Sorting (term one)

[victor shamble]

FULL NAME: Victor Lock Shamble
NICK NAME: Lock. Nobody. Stick man.
AGE:18
BLOODTYPE: half blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL:Ravenclaw, Hogwarts
HOUSE:Ravenclaw
YEAR: 1
MAJOR:Transfiguration
PERSONALITY:
    "Hello, I'm Victor Shamble but sometimes I just go by Lock. I'm not the most confident guy around you could say, I'm probably not. I usually keep to myself due to not being the best source of converse or social abilities, I'll still try though. I'm just a half blood but I see no problem with that. I'm a animagi, a silver fox to be exact.

    I like having a good book to read, doing my classes and studying for them. I also like learning about things, everything has a story to tell. I also like peace and quiet and I would like to have friends.

    My dislikes? People who think they're better than everyone, I mean. I'm not trying to be mean by saying that but, it's just annoying and nerve wrecking. Sure they might have skills others don't have, but that doesn't mean they're better. Sports, just sports in general. I've never seen the fascination people have with them. "

FAMILY:
    Growing up as the youngest out of four isn't all that fun, but it's manageable. Somehow but still manageable. My parents prided themselves in their jobs and how they ran things at home, although things at home weren't that great. You could say it's the source of my current behaviors after all, when you get whacked upside the head for a mistake whether you made it or not, tends make you a bit submissive as well.

    Pretty uneventful childhood and nothing worth noting. I seemed to be able to have my dad's love in a small way. Considering the pocket watch I now have is from him and it's a family heirloom apparently. I would've figured things like that went to the oldest not the youngest. My father was pretty much the magic user of the family, I'm not sure if my brothers attended Hogwarts or not but at least they won't have to go through school with me. I come from Tawas, Michigan, a really small place so that might be why no one's heard of it.

SAMPLE RP:

    Victor sat there nervously, keeping silent as he waited. Why was he even waiting? Now that he thought about it, it made no sense why he was here. There was no way she was going to show. Who'd want to be friends with him? A stick person in everyone's eyes along with being nothing but a nervous ball of submission. Okay yeah, he was just the outcast. Pretty much the nobody, he wouldn't be considered in the outcast group when it came to others. Putting his hands into his pockets he pulled out a silver pocket watch, sure it was out of style with all the wrist watches now. But Victor preferred the pocket watch for some reason. It was old and in it's own ways, had a story to tell that only he seemed interested in learning. Hence another way he was put into his own category.

    He placed the pocket watch back in his pocket as he sat there. The silence of the place was starting to become a bit eerie. Normally, Victor was one for peace and quiet. But this place had been quiet for too long, and it was starting to get creepy. At least in Victor's mind.

[aurore tsosie]

FULL NAME:Aurore Tsosie
NICK NAME: Rori, Aurora
AGE: Nineteen (19)
BLOODTYPE:
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Beauxbatons
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
YEAR: 2^nd
MAJOR: Care of Magical Creatures
PERSONALITY:

You want to know about me? All in all I am easy to get along with though I tend to have more energy than most can handle. I like to constantly be on the go, sitting still comes when my body goes cold and is lifeless. I think you get the picture, I am a complete spaz. I talk constantly, though it is usually because I am nervous when there is silence. I have confidence issues, I feel like someone is judging me when the conversation pauses, if I talk nonstop they have no time for that am I right? Of course I am.

I am told I am a people person even though I don't actively try to make friends. I'm one of those people that everyone feels they can talk to and tell their secrets to. I guess I give off a comforting vibe and I am told that I seem very down to earth. Hm, what else? I laugh and smile alot, though I am told when I laugh hard enough it's about the equivalent to a braying donkey. Yeah, I am the girl with the embarassing laugh that ruins her outward beauty but it's what's on the inside that counts right? I don't know.

I love animals, especially Ravens. I have a dreadful fascination with the species, even my pet is a Raven who is smarter than any Owl I have ever seen. I tend to spend alot of my time reading about magical beasts and I love to create new spells. That is perhaps the one hobby that consumes most of my time, creating new jinxes as a means to mess with other students. I am a prankster by nature, I like to have fun at the expense of others sometimes. Though the most noteable thing about me I guess is the fact that I am brave beyond all reasoning. I do not fear much except Merfolk (I have no idea why).

I tend to dislike those who put their blood status above common sense. Just because someone is a muggle born witch or wizard does not mean they are lesser. Over egotistical guys who think they can get inside anyones pants, that is also a major dislike and turn off. I prefer the quiet type, knows how to have fun, but is a bit clumsy. I find it cute I guess, I prefer the nerds as most would call them.

FAMILY:

There isn't much to tell when it comes to my family I suppose. I was born in America in a small town somewhere in the midwest. My father is from France however my mother is of Native American descent. When I was born my parents decided to move us to France so that I would be able to have a closer relationship with my fathers family as my mothers family was mostly deceased or estranged from one another. Before you ask, no I am not a pureblood. I guess it matters to some but to me it does not, I am half witch, half muggle. That is just the way the coin landed.

When I was growing up I spent most of my childhood dreaming of the day I could become a full fledged witch. My true dream being to attend Beauxbatons academy which eventually came true when came of age. My parents could not have been more proud of me, as I was the first generation to attend and would hopefully start a new family tradition. The children in my family were often female, males were few and far between as it seemed to be some strange family curse.

I was an average student, managing to perform well enough to pass my classes but not well enough to get any special awards. I simply got by, until I started attending University of Hogwarts. I don't know what it was about the place but it triggered something in me that wanted to be better. I've heard it before from some kids in england but there is definitely no place like Hogwarts for sure. Not much to say really, I am from an average family, I blended in and never really stuck out aside from being one of the many beautiful women at Beauxbatons.

SAMPLE RP:

See Professor Lovelace

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FULL NAME: Aileen Sheahan
NICK NAME: Ai or Lynn
AGE: I just turned 18 a few months ago.
BLOODTYPE: I'm a halfblood.
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL:  I visited Hogwarts and was a member of the house Gryffindor.
HOUSE: Well, I'm happily in Gryffindor again.
YEAR: It's my very first year here.
MAJOR: I took defence against the dark Arts.
PERSONALITY: First of all. Hello guys, my name's Aileen, Aileen Sheahan but everyone calls me Ai, you can too. You wanna know something about me? Well, everyone says I'm bubbly, what I really am. I'm friendly to everyone, talk and talk the whole day if no one interrupts and I actually love smiling. I mostly always smile. Everyone says, I actually look like I am. Small, cute, bubbly... Yes, actually this red is my natural hair color! You love it just like I do?? God, please not, I nearly hugged you... I hug mostly everyone, once I hugged a teacher at Hogwarts because he said I was right... I often seem carrying and so I'm, I'd rather die than let the ones I loved get harmed. I'm also stubborn and curious... In Hogwarts I'd often went into the forbidden part of the library, but never tell anyone! Please...
I actually like... Everything that doesn't include flying on a broomstick. Or flying in any other shape or form. Flying and me. Nope. Never ever again. I felt down from my broomstick so often, I hardly broke every bone in my body that could break! So yeah... Other thinks I like are nights. Have you ever seen Hogwarts by night? Well, I have, and yeah, that something you should never tell anyone to. I may look lovely, but I always dismiss rules. I don't like rules... I don't like summers, also. I love winters, I love snow, christmas... Autumn, colored leaves on the ground... Spring, new flowers, green, mild sun... This three seasons I liked, but summer... It was hot and you got burned by the sun... Nothing for me!
And finally... I love it, when a boy could make me love. I love often, but not really, you know what I mean? Sometimes I love if I don't mean it, because it would seem insulting if I wouldn't laugh... But if people, no if boys made me laugh, they'd have my heart in their hands really quick. But watch out, I had guys who insult others, just to look better... I don't like the ones from the House Slitherin, I think they're rotten liars. But don't tell them, I'm trying to be nice to them... Just like I try to be nice to everyone at the University. Oh, and additionally... I'm tiny, I need to mention it, you would also mention if you were only 5' tall!

FAMILY: My mom Lillian is muggle and my dad Roger is a half-blood. So I'm a half blood to. I got an older brother named Kilian, who now works... Oh, god, I've got no idea, he moved far away, I think he moved to america... Or was it Asia? Oh, wherever, he isn't here in Europe. Well... My family originally is from Ireland, were my both parents still live. Well, me too, but only in the holydays. I was growing up with magic around me, my mom couldn't cause magic, but my dad. He showed me some tricks, and taught me, but never allowed me to touch his wand, what I actually didn't. When I got my wand, he didn't forbid me to use it, so I trainend. When I came to Hogwarts, I was really proud of me, I knew mostly everything and was a great student. Okay, I was talking way to often, but I always knew the answers, when I was paying attention. And I came to Gryffindor, my dads old house. In Hogwarts, I was like I said good in mostly every class (except when we had lessons with broomsticks, like I said, I broke mostly every single bone in my entire body) if I payed attention. Well, I didn't, only in Care of Magical Creatures, Potions and Defence against the Dark Arts. I did my O.W.L in grade 5 easily and at the end of grade 7 also my N.E.W.T, no idea why, I wanted to come here and... Finally I'm here! I chose Defence against the Dark Arts. Till I finally got that I needed to fly a broomstick if I became an auror,  I always wanted to be one but after my great experience flying... Erm, forget about that, I'm happy with Defence against the Dark Arts...
SAMPLE RP:

Irene smirked when Hope said that she could wear a demon mask. "No, please not, then I'd throw everything at you", she said. Yeah, her way fighting was... Strange. She took things and threw them at the demons, if the situation requiered... Well, she liked throwing chairs and sticks, even if they didn't had any affect but they suprised the demons... Sometimes. Once she had even thrown one of her beloved beanies... She wasn't wearing one today, she just realized. What has happend to her?!? Well, her thoughts were a bit confused in the last time... Even more than otherwhise...
After her shot, Irene didn't look were the arrow hit. She was kinda afraid, that she could had killed Hope... But there was no sound of her falling to the ground, and a really short silence and then Hope said something. Irene glanced at her and blushed a bit. Her skills were everything, but not amazing. She hugged Hope and suprised herself. Why did she just do that?!? "By the Angel, first I thought I'll kill you with this shot", she said and smiled relieved. "But I suppose I didn't" Then Hope said, they had to train more often. "Yeah, that would be a awesome idea", she said. She actually liked Hope and wanted to train with her, even if she had to shoot at her... She smiled, this time more real, than she actually did. Her eyes still were kinda shy, but not this afraid anymore. (taken from my account on your affiliates site Shadow Chronicles)

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FULL NAME: Sampson Beaumont
NICK NAME: Sam
AGE: 19
BLOODTYPE: Pure-Blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Hogwarts/Slytherin
HOUSE: Slytherin
YEAR: 2
MAJOR: Quidditch
PERSONALITY:

Erm... Hi. My name is Sampson, and I am 19. Er, I am here because I was forced to be interviewed to get into here so here I am. Erm, I like Quidditch, and I wouldn't mind playing professionally. I like how good looking I am! *laughs* But yeah... I don't really know what to say. I hate classes, if I am honest, and don't exactly see the point in them if I want to be a Quidditch player. Erm, and I like acting, I suppose. Everyone says I can act well, not that I believe them... but yeah, thats about it.

FAMILY: 

I have to tell you about my family! What if I don't want to. Because thats private! So yeah, I had a mum and dad, and a sister, but otherwise, is that any of your business! Its like I have to share about myself to you, you stupid interviewer, so I can get in! Sod this, I'm going to have to tell you to get in. Okay, my mum, dad and sister died on a train crash when they were going to London when I was 17! Not that you care, you are just being nosy. So, no family left, I am very much alone, thank you very much, so I think I will be going now.

SAMPLE RP:

When a smirk lit up on Grace's face, a scowl is what could be seen on Scarlett's. Ohh, how Scarlett remembered Hogwarts days, sharing a dorm with the 'lovely and sweet' Grace. Now, the most unexpected person in Scarlett's wildest dreams just happens to appear. Like some sort of spirit that has come to haunt and annoy Scarlett for the rest of her living years.

"I suppose fancy shmancy Scarlett Adams is doing the same, seeing as she hasn't attended school since she was kicked out in her third year"

Scarlett said nothing, not at first, but if she had any desire of jinxing the Grace girl, it would of been then. "Maybe I have, Annarosetta," Scarlett smirked, she always knew that the girl hated that name. "But lets see... flying away from Hogwarts and coming over here..." Scarlett took a step towards Grace, and then breathed "How is mummy and daddy, Grace?" Scarlett smirked once more, of course she knew they had been tortured into insanity, it was completely plastered on the Daily Prophet, as well as Grace's roundabouts unknown. Probably saying 'How is mummy and daddy' in words was rather harsh, but after those years of practically being insulted, bullied... it was time for sweet revenge.

"I'm going to do my homework before you kill another eleven year old"

See? Another comment of total lies. Scarlett scowled at Grace once again, but then had an idea.

"What are you doing here, Adams?"

Of course, why would Scarlett answer such a stupid question? Scarlett pointed her wand at Grace's homework, and said softly "Accio,"The homework went in hand, and Scarlett smirked. "Lets see if you can do your homework now, Brown,"

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[heath ferro]

FULL NAME: Heath Ferro
NICK NAME: It was Pony once...
AGE:
BLOODTYPE: The purest blood you'll be able to find
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: First two years in the USA, then Hogwarts and I got placed in Slytherin.
HOUSE: Gryffindor
YEAR: 3
MAJOR: History of Magic
PERSONALITY: "Kay, let me tell you all about my personality if you really want me to. You sure you don't want me to interview you instead? I'll get you a nice page 6 in the University Prophet if you want? No? Okay maybe page 2 then. Still not? Never even mind then, you're very greedy eh.

I'm Heath Ferro, you might know me 'cause my last name's only one of the most famous bloodlines in the USA! Thanks, I know it's pretty impressive. Many people would describe me as an attractive, wealthy, egotistical womanizer. I admit that if someone tells you that, they're right; I am. I guess I can be a little obnoxious and I absolutely love to gossip. That's probably also the reason why I write for the Uni Prophet. I always see it like this: I'm just really generous. I want people to know what I know, I mean... Isn't that great? I think it is."

FAMILY: "You probably know my family. It's one of the most famous families in the USA, and one of the purest families in the entire world. Not that I'm a bragger or anything, I just like people to know who they're dealing with. I don't want them to hurt me, and then later their own family died in a somewhat mysterious way. I can't help it when that happens, so I like to warn people, for their own sake. See? Again the generousity.

I spend two years on a magical school in America, but the level was so low I could basically already graduate. So my parents made sure I could transfer to Hogwarts, which was the best school in the world. Had a great time there, I got into Slytherin and absolutely loved it. Had a blast, like everywhere I go. And then I decided to go here, study History of Magic, which I find very interesting. For some weird reason I'm one of the few people that got sorted into a different house then before. God knows why I got into Gryffindor this time, but it happened, and I'm gonna make the best of it. If you ask me I'm still the same guy as before. I'm rooting for a job at the Daily Prophet after this, or even better: my own news paper. That's it pretty much."
SAMPLE RP:

Skye had been smoking in her dorm, blowing the smoke out of the window, when she realised it was still way to nice out. She'd expected the evening to be colder, but there wasn't even a gust of wind. So she'd pulled on her leather jacket over her tanktop and walked outside with just her wand and packet of cigarettes. She was still wearing the sweatpants she pulled on this morning, since she didn't have any classes today.

Skye'd already smoked two of the cigarettes when she came to the side of the haunted forrest looked back at the castle before shrugging and stepping confidantly through the trees. She loved this place and knew she probably shouldn't be smoking here, but these were the two things that calmed her down completely. Smoking and being in the woods, seeing random creatures walking around. Skye kind of wished she'd brought her sketchbook, so she could sit down and draw them, and she cursed herself for not bringing it.

She took a long, final drag of her blunt and stepped it out. She'd pick it up on the way back. She almost got to the clearing with logs she was going for, when she noticed someone was already there. She smiled when she saw who it was. The werewolf from hufflepuff was in her year too and of course she'd meet him here. She'd be here all the time too if she was him.

Skye slowed down her steps, hoping he hadn't heard her yet. It was going to be a challenge to scare the werewolf, if not dangerous, but it wasn't full moon yet and who doesn't love a little danger? As she got closer she stepped on a few branches and she mentally slapped herself. Watch where you're walking damn it! Skye was almost there when she saw the guy perk up though and she closed in the last few steps quickly to grab his shoulders and growl in his ear. She started laughing at her own fail immediately and plopped down next to Jared on the log.

"Ay wolfy, how you doin'?" Skye said jokingly.

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FULL NAME: Joshua Swan
NICK NAME: Josh, Joshi
AGE: 18
BLOODTYPE: muggleborn (but he doesn’t know for sure)
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL:
HOUSE: Hufflepuff
YEAR: 2
MAJOR: Defence Against the Dark Arts/Auror
PERSONALITY: Hey guys. I’m Joshua Swan, but you could call me Josh. First of all… I like guys. Yeah, I know, you know, we all know what that means. I’m gay. As gay as a handbag filled with rainbows, like my sis would say. Erm, nope. Like she would have said, If she was still alive… But this is another story. I hate the fact my sister’s dead though. And the fact, that she wasn’t my sister. And me for being gay. I’ve really tried not to be, but I think… Well, I think being gay is a think you was either born with or… Or not born with. I wasn’t born to be straight, so here I am, the gayest person ever. Okay, enough about gayness… What do I like… Well, I like my friends, I mean I would like them if I had some, most guys kind of cut me because they don’t want me to have a crush on them… I like mostly everyone, I have no dislike against anyone, well but maybe I’m going to dislike you, if you’re rude or something… I hate people who think of themselves as being something… Better. Well what else, what else, what else… I should tell you something about my character, I suppose? You could tell me… Creative, really creative in writing, but not this creative in talking. I don’t like talking, I like not talking much more. Okay, but I like singing, and some may say I’m a quite good singer. Back in Hogwarts I was in the school choir, but I won’t do it here… I’m also a quite good flyer. I really love Quidditch! Being in the air on the broom… Just my thing. Okay, but there are also not so good things about me… I’m naive, if you’d tell me something that could impossible be true, I’d believe you if you were just kinda serious while telling it. Okay, so I’m naive… And I believe that everyone deserves a second chance… Or a third… Or perhaps even a hundreds of chances, I can’t be angry with anyone for long. I think I’m too nice… So you could easily manipulate me but watch out. My feelings are really sensitive and if you hurt them I’ll be really down and I’ll walk around like a kicked puppy. Enough about that, you wanna know things I’m good at? I’m a pretty good flyer, like I already said, I’m an acceptable singer, I said also and when I was a kid I… I loved dancing. Okay, the last sentence is awkward, don’t tell it to anyone. I beg you on my knees! Okay but that are all the things I’m good at… Well, okay, there is one more thing too. I’m good at saying things that insult others. Well like… Someone has a new haircut and I looks horrible… I will say it, though I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. I’ just a horrible liar and I also hate others lying to me… I loooove guys with… Okay, I love most guys, but mysterious guys are turning me on. I’m not really superficial so it’s anyway how you look. You only have to be kind of nice and I’ll so absolutely have a crush on you…
FAMILY: Okay, you want to know about my family? You don’t really want to, but okay. I don’t even know my family. I don’t think they were wizards, I suppose they were muggles, but I don’t really know. Okay, now let me tell you a story... About 18, nearly 19 years ago an 15 year old orphan girl found a little baby boy on the roadside ditch near London. It was a cold December Eve, the boy was crying and the girl took him with her, because she couldn’t leave him there to die a frosty death. She took him with her to the orphanage she called her home and the people there called him Joshua. Yeah, that boy was me. I grew up at the orphanage and the girl, her name was Caroline Swan, traded me like a brother… When she got 18 she finally adopted me, so I could live with her. I was 3 years old then, but I already was really sensible for my age. The year I got 11 I got a letter from Hogwarts… Caroline told me I should go there what I actually did and… I loved being a wizard! I was sorted in Hufflepuff and not the best student but also not the worse, I was just average. In the holidays I was at home, at Caroline’s, who had an adorable boyfriend and the two of them were like… Some sort of siblings to me. Well, her boyfriend left her during my time at Hogwarts, no idea why, she didn’t told me, but then last year, my  I bought a muggle newspaper, just for fun, because I wanted to know what was going on in Carolines world… She was a police officer, you should know. And one article made me cry, in front of most of the others. "Police officers' body found" I read the article, the first sentece was enough for me: "London, 8 am. Dead police officer found in a gutter. Today the body was identified as the 32 years old police officer Caroline Swan…" I know it like it was yesterday, I felt my heart ripped apart and then I tried to get out, but collapsed in tears after a few meters. Again, I was an orphan, but I was already an adult then… In the holidays I lived in Carolines and me little apartment alone, I kept everything there like it has been, because Caroline had no family except me and... Well, now there is nothing more to tell… I want to be an auror one day, so I choose DADA for my major and yeah… This was everything about me and my not existing family.
SAMPLE RP:

Joshua took the little yellow book he had hidden under his bed. It was private and precious to him… He opened it. On the first page was a picture of Caroline, 17 years old and holding the hand of a little boy. He smiled looking on it. This boy was him, as he was a little boy. He looked at the picture and a tear rolled down his cheek. As much as he loved the pictures of Caroline and himself they reminded them of one thing. She was dead. Dead and he never said good bye. He turned the page. The next picture was making Joshua laugh and forget about the first picture. It was Carolines former boyfriend, together with himself trying to kiss him. He so had a crush on him, even if he’d been 15 years older than he was. He’d looked adorable! Then he saw the scrapped article. It was nearly 19 years old… "Orphane girl found baby on the roadside!", It says. This had been in the newspaper when he was saved by Caroline… He shivered while thinking of himself being dead if she had left him in the Roadside. Well… On the paper was a picture of teen Caroline holding a little baby boy, him, in her arms… It nearly broke his heart, he had allways loved Caroline, like a sister, a big sister who was also his mum and now after a year it felt like the newspaper article on the next page was new.
Joshua stood up and walked over to the window. It was already dark, today was new moon, so there only were the stars and... He couldn't sleep, like often this term. The term has just started, but already... In the holdays he'd been alone, a feeling he never had before, there allways had been somebody who'd been with him, even if he hadn't known... Caroline had been there. He looked out the window, his look wide away, and then laid down on the bed, turning the pages of his little photo album, till he reached the photos of Hogwarts. The Quidditch team, some photos with some other Hufflepuffs, partys... He looked at the photos and smiled while reminding himself of his time in Hogwarts, what has  been a really good time.
The next morning, Joshua woke up his face resting on the photo album. He has fallen asleep while reading... Then he looked at the clock that hung on the wall on the opposite site. It was... Too late! Joshua jumped up, took his uniform and runned into the bathroom. "I can't be too late on my first day!!", he scolded himself while making ready for classes. Something like this always happened to Joshua!

[airlia adler]

FULL NAME: Airlia Adler
NICK NAME: Lia
AGE: Nineteen
BLOODTYPE: Pureblood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Beauxbatons
HOUSE: Hufflepuff
YEAR: 2
MAJOR: Potions
PERSONALITY:
"Me, well I am a sweet girl, but I can also give you a headache if you want to talk to me about rumors. I can be a bit vain at times, but in the family I come from, that is normal to me and them. I am very friendly either way and I love to make new friends, but at the same time, if I do make a friend, I will protect them. I am not one who takes lightly to others picking on my friends or family, and I usually like to put a stop to it, when I am around for it that is though. Most times though, if it has to deal with my little sister, I let her clean up her own messes. By doing this, I am making her grow up and learn to take care of herself. But if she is to come to me and say that someone will not leave her alone, I will be there for her no matter what.

People tell me though that I can be mean, and I shall not deny that. There are moments when I just don't want to hear it from anyone so I yell at them. I know this issue, but honestly, I kind of like it. That is sad isn't it. I tend to let rumors about me go, to me they are just that, rumors. But if I hear one that really upsets me, then I will make sure that it is confronted at the source. I have a line on what I will tolerate, and rumors of really bad things, well that is crossing my line. I like to read though and play games with my little sister, when she is not being a brat that is. I will occasionally write letters to my parents telling them how me and my sister are and to let them know that we are doing well. I have a twin brother who I love dearly, but am not 'allowed' to talk to because he has sided with Lord Voldemort. He does go to school here and I try my best to talk with him then.

FAMILY:
"I am the daughter of a Witch and a Wizard, Anabelle and Daniel Adler. I have a younger sister named Sibyl Adler. She is only a year behind me and I love her with my life. My mum and dad have been there for me and Sibyl for everything, and they love us both dearly. Sure, when me and Sibyl get into fights, mum takes my side and dad takes her, but at the end of the day, we are still one big happy family. Mum and Dad always told me and Sibyl that we are their pride and joy daughters. Yes there is a brother in there, but no one really talks about him. Why? Well because he decided to side with Lord Voldemort. Yes, he just does not love our family as much as we thought he did. Me and my little sister both went to Beauxbatons and Leonidas went to Durmstrang. Mum and Dad don't know that I still talk to him though, I love him, he is my twin brother. He goes to school here as well, but I rarely see him which makes me sad most of the time.

But for the family thing, well they will always have me protecting them no matter what, and I will never leave their side, even if it means losing the respect of my mum and dad for protecting Leo. One thing though I am an Animagi and I can change into a black panther.

SAMPLE RP:

Drama always happened in the camp so when she heard some voices that seemed over excited, she let it go. Unless it involved one of her brothers, she could care less. She heard someone walk along the beach though and she hand instinctively went to the hilt of her sword. It was a defense she always had. The girl paid no mind to the passerby, until she heard a growl and she sat up quicker than normal and she spun around with her sword in both hands then. She looked at the hellhound then a voice was heard right before she swung and she lowered her sword a bit then.

She looked up at the male that the voice belonged to and she huffed. "May I suggest keeping it on a leash then so it doesn't get maimed." Her words came out harsh, but then everyone at camp knew her as the meanest person here, so she didn't care how her voice sounded. She did put her sword back in its sheath then and she watched the hellhound carefully out of the corner of her eye.

She looked at the male though and she relaxed a bit. He doesn't look like a move will be mad on me, I wont be a complete witch then. Her thoughts came then and she looked back at the hellhound. "So how did you manage to make one your pet?" She asked the boy then. She doesn't know many people at the camp, only her brothers really, and that was because she only cared about others when they mattered in something, like the games.

Until then, she could really careless what campers were here and who they were. The Ares child sat back down on the sand then and she watched the hellhound. It seemed to only be protecting the male, which with the hunters of Artemis here, was probably a good thing. Vladi waited for an answer from the guy, if there was to ever be one. She could have scared him away like she does everyone else.

[mason mcadams]

FULL NAME: Mason McAdams
NICK NAME: n/a
AGE: 22
BLOODTYPE: pureblood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Salam Academy for Boys
HOUSE: Gryffindor
YEAR: 4th year
MAJOR: Charms
PERSONALITY: what can I say I’m a flirt, but don’t get me wrong when I find that one girl, you know the one you would die for? Yeah well when I find her she will be my one and only princess, no other girl will ever cross my mind. Ok so I’m into romance I refuse to believe it is dead like most guys do. A girl always loves to get flowers right? Or a little fluffy owl leaves them all doe eyed and adorable. *shakes head* where was I?

Oh yeah so a flirt, loyal. Yeah I stick by my friends and my beautiful girl when I find her. Erm can be a jerk if you get on my wrong side, which you could only do by hurting someone I love yeah so think twice about hurting those I love and care about.

Likes hmm likes what do I like? Oh yeah friends I swear those that are my friends are like my rocks, they keep me grounded. Girls, what guy doesn’t like girls well except gay guys but you know what I mean but I’m not a douche about it like most guys are I respect you girls out there.

Dislikes. Erm Douchebags, jerks, murderers, rapists. The list is endless. Any guy who hurts any girl I know better have life insurance, just saying.

Hobbies, I like I mean seriously like playing muggle video games, man those things are awesome I mean endless hours of fun when your playing them. Freaking cool man.

So lets sum it up. I flirt… a lot. I’m loyal. I can be a bad ass if you hurt someone I either love or care about. I will kick your ass if you so much as make a single tear leave a girls eye. And I’m a gamer. I think that is good so bye man.


FAMILY: I have my Grandmother on my Mothers side… my parents are dead, so are my older brothers. I don’t want to get into how they died though so please don’t ask me. I was young anyway so I don’t really remember them anyway. So I was raised by my Grandmother since I was six, it was quite boring while I grew up, she was already quite elderly and well she didn’t want to play with me when I wanted to play, so I guess you could say my childhood was well boring.

When I was 11 I started at the Salam Academy for Boys, a all boys school intended to teach us how to be great wizards, the thought subtracting the girls would help us to concentrate… yeah that really didn’t work we soon found other ways to distract ourselves, from drinking to muggle drugs we needed a way to stop the boredom since we had no girls around. Which also explains the lack of history with girls. Yeah you heard right I have never dated a girl, never even kissed a girl… now that sounds pathetic right?

Guess it would explain why when I moved over to England and started at the University I became such a flirt with the girls. I would hit on a new one every night but would never take any to bed, yeah I’m not that kinda guy get over it, I have morals I was taught to respect a girl not try and get her into bed every time I talk to her, the flirting well that is to make them feel good don’t judge me. Man stop judging.

Anyway that’s about it about me and my history. I don’t really like to talk about it. Its now that counts right? So bugger off I have to go make some girl feel good about herself.
SAMPLE RP:

see Macy or Savannah

[evelyn puck]

FULL NAME: evelyn marie puck
NICK NAME: lynn
AGE:  18
BLOODTYPE: muggleborn
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: hogwarts
HOUSE: you choose
YEAR: 1
MAJOR: care of magical creatures
PERSONALITY: Evelyn is never the one who will jump into random conversation not wanting to disrupt the natural balance of school life. Although she is smarter then most in her class, she wont jump up and scream that she knows the difference between the forbidden curses. She just wants to keep on and live strong as her self with no interruptions. As if she wanted to continue to live in secrecy she sits through class, talking to the people around her, but never throwing herself in. But outside of her life in class she is highly pulled by nature. As Evelyn grew up she never was able to connect with other humans as well as animals. Instead, she spends lots of time walking about forests or at least being outdoors.

Evelyn picked up a nervous habit when she was about twelve. Her grandmother often scolded her when she had started biting her figure nails. Although hardly different at all, Evelyn started to chew and peal the skin surrounding her figure nails leaving legions and sores on her skin. Her nervousness came from her social anxiety and depression.

As for her general likes she enjoys the smell of black coffee, muggle comedy, thumbing through dragonology theory textbooks, exploring ruins, riding her bike places, listening to peter and the wolf, quidditch, animals. Evelyn dislikes dysfunction, failing to pass classes, cream and sugar in cold coffee, people who don’t have a basic logic, awkward social situations, and lack of common curiosity.

FAMILY: Geoffrey Puck grew up living in a small apartment New York with his parents. His family wasn't particularly well off with both of his parents being teachers at a local high school. During his childhood he didn't have access to things other children seemed to. Geoffrey never received the latest and greatest toys for Christmas. Instead, he loved to read. His father was an English teacher while his mother was a European history teacher. This meant that the Puck family's attic was filled with all sorts of books. He gained a great knowledge about things and fell in love as easily with history as he did with fantasy. There was always a thought floating around Geoffrey's mind as a child that magic existed. Being a muggle, he never was exposed to the world his daughter would soon be. Geoffrey also gained a love of investigation and writing. Before he went to college, Geoffrey and his parents moved London. The family felt as though they were in a rut but they were fairly adventurous people loving the unknown. This move meant that Geoffrey went to college in England where he majored in journalism with a minor in history. While there, Geoffrey met Susan Greystone.

Susan was a fine arts major with an emphasis on painting. Her parents were an accountant and a violist who stood behind her desire to paint. Her childhood was filled with her imagination and the worlds she could create with a brush. The Greystone family, like the Pucks, had a comfortable living. During Christmas, Susan never really asked for toys. She preferred books and sketchpad. They didn't limit the imagination. Besides her love of literature and painting, she had a connection to animals. She would talk to animals that were here her house and at her school. This made her seem like an outsider to her classmates but nothing made her happier. When Susan went to college, she had a hard time deciding whether to major in biology or painting. She figured that by majoring in art she still could have a connection to animals by painting them and drawing them into her own world. When she met Geoffrey she couldn't have been happier. The two were both in love with reading and the power of imagination. These two mutual interests lead them marriage after they graduated from university. Once married, Geoffrey and Susan moved to a flat in the center of London to be apart of the cities culture as well as having better job opportunities.

Susan became pregnant three years into their marriage. They had waited for Geoffrey's job to stabilize when he became an editor for a magazine in London. Although they had always wanted children from the beginning of their marriage, the two knew that they couldn't solely live from the revenue generated by Susan's paintings. She would paint not only as a hobby but was often commissioned to do work for companies. When Susan got these opportunities, the couple would see a boom of income. Susan sold her paintings in galleries as well as to street venders. With the exis money that they had gotten from Geoffrey's new salary, Susan and Geoffrey moved to a suburb outside of London. The two still continued their previous employment but both understood the change in committing. They decided to purchase a large brick house in the country wanting their child to have the childhood they didn't. Geoffrey and Susan wanted their daughter to always be apart of nature and not to be limited by city life. The house that they bought was surrounded by forest. Evelyn's birth fulfilled all that Geoffrey and Susan tried to achieve.

Life seemed to be perfect as Evelyn grew up. After the first three years of her life, her parents decided to have another child. Complications in Susan's pregnancy began to arise. This problem became a miscarriage that eventually changed Susan's outlook on life. She began to drink which was later diagnosed as depression based. When she had been in this state, she stopped painting all together. Although the family didn't gain lots of money from her business, this changed their dynamic. Susan began to drift farther away from Evelyn and Geoffrey staying locked in their home's attic. Helena, Susan's mother, moved into the house to help support the family through this hard time. The warmth that Helena brought the family, she became a second mother to Evelyn. Helena's role in the Puck family finally helped Susan cope with her condition.

Evelyn was enrolled in muggle school until the age of eleven. She never quite understood school's importance and why she needed to understand fractions and sentence structure but still reluctantly stayed enrolled. Evelyn's quiet nature was not helpful in making friends. But in addition to this, the children in her school noticed oddities about her. Her distrust of people stemming from the dysfunction of her relationship with her mother was perfectly evident, but in addition to this she had a strange way about animals. During recess she would talk to the squirrels and the birds. The elementary school that Evelyn went to had a play area that opened to a forest. She would get lost looking up into the trees and playing with the woodland creatures. Evelyn began to keep a diary of when she went into this forest. She journaled about what she saw there and what she encountered. Many of her journals had pictures of the animals she met along the way. The animals that Evelyn was particularly fond of were lizards. She loved letting them climb up and down her arms with their scaly feet. Animals seemed to have an unjudging, unhateful air about them. They were different then humans. They seemed to understand her. The cruelty conveyed by her classmates pushed her human relations farther away. She was bullied as a child. The love of animals that Evelyn felt was noticed by the other children of her school. They would make fun of her and call her names.

She also developed a love of history when the Puck family went away on holiday. Evelyn's favorite place that they had visited was when they went to Rome. Even as a small child, she was perfectly content skipping around ancient ruins and learning about their history. One of the things that Evelyn found most enjoyable about exploring ruins was seeing how they had almost become apart of nature themselves. The undergrowth of the area they were wrapped around the buildings and cobblestones. It delighted Evelyn that the native animals almost seemed like they were residents of the forgotten land.

Just as Susan began to recover, Evelyn and her father were in a car accident when she was seven. On a drive back from London, a car ignored a stop sign and collided with their car. This accident left Geoffrey in a bad condition, hospitalizing him for a month before his death. Evelyn was lucky however. The passenger door her father's car cut into her side. Unlike her father, Evelyn's injuries were healed leaving a long, jagged scar on her right side extending from just above her hip to her under her arm pit. Geoffrey had been pierced by the broken glass from the shattered windshield. The air bag on his side had failed to work, therefore the damage that he had received outweighed what Evelyn endured.

Devastated by the crash, Susan slipped back into her old habits. She drank more and more as her depression worsened. She considered suicide until Helena enrolled her in rehab. Susan was diagnosed with alcoholism one year after Geoffrey's death. All this did was further extend Evelyn's issues with people. Evelyn was later diagnosed with depression like her mother. Susan's condition, how she was treated at school, as well as the death of her father all lead to this. In order to cope, Evelyn escaped into the forest for several hours at a time, staring into the canopy of trees above her listening to the chirp of animals and the rustling of leaves. Many nights Evelyn would sleep in the forest. Her trust for the area as well as her accident lead her not to fear death. She believed in the good of animals and the comfort they could provide. Helena understood this part of her. However, not wanting to lose another family member, Helena would often try to go to the forest with her. Evelyn first resisted to the idea but then believed that having another person to confide with would be helpful. They would walk through the forest together and talk. Evelyn began to trust people little by little. Her grandmother had showed her that positive things can come out relationships.

Helena showed Evelyn how to paint. She believed that like her mother, Evelyn would find joy and comfort in creating her own world through painting. This became apart of her loves. Evelyn began to paint in the forest. She loved to create paintings of what she saw there; the trees, plants, animals, and the sun breaking from the trees. What painting also gave Evelyn was a connection to her mother. Helena didn't want Evelyn to see her mother until she was better, instead she just assured Evelyn that the situation was alright. Painting gave Evelyn further proof that everything was going to be fine. It helped her cope with her own depression and gave her hope for the future. It gave her hope about the situation and her mother because Helena told Evelyn that her mother had started to paint again. Painting seemed like a way to recovery to Evelyn, a sense of security.

When Evelyn turned eleven, she received her Hogwarts letter. It was hard for Helena and her to take this in. It seemed odd that a little girl born to two muggles would really have magic coursing through her veins. When she went to Hogwarts, she finally felt accepted by others. She was delighted that there was a whole class about magical animals that allowed her to enter the Forbidden Forest as well as a class about ancient ruins. On holiday, Evelyn would leave Hogwarts to visit her grandmother in the outskirts of London. She would paint pictures of the forest while there for hours on end. Evelyn found that when she went to school, she didn't have the time to paint like she used to. However, Hogwarts had given her a place to learn more about mythical creatures and history. Theses interests were greater developed at school so painting became more of a hobby to her.

In addition to this, Evelyn gained a passion particularly of dragons over other animals. Evelyn's time at Hogwarts was also filled with not only school work but quidditch. She was a chaser and road a Nimbus 2001. She found that this broom stick was the perfect one for her needs. Although it's handling was not as good as other broomsticks, it was still one of the fastest. Money also became an issue when buying her broomstick. Because she was muggleborn, her family didn't have money waiting for when she went to Hogwarts. Her grandmother gave her money to convert but it wasn't a lot. Evelyn got a job at Tomes and Scrolls in Hogsmeade to cover her expenses. Despite her balance of school work, her job, and quidditch, her grades did not suffer. When she graduated from Hogwarts she desided to go to college for what she loved, magical creatures.
SAMPLE RP:

Madilee walked down the sidewalk, ears plugged with her iPod. She really had no idea what she was listening to, it was just another thing that she had downloaded off her brother's account. She had that sort of habit. Her lack of care about what she was listening to stemmed from her general personality. I guess that is why she first came to Hawaii. The statement "hang loose" had almost became a sort of mantra for her that had trickled down through all aspects of her life. The sweater that hung off one shoulder covering her bikini hadn't been washed for weeks now. Madilee hadn't properly fixed her hair for several days now. It hung loose at her shoulders. The lack of care she had given it meant that she had a sort of beach wave cascading through her blonding hair. It had been dyed brown at one point but her roots had been growing out, letting her true color show. But she lived by a beach now, who really cared. Blond was the color of hair you were supposed to have anyway, right? Madilee's pace had changed also after the move. Her walk had become neither fast or slow, just an in between pace. Before, Madilee had walked quickly, as to not be late for appointments. Now she thought that no one would want to walk that slow, it would take to long. But not to fast or you would be there immediately. It was just that sort of day to just walk like that. As if it mattered. She was going to the beach after all.

Madilee had a yellow bikini on, like just about every time she went to the beach. One strap was visable and not being covered by her loose grey sweater. Her bikini bottoms showed through the bottom of her top. She could never remember when she got it but knew that it was sometime at a sale at one of the department stores. But this was true with the majority of her wardrobe anyway. What Madilee wore now ranged from between high school to college. Once she graduated from univesity, she fully realized the cost of money. Who really had the cash for new clothes anyway. But looking around at the people who were on the street she remembered that everyone had money but her. She was a fresh graduate with a journalism degree and a heaping debt hanging over everything she thought about. The only reason that Madilee was living in a place like this was it was the best paying job she could get. She knew that the only reason this magizine payed more was because of location but who cared. She got a beach as well as a job to pay the bills. When she did need to buy things, Madilee always trued to find sales because it was way cheaper. Sure some of it was more or less ugly, but for the most part she was able to keep an illusion that she had some degree of style. Madilee firmly believed: why pay more for something? Course there were always some people who really cared that they had designer clothes on even for lawn work.

Finally, Madilee could see the white sand and ocean peaking throgh two buildings. Walking through the alley, between the two brick buildings, Madilee walked onto a beach. The sand felt warm between her toes. The sand radiated a comforting heat. Coming here was like theropy for her. She could remember back when she lived in Washington. There was nothing like this there. Just a few sea birds and cold fishing water. Here the water was always warm, and the sand dry. The whole experience of the beach was the one thing that anyone could say that Madilee truly "cared" about. The beach held a special magic and added balance to her life. She was literally working at her job to be able come here. Madilee almost felt jealous of the wives of rich men. These women were able to buy what they wanted and go where they pleased. Madilee bought almost nothing and only came to the beach because it was free. However, these free trips had become something of a treat to her. She could lay in the sun to get a free tan and get a massage from the warm sand. Unfortuanatly though, Madilee had only been living in the area for a short while meaning that she still hadn't become friends with anyone at this point. Well, when she said that she really meant that she wasn't friends with people enough to hang out with them. Madilee wasn't really into clubbing or bars so the only people that she met were through work.

Walking over to the edge of the sand, Mally stuck her toes in the water, then putting on a pair of white rimed sunglasses. It sort of bumbed her that Abby, or someone else, couldn't come with her to day. But it was just great to get away, even if it was for a few moments.

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[donovan malachi hawthorne]

FULL NAME: Donovan Malachi Hawthorne
NICK NAME: Donny
AGE: 19
BLOODTYPE:part Veela
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Gryffindor
HOUSE:Gryffindor
YEAR: 1
MAJOR: Dark Arts.
PERSONALITY: Student goals, Donovan isn't a hard core student and grows bored of it quickly. He's not for acing his work and is fine with getting at least an Acceptable, or worse. He's more interested in socializing and playing with people, instead of letting himself be run over by anyone. His goals aren't high actually, he just wants to end up with a good circle of people he can possibly consider friends, but wouldn't hate it if they wouldn't want to. He'd pick popularity over studies and try to remain his control.

As an adult he wants to possibly become a quidditch player or something outspoken, like a bar owner or something of such sorts. He wants to keep in touch with people, and at the same time be in the commanding position. It's safe to say he wants power and that it's not sure which side he's leaning on, so a possible career among the ministry isn't out of order.

Donovan is a sucker for friends who'll listen to him, follow his lead and just do what he says. There's few followers and he intends to find a circle of people he'll be okay with, pure bloods preferably. His interest lay with control, power, socializing, picking on people, being annoying to someone and put people in their place if necessary. He likes to think he's not evil, neither good, and thus have every right to put people in their place because he considers himself neutral. Being obnoxious and putting people on display certainly wouldn't fall bad with him either.

Donovan certainly doesn't like studies, people who backtalk in certain ways, those who think they know everything better because they study, people who feel he's easy, being put onto the side, being forgotten, being ignored and losing grip of himself. Having the most pointless of conversations and anything that easily angers him.

FAMILY: Donovan Malachi Hawthorne is born to an English mother and a Swedish father, in the capital Stockholm. He's known nothing but cold winters and summers and was learned the traditional ways of the Swedish, along with English manners which somehow never stuck. The cold environment had him playing outside alot, but always ended up stone cold because of the freezing temperatures. His parents, Alexander Hawthorne and Pristine Micheals, had another child a few years later but that baby died by birth. Donovan stayed the single child of the family and thus became the spoiled kid of a Pure Blood family. From then on he got everything he wanted, everything he asked for and eventually everything he demanded. They created a typical pure blood boy that got everything he wanted. The denying of his parents never ended up well because Donovan would get mad, angry and lock himself away, refusing to listen. He wasn't old enough to perform magic yet so he couldn't use it against them.

With the course of years he became more hostile, his parents claiming him to be some demon child sometimes but it usually subsided eventually. He went to a private school, his parents didn't want him mingling with muggles, and he found some people he socialized well with, great even. For a while everything seemed to go right as it should be, giving his parents less of a headache. There came a day however that his magic began to show it's sparks, unintentionally yet at the same time finally. For the school and it's students it was less fortunate however, the students freaking out. Teachers had seen these things before, but the majority of the kids being there didn't.

Once Donovan's magic began to grow he was taken out of school almost immediately to have more 'advanced' studies though interest was quickly lost, though he did learn magic control. There came a moment he got into Hogwarts, Gryffindor. Those years he initially wasn't certain of what to do, how to socialize and mostly kept himself mostly for the first year, to get himself settled in a bit of silence. Donovan knew that pressing himself onto people in this year would bode no good and he waited for the moments to strike right.

Year two he slowly began to develop himself, back to the way he was prior to before joining Hogwarts. His typical Gryffindor behavior was being put into works slowly, but gradually for his own safety. He knew he was but a second year and better make his parents proud somewhere in his first year, so he could focus on other things later. Many would see a second year, but he tried his best to keep in favor for now and found it a hard thing to do. Donovan was being controversial, which by itself was hard enough of a task to manage constantly, sometimes letting out and getting the punishment for it.

Year three, he met a boy he liked, sort of, and attempted to see if his feelings were mutual but they weren't. Apparently it came as a shock rather and it was a time where Donovan knew that he could implement his intentions through his year, finally growing to how he is really. His feeling of superiority came as a rising factor, his words becoming harsher even if without intention, and finally he lost the people he knew previously as friends of sort. His studies continued but began to slow down as he continued to find other things to do instead.

Year four was where he finally began to develop himself into more than just a Gryffindor boy with an attitude. He began to take actions, do more to make himself known and visible to the crowd and students. His studies slouched back even more and he just got mostly A's with the few exceptions of classes he actually enjoyed for one sick reason or another. Despite being uneventful by a most part, he did get into fights with others, also Gryffindors that obviously didn't like him, nor vice versa. Finally he's taking things into his own hands, deciding to take things for himself, and get his name somewhere out, in good or bad ways.

The years went on and Donovan progressed in Hogwarts. Donovan started to take interest in some area's of magic, transfiguration, charms, Dark Arts and potions. Donovan was ready to move on to his collegiate years, taking a fancy to Dark Arts. prick your finger it is done...the moon has now eclipsed the sun...the angel has spread its wings...the time has come for bitter things .


SAMPLE RP:

"Take it away." One of the servants at the Hawthorne home, a house placed in Stockholm, snow surrounding the premises of he Hawthorne household. The ordered maid pulled the plate back and spoke out of order, "But young master, your mother to-" "I don't care what she said! I don't want this. Bring me back something good." the young boy ordered, dismissing her with a quick wave of his hand, sitting in the chair in a slouching way. "When do they learn I don't eat that?!" His parents put muggle food every now and then on the table, typical muggle food that he wouldn't touch even if it had a platinum prized piece of meat on it. The teacher sitting across of him from the table was a muggle, eating his food without bothers until he received stares from the pure blood boy. Donovan didn't want this in his house, he shunned these mudbloods! But his parents, oh his parents thought it so great to have him be taught by a muggle of all blood types. They didn't get along often, hardly even. On accident he injured one, it was out of anger and it sent the female back to never return to the Hawthorne house ever again. Good for her, she didn't want to come back anyway!

Donocan was hungry though, probably explaining the reason why he was getting upset more. "Where's my food?!" they all knew well enough that his hunger needed to be sated before he'd barge into the kitchens and start throwing words towards everyone present. Soon enough the same servant girl came back in, presenting him with a medium-rare cooked steak, bacon, roasted potatoes, green peas and half a butterbeer. Donovan nodded his head and dismissed her again before finally starting to eat his food, eating the pieces violently while looking at the teacher on the other side with a smirk. Gosh how he'd like to chop up the teacher and get rid of him, but Donovan couldn't and sat there eating his food violently. "Thank you for today, I will be back next week." Donovan didn't say anything and just watched the male intently, waiting for him to remove himself out of the Hawthorne home and leaving the eighteen year old sit by himself, taking a deep breath before relaxing.

His hand reached the goblet with butterbeer it, unaware that there was something put into it so that the young master would get a sleep earlier. That was to give them all less of a trouble and he'd be knocked out for a while. Being unaware of it entirely he took a good chug from the drink, not noticing anything different and continuing to eat again. His steak was juicy, the meat chewed up nicely before swallowing it down, "This again.." it was a natural occurance almost, like it happened every week or so. They sometimes thought him a woman on a mad period, the reason they didn't want to deal with him. Eventually, the more he ate the drowsier he got and eventually he slouched down into his chair even more, having fallen asleep.

Later that evening he awoke in the same chair he had been knocked out in, his body hurting from the constant same position it had been laying in painfully. Everything hurt as he moved, groans of displease leaving him constantly, gritting his teeth. Sometime they'd have to pay, but it wasn't this day yet. They would know when Donovan would take them into his hands, maybe twist a pretty little neck somewhere for doing this to him when he found out. It happened every now and then, and he saw the patterns. Something had to happen, but not today.

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