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  2. Perseus Bloodworth

    4 - The Absence Thread

  3. Eloise Kohler-Reed

    5 - The "I've Returned" Thread

    Molly, Eloise and Cosette are back!
  4. Yesterday
  5. Libby Vernon

    4 - The Absence Thread

    Traveling to see family for Easter! I’m going to try to get caught up before I disappear today.
  6. Last week
  7. Aurora Landvik

    5 - The "I've Returned" Thread

    Rhys & Rora are back and posting
  8. Ainsley Aldridge

    4 - The Absence Thread

    Extending my absence because my computer is broken and I have to send it in for repairs or get a new one.
  9. Maren Finch

    2 - Your Hogwarts Letter (and how you got it)

    Maren had been up for ages by the time Hudson Finch had appeared in her door, dark eyes squinted behind newly acquired glasses as the preteen attempted to read in the dim light of the storm. She had been far too comfortable to crawl out of bed that dreary morning to turn on the light. Instead, Maren had pulled the curtains open as far as she could from her position and pulled her book off of the nightstand, where she got lost in the world of C.S. Lewis for the tenth time that week. "Good morning, Hobbit," Hudson smiled, flicking the light switch up and chuckling a little as Maren jumped. "I believe the eye doctor told you no more reading in the dark. Birthday or not." Rolling her eyes, Maren looked over the rim of her glasses at her jovial father before quietly folding over the corner of the page she was reading. "I wouldn't have been reading in the dark if you hadn't taken my flashlight away." Shifting in the bed, Maren turned to look up at her father as she closed her book, a little smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Besides, there's light outside." Not a whole lot of it, but there was some. Hudson could only shake his head at his daughter. Maren was every bit as stubborn as he had been as a child, plus a little of her mother's snark thrown in just because. Standing straighter, he looked around the girl's messy bedroom and could only shake his head at the photo album sticking out from the bottom corner of her mattress. So that's where that had ended up, just like it had the year previous. "We'll talk about your flashlight later," Hudson finally started, watching as Maren slipped her book underneath her pillow. "But, right now we're late for breakfast. Nell and Soren were expecting us at Joe's a half hour ago." Storm or no storm, it was tradition for the Finches and the Dudley's to have breakfast at Joe's Cafe when one of the children was celebrating a birthday. Groaning, Maren flopped back into the pillows. It was her birthday and the last thing she wanted to do was go out in the rain. "Okay," she sighed, dragging out the middle syllables as long as she could before Hudson was giving her The Look. "Fine." Opening his mouth to reprimand his child, Hudson was interrupted by a knock at their front door. "Ten minutes," he said, arching a brow at her as the girl shoved the covers off and dragged her bony body out of bed, "and we have to leave." Closing the door a little behind him - because he knew privacy was a big thing for his kid - Hudson turned in the direction of the door. Who in the world could have been knocking this early on a Monday? Better yet, who in their right mind would be standing out in this rain? The knob was practically humming in his hand and Hudson had to take a second before he finally opened the door, dark brows furrowed together at the sight before him. The man was rather portly, with a bright smile and a bushy mustache. Flaming red hair peeked out from underneath a rather worn bowler hat and his tweed jacket didn't quite fit him very well. "Excuse me," the man said, head tilting a little to the left, "is Maren Finch at home? I've come to speak with her about Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." "What?" Maren had come up behind her father, head peering around his elbow at the man. "What's that?" Briefly, a letter appeared in the man's hands before it was shifted to Maren's possession. Bright green script marred the perfect surface of the parchment. Maren E.S. Finch Bedroom closest to the ocean. Brighton. "What's Hogwarts?"
  10. Cormac McCullough

    5 - The "I've Returned" Thread

    Still slow, but Cormac and Nataniel are back.
  11. Elias Roy

    4 - The Absence Thread

    Super busy since my exams started last Friday so will be in and out, priority going to workies and mandatories!
  12. Ripley Bryants

    4 - The Absence Thread

    Posting for a friend!
  13. Maren Finch

    1 - Character Roll Call

    Character Name: Maren Finch Have you read and understood the rules of this board?: Yes Will you wait for your Roll Call post to be approved BEFORE posting your letter? Of course! Character Face: Zendaya Coleman Character Masterlist Entry: Coleman, Zendaya - Maren Finch ----------- 200 words (minimum) on family history: For as long as Maren Finch can remember, it has just been her and Hudson in their small Brighton apartment. Originally from the Southern United States, Maren's father relocated to the United Kingdom - more specifically, London - when he was in his early twenties. Recently graduated, he'd accepted a position as an assistant teacher for one of the small all boys schools in the heart of London. As the youngest child and only son of a small town dentist and librarian, Hudson settled into the hustle and bustle of the city with a little difficulty - but nothing he found he couldn't handle. A few years of adjustments and bachelorhood later and Hudson found himself - quite literally - running into Melise Horne. After awkwardly picking himself - and her - up off of the ground where they'd landed in a pile of romantic comedy-like limbs, he'd introduced himself and offered to buy her a cup of coffee. She refused and insisted on being the one to pay, after all, it was her fault that she'd walked into him! (At least, that's how Hudson told the story whenever Maren asked how he met her mother.) It never ceased to amaze Maren, watching her father tell the story; she could literally see him falling in love with her mother every time he told it to her. They were together long enough for Hudson to accept a teaching position at Brighton and Hove High School in Brighton, where they moved into a small apartment complex - the same one that Maren and her father live in to this day. Not long after they had settled into their new routines, Melise discovered that she was pregnant. Truth be told, Hudson was terrified out of his mind, but he couldn't have been more excited to be a father. He had only assumed that Melise felt the same way. It was a stormy night when Melise went into labor, and early in the morning on August 27th Maren Elpis Sybella Finch was born. It was a surprise to nearly everyone in their little community when Melise up and vanished by the time Maren was six months old, as if she hadn't existed to begin with. Utterly heartbroken, Hudson had a rough time of it for the first few years of Maren's life. Juggling a newborn and a relatively new career was tough, but somehow he managed. Years have passed, and while their little apartment may seem small and cramped, Maren wouldn't trade it for anything in the world; even though it feels like a part of her is missing. Existing familial relationships to on board characters: None. 100 words (minimum) on personality: Described as overly inquisitive and bossy at times, Maren Finch is a child that knows what she wants. Like her father, if she'd not busy daydreaming, she's got her nose in a book and is trying to learn everything the world has to offer her. She can be rather blunt at times and has been known time-and-time again to put her foot in her mouth, especially when her temper gets the best of her. Independent to nearly a fault, Maren would much rather stumble a million times than ask anyone for help - especially when it's been offered and she's already turned it down. That being said, she's had to learn the hard way when to admit that she's wrong. She can be a little hard to warm up to at first, but underneath her rather rough exterior is a little girl who wants nothing more than to know why she wasn't good enough for her mother to stick around.
  14. Governor Mac

    Short Offline Time Today

    And all of the badges should now be fixed, though some individual accounts are still coming up with odd 'missing image' links or extra badges that shouldn't be there. Now if you have issues with badges, you may post in the Ask the Staff (first person start a new topic, then anyone else can just jump on that one topic). Thanks for the patience!
  15. Governor Daisy

    Short Offline Time Today

    And an update! It's been a few hours, and I'm about halfway through! It is time for me to get some sleep, but this will continue tomorrow. All shops badges, badges whose titles are between the letters A-H, and DE/Order badges are complete. Badges whose first letter begins with I-Z will happen later. I'm aware that some members have been granted both a managerial promotion AND retirement. What a time to be alive, my friends. That too, will be fixed once badges are up and running again.
  16. Governor Daisy

    Short Offline Time Today

    And we are back! Read this carefully! You may notice that panel badges are missing. I have to re-add them manually, so do not be alarmed; it is time consuming work, and from what I can tell, the only thing that got muddled up in the upgrade, which is why we are opening the board up now. Please do not PM me about missing badges until AFTER I post that I have completed re-adding them! If you notice other errors around the board, please post in Ask the Staff - if you are unable to post in the forum, please send me an email, which I'll answer when I can! Thank you guys, for all your patience! Spam dates have been extended by 1 day to account for shutdown, and London will be open 1 extra day.
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  18. Governor Daisy

    Short Offline Time Today

    Hi all, Today, Becca will be upgrading us to a newer version of the invision software. At that time, we will go offline for a few hours. See you soon!
  19. Aaren Byrd

    2 - Your Hogwarts Letter (and how you got it)

    Aaren felt the warmth of her breath against her firmly clasped hands. She felt the cold, harsh nature of the floorboards digging into her felt-covered knees, the thick, cheap mattress seams burrowing into her forearms, and the soft trickle of slow blood circulation to her naked toes. She felt her unbrushed hair in heavy chunks onto her shoulders, and the hot sun beating onto the back of her overlarge sleep-shirt. More than anything, however, Aaren felt happy. It was a beautiful Saturday, and as she finished her heartfelt morning prayer, she opened her eyes to the beautiful baby blue walls of her shared bedroom and pulled herself up. Something wonderful would happen today: she could just feel it. Her mother always told her that instinct was God's way of preparing someone for pain or wonder. Aaren sat back onto her bed, reaching into her nearby drawer to pick out a pair of warm slippers. As she did so, she glanced over to her older sister Gabrielle, who was still praying, and rolled her eyes. Aaren knew it was wrong to feel anything but love and respect for her older family members, but she couldn't help sometimes - Gabrielle always seemed to need to be a bit better than her no matter what. They were the closest in age of the whole family, with their eldest brother Daniel being five whole years older than Gabrielle and six years older than Aaren herself, and the youngest Joshua being the family miracle, only five years old at this time - coming after doctors had told their mother it was unlikely she would be able to conceive again. Maybe that was why Gabrielle always needed to prove herself in comparison to Aaren: they were the only girls, and they were around the same age, who else would their parents compare? And if Aaren was honest, she felt it too. it frustrated her that Gabrielle was a better catholic, a better student, a better cleaner... Aaren even thought she was much prettier. The only thing Aaren had on Gabrielle was her physical activity, and honestly, that was probably a downside: their mum always told Aaren that she needed to be more feminine. Today though? It didn't matter that Gabrielle made sure to pray a full thirty seconds longer than her: Aaren had a prophecy. A belly filled with joy to share, and as she was done putting on her slippers, she bolted downstairs without much more than a quick and muffled "'Mornin' Gabbie!" to her sister. Upon arriving downstairs though, her energy quickly fell. Her Mother was holding a letter, a horrified, scared and confused look on her face. "Aaren!? Is this your great idea of a prank? What is a school for witchcraft and wizardry? Is this funny to you?" Aaren had absolutely no idea what this was about, but she felt herself swallow her heart in her stomach. Her instinct was wrong.
  20. Ainsley Aldridge

    4 - The Absence Thread

    got a busy week at school so I just want to be prepared!
  21. Aurora Landvik

    4 - The Absence Thread

    holiday
  22. Aaren Byrd

    1 - Character Roll Call

    Character Name: Aaren Byrd Have you read and understood the rules of this board?: Yes! Will you wait for your Roll Call post to be approved BEFORE posting your letter? Of course! Character Face: Jessie Paege Character Masterlist Entry: Paege, Jessie - Aaren Byrd ----------- 200 words (minimum) on family history: The Byrd family is a very conservative, middle class muggle family of four. Aaren's two older siblings (Daniel and Gabrielle) are both muggles, enrolled in a well-regarded catholic secondary school after being homeschooled through primary by their mother - the sweet, yet misguided and often overbearing Judith Byrd. Their father, Lucas Byrd, is a strict, somewhat cold, yet not overtly unfair man who works as a mathematics teacher in the catholic secondary school attended by the eldest children of the family. The family is tightly knit and have always had decisive ideas for the futures of their children - much like their parents before them, they were expected to attend Oxford university after secondary school, and follow through a career path which the Byrds find acceptable. Therefore, the news of Aaren's magical nature came as shocking confusing and incredibly unpleasant news for the family. They no longer feel comfortable around Aaren, and believe her magical nature to be evil or wrong in some way, and hope that she will chose to return towards the Byrd family path once she has graduated Hogwarts. They are doing everything in their power to ensure that their daughter returns to them with the same ideas, aspirations and values, including writing to her every single day. Unfortunately for Aaren, however, they are mostly uninterested in learning about magic, which leaves the young witch unsure of how to respond to many of their messages. Existing familial relationships to on board characters: N/A 100 words (minimum) on personality: Aaren is a sweet, enthusiastic and kind, yet misguided and easily frightened young girl. Her mother's fearful approach to life has left a huge impact on Aaren, who therefore approaches everything with a huge degree of caution despite her curious nature. Aaren isn't very social, and generally feels most at home in nature, with plants and animals. She becomes nervous when she must be indoors for long periods of time, or when she must be in crowds or around large amounts of strangers. She is confused and scared by the discovery of her abilities, and is apprehensive about the idea of spending time around witches and wizards. At the age of eleven, she hopes more than anything to simply return to her normal life once she finishes Hogwarts.
  23. Eloise Kohler-Reed

    4 - The Absence Thread

    I have a couple of assignments due that I need to focus on over the next few days, so posting will be sporadic to non-existent till they're complete.
  24. Breanna Reid

    2 - Your Hogwarts Letter (and how you got it)

    There was a mountain of books that were left opened in random pages in the study. Daciana Reid frowned at the sight of it. She only knew one child who would do this. Her granddaughter had yet again decided to explore her shelves. It wouldn’t have really mattered, especially since the little girl only wanted to learn and perhaps quench her thirst for knowledge, but the amount of unfinished books only kept piling up. The lady of the house shook her head and called for the elf to clean up the mess. She had news for the girl. Daciana found the girl in her siblings’ room. “Breanna. Come to the study, please.” The old lady said once she spotted the young girl. Breanna, who was lying on her stomach, flipping through a photo album, slowly stood up and turned to her grandmother, “Yes, grandma?” She asked, as she dusted the front of her dress. Breanna knew what she did and there were going to be consequences. “Ooh, Bree’s in troubleee!” One of her siblings taunted. Breanna only stuck her tongue out at the younger before following her grandmother to the study. “Am I getting punished, grandma?” She asked softly, fidgeting over the hems of her sleeves. Her grandmother made no comment as they continued down the hall. It made her all the more antsy. When they reached the study, all the books were back in their respective shelves and on the study table lay a thin envelop, bearing the insignia of the school Breanna only heard stories about. “Is that...?” She began as she approached the table and examined the flimsy piece of paper. “It’s too light. Maybe it’s a rejection letter, grandma...” She muttered as she glared at the envelop. “Why don’t you see for yourself, dearie?” And she did. She opened the letter and quickly searched for the only words that mattered. “Grandma! I’m going to Hogwarts just like daddy!”
  25. Breanna Reid

    1 - Character Roll Call

  26. Aaren Byrd

    1 - Character Roll Call

  27. Kip Blackburn

    2 - Your Hogwarts Letter (and how you got it)

    Reading, Berkshire on a Saturday afternoon was a lovely sight. The sun cascaded down on the little town bringing with it the warmth of a mild summer day. Little Kip Blackburn tromped his way back up the secret trail that led to his lair in the trees. Blue shorts were caked with mud, his fair blonde hair had taken on a very literal dirty blonde look, and one of his red sneakers had buried itself so deep in the creek bank that he and his friends had been unable to excavate the poor shoe no matter how many sticks they shoved into the muck. Kip made it to the white picket fence of the Blackburn home. Ignoring the gate only two steps away, the boy shoved the one remaining brown and red sneaker in between fence posts and hoisted himself over with a satisfied grunt. "Mum!" he cried out, shaking his surviving shoes off of his foot and peeling the browned socks from his feet, "I lost my trainer! Can you bring me a towel?" Kip plopped his dirty backside right down on the brick step and began to flick off the bits of mud that were caked to the top of his knees. When Mrs. Blackburn didn't respond in what Kip thought of as a perfectly reasonable time, the boy shouted once more, "Mum! I'm stuck in the backyard! Help!" That would get her running for sure. It didn't. Ten minutes of picking at skin covered dirt left the youngest Blackburn rather bored. Huffing, as young boys sometimes do, Kip stomped across the trimmed yard to the garden hose. Several minutes and an overabundance of water usage later, Kip decided he had cleaned enough to avoid his mother's wrath when he walked in the back door. The eleven year old boy gingerly opened the door, not quite as confident with his cleaning job as he had been moments before, and looked to make sure neither of his parents were standing in the kitchen ready to scold him. He was safe. The house was empty and a yellow note was sticking to the refrigerator door that read "Out Walking Back Later". A sigh of relief escaped the boy and he rewarded his superior sneaking skills with a can of cola and hopped up on the bar stool behind him. Drops of water descended from his soaked shorts onto the laminate floor below. Kip had the can tipped back and was chugging it as fast as the carbonation would allow when he noticed a letter on the counter with his name on it. "Hogwarts?" the boy questioned, reaching out and grabbing the envelope, "What's a Hogwarts?" Placing his cola down with a clink, the boy ripped into the envelope, an invitation to the magic that he would soon discover.
  28. Pollux Prewett

    2 - Your Hogwarts Letter (and how you got it)

    Polly was in the treehouse when she saw Henry arrive with the post at the kitchen window, his speckled brown wing's spread wide at the conclusion of his long flight. She watched as he folded in on himself and waited patiently at the edge of mum's overgrown geraniums, now tangled so high that Willow would have to be right on top of the sink to notice poor Henry behind the lot of baby pink flowers. As he waited for attention, the owl began to pace back and forth, back and forth, in front of the cottage shutters. From the treehouse, Polly could just barely hear her older sister's laughter as it piqued and faded, every so often intermingled with one of the other thirteen-year-olds from down the road. Walter Morris, she knew his name was, or Wally as Polly heard Rowan affectionately call him when she thought her little sister was just out of earshot - or, maybe she just didn't care that Polly wasn't, because she didn't expect Polly to do anything about it and of course, she didn't. Only an hour ago she'd been trailing the two of them as they considered sneaking down to the centre of town for chocolates to stuff in their pockets, and when Polly had piped up to point out they'd be late for Sunday supper, which they absolutely positively resolutely could not miss, they'd banished her to do whatever it is that babies do. Rowan calling her a baby didn't really surprise her. Baby - the age-old, time-tested, true indication of ridiculous behaviour shown by any eleven-year-old, or maybe just Pollux. She wasn't sure. It was times like these that she wished she could talk to Freddie instead, because he would have never made her feel silly Walter Morris calling her a baby upset her, but Freddie wasn’t much of an option these days either. She missed her big brother and his messy hair and his cat, Felix. She missed his laughter and the way he would nick her chin when she was pouting. But he was a grown up now and, as grown ups regularly told her, he was much too busy making a living to be living. “Polly, where are you?” Her chin having been resting on the slightly chipping banister, Polly sat up immediately when she heard her mum's soft voice, carried to her as if on the wind. She'd missed her walking outside; instead, she'd been focusing on the image of Wally and Rowan, all tangled up on the far side of the cottage, taking turns rolling down the hill and dead grass getting caught in Rowan's loose, messy locks. Polly had felt utterly silly rolling and stopping, rolling and stopping every few feet behind them, but she hadn't anyone to push her beyond the dips in the ground, so she'd had to restart. Now, she looked toward the cottage shutters and noticed Henry was gone, possibly indoors enjoying a treat after his trek. Brown eyes flickered to her mum, where stood with a delicate hand shielding her soft, round face. Polly started to scoot herself toward the slide, even before her mum beckoned her down. "Come wash up for dinner, Polls," her mum said, taking her hand loosely in her cold one. They turned toward the cottage, and even around her mum's swelling belly ("Even the baby runs faster than you," Rowan had teased exasperatedly just hours earlier, as if that even made sense), she could see the folded envelope in her mother's other hand. "There's a surprise for you in the kitchen."
  29. Weston Underwood

    2 - Your Hogwarts Letter (and how you got it)

    "Wes, can you get the mail? I need to get this plate out into the dining room." His grandmothers words pulled Weston from the fruit he was trying to cut the gross bits out of, his eyes darting to the window where two owls were waiting. Getting the mail was not one of his favorite chores considering the family owl tended to nip at fingers and all visiting owls liked to try to see if they could get away from it as well. But he couldn't say no to Granny so he marched over to the window above the sink and pulled it open. Easton, the family owl dove straight through into the house, dropped the mail on the floor, and then went at Wes' toast. "You've got terrible manners." He scolded, but he didn't make to stop the bird. Not when there was a mystery owl at the window with another letter. He had a good feeling about what it was and he could feel excitement bubbling in his stomach. "Lets see." He carefully handed the owl a treat from the container on the counter and then untied the letter, gasping as he took in the large wax Hogwarts seal. With the carelessness of an eleven year old he ripped the whole thing wide open, a grin crossing his face as he took in the contents of the letter. "I'm going to Hogwarts!" He yelled, his voice loud enough to be heard all throughout the house.
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