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  1. Yesterday
  2. Zara Mackinnon

    4 - The Absence Thread

  3. Elise Newick

    4 - The Absence Thread

    Someone I know is going into surgery tomorrow and I want to be there for them! I'll be back Friday.
  4. Last week
  5. Tiffany Neil

    5 - The "I've Returned" Thread

    Tiffany Neil, Eli Ringhiare, and Niklaus Ringhiare are back.
  6. Ruthie Hayes

    1 - Character Roll Call

  7. Ruthie Hayes

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

    A tattered and worn blanket spread across the grass, Ruthie lay on top of it as she reads one of the rare books in her home. The sun beating on her, Ruthie swung her legs back and forth as she flipped the to the next page. She didn’t really know what the book was about, the cover was so faded you could barely see the title. However, that didn’t matter to her. All she wanted was to read something different. Ruthie Hayes, the girl with no middle name, had read every book that she could find in the small, run down cottage, but not this one. The book she was current looking at was tucked away underneath the couch in the living room. How it got there, she didn’t know, but when Ruth had found it earlier that morning, she snatched it up and decided it was a good day to go outside and read. The weather was just perfect for it. As she flipped the next page, Ruthie screamed when an owl came swooping down and dropped a letter on top of her book. “What’s that?” She asked curiously, ignoring her book for the first time ever and turned her attention to the envelope that was now in front of her. It had her address on it, like a normal envelope and her name. Ruthie Hayes never got mail, she never got a single letter in her life. Until now, that was. She flipped it over to open it, but what was on the back was something Ruthie had never seen before. To be perfectly honest, she was a little scared by it. Not knowing what was in the contents of the letter, Ruthie got up from her blanket, abandoned her book and ran for the cottage. Little did she know what was inside that envelope was an invitation to a whole new world of opportunities.
  8. Ruthie Hayes

    1 - Character Roll Call

  9. Noah Price

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

    Noah's eyes snapped open and immediately the ceiling fan began to blur into view. Groggily, he rubbed his eyes to try and adjust to the light that was flaring in from outside of his window, he must have left his blinds open last night without realizing it. As he wiped the sleep out of his eyes he, with tremendous effort, tried to recall the dream he was having just before he awoke. The terrible things with dreams was that more often than not, for Noah, he could not remember them. He would often times suffer through the bore of listening to others tell of their dreams and all of the amazing things that happened in them all while he tried to fit in by making up his own dreams in line with what they were saying. He had complained to his mother about his inability to recall his own dreams and she said if he focused on them when he first woke up, then maybe, he would be able to remember them. But so far, he was not able to, but he knew the one he had this last night had been spectacular. Sitting up, still rubbing his eyes, he threw his feet over the side of his bed and they made a light clunking noise against the ground. For a moment he sat there, trying in vain to remember, but he eventually gave up and stood up to put on some clothes. He preferred sleeping in nothing but his underwear, he ran a little hot, and if he slept with clothes on then his curly blonde hair would be stained with sweat when he woke up. Approaching the closet, he lifted his arms to see if any hair was growing yet, and to his frustration it was still as smooth as the day before. He lowered his arms and he sighed before grabbing a plain grey shirt and a pair of jeans followed by his cool, new, black and red sneakers his father had bought for him only a week prior. "NOAH, BREAKFAST!" His mother called up to him and he quickly pulled his shoes on without tying them and sprinted down the stairs. "You really should tie your shoes before coming down the stairs like that," His mother chided as he sat down at the table eyeballing the plate she had made for him. Two eggs, a slice of sizzling bacon, and two sausages were on the plate and instantly his mouth began to water. "You'll trip and end up with another black eye." She sat the plate down in front of him and he quickly began to dig in. "I got good balance!" Noah said through a mouth full of eggs as he was shoveling another bite into his mouth. "I have good balance," His mother corrected as she put down a glass of orange juice next to him. "Also, don't talk with your mouth full. It is rude." She smiled and gave him a pat on the head before she sat down to eat her own meal. "You have good balance also?" He said with a curious look on his face. She chuckled slightly and then began to eat. The following few minutes were quite uneventful as he ate his food as quickly as possible. A few reminders to slow down, telling him to eat with his mouth closed, and his father speaking about how work was getting crazy this time of year. He did not exactly understand what his father did, but he knew he wore a suit every day, and when he came home he always seemed exhausted. "Oh, by the way, a letter came for you Noah." His father leaned back in his chair and grabbed a rather ornately decorated envelope and handed it over to Noah who took it and stared at it curiously. "Hogwarts?" Noah said as he stared at the blood red seal and quickly tore into it. His eyes read over the letter multiple times before he looked up to his parents. "Is this a joke? What is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy?" His parents shared a confused look before they took the letter from his hands and read over it. Almost as if on queue, a knock on the door came, and on the other side was a rather mysteriously dressed man. Noah was completely unaware of how his life was about to change.
  10. Helena Dawes

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

    There was nothing out of the ordinary on the morning of 12 February. It was cold, of course, but not rainy. Cloudy, but not overly grey. Helena had woken up early that day—she’d gotten some light reading in, made herself a nice breakfast of leftover porridge and fresh berries, and finished up the pin she was going to wear on her jumper that day. The pin would go against the uniform rules at her school, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. It was a simple thing, just a button that said “Birthday Girl” on it in her neat script. She’d found the button whilst digging around her desk, found that it was blank, and decided to go to town on it. She’d drawn neat little flowers around the words with her fine-tipped markers, and that was that. It was perfect. Even if no one else at school realised that it was her birthday, at least she had this to make her feel a little bit special. She dressed quickly and pinned the button into the wool of her school sweater, smiling softly at her reflection in the mirror that hung on the wall right next to her door. It wasn’t every day that a girl turned eleven, and she would make it as amazing as she could. There was a strange tapping at her window as she straightened out her skirt, but she didn’t think too much of it. Chances were that one of Thomas’s friends was trying to get his attention but had gone to the wrong window. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all. It got more and more annoying with each passing second, however, and Helena huffed before turning on her heel and rushing over to open the window up. “How many times do I have to tell you Jace? You’ve got the wrong—!” Her eyes widened at the sight of an owl with an envelope in its beak, and a small screech escaped her throat as it flew inside. Perhaps her birthday would be a bit more special than she’d anticipated.
  11. Olivia Wright

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

    She’d always associated birthdays with the faint taste of dittany under her tongue. When Olivia pictured growing older, she pictured her knees sticking up from beneath her comforter, forming an easel for her latest sketch. When she was in bed like this, alternating between healing herbs and a cup of Tilly’s tea, her stomach magically settled and birthdays became a time of peace. It was when she was asked to get up that her stomach would begin to roil, sweat beading her forehead. This year was worse than the last few. Olivia sat, pencil poised above her sketchpad, trying to concentrate on her design for a humane gnome trap. Yet every time she was about to press lead to parchment, she imagined she heard the rustling of wings. Of course she would be accepted to Hogwarts. It wasn’t a question. Yet every minute that passed without a letter felt like a stab of confirmation: you’ve not done enough. They don’t want you. It was, of course, absurd. There had never been a squib in the Wright family, and Olivia had shown all the usual signs of a magical future. Once or twice, during a childhood temper tantrum, books had toppled inexplicably off of nearby shelves, punctuating Olivia’s indignant scowls. Once, after a nightmare, Olivia had managed to get into the locked stables and sleep beside her mother’s horse. She’d been found the next morning with hay in her hair and a stuffed dragon tucked beneath her arm. So there was no real reason to expect she wouldn’t receive her letter. Yet until it was in her hand, Olivia couldn’t be quite sure… The rap at her window might as well have been the loud crack of someone apparating right beside her. Olivia tensed, dropping her sketchpad. Slowly, her feet hit the carpeted floor. She inched towards the window, opening it to invite the regal, golden-winged owl into her room. It stretched out a talon---Olivia took the envelope. She didn’t open it. She simply let the owl back out, locked the window, and climbed back into bed. Her fingers traced the silky envelope, the thick wax of the seal. The roiling in her stomach turned into an effervescence in her chest. Olivia lay back. She sipped her tea. Inwardly, she allowed herself a smile.
  12. Helena Dawes

    1 - Character Roll Call

  13. Noah Price

    1 - Character Roll Call

    Character Name: Noah Alexander Price 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? Yes Character Face: Heath Ledger Character Masterlist Entry: Ledger, Heath - Noah Price ----------- 200 words (minimum) on family history: There was nothing extraordinary about Noah's youth. His parents were loving, and while not rich by any means, lived comfortable lives. His father, a businessman, always found time to spend time with his son and his mother, a baker, spoiled her only son daily. He was loved but also not smothered by both of his parents. They encouraged their son to seek out and explore the world and come to his own decisions regarding it. With the long leash given to him by his parents, Noah found that he was especially curious about the world around him, often times staying out until darkness with his friends but always coming home ( With a few exceptions ) when his parents requested him to. However, growing up as an only child, he did have a few obstacles to overcome. His attachment often times turned to jealousy among his friends and he, by proxy of his parents, often wished to be the center of attention. He would often try and steal the spotlight of his friends and would go out of his way to one up whoever had done the coolest thing. For example, if someone jumped from a high rock into a lake, Noah had to find a bigger rock and jump into it to prove that he was better. This often resulted in petty spats around his group of friends. Despite this, he was loyal to them, and spent the bulk of his childhood with the same core group. Born to two muggles, his Hogwarts letter was of great surprise to them, his father being the hardest to convince. He had never considered himself overly special but this was proof that he was and he took to it with ease. His imagination ran wild with what a wizarding life would be like, fantasizing about Hogwarts, and creating stories inside of his head for once he arrived there. His new life was waiting and he intended to approach it with open arms. Existing familial relationships to on board characters: N/A 100 words (minimum) on personality: Noah is very curious and seeks out adventure wherever he can. He is a playful boy and generally has no issues with making friends, however, he can be quite jealous and also tends to bully others into doing what HE wants to do. When he sets his mind to something he will do it whether anyone else around him wants to or not, the consequences can be dealt with later. Despite this, he is loving and caring of others, and he does not actively seek out to hurt others feelings. If someone is in trouble, he will react, and if he sees injustice, he will go out of his way to try and deal with it. His ambitions are important to him and he often has no thoughts of how it will effect those around him, only after the fact would he consider the negative repercussions of what he has done, and he will show remorse if it is a grave transgression. He can be, at times, hot headed and arrogant in the fact that if someone does something he wishes to do the same thing, but better, especially if they are garnering attention with it.
  14. Erasmus Barnes

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

    Magic had always been part of Erasmus' life. And that also meant owls coming in and out at any given time. That was the thing, with parents who worked for the Ministry as researchers: there were always deliveries of new books, old manuscripts, letters from colleagues... They were always receiving various bits of correspondence at home, and much of their work happened at home. In fact, they spent at little time in the halls of the Ministry as they could. And this morning was very much like any other. Owls in, owls out. And Erasmus was deeply buried into a translation of an eight century treatise on the metaphysics of sorcery in southern Poland when a different owl flew in. This one, however, did not land near his parents' desks but instead it made its way deeper into their house in the Welsh countryside and perched itself on top of his own, and it carried a single envelope. That was certainly odd, for no one ever wrote to him. He hardly knew anyone, and if extended family wanted news from him, they got them though his parents. And... it was addressed directly to him. From Hogwarts. "Well, I was expecting that two weeks ago," he said as he popped the wax seal with his thumb, and looked at the wording he knew he would find. And then, after reading it a few times over. He calmly got up from his desk and walked up to the study his parents shared, holding the letter. "Mum, Da? The letter from Hogwarts came."
  15. Olivia Wright

    1 - Character Roll Call

  16. Theodore Bywell

    5 - The "I've Returned" Thread

    Theodore Bywell & Cassius Morgan are back.
  17. Nicholas James

    4 - The Absence Thread

    Posting for a friend! She would like to extend her above noted absence until such time as schoolwork is finished for her!
  18. Frankie Gaulard

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

    The house always seemed smaller on weekends, the entire Gaulard family were crammed into one room. Frankie pushed her cereal across the bowl with her spoon, watching it drown in milk. Her siblings were trying to watch television, but there was no signal - like always. She noticed the TV had a talent for failing to work whenever her father was in the room with them, perhaps so many people interfered with the radio waves. It had recently been Frankie’s birthday, one of the few that her father had attended. He looked alert, constantly checking the roof outside, and tapping at the windows. It only confirmed her suspicions that he was a spy, and that the enemy had bugged their house. That would explain the dodgy telly. Even with dear old Dad, it had been a rubbish day. She only managed to get four presents, and three of them were from her siblings, which meant they made them. Frankie offered each other them an uncomfortable smile, before chucking them under her bed, along with all the other craft rubbish her little brothers and sisters had given her over the years. The next door neighbours had offered to bake a victoria sponge cake, and it tasted foul. Half of it sat nearby, wrapped under a mix of cling film and tin foil. Frankie wrinkled her nose, the smell was still pungent despite the distance between the two. Her mother had decided that enough time had passed, it was time to take down her birthday cards. Frankie said nothing, merely blew out a sigh and looked up at her mother through disappointed eyes. The eleven year old watched her mum with scrutiny, her task was interrupted by the sound of the letterbox. “Strange, who sends post on sundays?” Frankie’s mother commented, eyes darting over to her partner. Frances Gaulard said nothing, only stared at his daughter. He had been doing that a lot lately, Frankie noticed. Cerys returned from the front door moments later, and dropped the letter atop of Frankie’s breakfast. Milk splashed on her clothes and face, lining up with her freckles. She brushed them away with a sleeve already stained before reaching for the soggy letter. Frankie studied it silently, fingertips brushed over the wax seal. “Give me that.” Frances snarled, snatching the paper from his daughter’s grasp. Apparently he had noticed the red seal too. He read the letter once, maybe twice, his face getting redder by the minute. “Merlin’s beard, no. No!” Her father groaned, causing alarm. The younger children giggled, he said the strangest things. “Frank what’s wrong-” Frankie’s mother started, moving towards her partner. Mr. Gaulard stumbled backwards. “It’s her! I thought we were safe...I thought, after your birthday - I thought there was no way!” He cried, making no sense to anyone else in the room. Before Cerys had chance to protest, he pushed the crumpled letter into her hands. “Read it!” “It’s a joke...it has to be.” Her mother laughed nervously. Frankie’s knuckles had turned white, she didn’t take to being left in the dark. She held out her hand, chin raised defiantly. “I want to read it!” Frankie demanded, only to be met with a nervous glance from each parent. “She’s different. All of them are! I should never have stayed...I’ve got to get back, need to get away.” Frances pointed at all of his children, his hands shook violently. “Dad! You can’t leave.” Frankie cried, her siblings murmuring in agreement. “It’s just a hoax, Frank! Someone’s playing a nasty trick...that’s all!” “You want proof?” Frankie’s father asked, his voice loud enough for the street to hear. He stepped backwards, and for a moment the eleven year old thought he might start to laugh. No one had given her the letter, she didn’t know what was happening. Perhaps her Dad was just playing a nasty trick, he had always been known for having a twisted sense of humour. The room was silent, his performance began. Then, with a large crack, Frances Gaulard disappeared into thin air. Cerys screamed. The children jumped back, even Frankie was startled out of her seat. In the midst of all the chaos, the eleven year old snatched the letter out of her mother’s hands - scanning it quickly while she still had the chance. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The small girl started to smile at the realisation - she was a witch...and that had to mean that her father was a wizard.
  19. Beauregard Husher

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

    The twins marching into the room, banging on a 5 gallon bucket snare drums and singing loudly, was what woke Beauregard up on his 11th birthday. It was quite the startling surprise- one that nearly made him wet his bed. He yelled something that sounded like a thanks, I love you as he darted off to the bathroom down the hall from his room. The twin girls, laughing hysterically, merely followed, no rhythm to their banging as they followed their big brother down the hall. Beau sighed loudly at his sisters' antics, but was ultimately grateful that they were so excited to celebrate his day. After all, it was a big day. The boy had experienced various magical episodes throughout his short life, and today was the day that the family would see if Beau would actually be attending Hogwarts or not. Finishing up in the bathroom, Beau was suddenly keenly aware that his sisters' drumming had ceased. Curious as to what had happened with them, and supposing that it had been his parents who finally shooed them away, he opened the door carefully and was surprised to see that they were both standing there still with huge grins on their faces. "What is it?" he asked, looking around. The twins each stepped to one side of the hall and behind them, perched on the window sill at the end of the hall, was an owl with a letter in its mouth looking rather fussed about not being let in yet. Beau gasped and ran to the window, attempting to throw it open, realizing that it was locked, unlocking it, and then throwing it open. The owl dropped the envelope inside the house and waited expectantly. Beau gave a short giggle and gave the owl a quick scritch on the head. "Just a second," he said, as he once more rushed down the hall to his room where he pulled out a cracker he'd not eaten the night before. He hurried back down to the hall and presented the owl with the slightly stale treat, and with a bit of hesitation, the owl accepted the cracker and took flight. The twins had already ran off, banging their drums once more to alert the rest of the household that a letter had arrived for Beau. His parents arrived on the scene just as Beau finally got a good look at it- the green writing was telling and Beau grinned wide as he tore open the envelope and read aloud the letter inside. The family knew then that the gifts they had gotten Beau would pale in comparison to the letter he held in his hands.
  20. Persis Quillan

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

    Persis banged her backpack against her leg rather than wear on her back as intended. She was too intent on getting home as fast as she could to see what surprise her parents had for her. They'd promised something good for her birthday. Better than anything else she'd ever received. Persis. Slow down, her best friend, Dodie complained. Persis rolled her eyes and stopped waiting for Dodie to catch up. "Any reason why you're holding me back?" Persis asked. "You could just come to my house you know? Then we wouldn't have to take as long." She really didn't understand her friend's reluctance to go any further than the edge of the fenceline. They were neighbours yet Dodie refused to take one step further. Her friend wrinkled her nose. No thanks. I'm afraid the roof might collapse on me. She looked up and her frown deepened. What's an owl doing around here at this time of day? Persis looked up and shrugged. How was she meant to know why an owl would be out in daylight? Well, I'd better get inside. Mam was mad the last time I was late in. See you tomorrow? "Of course. Where else would I go? Especially since you forgot to give me my birthday present." Dodie just laughed and ran into her house leaving Persis to stare up at the owl again now doing circles over her head. "Weird," she muttered to herself as she moved further down the road to her own home. She paused at the gate and was again puzzled as to why her friend always seemed to think Persis lived in a tumbled down wreck of a home. The gardens were immaculate as was the house itself. She'd barely stepped one foot inside the boundaries of her home when something hit her on the head. Persis looked down to see a letter lying on the ground in front of her. One in green ink and her name on the front. "Corner bedroom," she muttered to herself as she picked up the letter and read part of the address. "Who knows where I sleep at night?" Persis glanced up at the corner and added. "What on earth is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Kai, the family gardener call out, Mr Quillan, she's got it. He then turned to Persis and added, Congratulations Miss Quillan on getting into the best school of magic in the world. He pulled the gardening glove off his hand and held it out for her to shake. For once in her life, Persis was completely speechless.
  21. Persis Quillan

    1 - Character Roll Call

    Character Name: Persis Quillan 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? Yes Character Face: Ellen de Corte Character Masterlist Entry: de Corte, Ellen - Persis Quillan ----------- 200 words (minimum) on family history: Persis had no idea of her magical heritage until the day she received her Hogwarts letter. The excuse given is that they were worried she would turn out to be a squib (a term her parents had to explain to Persis) just like her Aunt Matilda. Persis has accepted that reason with no idea of the deeper reason being that a witch claiming that their newborn daughter was a squib not long after Persis was born. The Quillan family live in a large house on the outskirts of the town of Ballycastle, Northern Ireland. This includes Persis' parents, Aaron and Grace, grandparents Elliot and Caitlin, and Aunt Matilda. The family gardener, Kai Thomson lives in a cottage on the grounds. They are a close-knit bunch who managed to come up with plausible reasons why anything that appeared to be odd to Persis whenever she asked them a question about it. For example, the plants in the garden or how the housekeeper managed to keep the house so tidy without Persis ever meeting her. Once the letter arrived the lid blew off on the majority of secrets they'd kept from her. At the same time, Persis' Aunt Matilda has withdrawn from interactions with her young niece. Persis is puzzled by this and hopes Aunt Matilda will be friendly to her the way she'd been for the entirety of Persis' life up to this point. Existing familial relationships to on board characters: N/A 100 words (minimum) on personality: Persis is a talker and a dreamer. She isn't very good at observation, hence the ease at which the family could keep secrets from her for eleven years. Despite her lack of ability in this area, Peris always wants to know things and will ask questions of whoever is nearest to find out why. She doesn't like going to the trouble of researching for herself when someone else is readily available to give her an answer to the question of the day. There is some truth to the accusations of laziness levelled at her by her teachers at her now former muggle school. However, she will go the extra mile in working hard if it is something she enjoys since it can't be work if it is fun.
  22. Beauregard Husher

    1 - Character Roll Call

  23. Elisabetta Domenici

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

    Elisabetta Domenici looked out of the window at the rain, which was, as usual, falling on one of those days where she'd planned to go out with friends to the nearby public pool. Ever the optimist, however, she thought that perhaps something better was bound to happen that day and that if she had gone out, she would have been likely to miss it. To occupy her time, she grabbed her favorite pack of Exploding Snap cards and began shuffling them before playing a game of solitaire, which was made even more interesting by the fact that her cards might explode at any time during the game, leaving her with a slightly singed face, but giving her some much needed entertainment in the process. Just as she'd laid out the cards for the game (and before any of them had the chance to blow up), she heard the mail flap on the front door open and a stack of paper hit the floor in the hallway. Since her mother was busy chatting on the phone and more than likely hadn't heard this, Elisabetta got up and went to check to see what had come in the mail that day. Picking up the stack, she flipped through it as she made her way into the living room, where Renee Domenici was busy conversing with some friend or other. After a few seconds, Elisabetta spotted an envelope which had her name and address written on it in green ink. "Mum?" she squeaked, her eyes widening in excitement as she turned it over and saw the seal that had been stamped with the crest of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "Mum, it came! I got my letter from Hogwarts! I got it! Look at it!" Elisabetta ran over and waved it in front of her mother's face. "Look at it, it's beautiful! Look at it!"
  24. Atlas Rhys

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

    Rummaging through the locked box underneath his bed, Atlas was examining a really cool artifact a friend had given to him. Apparently, it was muggle as he held the blue item in his hands. It was hard and there were two holes in it, one at the side and the other at the top. His friend told him that it was called a whissler or something equivalent. Whatever it was, it was Atlas' prized artifact as he kept it neatly in the box with six other items he had found or were given to him before. It was then when Atlas heard footsteps which made him jolt. Quickly closing the box, he did not bother to put on the muggle lock as he shoved it under his bed. Hearing the contents spill, he leaped up from where he sat as he grabbed a nearby book and pretended to be engrossed in it. The door to his room opened as he turned to look to see who it was. "Mother!" Noticing a slender dark-haired woman just at the entrance of his door, he cried out with a small smile which he tried very hard to hide that he was profusely sweating and that his heart was hammering in his chest. Noticing a letter in her hand, Atlas jumped from his bed as his mouth hung open in delight. "Is that..?" He questioned as his eager eyes wanted to tear the letter open but of course, it had been torn at the top with a letter opener beforehand. Typical mother, he thought since his mother always wanted to know everything in his life but thankfully, the box remained a secret since his mother would never approve. Reading the letter, a simple and polite smile formed on his features as he announced, "I am going to Hogwarts!" Now, his mother had to leave him alone before he was able to let loose by jumping on the bed and do a happy dance at the delightful news.
  25. Erasmus Barnes

    1 - Character Roll Call

    Character Name: Erasmus Barnes 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? Yes Character Face: Ioan Gruffudd Character Masterlist Entry: Gruffud, Ioan - Barnes, Erasmus ----------- 200 words (minimum) on family history: Erasmus was born to Thaddeus and Praxidike Barnes, both of them Ravenclaw alumni, hailed from families that can trace their status as Pureblood, though of only minor importance, for centuries. Both parents always had a strong academic bend, and found themselves a place in the Ministry of Magic as magical researchers. When they eventually got married and had their one and only child Erasmus. And while having two working parents sometimes meant they could not spent as much time with their child as they wished, they very quickly instilled a love of reading and learning into him at a very young age. At his parents' knees, it was not the tales of Beedle the Bard that he was read, but various treatise on magical theory. In his early years, he had little time for friends as he spent most of his time buried in one book or another. In fact he had very little social contacts out of his immediate family and was never truly a member of his community. However, his magic did manifest early, and as it would happen, the sheer amount of a magical theory and history he had been exposed to over the course of his life seemed to have engraved themselves in his subconscious, for the accidental effects always seemed to be incredibly precise and manifested themselves in oddly specific ways. And, as time passed and he acquired more and more knowledge, he was getting antsy to learn actual magic rather than simply read about it and be limited to visualizing the spells in his mind and never truly knowing how to make them real, he and his parents thoroughly bound by the statutes pertaining to underage magic. Existing familial relationships to on board characters: N/A 100 words (minimum) on personality: To say that Erasmus is socially stunted would be a major understatement. He has very little understanding of interpersonal relationships, and a tendency to misread spoken, body language and societal cues that borders on criminal. But one thing he has in spades is a thirst for knowledge and a desire to thoroughly explore the deepest secrets of magic. Generally speaking, he is quiet and retiring, not one to put himself out there. However, the exception would be if someone was thoroughly wrong about something he knows for certain is true. However, a good way to get him out of his shell would be to engage him in conversation about his favourite topic, which is to say sorcery itself and its mysteries.
  26. Momo Kitagawa

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

    It would be a peaceful spring day today, it seemed. The sun was shining, the flowers were beginning to bloom, the birds were singing, and all of those various other clichés about spring days that one would typically come across. It had all the potential to be a storybook kind of day, really. Except for the fact that it just so happened to be April 22nd, which just so happened to be the birthday of a now 11-year-old Momo, who just so happened to be anything but peaceful. He’d counted down the minutes once again this year, though his parents didn’t have to know about the staying-up-late part of that. How could he not? There was only one point in his life when he’d be turning eleven, after all, and especially considering that birthdays were the best kind of days, he wanted to make the most of it that he could. So right before the clock hit midnight, he’d watched the minutes pass with bated breath, and right at that fateful moment, he celebrated (as quietly as he possibly could, because birthday or not, he knew he’d be in big trouble if he’d woken up the rest of his family at such an hour), before promptly falling asleep about two and a half minutes later, because ultimately, it was pretty late, even now that he was eleven. Perhaps that would be why he’d managed to sleep in so late in the morning, when usually he would be up and raring to go well before the rest of the household. Rubbing his eyes to clear his bleary vision, Momo laid in bed for a hot minute while he slowly woke himself up from a deep sleep. It had only taken a moment, though, before his brain booted back up, and realizing that he was now at a time where celebrating his birthday was now possible with the usual vigour, he all but launched himself out of bed before bounding down the stairs in what was likely record speed. His father was still out on a business trip (though he’d return later in the day, much to Momo’s excitement), and younger sister undoubtedly still in bed, so it was his mother that he began yelling for in the hopes of birthday wishes. He was met with silence, however. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs to the living room, he’d found himself still alone, though a peak out the front window found his target outside watering the garden. Momo began running for the door to meet up with his mother, but slid on his socks to a stop upon noticing a very out-of-place envelope on the coffee table. In further inspection, it appeared to be addressed to him, even (with his full name too, which made him feel a bit fancy. It was rare that anyone called him anything other than just Momo). Figuring it wouldn’t be out in the open if he wasn’t allowed to open it, Momo grabbed for it and haphazardly tore open the envelope to fish for the envelope inside. ‘Dear Mr. Kitagawa…’ Eyes skimming through the chunk of text written neatly on the parchment paper, a huge grin soon crossed his face as he realized just what exactly he was looking at. Had it come overnight while he was sleeping? Or perhaps even earlier, and his parents had just kept it a secret from him to surprise him for his birthday. He didn’t know when exactly this sort of thing would be sent out, but.... “MUUUUM!” he yelled, swinging open the front door with the letter still in hand, finding that he wasn’t really bothered as to when exactly the letter had arrived, and was much more interested in what it meant. “MUM, LOOK!”
  27. Wyatt Thorn

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

    Just like any birthday Wyatt has presents sitting at the end of her bed. Of course she has asked her mum for the latest and greatest phone but it wasnt sitting there amongst the things. She was a little disappointed but she noticed that there was a voucher for her favourite clothing store, a years subscription to her favourite magazine, which sure enough every issue from the year before lied about her room somewhere, she had some sunglasses and a new backpack for when she went back to school. She couldnt be going into secondary school looking like a primary schooler so a new bag was a necessity. Also amongst it was a card with money so she could spend it on what ever she felt like. It was a happy birthday for her. Finally she crawled out of bed and wandered to the kitchen where he mum was preparing breakfast. Her older brother sat at the breakfast table with a bowl of cereal barely looking up and her nan skipped over as quickly as an old lady could to wish her a happy birthday. “Your finally Eleven!” She said her voice filled with anticipation, “Thanks Nan! I know secondary school soon!” She couldnt believe she would soon be at school with her brother and that she was finally going to be treated like a teenager. It was exciting. Susie, Wyatts mum quickly followed the old woman and hugged her “Happy Birthday Hun, we can go and spend your voucher and money today if you like?” She offered a smile on her face and put a plate of toast down in front of her. “I’d love that” Wyatt said thinking of all the things she could buy and how good she was going to look when she saw her friends next. A loud tapping started to come from the kitchen window and Nan just about screamed! She jumped out of her chair and rushed to the window where an owl was sitting with a letter in its beak. “I knew it! I knew!” Nan squealed in delight and rushed over to hand Wyatt the letter. Dear Miss Wyatt Thorn, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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