycastle. The raven haired woman was as strong-willed as she was captivating, the first night she met Harlan she slapped him right across his face for being so forward with her. From then on, he knew he had met his match. For months he pursued her, sending letters and flowers. Eventually, Arya reluctantly gave him a chance, although she said it was just to shut him up. <br><br>It wasn\'t long before the two moved in together, Arya taking in the whole new professional quidditch world that Harlan had opened her eyes to. At first she was understandably overwhelmed, but the lifestyle quickly grew on her and she was an aficionado and the Bats\' biggest fan in no time. For the first time in Harlan\'s young adult life, he was in love with someone he considered his closest friend and he was thinking of the future. By no means did he consider himself a family man, but Arya had him thinking twice. Despite his new, tame lifestyle, it seemed that the press couldn\'t let go of his bad boy image, running stories on his affairs and drunken nights.<br><br>Around this time, there were rumblings in the wizarding world of Voldemort\'s return. Of course, the population was divided between those who blindly accepted what The Daily Prophet fed them, and those who were skeptical of what was in the press. Harlan was smart enough to know that where there was smoke there was fire, but his career and life kept him too busy to actively worry about it. As far as he was concerned, the return of Voldemort was something that he would have to deal with [i]if[/i] and [i]when[/i] it happened. He couldn\'t begin to fathom how the couple were going to handle it if it were true, given his girlfriends blood status.<br><br>Much to the Quidditch player\'s dismay, tensions only seemed to rise as time went on and it was clear that the return of Voldemort was inevitable. The numbers in attendance at matches went down considerably as muggleborns went into hiding. A few members of the Bats even fled to keep their families safe. All the stress was not lost on Arya but she insisted that she would stay by Harlan\'s side despite the danger that it put her in. The very reason why he had fallen for the woman, her conviction, was the exact reason for his grave concern about her safety. Arya wasn\'t going to back down, he knew he well enough to know that.<br><br>[i]Obliviate[/i]. One spell and the years that Harlan and Arya had spend together, all their conversations and memories were gone. It was the hardest thing that Harlan ever had to do, but it was something that he knew he needed to do. The man had decided long before that he would never be able to live with himself if he had caused her any harm, and this was a harm that he had no control over. Since the exact moment that he erased her memory, he was never the same.<br><br>War broke out a month later, and Harlan threw himself into the rebuilding of Hogwarts after the battle. He wanted to do whatever he could to right the wrongs that had cost him and so man other\'s their lives. The changes in his life didn\'t stop there, though, because Harlan was traded to the Montrose Magpies. The wizard welcomed the change the of scenery, it was an escape from the feelings and memories that he was constantly running from. Everything in Ireland reminded him of Arya, and he couldn\'t bear to be there another day.<br><br>His new team wasn\'t exactly thrilled to have Harlan on their team. It appeared that his reputation still proceeded him wherever he went, the papers had a field day coming up with the reasons why Harlan may have been traded; his temper, fights off the pitch, his girlfriend leaving him for a teammate. In particular, the team\'s captain, Circenn Kekoa Teague, took a while to warm up to their new beater with a name for himself. Despite these distractions though, Harlan threw himself into his training to start the season at his best. <br><br>For the most part the player kept to himself unless he was forced into a press conference, interview, or some other publicity stunt with the team. The publicists with the Magpies felt that Harlan had an \'image problem\' as they called it, and believed that they could help mold him into a more likable player. Despite their efforts, the man\'s inability to put any effort into being likable to the public had ruined their chances before they even began. <br><br>One particular evening out at a team function, Harlan was photographed leaving with none other than Circenn\'s girlfriend. Although it was an innocently badly timed snap, the captain of the Magpies didn\'t agree and neither did the public. The rift that had formed between the two men was deep, and everyone around them had picked up on the tension. Harlan was too stubborn to explain himself more than once and Circenn was too proud to back down, so they were at a stand still. <br><br>It couldn\'t have been timed better that Harlan was traded to the Gravesend Griffins, a team that upheld a bad reputation not unlike his own throughout his career. The owner of the team had traded three of players to land the veteran beater, and he gladly accepted the offer. Although the Griffin\'s had a few rough years, they were on the rise again as they pieced together their band of misfits, with Harlan as the newly appointed captain.<br><br>Harlan is currently living in London and getting acclimated to life with the Griffins who he has played with for just short of half of a year. For the first time in his career, he is a member of team that he feels 100% at home in and he had fallen into his role as a leader quickly and naturally. He does his best to avoid the spotlight and press, but has been unable to shake his reputation as the hard hitting bad boy on and off the pitch.<br><br>[/color][/size]<br><br>[center][img]http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv306/wfdreams/Others/Sheet%20Headers/Harlan5_zps73f1b8d1.png[/img][/center]<br><br>[size=8pt][color=#9c9e9c][color=#033f51][b]Strong Area of Magic:[/b][/color] Charms, Potions<br>[color=#033f51][b]Weak Area of Magic:[/b][/color] Transfiguration, DADA<br>[color=#033f51][b]Former School / House:[/b][/color] Hogwarts / Ravenclaw<br>[color=#033f51][b]N.E.W.T.s:[/b][/color] Potions, Charms, Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures<br>[color=#033f51][b]Pets:[/b][/color] None<br>[color=#033f51][b]Wand:[/b][/color] Willow; Twelve inches long; Griffin heartstring core<br>[color=#033f51][b]Quidditch position:[/b][/color] Beater<br>[color=#033f51][b]Anything else?[/b][/color] Thanks for all the connections, ideas and family lines, people!<br>[color=#033f51][b]Are You A Native English Speaker?:[/b][/color] Yes[/color][/size]<br><br>[center][img]http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv306/wfdreams/Others/Sheet%20Headers/Harlan6_zpsa59125b8.png[/img][/center]<br><br>[size=8pt][color=#9c9e9c] \"Razor...? [i]Razor.[/i]\" Harlan Bellamy couldn\'t help but smile inwardly to himself, casting a skeptical glance over to his mate formerly known as Dan Wellington.<br><br>\"Mate, the least you could\'ve done was come up with something badass,\" The Quidditch players last words were met with opposition in the form of a thrown half empty goblet of firewhiskey which Harlan dodged between deep bellows of laughter. Dan had been going on about the underground racing scene he had been a part of for ages, but this was the first time that Harlan had tagged along for an event. Apparently, he timed his interest well though, because Razor was slated in one of the biggest races of his career... or at least that\'s how he told it. <br><br>\"I\'ll leave you to it then, Raz,\" Harlan clapped a hand on his friend\'s back encouragingly, giving his neck a little squeeze before heading back to the crowd of people that had gathered in the London streets. It looked as if Dan wasn\'t kidding when he said it was [i]kind of a big deal[/i]. \"I\'ll be sure to put my galleons on the other bloke,\" Harlan shot a final glance over his shoulder before he left his friend to prepare for the big event.<br><br>Murky eyes scanned the crowd of people clad in leather and dark colors before focusing on what he could only assume was the bookie. Harlan made his way through the crowd with ease and headed right for the man behind the betting station. \"On Razor,\" He dropped a burlap sack of galleons on the stand and took his ticket, his eyes immediately shooting around the crowd for an area he could find some solitude. The last thing he wanted was to be noticed -- not because he was scared of the press headlines, but more that he wasn\'t interested in talking to some heckler or super fan. <br><br>A female voice practically purring at him from somewhere to his left caught the Quidditch player off guard but he maintained his composure. Waiting a few moments to allow her words to soak in, Harlan glanced over his shoulder to see a stranger. This was a surprise. He was certain the voice had to belong to someone he knew. Instead, standing next to him was a brunette witch hiding under a black cap. He squinted his eyes in thought, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lip.<br><br>\"I like my odds,\" Harlan\'s eyes shot in front of him again to scan the scene where the race was slated to begin, only momentarily flicking back to the stranger\'s to try and get a better idea of who she was. Whoever the mystery woman was, she had piqued his interest, that was for certain. \"You disagree?\" He folded his arms across his plaid clad chest, his gaze meeting hers if only for a moment. Harlan couldn\'t help but imagine that he had seen those eyes before.&nbsp; <br><br>\"After Razor takes this,\" The Englishmen reached into his pocket for his small, personalized box that contained a single cigar before bringing it up to his lips in preparation to inhale. \"I prefer whiskey,\" Harlan flicked his wand and the thick top of the cigar burst into a small explosion of light before settling an amber orange. His grey eyes flicked back to the witch as a billow of smoke escaped his mouth.<br><br> [/color][/size]', 'xx', 264, 1, 0),
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Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #51 on: December 27, 2019, 04:24:44 AM »
'lo hope i'm not to late to ask to retrieve posts!

higher priority: 1000867773 (shop listing that i idiotically did not save a copy of)

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(no rush with these! whenever you get a chance to after the holidays!)

@Taylor

higher priority: 1000867773 (shop listing that i idiotically did not save a copy of)
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(1000867773, 165705, 23693, 1000867773, 'Re: North America Shop Listing', 'Taylor', 'thisistaylor@email.com', 1571462482, '58.111.212.231', 1, 0, '', '[center][size=15pt][font=georgia][b][color=#FDBBAF]p e t i t&nbsp;  p a t i s s e r i e[/color][/b][/font]<br />[size=7pt][color=#FFDCD9]c a f é&nbsp; ,&nbsp; o r d e r&nbsp;  t o&nbsp;  g o&nbsp; ,&nbsp; s p e c i a l t y&nbsp;  d e s s e r t s[/color][/center]<br /><br />[center][img width=500]https://66.media.tumblr.com/5145d043dab0f7e90808aab2d056b3eb/tumblr_ovyx8u876d1u9ooogo1_1280.gifv[/img]<br /><br />[div style=&quot;width:500px;text-align:justify;color:#E9CAB6;font-size:8pt;&quot;][size=8pt]<br />[color=#FDBBAF][b]address:[/b][/color] east 16th street, greenwich village | new york<br />[color=#FDBBAF][b]owner:[/b][/color] estelle petit (npc) | [url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=23693][color=#E9CAB6]taylor[/color][/url]<br />[color=#FDBBAF][b]employees:[/b][/color] currently hiring | npcs replaceable <br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#FFDCD9]pâtissier/pâtissière;[/color] 2<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#FFDCD9]boulanger;[/color] 1<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#FFDCD9]confiseur;[/color] 1<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#FFDCD9]décorateur;[/color] 1<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#FFDCD9]glacier;[/color] –<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;  [color=#FFDCD9]floor staff;[/color] 3<br />[color=#FDBBAF][b]hours:[/b][/color] mon to thurs; 7am-5pm | fri to sat; 8am-6pm | sun; 9am-2pm<br /><br />[color=#FDBBAF][b]description:[/b][/color] unlike most upscale patisseries, [i][color=#FFDCD9][url=https://www.pinterest.com.au/littledemises/petit-patisserie/]petit patisserie[/url][/color][/i] is a hidden gem that serves the best of both worlds of french and american pastries. a neat little hole in the wall, the newly added takeaway window faces 16th street while the actual café is right around the corner. while the shop itself is quite narrow, the reach is deep after the owner decided to knock down the wall that partitions floor space and the kitchen, having rented out the second floor for most of the baking and decorating instead. the interior is bright, warm, and homey, with plenty of kook and charm in the hardwood floors, exposed bulb lamps and mismatched crockery. sofas and low stools covered with colourful throws and cushions are positioned right by the door and floor to ceiling windows, while the counter and display cases are right at the end of the store. <br /><br />when it comes to the items sold, aside from the bread and ice creams, which are sourced from local french-american businesses, everything is made fresh and once the display windows sell out, they are most likely gone for the day. there are paper menus at the counter listing the full range of pastries available, as well as items only available by request, but the actual items on sale for the day is displayed on the wall. floor staff will change the menu according to what has sold out and what has become newly available with wooden [color=#FFDCD9][url=http://cottonandcream.nl/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Restaurant-dertien-rotterdam.jpg]tiles[/url],[/color] and as it takes up the entire back wall, is the first thing that will catch the customer&#039;s eye. <br /><br />there are two different menus, reflecting the duality of the owner&#039;s french-american heritage. the weekday menu consists of dainty, exquisitely decorated items that show off the pastry chefs&#039; expert training in pastry school. the weekend menu is more homely and american, with familiar items such as angel food cake and new york cheesecake, and the focus is not on how perfectly baked or decorated they are, but by richness of flavour. [i]petit patisserie[/i] tries to be as natural as possible when it comes to ingredients, using buttercream instead of frosting or fondant, and swapping out candied fruits with homemade jams, and offering options using seasonal fruits. at the end of the day, their aim is to make people happy with their baked goods.[/size]<br /><br />[center][size=15pt][font=georgia][b][color=#FDBBAF]w e e k d a y&nbsp;  m e n u [/color][/b][/font][/size]<br />[size=7pt][color=#FFDCD9]m o n d a y s&nbsp;  t o&nbsp;  t h u r s d a y s[/color][/center]<br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]beverages[/b][/color][color=#E9CAB6] <br />[i]coffee[/i]; cappucino, latte, americano, espresso, mocha, iced coffee<br />[i]hot chocolate[/i]; milk, dark, white<br />[i]tea[/i]; sweet tea, earl grey, english breakfast, green tea, herbal (peppermint, chamomile, lemon &amp; ginger, honey &amp; vanilla), fruit (peach &amp; mango, forest fruits), chai (chocolate, matcha), iced tea<br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]choux[/b][/color] <br />[i]éclair[/i]; chocolate, blueberry yoghurt, wild berries, lemon sugar, pistachio, mango passionfruit<br />[i]religieuse[/i]; chocolate, mocha<br />[i]paris-brest[/i]; praline (almond, hazelnut), salted caramel, chocolate mousse, orange cream<br />[i]profiterole[/i]; vanilla, chocolate, coffee, caramel, raspberry, passionfruit, lemon<br />[i]chouquette[/i]<br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]feuilletée[/b][/color] <br />[i]mille crepe[/i] (order only, limited to 5 orders per day); maple, vanilla, tiramisu<br />[i]mille feuille[/i]; seasonal fresh fruit and cream, vanilla, custard (royal icing is typically forgone in favour of powdered sugar and meringue)<br />[i]tarte tartin[/i]; apple, peach, quince<br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]sucrée[/b][/color] <br />[i]tartlet[/i]; tarte aux noix (apple &amp; pecan, caramel &amp; walnut), blackcurrant meringue, caramelised pear, chocolate truffle, panna cotta, rhubarb, rose and raspberry, seasonal fruits, sticky toffee<br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]misc. petit four[/b][/color] <br />[i]palmier[/i], [i]canelé[/i], [i]financier[/i], [i]sablé[/i]; lemon zest, blood orange, almond <br />[i]macaron[/i] (choice of single or in bundles of 3/7/12); apple caramel, chocolate hazelnut, coconut, crème brulée, earl grey, espresso, lavender, lemon, orange blossom, passionfruit, pistachio, red velvet, rose champagne, salted caramel, strawberry, vanilla honeycomb<br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]viennoiserie[/b][/color] <br />[i]baguette[/i], [i]brioche[/i], [i]croissant[/i], [i]fougasse[/i], [i]pain brié[/i], [i]pain d&#039;épice[/i], [i]pain de campagne[/i], [i]pain au chocolat[/i], [i]pain aux raisins[/i]<br /><br />[center][size=15pt][font=georgia][b][color=#FDBBAF]w e e k e n d&nbsp;  m e n u [/color][/b][/font][/size]<br />[size=7pt][color=#FFDCD9]f r i d a y s&nbsp;  t o&nbsp;  s u n d a y s[/color][/center]<br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]beverages[/b][/color]<br />[i]milkshakes[/i]; vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, caramel, triple fudge<br />[i]ice cream floats[/i] (with vanilla ice cream unless specified); rootbeer, rhubarb, coca-cola, apple pie, banana split, watermelon pop, lime sherbet, ginger beer &amp; mango ice, pink lemonade &amp; lemon sorbet, iced tea &amp; raspberry ice<br />[i]coffee[/i]; affogato, café au lait, café con leche, americano, espresso <br />[i]limited weekday beverage menu available on request[/i]<br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]feuilletée[/b][/color] <br />[i]turnover[/i]; apple, peach, cherry, taro, cheese &amp; chicken, spicy potato<br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]sucrée[/b][/color] <br />[i]pie (served with ice cream on request)[/i]; apple, boston cream, blackberry, blueberry, bumbleberry, cherry crumble, fig cardamom, gooseberry custard, grape, grasshopper, huckleberry, key lime, lemon meringue, mississippi mud, pecan, plum marzipan, pumpkin, rhubarb, rocky road, salted caramel, sweet potato<br />[i]quiche[/i]; spinach bacon tomato, spinach feta<br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]gâteau[/b][/color] <br />there is no set menu for cakes. the owner and head pâtissière bakes whatever she wants each day for the weekend menu, but there&#039;s at least one type of sponge cake and cheesecake available.<br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]viennoiserie[/b][/color] <br />[i]baguette[/i], [i]brioche[/i], [i]croissant[/i], [i]fougasse[/i], [i]pain brié[/i], [i]pain d&#039;épice[/i], [i]pain de campagne[/i], [i]pain au chocolat[/i], [i]pain aux raisins[/i]<br /><br />[center][size=15pt][font=georgia][b][color=#FDBBAF]s p e c i a l&nbsp;  o r d e r s[/color][/b][/font][/size][/center]<br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]wedding/event cakes[/b][/color]<br />made to order. cakes are customise only, and orders are encouraged to be made at least two weeks in advance after the design has been finalised. in the case of special events, revisions and cancellations are offered up to five days before delivery, after which the sale is final. [i]petit patisserie[/i] specialises in natural decorations, using fruits, fresh flowers, jams etc. buttercream flowers and decorations are also a specialty of the store&#039;s, but fondant is very rarely used, even upon request. <br /><br />[color=#FBBC90][b]desserts[/b][/color]<br />made to order only as this category pertains to a large quantity of desserts arranged and designed to form one collective piece, such as pièce montée, entremets, [i]croquembouche[/i]<br /><br />other desserts available in-store can also be ordered in bulk/customised for parties, but orders have to be finalised two weeks in advance. no alterations or cancellations will be accepted after this.<br />[/div][/center]', 'xx', 514, 1, 2),

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(1000857785, 166269, 19294, 1000858165, '[mp] cloudy days in front of us [ariana] ', 'Camm Erskine', 'cammerskine@hotmail.sg', 1555579166, '58.111.212.231', 1, 1555978973, 'Taylor', '&quot;Jesus Christ.&quot; Camm let out a low whistle as he took in the previous issues of Sunday Prophet he&#039;d missed, as well as the latest one in print. There was a time when he couldn&#039;t trust what the Prophet printed, and he wished that that time could be now. He couldn&#039;t believe what he was apparently reading. Gaius Purcell sighted? Since when were Death Eaters allowed to go on a freakin&#039; holiday? How had the Minister let something like this happen? Blimey, who&#039;d have thought that Russia would become the most liberal of liberals with all the protests that&#039;s been going on? He certainly didn&#039;t. <br /><br />He was still engrossed in the paper when he heard the door open, and followed up with a habitual &#039;morning&#039;. It took him two seconds to realise the contact he&#039;d initiated and cringed. Camm didn&#039;t know if what he was doing qualified as avoiding Ariana, although he very much wanted to avoid the boy she seemed to be taken with. The overseas assignments were real– he&#039;d never do [i]that[/i], tell a bold-faced lie, but he did find himself volunteering for these assignments more often, and finding excuses to stay out for longer periods of time. That was how he&#039;d missed all these news about what was going on in Britain. For someone who worked in the newspaper, he really didn&#039;t pay much attention to what was actually being published. He was just a photographer, it wasn&#039;t like his opinions on the news were suddenly going to matter. <br /><br />&quot;There&#039;s eggs and tomatoes,&quot; he gestured at the iron skillet with his chin, &quot;but I could cook up some bangers and mash if you want a bigger breakfast.&quot; That was actually his breakfast, but he didn&#039;t mind. If he acted like nothing was wrong there was a chance Ari would go along with it. He hoped that she&#039;d be confident in his cooking skills; he wasn&#039;t great, but he definitely won&#039;t poison her. <br /><br />&quot;So, I&#039;m thinking of writing mum,&quot; he said, carefully avoiding eye contact or any talk of her love life just yet. &quot;She&#039;s been getting The Prophet, and it&#039;s not like there are other reputable sources of news out there, y&#039;know?&quot; Ari knows he doesn&#039;t get along with his mother, but there are signs of her turning around instead of just blindly listening to Bruce like she tended to. &quot;I just thought I&#039;d ask you and see what you thought about that given this,&quot; he waved his hand over the paper he put down,&quot;situation. Can&#039;t imagine it&#039;s easy on you during training. And Russia too. Where did that come from?&quot; <br /><br />[url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=15666]@Ariana Laurier[/url] ', 'xx', 83, 1, 2),

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(1000863409, 166616, 23234, 1000863409, 'if you don\'t want the girl to talk [jacq + pm to join]', 'Jasmine Williams', 'siapamrc@sharklasers.com', 1562826511, '58.111.212.231', 1, 0, '', 'Sixth year was no walk in the park.<br /><br />It wasn&#039;t like O.W.L.s year, and it wasn&#039;t as tough as she heard next year was going to be, but somehow she still felt the invisible pressure, which was why she was at least attempting to study. Or finish her homework on time, whatever. Jazz sighed from where she was slumped from the floor. She&#039;d made this little... nest between her bed and the next with blankets and pillows and cushions scavenged from the common room. It&#039;s not as comfortable as her bed, but it&#039;s perfect because she needed to be comfortable enough to concentrate, and uncomfortable enough to focus on getting her essay finished as quickly as she could.<br /><br />Writing while lying on her back with an inkpot and quill was proving to be a herculean task though. She briefly considered finishing up the remaining six inches of parchment with her drawing charcoals, but she really didn&#039;t think that&#039;d go well with the professor. And she can&#039;t afford to fail [i]another[/i] homework assignment. <br /><br />Another sigh—that sounded more like a grunt—and another hole in her parchment later, Jazz flung her unfinished homework as hard as she could away from her, &quot;I can&#039;t [i]do[/i] this anymore! I&#039;m just going to fail everything and [i]drop out of school[/i] and become a muggle bus driver that drinks [i]rainwater[/i]. Ughhhhhhhh!&quot; <br /><br />She wasn&#039;t necessarily looking for a response, but it was still kind of disheartening to not hear any response from [url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=22626]@Jacqueline MacClelland[/url], whose foot dangled off the side of the bed, just slightly out of reach. When was the last time the two of them had a proper chat though? She couldn&#039;t really remember. In Jazz&#039;s book they were friends, pretty good friends in fact, but they never really had many &quot;heart-to-hearts&quot;, talking about boys or something. Honestly, she couldn&#039;t even really imagine Jacq receiving gossip well, she just seemed so... down to earth and nice all the time. But maybe it was just for lack of trying on her part, which is something she&#039;s about to change right now. <br /><br />&quot;Hey Jacq,&quot; she started, twisting in her pile of pillows to poke the prefect&#039;s foot with the tip of her quill, &quot;got a minute?&quot; ', 'xx', 55, 1, 5),

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(1000866475, 166610, 23234, 1000866475, 'Re: stop making a fool out of me [jazz]', 'Jasmine Williams', 'siapamrc@sharklasers.com', 1566163903, '58.111.212.231', 1, 0, '', 'Jazz shivered a little—just a little—when she heard Roderick Macnair yell her name. It&#039;s not that she&#039;s [i]afraid[/i] of him. But it also wasn&#039;t like she was doing, as her gran would say, God&#039;s work. In fact, it was probably the direct opposite, a smear campaign, if you will. So, she reasoned with herself, it was probably survivor&#039;s instinct that had her reflect on her guilty conscience. He was a seventh year and way bigger than she was, she&#039;d be an idiot if she wasn&#039;t at least a tiny bit wary. <br /><br />However Jazz, in typical Jazz behaviour, doesn&#039;t know when to quit while she&#039;s ahead. Side-stepping him, and putting herself out of the contact zone for the time being, she put on a petulant smirk that she knew would definitely grind his gears. &quot;Don&#039;t you like my handiwork?&quot; Jazz covered her mouth in mock surprise, feigning hurt. &quot;I put a lot of effort into it, you know. Of course, I could have taken a more enlightened approach, and not as heavy-handed with the obvious references... Buuuuut I think it gets the message across nicely, don&#039;t you? After all, [i]you[/i] seem to have gotten it.&quot; Sometimes Jazz lamented the fact that most of her friends were nice people, because that was [i]such[/i] a high-five worthy comment. <br /><br />Was she being slightly unfair? Perhaps. After all, Roderick Macnair hasn&#039;t done anything to her personally. That didn&#039;t mean that she liked seeing what he did to other people, whom he went out of his way to antagonise. And after she caught wind of the whole cat thing, well, it just seemed like too good of an opportunity to pass up. Who said art only served to be aesthetically pleasing? Macnair had this little bite of social justice coming for him for a while now, and it felt good to be the one serving it. <br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m not the police but neither are you. I have as much freedom to put things up as you have to take them down. But you better hurry, word travels fast.&quot; She tilted her head at a group of giggling girls, who made a hasty retreat after they made eye contact, no doubt to spread this in the girls&#039; bathroom. Jazz gave them a cheery salute and turned to Macnair again with a defiant quirk of her eyebrow. Now who was the one with the problem?', 'xx', 60, 1, 1),

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(1000857774, 166265, 25228, 1000857774, '[mp] a single space between you and me [barbara]', 'Helene Hartmann', 'helene@email.com', 1555557795, '49.195.32.126', 1, 0, '', '&quot;Merlin!&quot; Soléy gave a little yelp of surprise when she felt something cold in her side, and the tip of [url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?topic=166165.msg1000857303#msg1000857303]Lydia[/url]&#039;s elbow through her chest when she looked down. The feeling was not altogether pleasant per se, but she liked Lydia, so she just shook her head and smiled when she apologised. Hufflepuff had some of the nicest ghosts in Hogwarts. The Grey Lady was alright, and Soléy did envy the fact that she was enchanting enough to the Bloody Baron for him to do what he did (not that she would, or could, ever admit that out loud to anyone), but she wasn&#039;t particularly easy to get along with. Lydia was nice, and she was sorry the Hufflepuff girl died so young. <br /><br />She couldn&#039;t help but roll her eyes, however, at the Baron&#039;s dramatics. Surely she was just hiding from him somewhere? She was a [i]ghost[/i], and while Soléy wasn&#039;t entirely sure how ghosts worked, but making themselves hard to detect seemed to come with the job description. Hopefully this didn&#039;t mean the start of something bad was going to happen at Hogwarts soon. From what she&#039;s heard from her family they&#039;ve been through enough already at this point. <br /><br />Suppressing the negative energy, she decided she was going to enjoy the rest of the day as best she could. She had a rather pleasant afternoon in Hogsmeade with some of her dormmates and cousins, and although she&#039;d rather have gone with Barbara, the Ravenclaw was apparently on a [i]date[/i]. That dampened her spirits somewhat, and she ended up choosing a much simpler [url=https://www.deviantart.com/adelhaid/art/Taffeta-dress-451099384]dress[/url] for her costume instead of the full renaissance garb that she&#039;d planned. She could never decide if purple was her colour anyway, and pretending wasn&#039;t as fun if you&#039;re doing it alone. <br /><br />The plate in front of her was piled uncharacteristically high, mostly with chicken and potatoes; she got into her Halloween candy pile way too early, and the sight of more dessert on the table turned her stomach. She gave some boys sitting opposite her a distasteful look, and leaned back to whisper to Barbara instead, &quot;Why do boys feel the need to shovel food in their mouths like that? I hope yours isn&#039;t like that as well.&quot; Her tone was pointed, making it clear that she was talking about [url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=25616]Owain[/url]. If that wasn&#039;t an invitation for Barbara to talk about her afternoon on that date then she didn&#039;t know what was.<br /><br />[url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=24029]@Nan[/url]&nbsp; ', 'xx', 36, 1, 3),

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(1000866469, 166265, 25228, 1000866469, 'Re: [mp] a single space between you and me [barbara]', 'Soley Trickett', 'helene@email.com', 1566148590, '58.111.212.231', 1, 0, '', '&quot;So you&#039;re agreeing he&#039;s [i]yours [/i]then,&quot; Soléy smiled a sly little smile. She would&#039;ve reached across to give her a playful little shove, but wasn&#039;t sure if she could do that, hold her balance, and not fall off the bench at the same time. She never thought when she started doing ballet that this would be what she was training for, a good core strength so she could gossip about boys with her best friend. <br /><br />Soléy nodded fervently, and holding her hair so the fake rose pinned to it wouldn&#039;t drop, it was all she could do to agree with Barbie without standing up and holding a physical sign over one of her brothers. When it came to table manners Rafnar was really setting a poor example for the younger ones. They think it&#039;s [i]cool[/i] to be uncouth and messy, she&#039;ll never understand them. <br /><br />&quot;Oh thanks! She did, owled it to me just last week, too,&quot; she looked down at the satin fabric that was getting slightly crinkly from her sitting in it. &quot;Maybe next year she can make you one too, and we&#039;ll match?&quot; Soléy&#039;s tone was careful; she didn&#039;t want Barbie to think that she was [i]jealous[/i] of Owain or something. Because she definitely wasn&#039;t. <br /><br />Laughing somewhat nervously, she gave an awkward little wave. &quot;Not important. Anyway, what were you saying about a dance? Right in the middle of Hogsmeade? Tell me [i]everything[/i]!&quot; It was somewhat comical in Soléy&#039;s imagination, with the two of them dressed in their costumes dancing a little jig while someone played the fiddle. She would never say that out loud of course, but the smile on her face got a lot lighter. &quot;And did he buy you anything at the Three Broomsticks? My cousin always says that&#039;s how you know a boy treats you right.&quot; ', 'xx', 36, 1, 1),

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(1000857689, 165856, 25228, 1000857689, 'Re: you know it\'s about you [barbara]', 'Helene Hartmann', 'helene@email.com', 1555413001, '42.62.249.105', 1, 0, '', 'Soléy watched Barbara fiddle with her shoulder straps, and reached up to touch her hair, somewhat self-consciously, to make sure everything was still in place. Her light blonde hair had been darkened and pulled into a tight chignon by Mia, who assured her that they&#039;d just be testing it out today, before the actual performance, to see how it looked against the silver headpiece. She wasn&#039;t quite sure how she felt about the overall look since she wasn&#039;t quite sure she looked entirely like herself, but she definitely looked older, and much more grown-up than she [i]felt[/i] right now. <br /><br />Tentatively, she reached out to smooth over Barbara&#039;s shoulder straps as well, shaking her head when she said she thought she&#039;d be late, &quot;You&#039;re fine. You look nice in that.&quot; Maybe she should&#039;ve signed up to be a princess too. Her legs felt far too bare next to Barbara&#039;s modest knee-length skirt; tulle, how romantic. Soléy sighed wistfully and twisted her fingers into the heavy curtain fabric. &quot;I&#039;m excited... At least, I think I am.&quot; Her reply was non-committal in comparison to her friend&#039;s, and she couldn&#039;t help but shiver a little. <br /><br />&quot;Oh you know them,&quot; a hint of playfulness finally returning to her voice as she followed her friend&#039;s gaze, &quot;they&#039;d go at each other&#039;s throats all afternoon if there wasn&#039;t anyone around to stop them, and then it&#039;ll be five minutes before they&#039;re all chummy again, rinse and repeat.&quot; Soléy still thought it was rather nice though, the sense of familiarity the two shared. She wasn&#039;t sure if there was anyone in her life like that; Alvar and Barbara came the closest, probably. <br /><br />Perhaps it was the skimpier costume, but Soléy knew deep down that her nerves were the ultimate culprit when she felt another chill run down her spine. What was it about nervousness that always made her feel cold? She was sure her fingers were as icy as her mum&#039;s after Sunday morning washings, when she&#039;d playfully stick them in Soléy&#039;s collar just to make her squeal. She wrapped the curtain around herself so that only her head was showing, a tiny bob of white in swathes of deep crimson, and glanced at the stage woefully. &quot;You don&#039;t suppose they&#039;ll let me sit this one out, do you?&quot; <br /><br />Common sense told her that with the upcoming performance and how seriously their company took these productions, every dress rehearsal was of vital importance, and her absence might completely throw the other dancers off their games. Unless she could come up with a better excuse other than &quot;just didn&#039;t feel like it&quot; in a few minutes, she&#039;d be performing the piece in front of [i]everyone[/i] else—which meant other, better, dancers—for the first time. Now she was [i]really[/i] going to be sick. ', 'xx', 13, 1, 4),

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(1000866468, 165856, 25228, 1000866468, 'Re: you know it\'s about you [barbara]', 'Soley Trickett', 'helene@email.com', 1566145803, '58.111.212.231', 1, 0, '', 'Soléy just shrugged. She was decent looking enough (although she really couldn&#039;t hold a candle to some of her older cousins) and she didn&#039;t mind it if she looked plainer. It seemed to fit more with the &quot;struggling heroine&quot; aesthetic she read about so often in her novels. She hated the idea of being &quot;kind of pretty&quot; almost as much as she hated the idea of being &quot;kind of smart&quot;. Naturally, that meant she also hated the idea of being &quot;kind of good&quot; at ballet. <br /><br />It was different for Barbie, she reasoned. Even if she kind of stinks, there was no one who was seriously going to tell her that, right, given her history with the company and all? There was no pressure for her to stand up in front of everyone during rehearsal when she had nothing to lose, really. But it&#039;s a different story entirely for her. What if she tripped? What if she didn&#039;t trip now, and the rehearsal goes smoothly, and she ends up freezing on the main stage on performance day instead? There were so many unpredictable disasters she didn&#039;t understand how her friend wasn&#039;t more stressed, even if she&#039;s already done it a thousand times.<br /><br />&quot;The understudy?&quot; Soléy looked at Barbara, horrified, but not dodging her hand. It felt nice and cool on her forehead, and not clammy at all. &quot;I can&#039;t [i]do[/i] that! What if they end up liking her better than me? I&#039;m not like you, Barbie, I&#039;m completely and utterly dispensable!&quot; And it was entirely vexing how the Ravenclaw didn&#039;t see the seriousness of the situation. In her agitated state, Soléy had no idea she was being contradictory and not making much sense. Dancing wasn&#039;t an ideal option, but not dancing was completely [i]out[/i] of the question. <br /><br />With a gasp, she released herself from the curtain cocoon she made for herself. &quot;Oh dear, my ears don&#039;t look too big, do they?&quot; It was silly to even assume she might be replaced for something as ridiculous as &#039;ears are too big&#039;, but it was easy for her to get caught up in the moment and run with her emotions. &quot;This is why I don&#039;t wear my hair back a lot, I look absolutely droll with my ears showing! Whoever has heard of a cygnet with [i]big ears[/i]?&quot;', 'xx', 13, 1, 1),

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(1000863326, 166608, 22082, 1000863326, '[melbourne] dreaming in circles, my mind so misplaced [zach]', 'Gianna Regan', 'giannaregan@hotmail.com', 1562712837, '58.111.212.231', 1, 0, '', 'She promised her friends she wasn’t going to take things that didn’t belong to her anymore. Well, the technical term was [i]steal[/i], but she didn’t feel like getting technical about it. Gianna promised a lot of things to people, but, what was that muggle saying again? A leopard never changed its spots or something? Whatever. She thought it was a stupid saying anyway– it wasn’t like leopards [i]could[/i] change their spots if they wanted to. This was…. etymology or something like that, which was a fancy word she discovered recently that people actually used. She wasn’t here to think about etymology though, she was here to…<br /><br />… Actually, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be doing here at all. Somewhere at the back of her mind Gianna knew it had to be work-related, because she had no business being in Australia, or more precisely, in Australia during [i]summer[/i]. <br /><br />It was December, it was [i]supposed[/i] to be freezing, like the [i]rest of the world[/i], like how it&#039;s supposed to be normally. There were rules to these sort of things! Not that it mattered that Gianna really wasn&#039;t smart enough to realise weather worked differently on the other side of the world. Her dress inside wasn&#039;t bad at all, but she looked just a little ridiculous in her fur coat. Just a little bit. She was just glad it wasn&#039;t any hotter. It could get boiling, from what she&#039;d heard, wide-eyed at twenty in a bar full of bragging Irishmen, that it’d get up to the forties in Australia, when this already felt bad enough. <br /><br />&quot;Blimey,&quot; she fanned herself with her right hand—really, an empty gesture in this heat—and hoisted the fur coat onto the crook of her arm of her left, &quot;although I guess I should be saying [i]crikey[/i], since I&#039;m in Australia and all.&quot; She couldn&#039;t help but smile dopily at her own dumb joke, which she quickly covered with a cough in case anyone happened to hear her. She didn&#039;t want to look any crazier than she probably already did.<br /><br />The portkey placed her in a wizarding village somewhere in Melbourne, that much she knew, and Gia really wasn&#039;t a fan of them. She didn&#039;t know anyone who was, but the bumpy process made her normally scattered thoughts even [i]more[/i] scrambled, and she wished she could reach into her head and put them all in the right order again. The logical thing to do would be to retrace her steps, but she had no idea where the returning portkey was, although now she had an extremely charming mental image of her mother telling her how she should always write things down when she had such horrible memory. [i]Well mother, I always forget to write them down, that&#039;s why I&#039;m always in sticky situations like this, so your stupid little piece of advice doesn&#039;t work.[/i] She yanked the door handle of a seemingly nondescript cafe somewhat savagely, putting an end to the unwelcome thoughts; she was tired of trying to find her way around in this stupid weather and she needed a drink, [i]stat[/i]. <br /><br />Stumbling into the—thankfully cool—cafe, she immediately dumped the heavy coat on the nearest bar stool. She&#039;d definitely need to get that thing properly cleaned when she got home, by someone who actually had a good grasp on cleaning spells that wasn&#039;t her. She paused for a second to wonder if all cafes in Australia had bars in them, before deciding nothing really mattered until she got a beer in her. Which was what she ordered. And then happily chugged. Before realising she had no money. Which then brought her back to the first thought she had when she landed in Australia, ready to hurl from the portkey, about how leopards don&#039;t change their spots. <br /><br />It&#039;s been a while since she&#039;s done this, and Gia was more than a little worried as she chewed on her bottom lip. But the lunch crowd was picking up, and people were leaving as quickly as they were coming, so this shouldn&#039;t be that difficult. Flashing a smile at the bartender, she pointed at the bathroom sign and slid off the stool. She tried to make her slow dawdle to the bathroom look as natural as possible, even reaching down to tie the invisible laces of her boots, but there just wasn&#039;t a diverse enough crowd to allow her to be picky. Normally she preferred someone older, and therefore slower, or someone who looked too pretty to be smart as well, and definitely not the tall blonde who was headed towards her. But he seemed to be leaving, and she just saw him put away something that looked like it could contain galleons... He&#039;ll just have to do.<br /><br />With renewed resolve, she squared her shoulders and brushed past him, making just enough contact to reach into coat pocket, but not enough to really bump into and cause him to stop and apologise or whatever. The key was to be quick, so hopefully she&#039;d already be in the female toilets before he realised something was missing, while not breaking eye contact. Gia wasn&#039;t as striking as some of her other cousins, but she was pretty enough, by non-Regan standards. She had a fair amount of confidence that he probably wouldn&#039;t know what she was really up to and just thought that a pretty girl was flirting with him. Her stomach jolted unpleasantly when she saw a trace of recognition in his eyes, but she quickly brushed that thought away when she felt the weight of the coins in her fingers. She was in Australia, there was no way anyone&#039;d know who she was.<br /><br />&quot;Excuse me,&quot; she smiled at him as she quickly side-stepped him and quickened her pace, half apologetic and half genuinely pleased she hadn&#039;t lost her touch. He&#039;d be out of here soon enough without knowing what happened, and she would too, after paying for her drink, and they&#039;ll never meet again. There was [i]no way[/i] this could go wrong. <br /><br />[url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=23701]@Emily[/url] [size=2pt]i already told you this was gonna be bad but wow, i&#039;m ashamed of how messy this is and i promise the next one will be better &gt;&gt;[/size]', 'xx', 369, 1, 1),

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(1000866537, 166608, 22082, 1000866537, 'Re: [melbourne] dreaming in circles, my mind so misplaced [zach]', 'Gianna Regan', 'giannaregan@hotmail.com', 1566414623, '58.111.212.231', 1, 0, '', 'Why did she ever think this was going to work? <br /><br />It was poor judgement on her part, of course. She should&#039;ve known. They were the only two people wearing an extra layer in this weather, that should&#039;ve been the first clue! Not automatically that he&#039;d be from England (or at least that&#039;s what the accent sounded like), but at least the fact that he probably came from a milder climate, or [i]something[/i] because she [i]should&#039;ve known[/i]. This heat was really getting to her, and the first thing she was going to do when she got back would be to march into Will&#039;s office and demand a raise. <br /><br />She hasn&#039;t said anything up till this point, allowing him to, to... scold her like she was a small child or something while she just stared at him like a dumb goldfish. Gianna hadn&#039;t felt this feeling in a long time. Humiliation. Last time it happened it&#039;d been her own brother, and Merlin, she needed to stop putting herself in these situations. She was always the one who ended up looking like an absolute idiot, every single time! She could feel her eyes burning. Oh great. This was the absolute last thing she needed, to start leaking like a damn fountain in front of someone who apparently kind of knew who she was, but not the othe–<br /><br />Wait.<br /><br />&quot;W-what did you just call me? You know who I am?&quot; She clamped a hand over her mouth in regret as soon as she said that. [i]Brilliant going Gianna, you basically just confirmed that he was spot on with your name. Anything else you want to share with the restaurant?[/i] At a loss of what to say next, she scanned his face for any hint of familiarity. He was definitely young, younger than her, most likely, and decent looking. Well if anything he was angry looking, but she still couldn&#039;t help but take a moment to&nbsp; admire his jawline. And the way his fair skin and hair contrasted absolutely against his dark eyes was just fascinating, they almost looked like [i]Focus[/i]!<br /><br />A few more moments of awkward silence passed between them, and Gia could feel the increasingly interested stares of the bartender. If he broke out a packet of crisps right then and there she wouldn&#039;t even be surprised. In a few quick strides, she crossed the length of the room, picking up her fur coat in the process (because no matter what he said she was not getting rid of it), and tugged at his hand for him to follow her. They were not continuing this here. She&#039;ll be damned if she&#039;s going to give anyone live entertainment. <br /><br />She winced once they were out of the cafe and in the heat again. At least she didn&#039;t feel like crying anymore, so if he wanted to have another go at her, she could probably take it. &quot;Ok, so... how do you want to do this? You want to yell at me some more? Turn me in to the ministry for misconduct or something?&quot; She crossed her arms and looked at him defiantly. Now that she had a few moments to cool down, she was slowly beginning to sort through her jumbled memories. He seemed very familiar in a way, didn&#039;t he use to be friends with...<br /><br />&quot;I know who you are!&quot; Gianna gasped and pointed at him, taking a step back from shock, &quot;You&#039;re a Hufflepuff too! Something, something Smith... Zach? Zachary Smith! What the hell are you doing in Melbourne?!&quot; ', 'xx', 369, 1, 3),
« Last Edit: January 19, 2020, 07:08:30 PM by Daphne »

Inga [ Beauxbatons Admin ]
1022 Posts
Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #52 on: January 01, 2020, 09:07:48 AM »
The MH Cannon events post is empty. 1000835481

It would be great if that could be updated. <333
    


Laura [ OOC Account ]
2117 Posts  •  30
Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #53 on: January 08, 2020, 01:29:16 AM »
thank you @Daphne for all the posts you have recovered so far<33
 


Dylan [ Durmstrang Admin ]
1450 Posts  •  Twenty-Nine  •  He/Him
Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #54 on: January 12, 2020, 09:16:10 PM »
hiii @Daphne
thanks for offering to do this!

I have a few posts I would like to be rescued if there is time:
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1000863473
1000867213

There may be more, but these are the ones that really come to mind
Thanks again!
<3333

@Dylan

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(1000867736, 166922, 20972, 1000867736, 'Rule one,  rule two [Donnie]', 'Lorin Odell', 'Lorin.Odell@yahoo.com', 1571334981, '66.90.13.102', 1, 0, '', '“Let me get you a compress at least.” Lorin fussed, ushering a limping Donnie into the doorway of his apartment. He had been beaten around the block a few times, and she was worried that he had really hurt himself. Of course, he had brought home some winnings—you should see the other guys—but she still worried that his nicks and scrapes might scar or become infected if she didn’t clean them up right away. That, and there were some areas on his face already beginning to turn purple. She knew she could heal some of the smaller scrapes, but she was no mediwitch. She had no healer training. She was just trained in the basics of first aid. Donnie seemed to be riding high, unafraid of his injuries, which annoyed Lorin as much as she honestly kind of liked it. She loved his “rub some dirt in it” mentality. It was sexy, in some strange kind of way. Even so, she liked to fuss.<br />&nbsp;<br />She went to the sink and wet a towel with cold water and wrapped some ice in it. She brought it over to him and put his hand on top of it, placing it over his eye. “Surely you have some cream in that medicine cabinet of yours….” She began, fluttering around the house looking for potions, salves, and ointment. She carried enough to leave her arms bursting and set down on the couch. She took out her wand. “I can get these nicks on the arms, but some of these will need to be wrapped….” She admitted. She busied herself cleaning g him off. “So silly, the way men need to show off their brute strength.” She teased. They both knew she loved watching it.<br />&nbsp;<br />Things had been really good between them for the past few months. They were dating steadily, the first long-term relationship Lorin had ever had. He was officially her boyfriend, and she was still preening. She had been afraid to use the term, honestly. She was afraid that making it real would make it go away—but that wasn’t the case. Donnie, himself, had called her his girlfriend that night while introducing her to a friend, and she felt honored. She had never carried that title before. She loved being his girlfriend, even if things had been a bit chaste for her liking. She could tell he adored her. He was so attentive and lovely, but he never made a move on her. He never tried anything beyond a simple hug or kiss, and Lorin was getting impatient. She liked attention and cuddling as much as the next girl, but she had [i]needs[/i]. She had worried that he wasn’t really all that interested in her, but she felt renewed now. Maybe he just wanted things to be more stable before they took the next step.<br />&nbsp;<br />This all felt surreal to her. Why would Donnie be interested in her, anyway? She wasn’t all that successful. She wasn’t all that put together. He was so established and handsome and sweet and kind. She was not really any of those things. Pretty, yes, but that was probably all. She was mean and harsh. She was a good person, deep down, but not necessarily a kind one. She was lucky. That was the only way she could justify this. She knew how lucky she was, and didn’t plan on giving up on him any time soon. <br />&nbsp;<br />She healed what she could, then had him take the compress off his eye. “That’s—Oh, dear, it’s still purple. Do you know a spell for that?” She wondered. “It must hurt…. I don’t have anything for pain, but I’m sure my friend Rosaline sells something mild for it.” She had been talking pretty much nonstop throughout the cleaning and healing process. Her face was slightly flushed with worry, though she was mostly relaxed. This could have been much worse.<br />&nbsp;<br />[url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=24261]@Donncha Kearney[/url] ', 'xx', 487, 1, 0),

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(1000863473, 166315, 25345, 1000863473, 'Re: [Oct 2002 MP] we got scars on our future hearts {Harry}', 'Harry Potter', 'nonehjp@no.com', 1562944603, '66.90.13.102', 1, 0, '', 'Harry hadn’t dressed up for Halloween this year, but he was loving it all the same. It felt great to be back into the groove of things with Ginny, and he never regretted a moment spent with Teddy. It had been awhile since they were able to just [i]relax and have fun[/i]. With work hours being so long and so stressful, Harry needed a break and this was the perfect opportunity. There were sweets everywhere—people dressed in interesting costumes, and an atmosphere that just felt like home. He swung Teddy between their arms until his own were sore, and had bought him more sweets than a four year old really had any right to. Harry couldn’t help spoiling his godson. He loved him dearly, and never wanted him to go without, the way Harry had always gone without as a child. <br />&nbsp;<br />His Halloweens with the Dursleys were mild at best. Harry was stuck at home, handing out candy—but not allowed to eat any of it—while Dudley and the Dursleys went out. They didn’t love Halloween at the best of times, though. It was too magical for them, and his outfits were always tame in comparison. Harry never got to wear one, and had grown accustomed to it. He peeked at Ginny, in her adorable costume, and smiled warmly. He was so happy they had worked things out, and seemed to be going strong. He knew, deep in his heart, that she was [i]the one[/i], and that he really ought to ask fast. They might not survive another breakup, and he didn’t want to risk that again. He was tired of pitying himself, it was time to man up and take control.<br />&nbsp;<br />He had been planning something big, knowing that he would have time off for Christmas this year. He planned a vacation for him, something he had not taken since he started Auror training, and planned to propose while they were gone. He had already been looking at rings, though he wasn’t sure what she would prefer. He knew she would gladly wear the ugliest ring if it came from him, but he wanted it to be tasteful and just her style, too. He wasn’t good with style. Perhaps he would ask Hermione to help him. He also, although it was old-fashioned, needed to ash Arthur for her hand. He doubted very much the Weasley father would say no—he adored Harry, for one, but it was proper to ask… right?<br />&nbsp;<br />Perhaps he would next time they went over to the Burrow for dinner. Should he ask Molly, too? He was a little distracted by his thoughts of his upcoming proposal and his love for Teddy that he barely heard Ginny speak. He blinked, blushed, then smiled. “Absolutely.” He replied. <br />&nbsp;<br />“They really go all out here, huh? I’ve never seen Hogsmeade at Halloween before. I was always in the castle, but this—wow. It’s incredible.” Indeed, there were decorations everywhere. All the pubs had drink specials, and everyone was dressed except him. He felt a little out of place because of it. “What about you two?” He asked, mostly to Ginny, but of course Teddy nodded excitedly too. “Where did you want to check out next?”', 'xx', 13, 1, 2),

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(1000867213, 166886, 20972, 1000867213, 'Familiar faces [Harvey]', 'Lorin Odell', 'Lorin.Odell@yahoo.com', 1569418342, '66.90.13.102', 1, 1569418357, 'Dylan', '[right][b]London, England | February 2003[/b][/right]<br /><br />“Loki! Come back here!” Lorin lamented, following her slick black kitten down the hallway of her apartment building. She was calling out to it in something more akin to a stage whisper than an actual call, trying not to disturb her neighbors. It was nearly dusk, but she still didn’t want to bother anyone if she could keep ahead of it. Her cat was aptly named. From the moment she got him, it had been love at first sight—but he had been so mischievous, too. He loved to play and was so full of energy. It was hard to keep up with him. He always tried to slip out of the door whenever Lorin opened it up, though, curious about the outdoors. <br /><br />This time, unfortunately, he had made it through the threshold. She was hurrying along, the cat just out of her reach. Suddenly,&nbsp; she watched in horror as it skipped through a crack in an open door and into a stranger’s apartment. How embarrassing! What if they had cats, too? Or worse, dogs! Lorin took in a deep breath and let it out, frustratedly. Then, she straightened her back and knocked on the door with purpose.<br /><br />“Hello?” She said through the crack. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but I believe my cat may have slipped into your apartment. He’s a tiny little black thing, named Loki. He [i]usually[/i] comes when he’s called. Probably slipped behind your sofa, though….” She sighed.<br /><br />Things had been going decently well for Lorin over the past few weeks. Not only had she been less lonely, having Loki around definitely helped that, she had also been seeing someone. She was properly seeing someone, for the first time… well, ever. They had been taking things slow, doing no more than hand-holding and a little bit of kissing so far, but she felt over the moon. They weren’t quite official, but she knew for a fact that he wasn’t seeing anyone else, and she wasn’t either. She felt strange at the idea of calling him her boyfriend, especially with their history—and age difference—but that was basically what he was. <br /><br />They went out a few times a week. Sometimes they went for dinner or music, sometimes she cooked for him at his place and they kissed and cuddled on the couch listening to wizarding wireless radio, but she was happy. It didn’t even bother her that she had yet to hear anything from the Department of International Magical Cooperation. She almost hoped she [i]didn’t[/i] get the job. She wanted to be close with Donnie, and thought that, perhaps, she could move up in the department she was currently in. Mysteries was very elusive. She was highly intelligent and could easily do the work. In fact, she coordinated a lot of it. She just needed to prove herself.<br /><br />She awkwardly waited for the door to open, hoping beyond hope for a friendly, understanding face.<br /><br />[url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=22278]@Harvey Landsdowne[/url] ', 'xx', 83, 1, 2),
« Last Edit: January 19, 2020, 07:04:55 PM by Daphne »


Taylor [ OOC Account ]
1057 Posts  •  28 🌙  •  🔮  •  she/her
Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #55 on: January 19, 2020, 08:46:48 PM »
thank you so much @Daphne !! 🙌💖

Emily [ OOC Account ]
987 Posts  •  25  •  she/her
Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #56 on: January 19, 2020, 08:52:32 PM »
Hi fee feel NO pressure to do this quickly but I've been missing all of liam's posts and if you have time I'd love to get them back

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(1000864006, 166644, 25660, 1000864006, 'a thrill of hope [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1563266982, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', 'The evening snow had been light, but it still left Liam’s hair damp upon melting as he set foot into the cramped little pub at the end of Diagon Alley. He drew in a breath of the warm air. It managed to be cramped inside with only a few people there: a witch at the other end of the bar from where Liam sat, a young man on the little platform stage, and an old man at one table. Lots of people had better places to be the night before Christmas Eve. Lots of people didn’t, but most of those liked better venues. <br /><br />Anyone who’d ever met Liam knew his love of decadence and expensive modernity. But he had a lot of love for the bottom of the barrel too—especially when he was in a mood and a couple beers deep already. It felt far more right to spend Christmas somewhere small and hot and mildly unpleasant with one string of fairy lights on the wall than someplace with an attentive waitstaff or space to breathe. Felt more like he thought having a family ought to, somehow, and around the holidays he got to aching for the discomfort of one. Not enough to show up at Uncle Dom and Aunt Madge’s, and absolutely not enough to go [i]home[/i]. Just enough to want to make himself miserable.<br /><br />He unclasped his blue tweed cloak and opened up his scarf around his neck, fanning his face with one hand and asking down the bar for a firewhiskey and soda. The elderly barmaid took her time. Liam took little in drinking it, and then remembered he’d meant to brood for a while. He took his second one slower. Didn’t look back at the musician in the corner until halfway through Joni Mitchell’s [i]River[/i]. <br /><br />Liam had known a fair few young men with guitars in his day, most of them while inebriated. He’d heard a lot of background music. But this voice was striking him differently now—thick and mournful around the delicate Muggle song. Might just have been a validation of his mood, but setting aside his glass, Liam slid around in his stool to watch. <br /><br />He leaned his elbows back on the bar as he stared at the singer, feeling more trancelike by the second. Lord, how much were they paying this kid? Not enough. The kid knew it too—it was obvious in the velvet Nehru jacket and the tender vocal riffs and the vague look in his eyes as he lifted his head from his guitar. He’d been wasted on [i]Jingle Bells[/i] and the refusal to act like he wasn’t made Liam smile. He’d been there once. He’d had other people to be there with, though.<br /><br />The song ended and there wasn’t any applause. Neither of the other patrons had any interest in the entertainment. Seized with a sudden furious desire for justice, Liam drunkenly wolf-whistled across the six feet between them and put his hands together.<br /><br />[url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=25684]@Oliver Rigby[/url] ', 'xx', 9, 1, 4),

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(1000864119, 166644, 25660, 1000864119, 'Re: a thrill of hope [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1563342998, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', 'The singer didn’t meet Liam’s eyes, which was disappointing for half a bitter second, but it made sense from the angle of someone performing for the job they wanted more than the one they had. Pretend they were all into it and someday they all would be. Been there, been there. He’d allow it.<br /><br />It seemed he’d walked in at the end of the set, though, as the young man politely thanked them all and stepped down from the stage. Liam doubted he’d be able to track down a record of somebody who was singing covers at Ray’s grubby Tavern in Diagon Alley. Wasn’t that just the way of tonight, then, he thought, staring at the fairy lights through the bottom of his glass. He might have been disappointed, but there was something he’d always liked about feeling justified in brooding. Half the time it felt like every feeling he had was baseless and meaningless—Liam was sort of fond of the universe validating him if no one else would. <br /><br />And then he set down his drink, and the singer was at the bar between him and the witch.<br /><br />Well, fuck that. No point in sulking if the universe was going to put him within speaking distance. “I’ll cover that,” said Liam loudly to the barmaid, gesturing to the drink she’d just set down. “Don’t imagine she’s paying you as much as you deserve,” he added more quietly, with a small grin. “Least I can do.”<br /><br />He inclined his drink toward the singer’s guitar. “Wish I’d seen more of that, mate,” he said. “You ever record anything?” If he hadn’t, then Liam would obviously have to put in a good word somewhere. Lots of sad drunks in the wizarding world these days. They all deserved some miserable music even if they had better taste in bars.<br /><br />“Rigby, then?” he asked. “Not Eleanor, I hope?” He also hoped he’d gotten the surname right, or the joke would fall through.', 'xx', 9, 1, 3),

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(1000864524, 166644, 25660, 1000864524, 'Re: a thrill of hope [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1563608580, '73.109.61.2', 1, 0, '', '“Don’t be stupid,” said Liam firmly, if a little teasingly. “I do indeed.” He grinned more easily as Mr. Rigby leaned on the bar and smiled. Thank [i]goodness[/i]. Charlie was great, obviously, but Liam had always had little patience for introverts. He let out a breath he hadn’t noticed he’d been holding in. <br /><br />The singer—Oliver— asked him what he was doing here. “Not missing anything, seems like,” said Liam, cheerfully glossing over giving an actual answer, and also the fact that being referred to as a Joni Mitchell fan would have made him cringe if it were in front of any other human beings. Not that she wasn’t obviously a genius but his usual brand was slightly more aggressive, and if he were being honest, far less feminine. Liquor and moodiness and solitude all softened the boundaries of his musical repertoire somewhat. He’d accept a compliment on it now that he was a decent way to plastered.<br /><br />Oliver Rigby, whose name Liam now could not restrain himself from thinking in the Beatles tune, had no recordings. “Well, I’d have bought one if you did,” Liam said. “Alright—maybe not your Christmas album.” He laughed, slightly more forced as he remembered that at this very moment he was on top of the charts making a number of inappropriate requests of Santa Claus. Good [i]Lord[/i], he’d have to make sure this kid never made [i]that[/i] connection. “Just have to get you drinks instead, then,” he joked. “How many gin fizzes you think make the cost of a record?”<br /><br />The thought of Banshee, however, made Liam remember there was actually something useful he could do. He slapped the bar with a gasp of sudden excitement. “I know people, though! At a label—I should have a word with someone. Really think I will.” He broke out a pair of jazz hands to accent his image. “Oliver Rigby, stunning star of the lousiest stage in Britain. It’d sell.” Not in short part due to his youth and handsomeness, but there was no need to let him know now how superficial the music industry could be.<br /><br />Liam finished his own drink and watched Oliver over the rim of it. It was always a tossup whether whoever he spoke about [i]industry connections[/i] to would be impressed or think he sounded like an absolute prick, but thankfully firewhiskey deadened that worry considerably. ', 'xx', 9, 1, 4),

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(1000864590, 166644, 25660, 1000864590, 'Re: a thrill of hope [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1563696529, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', '“Do I not?” Liam laughed, leaning forward over the bar on one arm, mirroring the young man’s pose. “What do you mean, that I’ll have a conversation?” Jokes aside, Oliver had a point. Liam wasn’t sure he’d ever heard anyone speak in here aside from to order. When he’d come in he hadn’t planned on it either—but he hadn’t planned on there being anyone worth speaking to. “You don’t seem much like you belong here either, have to say,” he said. The sense of style, perhaps, or the youth, or the...[i]je ne sais quois[/i]. But Liam didn’t mean to say any of that. Instead, he just chuckled. “Didn’t immediately tell me to mind my own business, see?” <br /><br />He pushed his empty glass back toward the barmaid, who was studiously pretending that no one was talking. “A dozen?” he said to Oliver, brows raised. Obviously bullshit, but good-naturedly so. He knew he’d have said something similar if anyone had offered him free anything. “Reckon I can handle that.”<br /><br />Mr. Rigby’s eyes were sparkling merrily. Liam couldn’t have stopped smiling if he wanted to. Had he [i]been[/i] in a mood ten minutes ago? Intellectually he knew it, but the feeling was hard to remember now.<br /><br />The grumpy barmaid slammed his third firewhiskey down as Oliver cautioned him against insulting the pub. “What? Come on.” Liam grinned at their server, who was openly glaring at him now. “O’course she knows! That’s a selling point too, Ol. “ He took a generous gulp of his drink. “No better place to be a saddo, is there? No better price, at least.” The barmaid’s face was very purple now. Liam fished out his wallet from his jacket pocket and shook out a few more galleons than necessary onto the bar before turning back to Oliver. “‘Course, don’t think I’ll be allowed back, once I steal the entertainment—you want to get out of here? I’ve got a studio in the back of my flat, want to see?” He realized, belatedly, how suspicious the offer sounded—in a couple of possible ways. “No, really,” said Liam, raising his hand like a Muggle in court. “Swear on Joni bleedin’ Mitchell.”<br /><br />Thankfully Oliver didn’t seem put off, but he did remind Liam he hadn’t given his name. “Oh!” he laughed. “Sorry ‘bout that!” The thought of himself hadn’t even crossed Liam’s mind, he’d been too caught up in his enthusiasm. He lifted his chin and offered the hand it had been resting on to shake. “Liam Thompson. Pleasure.” With his other hand, he clapped Oliver on the back. “S’pose I’ll have to make time in my schedule for the awards next year, then,” he said. “You’d [i]better[/i] thank me. Wouldn’t mind getting that in writing.”', 'xx', 9, 1, 3),

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(1000864910, 166644, 25660, 1000864910, 'Re: a thrill of hope [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1563954813, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', '“Do I look like a liar to you?” replied Liam, hand still in the air. He said it earnestly despite the irony. To anyone who knew him he sure knew he’d look untrustworthy, and probably to most people who didn’t know him too on account of being a kind of rodenty-looking man—but he wasn’t sure which side Oliver Rigby would fall on. Was funny either way, though. Either he’d sound dedicated enough not to dishonor Ms. Mitchell’s holy name, or he’d give Ollie a good laugh about it. Liam had a suspicion, judging by the young man’s wide smile, that either way he’d still come with. <br /><br />His cloak flapped off of one shoulder as they hurried, laughing, out of Ray’s shithole Tavern. “Good lord,” moaned Liam. He bent double for a second to stretch his back, sore from leaning all casually against the edge of bar. “Well, I’ve got liquor at home, mate—reckon I owe you [i]now[/i].” He readjusted his outerwear, checked to make sure he hadn’t lost his wand, and then he looked up and Oliver was holding something out to him.<br /><br />The grubby bar mat, now engraved. [i]For discovering me[/i]. Liam blinked and blankly took it. “Oh, [i]mate...[/i]” he said after a second. He saved himself from sounding as genuine as he felt, pounding his heart with a hint of a smug grin to play it up, but kept his words the same. “I’m touched.”<br /><br />He forgot they were going anywhere for a second, standing in the snow under the Diagon Alley streetlamp, until he was asked to lead the way. He quickly shook his head. “Don’ worry,” said Liam, firmly gripping Oliver’s velvet-sleeved forearm. “I’ve never splinched myself, never, and I’ve been [i]loads[/i] drunker than this.” He didn’t give Ollie time to react to that, and turned them sharply around into the squeeze and pull of apparition.<br /><br />They came out in a wide, open loft in between the bed and the kitchen. He lived high enough to see snowy rooftops out the obnoxious wall-sized window, but he rarely wasted time going up and down the lifts. Probably hadn’t opened his front door in months. “[i]Voila[/i],” sung Liam, throwing out his arms—partially to flick his wand at the lamps, mostly for dramatic effect. “C’mon, back here.” <br /><br />He led Oliver to the one single room, probably intended for sleeping, but where he did that hardly mattered being that he lived alone. It was more important he have a music room. That was the only room in the place with any sense of clutter: things pinned on the walls, chairs and paper everywhere. <br />A grand piano, the same model he’d played as a child. Three guitars, two bass guitars and one upright, a violin in its case, a banjo he’d once been given as a joke. The booth had been set up along the far wall, magically soundproofed. Charlie’s studio was more modern, which was novel of course, but Liam still personally preferred his records and gramophone. Felt more comfortable, and somehow more real. Oliver seemed like an analog person too. <br /><br />“Right, then,” said Liam, dropping his cloak on the piano bench and unwinding his scarf, turning curious eyes on Oliver. “Do you ever sing anything [i]fun?[/i]”', 'xx', 9, 1, 4),

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(1000865666, 166644, 25660, 1000865666, 'Re: a thrill of hope [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1564815249, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', 'Liam watched Oliver wander dazedly past him, and found himself grinning again despite how much his cheeks already ached. This kid wasn’t the first person he’d brought here to impress. Every time he hoped for this kind of reverent awe. At this point he gauged his taste in women by it, how interested they seemed to be in this teenage dream he’d made himself. The studio was the most impressive thing in this flat, after all—his body and charisma included. Liam liked a woman who could tell. <br /><br />Who [i]are[/i] you, Ollie demanded of him. One side of Liam’s grin quirked up into a smug smirk. He liked this part too.<br /><br />“I’m in a band,” he said with a mocking shrug, reveling in the douchey false modesty. “Might have had some moderate success.” Usually he didn’t get to drag it out this long. [i]Banshee[/i] shit was all over everything in here, and to many visitors that was the first thing they noticed. Vaguely, drunkenly, Liam hoped Ollie didn’t hate them. Hell of an anticlimax that would be. <br /><br />“Oh, bless her heart, [i]Merlin[/i], no.” Liam wasn’t sure how exactly to explain what he thought [i]was[/i] fun, now that he’d been challenged on it. Nothing so outright [i]beautiful[/i] as a woman and an acoustic guitar, that was for certain. Beautiful music made Liam sad. No matter how tragic rock and roll got, though, something about it energized him. [i]That[/i] was fun. But it was a fun he didn’t think he fully understood, or could defend to someone whose music taste was almost entirely unknown to him. And now that he’d gotten this deep he definitely didn’t want to get into the fact that all he knew of Joni Mitchell was the greatest hits album he’d picked up in a Muggle LA thriftshop. So he decided quickly to skip all that and launched into a spirited intro to [i]Jingle Bells[/i], making it a few seconds with a deadpan seriousness before his face crumpled again in laughter.<br /><br />As the joke faded out, Liam stared at his fingers on the keys instead of the boy now beside him on the piano bench. But once Oliver spoke he had an excuse. “You take requests, hm?” Liam replied, arching his eyebrows. “Then if it’s my turn I think I’d like to request a touch of backup. Seeing as I can’t sing worth a fuck.” Didn’t stop him, most of the time, but he found himself a little less eager to show off than he might have been with anyone else he’d met in any other way. <br /><br />He spun over the bench and got up to lift the blue guitar that Ollie had been eyeing. “You ever do anything a bit more electric?” he asked, slinging the strap lazily over his shoulder. The guitar was magically modified, obviously—no true electric guitar would be useful here with the amount of magic that went into maintaining the booth, but there wasn’t any other word to describe that [i]sound[/i]. Nor the feeling.', 'xx', 9, 1, 4),

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(1000865781, 166644, 25660, 1000865781, 'Re: a thrill of hope [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1564988234, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', 'Liam laughed heartily at the shock on Oliver’s face as the chords struck by his errant elbows echoed between the walls. “Don’t worry,” he said over the noise. “That piano’s been through rougher things.” It had been a sex joke, but as soon as he said it he hoped Oliver wouldn’t get his drift. That was the last thing he wanted to put in this kid’s head—or, more importantly, his own. He wasn’t going to allow himself that. Maybe later, once he’d gone, Liam would let himself imagine sliding a hand over the piano bench between Oliver’s thighs. But not now, absolutely not now. <br /><br />He kept having that thought, but only in between things like bringing a handsome stranger home and rolling his head back with an appreciative groan when the handsome stranger requested David Bowie. <br /><br />“Alright, tell me,” said Liam narrowing his eyes curiously as he studied Ollie. “Are you Muggle-born, or just an enthusiast?” He shook his head, snow-frizzed curls flopping. “Not to judge the latter, I mean—that’s what I am.” Liam tapped his guitar delicately with his wand, activating the magical amplification, and grinned. “More wizards should be, I think. At least when it comes to art.” He tucked his wand away. “We need someone over here who can give Bowie a run for his money.” Nodding toward Oliver, he lifted his guitar. “Gimme your best, kid.”<br /><br />For a moment he fingered the neck of the guitar, considering his options. Best go with something well-known, he figured. Much as he would have liked to show off his encyclopedic knowledge, he wanted to hear Ollie sing confidently even more. And it had to be something he could dance to. [i]Merlin[/i], Liam wanted to dance. He could feel the energy bubbling under his skin, aching for a reason to bob and sway.<br /><br />[i]Oh, obviously.[/i] <br /><br />The second he started strumming the rhythmic chords of [i]Let’s Dance[/i], he was gone. It was just too easy to move to this—languorous and unhurried, horridly sexy. As the vocal cue passed, though, he opened his eyes and looked up at Oliver, still sitting there motionless on the piano bench. Liam took his hand off the strings to point toward him. “C’mon, Ol.” [i]Put on your red shoes and dance the blues.[/i]', 'xx', 9, 1, 3),

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(1000866223, 166644, 25660, 1000866223, 'Re: a thrill of hope [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1565563612, '73.109.60.81', 1, 0, '', '“Hey, nothin’ wrong with that, I said,” repeated Liam as Oliver’s face went a bit distant at his question. Charlie definitely made him feel inadequate in his interest in Muggle music sometimes—even Ioan had had his moments early on. [i]Discovering the Stones isn’t really an [/i]achievement[i], mate[/i]. And a dismissive little laugh, like it was all something he could never understand. Well, fuck that. Given the wizards he’d grown up around, Liam was proud of his enthusiasm for Muggle culture nonetheless. He smiled fondly as Ollie piped up his agreement. And he broke into a wide smile as he stood up, began to move, lifted his wand to his mouth like a teenager putting on a concert in their bedroom.<br /><br />The first few seconds were good, undoubtedly. Made Liam nod in approval as he kept on strumming. But...imitative, almost. A sudden, awkward rush of doubt squeezed his throat and he looked down at his guitar. Bowie [i]had[/i] been what he’d asked for, as he thought back on his words. But not what he’d meant. He’d wanted to hear a new take—Ollie’s take. How old [i]was[/i] Ollie, come to think of it? Liam knew he himself had spent years perfecting his impressions of the greats, he knew how essential it was. But could he promise Ollie a career before the kid found his own voice? What had he been thinking? He’d been lonely and drunk and Oliver Rigby had been handsome and stylish and sung one good cover. Liam’d said more for less.<br /><br />But he kept playing, obviously, and he was glad he did. <br /><br />As the song loosened up Ollie seemed to as well, his voice slipping into a sweeter tone, fuller and more melodic. His body moving with less calculation, his energy shifting from bravado to earnest boldness. It sunk in somewhere between the [i]serious[/i] moonlight and Liam looking up from an improvised riff to find his gaze held, magnetically. He widened his eyes incredulously in reply. [i]Merlin alive[/i], the [i]confidence[/i]. Even as the song ended, he couldn’t break it. He stepped over to Oliver on his knees on the piano bench, grabbed his face with both hands, holding it firmly for a second, meeting his eyes with a manic grin. “Born showman, you are.” <br /><br />He swung his guitar round his back and stepped aside as Ollie drifted finally to the walls. Not to the gold plaques or the album covers, though—it was the photo of five beautiful women that drew his eye first. Liam bit back a laugh. “Oh, yeah,” he said, folding his arms and leaning his elbows over Oliver’s shoulders to look too. “Which’s your favorite?” Another test of taste, possibly, but he didn’t know what it would mean. “I’m a Hilary man, myself,” said Liam, indicating the dark-haired girl perched on his photographic knee. “But that Linda’s got the filthiest sense of humor, you’d never guess.”<br /><br />It occurred to him suddenly that he’d forgotten the drinks. Didn’t seem to matter.', 'xx', 9, 1, 3),

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(1000866309, 166644, 25660, 1000866309, 'Re: a thrill of hope [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1565673829, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', '“Phoebe,” repeated Liam. “Interesting.” He truly wasn’t sure what to make of that one. Sort of he’d been hoping for one of the others, to compare to some other friend of his’s taste he didn’t understand. But Liam didn’t know that he knew any other Phoebe boys. Seemed like the sort of opinion one had just to be contrary. Ollie’s favorite Beatle was probably Ringo. Liam was a simple man. He’d always gone for Paul. But he did have respect for a determined outsider. <br /><br />“Can’t say I know much about her,” he said, resting his chin on his arm, his curls mingling with Oliver’s. “Quiet one for real. Sam says he made her laugh once, but I don’t believe him.” <br /><br />Not that Ollie knew who Sam was. Liam really couldn’t believe he’d gotten this far before telling a hilarious Banshee anecdote. But he didn’t have to watch out for that any longer, it seemed. <br /><br />“[i]Oh, shit[/i] what?” repeated Liam mockingly, following Ollie’s gaze toward the gold records. “You’ve finally caught on, have you?” He stepped back to lean against a small table, watching as Ollie wandered further down the wall. “I was sort of enjoying that, you know. Usually doesn’t take as long as that.” If it took any time at all. Most women (must he insist on comparing Oliver to women?) knew who he was from the outset. They had to, or else they wouldn’t have come. “Sort of refreshing, really,” said Liam softly.<br /><br />Clearing his throat, he quickly shook his head. “Go on then, tell me you hate us.” He held up his hands, beckoning for criticism with a crooked smile. “If it’s [i]Peppermint Grapefruit[/i], though, I’ll have you know I hate that one too.” <br /><br />And oh, [i]Merlin,[/i] if it was [i]Santa Baby[/i]...', 'xx', 9, 1, 5);

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(1000866500, 166644, 25660, 1000866500, 'Re: a thrill of hope [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1566279705, '73.109.61.9', 1, 0, '', 'If he were kinder he might have said something to reassure Oliver, given that he was stammering all over the place and his face was cherry-red, but Liam found it too hilarious to stop. Being famous had rarely failed to entertain him. He was chuckling at the thought of the singing housemate—an odd way to characterize a woman one was living with, like a deliberate effort to stress the platonicness of things—but that train of thought was forgotten as Ollie leaned awkwardly on the piano and requested a drink. Liam laughed aloud.<br /><br />“You sound like [i]you’ve[/i] taken a bludger to the head, mate,” he said, clapping Ollie’s shoulder, and then after a second, his cheek. “Let’s hope with some more gin in you you’ll forget I’m anyone and pull it together enough to properly sing.” With a jaunty swish of his wand, Liam summoned his open bottle of gin from...well, he thought it might have been on his bedside table. “Take yourself back to ten minutes ago,” he said. “When all I was was musically gifted and irresistibly cool.” Liam caught the bottle by the neck, grinning. <br /><br />He took a gulp and handed it off to Oliver, then lifted the strap of the blue guitar off over his head. “Trade you,” he said when Ollie looked back to him. “Not for [i]keeps[/i], you idiot.” (Though could he blame Ollie if the thought crossed his mind, with all Liam had offered him tonight?) “Just saw those eyes you were givin’ her. Thought you might like a go. Y’know, in there.”<br /><br />With his free hand he pushed Oliver toward the door to the recording booth. Gin sloshed in the half-empty bottle. “Go [i]on[/i],” Liam pleaded. “Sing us another song, Mr. Rigby.”<br /><br />[out]', 'xx', 9, 1, 3),


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(1000866699, 166841, 25660, 1000866699, 'Re: [los angeles] across the universe [liam]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1566892156, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', 'Liam didn’t forget any of the night before he woke up on the studio floor to an empty bottle and a French address, but it took him a few days to process it.&nbsp; What did you write to someone after that? It would have been easier if Oliver had left some message, some indication whether he’d slept on it and decided Liam and his offer to help out were full of shit. Eventually Liam figured that would be inevitable. On Christmas day he sent the drunken Celine Dion cover to the address in Paris, and enclosed a note. [i]I was serious, you know. I’ll talk to some people.[/i]<br /><br />The first of the people was Antonio Duenas. Distaste for his daughter aside, Liam had always thought highly of the man, and thought it likely Tony’d hear him out at the least. It took some time for him to make a decision, but by mid-January Liam had the go-ahead: name the time and place, Tony would have a look.<br /><br />The event had been chosen carefully, or, at least as carefully as it could have been given that Liam knew really very little about Oliver Rigby. He’d compiled a list of all the active performers who might be willing to do him a favor, then narrowed it down to those whose fans might be likely to appreciate a funky little English pretty boy. The interest of the crowd was vital above all things. Someone in Tony’s position would look at that more than even the music, if he were looking to place a bet that he could make Oliver sell. So after getting Tony’s okay Liam had written to Esther Winslow. She was an American singer-songwriter with a fanbase of young witches—also someone with whom Liam had had a brief affair in the mid-nineties, but it had ended on more amicable terms than many of his others. He felt sure she wouldn’t mind adding in an extra opener for a couple songs at all. Los Angeles, he requested. Half because it was the closest show to Tony, half in anticipation of Ollie’s wide-eyed awe.<br /><br />He and Oliver had been in correspondence in the month since Christmas, but once he’d received Esther’s reply, Liam’s next letter was short. Where, when, very briefly what. It was obvious why.<br /><br />They left London together in the early morning and came out in California the evening before. The change of scene did wonders for Liam’s mood—he’d never done well in the dreary English winter.&nbsp; Enlivened, he gleefully led Oliver through Los Angeles as authoritatively as he had his London loft. By the time Ollie took the stage they were both walking on air. But Liam could tell immediately as he watched from his seat that something had set the boy on edge. He could tell from his voice, too—and from the openly heartbroken look on Ollie’s face as he realized Tony was no longer at his table. Liam’s heart fell. [i]Tough break[/i], he tried to say with a grimace, despite knowing the stage lights probably obscured him completely. Ollie sure didn’t look like he’d gotten any hint of sympathy. <br /><br />Liam waited until Ollie had already left the stage to hop around back, just in case seeing him leave too made it even worse. He didn’t get backstage before running into him, catching his devastated eye. “Oh, mate,” said Liam, reaching out a hand. “I’m sorry.” But Oliver and his guitar brushed past him. Liam spun quickly to follow. He slipped in between a pair of patrons, seized Ollie’s arm and held him back. “Come on,” he said, more firmly. “We’re going back to mine.” <br /><br />As soon as they were safe in his American living room, Liam let go of him quickly. There was room here to keep his distance. The house was spread in one story over a bluff above the water, hidden magically, luxuriously open. The freedom of it had drawn him from the beginning. Liam took a few steps away and pulled out his wand to draw back the curtains. The height gave them a view of the city lights to one side throught the full-length windows, pink and hazy in the late dusk. “Nothing like L.A. at night, is there?” he said breezily, glancing back toward his guest. He’d been looking forward to bringing Ollie here. Ideally for a celebration, but he thought the place suited commiseration just as well. He’d spent enough time being miserable here to know so.<br /><br />Oliver, looking less convinced, hadn’t moved from where they’d Apparated in. “Look, I’m sorry,” said Liam again, trying to sound less flippant. Had he forgotten the sting of his first failure, or did Ollie just take these things more to heart? “It happens, yeah? Happened to me, loads of times.” He drifted over toward the kitchen and brought down two tumblers. “Let’s get you properly drunk, now. That’ll help.”', 'xx', 514, 1, 2),

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(1000866770, 166841, 25660, 1000866770, 'Re: [los angeles] across the universe [liam]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1567313393, '73.109.62.147', 1, 0, '', 'As much as he wanted to be a sympathetic presence, Liam couldn’t restrain himself from rolling his eyes. Thankfully Oliver was too busy looking out to the window to notice. Liam had straightened his expression out by the time his houseguest turned around and apologized, holding a hand out wearily over the counter for a glass. “Firewhiskey,” said Liam, nudging the glass toward Oliver’s waiting fingers. “Hope that’s alright. I haven’t been here in a while.” He might have been trying to write here, and keeping a full liquor stock for every mood, but now that Charlie was flaking out on them he felt obligated to be a team player with Sam. Nothing got him to stick to his principles more than needing the moral high ground. <br /><br />Nerves, Oliver said. Liam couldn’t really relate, but Ollie didn’t have to know. Like fuck Liam was going to waste the chance to be older and wiser. He slowly tipped back a sip of his Firewhiskey and rubbed his tingling tongue against the roof of his mouth as he thought.<br /><br />“The reason it’s [i]worked out[/i] is I didn’t shut up the first time someone didn’t want to hear me,” he said. “And believe me, there’s been people that didn’t.” He dragged one corner of his mouth into a lopsided grin. “And I had people to make sure I didn’t quit. You’re off even better, ‘cause I know what I’m doing.”<br /><br />He reached across the counter with both hands to pull Ollie’s face closer. Looking him straight in the eye, Liam pulled his right hand away and gave the boy’s cheek a fond, but firm, slap. <br /><br />“Pull yourself together,” he said, pushing Oliver back over the counter. “You’re going to drink, and then you’re going to sleep, and then tomorrow we’re going to find something else to try. Shithead.” <br /><br />He shed his jacket and tossed it over the back of the couch as he drew his wand again to light a fire. “So I’m not going to hear any more of that, now,” he called back to Ollie. “Nothing about anything important, actually. Pick me out a record.” He flicked his wand again at an inner wall and it opened, stacks upon stacks of record sleeves piled haphazardly inside. There was no recording studio here, but there could be no home of his without background music.<br /><br />“You can play it loud as you want,” he said. “Nobody else ‘round to hear. The charms are strong enough.”', 'xx', 514, 1, 2),

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(1000866887, 166841, 25660, 1000866888, 'Re: [los angeles] across the universe [liam]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1567938315, '73.239.119.10', 1, 1567939690, 'Emily', 'Liam chuckled fondly as Oliver wandered off, turning toward the other side of the room to give him a bit of privacy. It had been a taller request than he’d intended. He wasn’t sure precisely how much Ollie looked up to him, but he liked to think it was [i]some[/i], and Liam had admired enough people himself to understand the stress. The least he could do was not breathe down his neck while he decided what to put on. There wasn’t a [i]wrong[/i] answer, really. This wasn’t a jukebox; if Liam didn’t like it he wouldn’t own it. But he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t some kind of test here. Not whether or not he’d like Ollie, he’d decided that well enough. More like...in what [i]way[/i].<br /><br />At the intro he cracked a smile and turned back to catch Ollie’s eye. He was perfectly happy to like him in a mid-Beatles kind of a way. “Aye aye, [i]Sergeant[/i],” he corrected. Setting down his glass and wand, he mirrored the earlier sarcastic little flick of hand to brow.<br /><br />He fell delicately onto the couch, breathing in deeply as he took in Oliver’s lazy dance in the moonlight. Liam slowly bit his tongue. Watching him felt like a smoother drink than the Firewhiskey that he could still feel in his throat, a sweeter one. No less heady.<br /><br />Too soon, though, Ollie stopped swaying to ask him something. Liam composed himself in a second and gave him a wide, laughing grin. “Tell you what, that she’s a brilliant shag?” <br /><br />The faux-casualnesss in the question, never mind the last half-hour entirely, had been enough to make it clear to Liam that he shouldn’t approach this like he might have with Charlie, but he hadn’t been able to resist. The look on Ollie’s face was worth it enough. [i]Merlin[/i], he was such a kid. The whole night had driven that home, enough to make Liam feel a guilty knot forming in his stomach. Whatever licentious thoughts he had been having, Ollie needed to be looked after more than he needed to be kissed. It was a line Liam wouldn’t mind not crossing: he’d always wanted to be someone’s mentor, perhaps even more than he’d ever wanted a lover. But he also couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever resisted a temptation. <br /><br />He let his grin soften and glanced out the window. “Oh, she’s alright,” he said with a light, nostalgic shrug. “I don’t reckon we ever had any intentions to fall in love or anything, it was just easy. There’s a lot of that kind of thing when you’re touring half the time. She got it, I liked that. Lot of women don’t.” He’d made maybe one or two attempts to have a proper girlfriend, fidelity to whom had lasted maybe one or two tour stops. “Not to say that it’s impossible, of course—but y’know.” <br /><br />His eyes drifted back to rest curiously on Oliver. “Or maybe you don’t know,” he said, returning to that uncertainty. Liam finished his drink and summoned the bottle. “How old [i]are[/i] you, Ol?”', 'xx', 514, 1, 2),

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(1000866973, 166841, 25660, 1000866973, 'Re: [los angeles] across the universe [liam]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1568529291, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', '“Hope that’s not surprise.” Liam smiled, teasingly but with some earnestness. He had always liked hearing that about his choice in women. Always been prideful about it—always been pleased, frankly, to hear he had a valid grasp on heterosexuality. “Oi, now that you’ve performed on a historic stage, reckon a few beautiful girls might start looking your way.” Not that Ollie needed talent for that like the boys of Banshee had. But Liam thought, from the bitter edge in Ollie’s voice, he might like to hear it’d help.<br /><br />He was twenty-one, which was evidently old enough to give Oliver some defensiveness about being treated as an amateur. “Sorry,” said Liam vaguely, quietly. [i]Naturally it’ll be different now that you know me[/i] seemed like too arrogant a defense, given the circumstances. But he thought it was true nonetheless. Maybe he just didn’t want to imagine Oliver having given that heartbroken look to more faceless crowds. Maybe he just didn’t want to imagine a world where that many people had such bad taste.<br /><br />“There’s so much ahead of you,” he said seriously, gazing into Oliver’s deep eyes. Just the thought of [i]twenty-one[/i] felt almost marvelous, unfathomable. Liam knew at that age he hadn’t understood how valuable the future was. Perhaps it was different, youth after the war rather than before. But he was saying this to himself as much as Ollie. Maybe even moreso. The amazement had struck him so stunningly it was too much to hold in. “So much of it’s going to be [i]great[/i],” he said. “I can’t tell you how great. I’ll promise you that.”<br /><br />The song had changed. Liam watched Oliver wander toward the sliding door, and the rustling of trees joined the jaunty tune of [i]A Little Help From My Friends[/i]. “Knock yourself out, if you like,” said Liam. He rose too, following Ollie to the door, and eyed the steam rising from the water. “It should be warm enough,” he said. “Wish I’d waited until the summer to bring you here, mate. Should’ve known.” At night the swimming pool was the shinest thing around, and if he’d learned anything about Ollie it was that the boy had a magpie streak in him.<br /><br />“Take off your shoes at least,” he advised, amused. “Or take everything off if you feel the need. Rita bloody Skeeter couldn’t get in here.”', 'xx', 514, 1, 2),

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(1000867003, 166841, 25660, 1000867003, 'Re: [los angeles] across the universe [liam]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1568707980, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', 'Oliver had come back to life. Liam couldn’t take his eyes off him. He wasn’t sure if his words had gotten through or if it was just the liquor—or hell, even just the Beatles. But he could speak for himself. Ollie Rigby drunk on pure, stupid freedom had him captivated and half-hard in the early moonlight.<br /><br />Without looking away, Liam took his wand out again and refilled the Firewhiskey. He tipped the bottle back and drank until his whole mouth ached.<br /><br />“Get famous and give her one, then,” he called across the patio. He trailed after Ollie at a distance, pausing as he stopped at the edge of the pool. “That woman’ll have her hands full keeping tabs on you,” said Liam, watching Oliver throw out his arms with amusement. “I can tell.” He whistled cheerfully as Ollie fell back with an almighty splash, but didn’t join him, instead sitting down cross-legged at the poolside. The discipline couldn’t last, though. [i]Aren’t you coming in?[/i] Ollie asked him. As if he could resist. He made a show of rolling his eyes, but tumbled head over shoulder into the pool beside Oliver.<br /><br />The cool water helped immensely. Liam held his breath, taking his time to sort out which way was up before rising gently to the surface. He stood up and wiped the water from his eyes, the flattened curls from his forehead. And he looked over at Ollie and he laughed.<br /><br />The boy tried to tell him, [i]Thank you[/i]. It felt as nonsensical to Liam as the nervous bitterness earlier. This time, though, he wouldn’t go so far as to slap him—he couldn’t. He knew if he touched Ollie now he wouldn’t have it in him to let go. “Thanks for nothing,” Liam replied firmly instead, cracking half a smile. “It’s the world who ought to be thanking me. I’d say it’s my duty as a culturally-minded citizen, mate, getting you an audience.” He reached for the bottle he’d left on the side and pointed the neck toward Oliver before taking another swig. “Thank [i]you[/i], alright,” he said. “For taking some fuckarse stranger at his word.”', 'xx', 514, 1, 1),

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(1000867222, 166841, 25660, 1000867222, 'Re: [los angeles] across the universe [liam]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1569473711, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', '“[i]What?[/i]” spluttered Liam at Oliver’s assessment, laughing aloud, before realizing he was proving his point. The thought threw him for a loop—as amusing as it was uncomfortable. He didn’t think he’d ever been called modest before. What in the hell was he leading this kid to think? He’d spent all two days they’d known each other trying to be as impressive as possible; Ollie had no idea who Liam was. But then again, he’d certainly [i]felt[/i] genuine. Maybe he’d been so openly himself that no one else knew him like this. That was a far nicer notion.<br /><br />He let his laugh trail out into a faint chuckle. “Now, that’s not fair,” he said, lifting his chin. “It’s just got to be reasonable, is all. If you’d told me how handsome and talented I was I’d have taken it very well.”<br /><br />Liam slowly sank further underwater, up to his neck, the night breeze too cold for his wet shoulders. His gaze followed Oliver’s upward toward the stars as he considered the next question. This song had always made him sort of sleepy. “Well, I live here when I want to,” he said, missing the point. “I like to write here. And get out of the winter back home, usually.” It was unusual that he’d have been in England over Christmas, come to think of it—he looked back toward Ollie to marvel for a second, to find him looking unsatisfied with this answer.<br /><br />“What, am I supposed to have a roommate?” he chuckled. “I spend enough time on tour to get my fill of that. Sometimes the lads’d stay early on, y’know—” He mercifully stopped himself from referencing the war, “—but now Charlie’s shacked up down here, so.” <br /><br />He did live alone, so devotedly so that the thought that Ollie would ask hadn’t crossed his mind. But of course, he [i]had[/i] bought this place with someone else in mind. The memory strangled him for a minute. Ought he to feel guilty? Selfishly, but with a genuine little flicker of amusement, he thought Ioan would understand.<br /><br />“Well, if you ever need someplace to crash in the States you’re welcome here,” said Liam across the pool, back to staring anywhere but the handsome face beside him in the rippling blue light. “You can even go through my cupboards, if you like. There’s not much interesting in there.”', 'xx', 514, 1, 2),

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(1000867287, 166841, 25660, 1000867287, 'Re: [los angeles] across the universe [liam]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1569901895, '73.109.61.111', 1, 0, '', 'The movement of the water as Oliver disappeared beneath it made Liam turn back in surprise. He hadn’t thought he expected anything in particular from this conversation, but certainly hadn’t expected that. A laugh slipped from his throat. He waited in amusement for Ollie to rejoin him, and when he did, Liam flicked a splash toward his nervous companion with one sharp hand.<br /><br />“That sounds brilliant,” he said, and meant it. “What’re you wanting to be a rockstar for, mate? That’s the dream.” [i]Artists, mostly[/i] rang in his ears for a moment. None of this shite, the cool friends and the clubs and the David Bowie, was uncommon among artist types. Maybe the money, but nothing about who Liam [i]was[/i]. This threw him a little. He’d known vaguely from the letters—they’d discussed Paris at length—but still somewhere in his mind he’d been picturing Ollie as a wide-eyed small-town kid who’d never met another wizard who knew the Beatles. It felt like the only thing that could explain it. <br /><br />Liam gazed at Oliver now, earnestly.<br /><br />The younger wizard put his hands up in jest and swore he wasn’t here to investigate. “Oh, lord no,” said Liam, who hadn’t even imagined it. He shook his wet curls. “There’s no one in the world who’d go to that much trouble.” Maybe for Charlie, but even that was a stretch. “And even if you had...” Looking away from Ollie again, Liam laughed lightly. He didn’t know exactly where he’d planned to go with that thought. [i]You’d still be talented enough to make this worth it,[/i] perhaps, with an arrogant streak of [i]I’d like to think I’d have won you over anyways.[/i] He gave Ollie a fond smile instead of an answer. And as he sank into it, he could taste the sour tang of hypocrisy in the back of his throat.&nbsp; <br /><br />Kate was twenty now, Charlie twenty-six—Liam knew this offhand because he had to keep informed to snipe at them about it. If they’d have hooked up now the difference would have been mountains less of an issue. Still felt like one to Liam after so long thinking of them that way, but he knew the she’s-a-little-girl argument was just as useless as any other now. The same six years were between him and Ollie. That said, he didn’t think Charlie considered Kate a [i]kid[/i] now, if he had ever. But Liam—he’d spent all night marveling at Oliver’s youth, looking back from a wiser, jaded place on that exuberance and immaturity, so surely no matter what the numbers were there was something fucked about it, then? <br /><br />His mind leapt, unbidden, to Ioan. There’d been some gap in experience there, in the friendship at least: Liam the fresh-faced amateur and the other man the London nightlife old hat. He’d admired Ioan Morgan as much as he’d adored him. It had felt natural then. Because he’d been in Ollie’s place? Or because he was working himself up now over nothing at all?<br /><br />Liam tried to imagine what he’d think, if he were someone else and found out. That thought alarmed him most of all. He wasn’t an idiot—no one would ever find out. <br /><br />[i]No one would ever find out.[/i] That was enough to tip him over. The future didn’t matter, the dizzying what-ifs he never had a chance to get to didn’t seem as relevant as the water and the rippling laughter and the warm swell in his chest. Liam wrapped a hand around the back of Oliver’s neck and dragged him roughly into a kiss.', 'xx', 514, 1, 4),


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(1000862674, 166537, 25660, 1000862674, 'Re: santa buddies [banshee]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1561938737, '172.58.43.64', 1, 0, '', 'Liam languidly re-crossed his legs on Sam’s coffee table. “Don’t reckon we could ever sound [i]classic[/i],” he said. “Not with that voice of Charlie’s.” Not that it didn’t have its charm, but Charlie Baker was no Sinatra. “Isn’t that sort of the point? That’s why I like the orchestra.” Liam picked up a beer and inclined it toward Sam. “It’s our, y’know, our spin on it. Grunge up something people’ll expect from Christmas. Like we did [i]Charmed the Heart Right Out of Me[/i].” Celestina Warbeck had a Christmas record, but Liam wasn’t sure that was really their brand anymore. He’d even grimaced at first at the thought of an orchestra. Only wizard bands had rock fucking clarinetists. <br /><br />He watched over his beer bottle as Charlie went down the list again. None of it was really inspiring. Most Christmas music was absolute shit, lyrically, even if it was catchy. [i]Catchy[/i] wasn’t even really their brand either. He’d been told before that their music had to grow on you, that the unusualness of it put you off at the start. Liam had always sort of loved that.<br /><br />He nodded as Charlie did, not bothering to argue until he was done. “I’d like to bleedin’ think war is over,”&nbsp; he muttered under his breath with a bitter scoff. Charlie was right, though. It was probably best they avoid politics, at least while nobody was getting murdered under their noses. He wasn’t about to make a target out of their Muggle-born frontman. <br /><br />“Not sad, but not happy, not [i]jazzy[/i]. Right, then.” Liam sighed heavily. “You don’t think we could write our own? I mean, if all these idiots can do it, can’t we?” Of course, that’d be a lot to put on Charlie. Their resident lyricist did great work, but rarely on command and rarer still about the holiday season. He’d hardly been around much lately to begin with. Sam and Liam had been jamming every other day, but there was only so much they could do without Charlie.<br /><br />The thought of co-writing again was getting him all excited. Liam settled his guitar across his lap and picked out a simple, gentle melody. “I’ve been rolling this around for a bit. Could be Christmassy, yeah?”<br /><br />Charlie had other ideas. Liam arched his eyebrows. “Aren’t those all for women, though?” He replied with a laugh. “Don’t make Sam do that, mate.“ He elbowed Sam and shot him a grin. “Even if he wouldn’t be half bad at it.”', 'xx', 278, 1, 4),

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(1000866170, 166537, 25660, 1000866170, 'Re: santa buddies [banshee]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1565508235, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', 'Charlie pushed back, understandably, when Liam asked if he could write something new in time for the Christmas charts, but Liam still felt compelled to stick up for his idea anyway. “I mean—why not?” he replied stubbornly. “Christmas being different somewhere new, that’s...a feeling, I think. There’s something there.” All of them knew the odd melancholy of a familiar holiday spent someplace foreign. They’d spent one all together during the war: in his house in Los Angeles, horridly depressed, drinking like fishes with tinsel round their necks. Liam would write a song about that Christmas if he could. But war was over now, he guessed they’d decided, and Charlie wanted something light.<br /><br />Liam wasn’t sure he would be much help. His feelings on Christmas had been a lot of things, but always heavy. He took his hands off the guitar strings and sighed heavily at Charlie’s awkward dismissal, sinking back into Sam’s couch and staring silently at his beer.<br /><br />He couldn’t make his silent treatment last as long as he’d hoped, though, as his bandmates started running with the most terrible ideas they’d set out. “Lord [i]almighty[/i],” cut in Liam. “Don’t make me listen to Charlie try and be the woman. Especially not [i]Baby it’s Cold Outside[/i], that’s the most boring song ever written.” He’d gladly have taken on the challenge of making it interesting, but only if he were keen on the lyrics, or anything about it at all. Them singing a couple’s duet with each other—well, it might have been his idea of a good joke once. These days Liam preferred to stay away from that sort of humor. He’d have shot it down even if it were something [i]good[/i]. <br /><br />Sam and Charlie, though, still found it hilarious. “Merlin’s sake,” said Liam, shaking his head with a chuckle at their enthusiasm. “Really want to make a fool out of yourself, you may as well go all in and do [i]Santa Baby[/i].”', 'xx', 278, 1, 2),

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(1000867555, 166537, 25660, 1000867555, 'Re: santa buddies [banshee]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1570743597, '172.58.43.118', 1, 0, '', '“Oh, absolutely not,” said Liam, his laughter turning nervous at the delight on Charlie’s face. It took him a few seconds, though, to come up with a better argument than [i]I don’t want to[/i]. “Who do you think our fans [i]are[/i], mate?” he asked, eventually. “You think these girls want to hear you flirt with Santa Claus?”<br /><br />Well, to be fair, a not insignificant amount of the girls did seem to be into the thought of queer stuff. Liam knew this from experience—and, of course, so did Charlie. He quickly shut up. This was a decent argument, though: Liam would bet the fans would be far more interested in a couple’s duet between two of them than a proposition for Santa, at least given the effort he’d seen people in fan magazines put into describing their fictional Banshee members’ abs. Unfortunately it’d be a cold day in hell before he admitted to knowing Banshee fanfiction existed. If that was the best argument he had, it looked like he’d have to suck it up. <br /><br />At least they were being a democracy right now.<br /><br />Liam took a long sip of beer and rolled his eyes. “Fine, I s’pose,” he said. “If you, y’know, lean into the humor of it.” People [i]did[/i] find something inherently hilarious about a man singing something so flagrantly feminine. He shook his head and forced himself to laugh. “‘Least it’s you singing and not me.”<br /><br />This was apparently not Charlie’s plan. “Oh, [i]absolutely[/i] not,” said Liam again.', 'xx', 278, 1, 2),


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(1000867483, 166909, 25660, 1000867483, '[portland] the wanderer [esther]', 'Liam Thompson', '', 1570413962, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', 'Her owl found him hungover in his pool chair and landed on his stomach, shoving the letter in his face with one proffered foot. “Get off ‘o me,” mumbled Liam. He tugged the paper free and swatted at the bird until it left with a grumpy hoot. And then he went back to sleep, waking again sometime after noon with a letter in his hand. He squinted at it as he wandered inside to find a potion.<br /><br />He’d expected Charlie again, who’d written two days ago from London wondering why he was now on another continent instead of working on their album. Oliver had still been there then. He’d politely restrained himself from reading over Liam’s shoulder, but it was still obvious he’d wanted to. [i]Urgent rockstar business?[/i] he’d asked, trying to put on a smirk. Liam had pulled him into his lap and assured him there was no such thing, but they’d both started to feel a little guilty ignoring the rest of the world after that. Ollie moreso—he’d returned to Paris the next morning to mix drinks or whatever waste of talent he did for money. It took a lot more guilt, however, to make Liam do anything.<br /><br />It wasn’t Charlie this time. Liam sighed to himself. Of course that was the kind of owl Esther Winslow would use—businesslike and judgmental. <br /><br />That night he’d planned on at least staying for her set, but Ollie’s minor crisis had taken precedence. Liam, grudgingly, figured he could understand if she wanted some confusion cleared up. Or even if she wasn’t curious, he [i]did[/i] owe her a favor. Maybe she was already ready to call it in. Or perhaps she just wanted to see him. Women were like that sometimes—Liam had always liked that about them. Far be it from him to refuse a request. <br /><br />It was dusky at home, but fully dark in Portland when he apparated between a pair of tall buildings near Esther’s preferred bar. She wasn’t playing until tomorrow, she’d said. Today she was nestled in a booth at the back of someplace that definitely couldn’t afford her, waiting for him.<br /><br />Liam whipped off his cloak and flung it over one shoulder, ignoring the patron to his side that he’d startled in doing so. “Essie!” he called as he approached—her attention, generally, needed to be specifically requested. Her eyes on him now, he tossed his cloak in the booth and draped an arm over the back of the seat as he slid in. “So what’s up, babe?” he asked. “Need something, or last week just finally make you remember I’m great company?” <br /><br />[url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=23694]@Sioban[/url] ', 'xx', 514, 1, 3),

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(1000867546, 166909, 25660, 1000867547, 'Re: [portland] the wanderer [esther]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1570671388, '73.239.119.10', 1, 1570694593, 'Emily', 'Esther called him something he didn’t understand, apparently amused. Liam raised his eyebrows. “What?” Her eyes lingered on his cloak as he tossed it and he gave her even more confused a face. “It’s raining, Es. Surely I’m not the only one in here who—“ No, wait, he was.<br /><br />American wizards did tend to be more hush-hush about their magic than English ones, but now that he looked around there wasn’t a single animated dishrag or broomstick rack in the place. The background noise was coming from a [i]television[/i]. Liam sighed. Made sense, honestly. Plenty of famous wizards spent a lot of time in the Muggle world if they wanted to avoid being recognized, which he knew very well (from spending so much time with Charlie, at least) could significantly hamper normal life. But the thought hadn’t crossed his mind when he left.<br /><br />He leaned forward over the table. “If you’d [i]told[/i] me this was a Muggle place, I’d have worn a—one of those things.” Liam pointed toward the man on the nearest barstool, who had on the sort of shiny, unflattering jacket Muggles wore in the rain. Thankfully Muggles wore shirts and trousers, so without the cloak he stuck out less—slightly. Of course, he’d sat down without a drink expecting the barkeep to be able to levitate one over. Esther called the grumpy-looking server and Liam gave him an apologetic smile.&nbsp; “Haven’t even got any dollars on me, I don’t think,” he muttered when he left. Both of them had enough money that it didn’t matter in the slightest, but nevertheless Liam hated to make a woman pay.<br /><br />He lost a bit of that concern as she wasted no time insulting him. “[i]Essie[/i],” replied Liam, hand to his heart and mocking, wounded pang in his voice. “If that’s how you feel, then, I s’pose I owe you a thanks for not letting on in front of my mate the other day, don’t I?” She’d been pleasant, not a single sarcastic quip, and Liam was kicking himself now for not realizing how suspicious that had been. Perhaps his memory of her had softened over the years. Or, perhaps, he’d just been too pleased it had seemed to impress Ollie.<br /><br />She asked him, knowingly, whether he’d liked her show. Liam glanced away with an awkward laugh. “Oh, don’t worry,” he said. “I didn’t have to be there to know I would.”', 'xx', 514, 1, 2),

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(1000867794, 166909, 25660, 1000867840, 'Re: [portland] the wanderer [esther]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1571540821, '73.239.119.10', 1, 1571637058, 'Emily', 'He cracked a smile at her jazz hands and almost forgot to be bitter. “Raincoat,” Liam repeated. “They’re a straightforward folk, aren’t they, Muggles? Charming.” She expressed an affection for [i]dive bars[/i], and he figured he’d give her that one. “I’ll drink to that” said Liam. He took a long sip and licked his lips. “Always knew you were my kind of woman.”<br /><br />Esther seemed unconvinced. Liam ignored this.<br /><br />“I dunno,” he said. “He’s in France now.” He shrugged innocently, but it didn’t seem to help. She was giving him a [i]look[/i], the sort of look that made Liam wish he’d studied Legilimency. Well, she always sort of looked like that, but it was no less unsettling. He wrapped his clammy hands around his bottle for something to do with them, casually watching the television to avoid her gaze. What if [i]she[/i] was a Legilimens? Oh, Merlin, for all he knew she could be. Wouldn’t [i]that[/i] be just typical. He tried, with predictable futility, to wipe any thought of Oliver from his mind just in case.<br /><br />“What, you care?” replied Liam, somewhat snappily. “Haven’t you got less mediocre company to rub elbows with?” He was getting tired of this—though that’s what he got, he thought ruefully, for involving some nosy woman in this. Why hadn’t the Bent-Winged Snitches been touring? <br /><br />She interrupted his sour thoughts with a truly unexpected question. “[i]Date night[/i]?” Liam repeated in surprise. “Are you asking me on a [i]date[/i], Esther Winslow?” He hurriedly reassembled some of his persona, leaning coolly back against the plastic-padded booth seat. “This not enough for you?”', 'xx', 514, 1, 3),


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(1000867522, 166911, 25660, 1000867522, 'midnight in paris [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1570524112, '73.109.63.39', 1, 0, '', 'When a tall young man with a purple-smoking cigarette opened the door, Liam cracked a grin and explained in rusty French. [i]Je suis un ami d’Oliver.[/i] The man eyed him and Liam nervously gritted his teeth. Did the French call him [i]Olivier[/i]? Was this, in fact, the right Parisian garret commune? It certainly seemed to [i]be[/i] one, at least. Liam opened the case levitating behind him and held out a bottle of gin. He’d brought seven, one for each roommate and an extra. His first thought had been wine, but he’d figured they’d be snobbier about it.<br /><br />The man examined the English bottle and puffed on his cigarette for another second before calling for someone else inside. Liam waited out the shuffling. The next face that popped out was a girl with very curly hair and a kinder expression that quickly faded into shock.<br /><br />“Hello!” she stammered in English, extending a hand with panicked force. “Oliver’s at work, do you—want to wait? I’m Simone.”<br /><br />“Simone?” The fabled Banshee fan. Liam returned her handshake gratefully and gave her a smile as charming as he knew how. “Liam. Brilliant—Ollie’s told me loads about you.”<br /><br />She stood stock still for a full five seconds before she got a grip and invited him in.<br /><br />After a little while and agreeing to sign her albums, Simone turned out to be decent company. After another while, she’d darted down the hall and re-emerged with Ollie’s guitar. Liam knew the instrument well enough to recognize it now. Fondly, he took it by the neck and settled it in his lap. Strummed an aimless chord. He couldn’t wait to hear Oliver play it himself.<br /><br />He’d started taking requests for instrumental renditions, but by the time the door opened again, Simone and a couple of the others had bullied him into singing as well. (She’d heard [i]Santa Baby[/i], and cackled uproariously at the look on his face when she said so.) His voice dropped off, though, as he lay eyes on Oliver Rigby for the first time in what felt like an age. Liam smiled broadly, exhaling a cloud of purple smoke from the cigarette he’d been given. “Surprise.”<br /><br />He bid a cheerful goodbye to the flatmates, kissing Simone’s cheek twice for good measure, before following Ollie deeper into the flat. “It’s alright if you’re tired,” Liam assured him quickly. “I thought I’d stay the night, if that’s alright. Reckon I can wait until tomorrow to hear what you’ve been working on.” He paused to take another drag until he was sure no one was snooping. “Tell me you don’t share a room, do you?” he whispered in Ollie’s ear. He nipped teasingly at his earlobe. “I don’t think I could handle it.”<br /><br />Ollie’s room was small, of course, but thankfully appeared to be private. Liam’s heart swelled more and more as he took in every little thing. His own places had never said much about him—professionally decorated, empty and minimal. This, though, felt like walking straight into Oliver’s heart. Liam let his fingertips drift dazedly along the top of the bookcase.<br /><br />He set the guitar up in the corner and, desperate to not seem [i]too[/i] eager to touch Ollie again, offered him the fragrant purple cigarette instead. “Love these,” he said. “Love everyone, too, even the weird bloke. Though obviously I’ll take your side in any flatmate disbutes I’m unaware of...”<br /><br />There was no point anymore. He lurched forward to wrap an arm around Oliver’s waist and kiss him slowly, lingering to breathe in the smell of sweat and liquor on his skin. “[i]Merlin,[/i] I’ve been missing you,” he moaned. He jerked his head toward the single little window over the City of Lights. “I’d have come even without the view.”<br /><br />[url=http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=25684]@Oliver Rigby[/url] ', 'xx', 280, 1, 3),

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(1000867616, 166911, 25660, 1000867616, 'Re: midnight in paris [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', '', 1570941735, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', 'Liam took the cigarette back and stuck it between his teeth with a grin. Whatever was in it was starting to make him feel pleasantly light—and especially romantic, possibly, but that could have just been Paris or the man in his arms. [i]Good Lord.[/i] His smile faltered awkwardly. Even with the city and the sweet smoke and the lingering taste of Oliver’s tongue, he couldn’t quite let go of how much fun his friends would make of him if they knew he’d just thought something so dreadfully saccharine.<br /><br />He breathed out his smoke where Ollie had stepped away, and smiled again in amusement. “Ah, Simone,” he said. “She took it pretty well, I thought. At least—I’ve seen worse. But don’t worry. I always love to meet a fan.”<br /><br />Liam paused to take another drag. “Honestly, I’m glad you aren’t one,” he said. “You know?” Obviously Ollie didn’t know, not yet, but it seemed like a reasonable enough feeling. “It’s...different.” Felt more real, he meant to say. Nearly every woman he’d ever brought home had been attracted to him as a [i]Banshee[/i] first and a man second, if ever. He’d always been a man to Oliver. A rich and well-connected man, albeit—but himself. He hadn’t realized how much he’d needed that until he’d found it.<br /><br />Liam glanced back to the dresser where Ollie was watching him, and gave him an affectionate quirk of the lips that he hoped some of that came across in.<br /><br />He’d hung up his cloak downstairs, so he dragged Oliver’s duvet off the bed and wrapped it around his shoulders before leaning out into the chilly February night. Zero impressive Parisian monuments were visible, of course. But the city itself was magical enough for the view to still feel monumental. He couldn’t wait to wake up here and see it in the dawn.<br /><br />“How’d you end up someplace like this?” asked Liam, still marveling. He laughed. “How didn’t [i]I[/i]?”', 'xx', 280, 1, 3),

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(1000867732, 166911, 25660, 1000867732, 'Re: midnight in paris [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1571294137, '73.239.119.10', 1, 1571295747, 'Emily', 'Liam finally turned away from the window, sitting casually back against the sill. “You really are,” he said warmly. “Well-connected, I mean. Don’t lose that when you get big.” He smiled thoughtfully. “Keep in touch with [i]ma chérie Simone[/i]. And whoever else here you don’t hate.” Liam hadn’t had very many non-famous friends in the last several years, and he hadn’t realized for a long time how much he’d have liked that. There’d really only been Ioan. He considered bringing him up as an example, but he couldn’t possibly find a reason to bring himself or Ollie down.<br /><br />He chuckled quietly after a second. [i]Merlin[/i]. Wide-eyed Oliver hanging on his every word made Liam feel an obligation to constantly dispense wisdom—even worse, he made it [i]easy[/i].<br /><br />Thankfully, Ollie distracted them and picked up his guitar. “Too keen to wait for tomorrow, hm?” said Liam, grinning. He wrapped himself more snugly in the comforter in anticipation. “I hope you’ve been getting sleep, mate.” If it had been him, he knew he wouldn’t. They’d recorded the first Banshee demo overnight in a vacant studio, with days of sleepless nights before. Surely not a healthy work ethic, but he could feel it was one he and Oliver shared. <br /><br />They’d get some sleep tonight, he’d make sure of it. Liam nodded, with an flippant little flick of his fingers reminiscent of an director asking the cast to run it again from the top. “Play on, sir.” <br /><br />Most of the time he liked to think he could imagine Ollie’s voice in his head, but every time he started to play Liam was startled to discover he’d forgotten how rich it was, how lush. Like an old-timey wizard crooner had discovered rock and roll.&nbsp; Liam nodded vaguely along, the airiness from the purple smoke making an odd contrast to this familiar song that felt like been enveloped in warm molasses. The mysterious end grew nearer and Ollie had finally found a key change that worked. Liam dropped his head back with a soft sigh. It was a song he could see some kid playing over and over in their bedroom, memorizing, anticipating the last verse—and that was how he thought a first album ought to feel. Like the kid finally getting to have a voice.<br /><br />“And you’re [i]sure[/i] you understand how many schoolgirls are gonna fancy you?” said Liam seriously around the cigarette. He puffed on it, considering, before continuing. “You know—judging from experience.” The experience of being fancied by a mob of adoring fans, of course, and the experience of being entranced by Ollie Rigby himself.<br /><br />Under Oliver’s intent gaze, Liam couldn’t last two seconds until he cracked a smile again. “Got any more, then?” He eyed the liquor bottle that had just been unearthed from nowhere. “Got something else, it looks like.”', 'xx', 280, 1, 3);

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(1000867806, 166911, 25660, 1000867806, 'Re: midnight in paris [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1571554769, '73.239.119.10', 1, 0, '', 'Liam’s eyes followed Ollie’s to the threshhold, panicked. He’d forgotten in all his romantic bullshit to put an imperturbable charm on the door, or even to [i]lock[/i] it. “Would she really listen in?” he asked, far more quietly in a hissed whisper. “She’s not out there, or hasn’t got one of those Weasley ears? Can’t tell you how many of those I’ve had to stomp on—“ He took out his wand, and paused. If there was anyone in the hall, they’d notice him charming the door, and that was a brilliant way to look like there was something to hide. “Maybe I should sleep in the front room,” he wondered aloud. It would ruin a good sixty percent of his reason for coming. But did he trust Simone not to immediately tell all her closest friends he came to stay in her fit queer roommate’s bedroom? Absolutely not. It’d only be jokes, if that, and there’d been any number of jokes made about Banshee’s masculine bond. Liam wasn’t really shagging Charlie or Sam, though. This was a hundred times more nerve-wracking.<br /><br />He knew Ollie was sort of bemused by his insistence that [i]they[/i] remain secret. Was willing to respect it, in a sweetly Hufflepuff way, but still didn’t get why Liam was so worked up about it. This bothered Liam. Only, possibly, because he couldn’t give a good reason not to be open either. His parents wouldn’t have been pleased but obviously Liam didn’t give a fuck, the fans would probably welcome it, even the band might not be too weird about it eventually. But it’d be different. They’d all think he was different, treat him differently, and for some reason this struck some primal, fearful chord in him. He didn’t want to be someone different than the man he’d spent the last decade becoming. Liam didn’t know why that man meant so much to him. But he did.<br /><br />He gazed at Oliver, now sitting on the edge of the bed with the guitar he’d been playing himself not ten minutes ago. If he’d been smart Liam wouldn’t have let himself get here at all. But there had been nothing he could do to hold back. Not from that earnest determination and admiration and free-spirited joy and that voice and those lips and that stupid heartache he got now when they were too far to touch.<br /><br />Fuck it. Before Ollie began to sing, Liam flicked his wand toward the door once, then again. The lock slid shut and the invisible barrier around the door shimmered for a moment before settling. [i]My word against yours, ma chérie.[/i]<br /><br />Ollie beamed at him and Liam couldn’t help beaming back, so forcefully his cheeks ached. Pride swelled in his chest. It threatened to burst as he thought he saw the shimmer of a tear in Ollie’s eye. Liam chuckled fondly. If it had been anyone else he’d have made fun, but he was too besotted by now to find it anything but sweet. Besides, Ollie was too busy making fun of him. “Alright,” said Liam, exhaling his last puff of smoke with a rueful laugh. “I reckon schoolboys must be getting a bit more open-minded than they were in my day.”&nbsp; He’d never been sure whether the difference between him and Oliver was generational, or personal, or both. He didn’t care to dwell on it. “You’re a dead heartthrob, is the point.” <br /><br />Liam vanished the cigarette and tossed the duvet aside, relishing the creak of the bedsprings as he climbed slowly over Oliver to sit across his lap. With a flourish, he took the proffered bottle. “Oh, does it?” he replied, playing along before lifting it to his lips. “I’d have been expecting credit anyway, you know. [i]Liam Thompson — Mentor[/i]. No—“ He plucked at a couple strings of the guitar he’d pushed up Ollie’s chest. “—[i]Muse[/i].”', 'xx', 280, 1, 3),

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(1000867895, 166911, 25660, 1000867895, 'Re: midnight in paris [ollie]', 'Liam Thompson', 'liamthompson@2p-mail.com', 1571893433, '73.239.119.10', 1, 1571895913, 'Emily', 'Was he trying to do too much? “Maybe a little, I guess,” admitted Liam, but with a nonchalant toss of his head. “For some people. But there’s nothing wrong with a bit of maximalism, I don’t think.” Affectionately, he cupped Ollie’s chin in one hand and scratched his thumb against one scruffy cheek. “You’ve got to be decisive. Make a call, and then if people don’t like it, you listen to the ones who do.” [i]Easy for you to say,[/i] he could hear before Ollie said anything, and it wasn’t wrong. There [i]was[/i] a lot more on the line without an established fanbase. Liam gave him a tight half-smile. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Won’t always work, obviously. But at least it’s better than getting nowhere.”<br /><br />He slid off to Ollie’s side to lie on the bed beside him, and propped himself up on an elbow. Liam had been too wrapped up in the city and the attention and the funny drugs to find a good place to slip in his actual news, and he’d been well on his way to forgetting about it entirely. Thankfully he’d led his train of thought back to that direction before it’d altogether derailed. They could shag [i]after[/i] he said it. <br /><br />Liam took another sip of whiskey first. “Speaking of,” he began, too casual. “I’ve talked to my label.” After how last time had gone, and after spending some more time with Ollie outside letters, he’d wanted to say this in person. “They’re interested.” He dropped his arm and flopped down onto the mattress, rolling his head over to watch Ollie’s face for any sign of nervousness. <br /><br />“You ready to try charming some strangers again?” he asked. “Or is it too soon?” With a soft chuckle, he grinned across the bed. “I promise not to invite any old flames this time, if that’s what put you off.”', 'xx', 280, 1, 3);

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Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #57 on: March 23, 2020, 01:20:28 AM »
100% based on my own selfishness, fee if you get the chance to unearth those gems (above) will owe ya
because who doesn't like to reread their own best threads back in full


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Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #58 on: March 26, 2020, 03:25:22 AM »
((Takes  a deep breath))  If I can get my shipper Post back.... it had a Diagram of all my posts... Other wise  I will have to research them all ><.
1000861449 x

Also Can you unlock this topic so I can repost the archived posts? X It is one of the few I kept.

Shall I worry about finish posts? Will I not get credit for school year without finding them?

My char Korrine Ollivander is missing a lot from her sheet.  Were Char effected too?

Also Can you unlock this topic so I can repost the archived posts?: x


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Re: [Announcement] Server Issues Update
« Reply #59 on: March 26, 2020, 03:44:16 AM »
((Takes  a deep breath))  If I can get my shipper Post back.... it had a Diagram of all my posts... Other wise  I will have to research them all ><.
1000861449 x

Also Can you unlock this topic so I can repost the archived posts? X It is one of the few I kept.

Shall I worry about finish posts? Will I not get credit for school year without finding them?

I've unlocked that thread for you, let me know if there's any issue with it. You can check the tracker posts in this thread to see if you still have posts to do for age-ups, but we are counting posts that were lost even if they haven't been recovered.

Hope this helps!!


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