Sorting (Term Eight)

[madeline isabella harden]

First Name:
Madeline [[Isabella]]
Last Name:
Harden
Age:
Not [[So]] Sweet [[Sixteen]]
Appearance:

Madeline is not a fairly tall girl…as a matter of fact; she is rather short compared to most. She is also an extremely slender girl. Though her figure isn’t as slim as some others, she still has a very small waistline and it stays that way, somehow. She has dark brown hair that sometimes lightens if given enough sunlight and grey blue eyes that stand out slightly more than her other features when it comes to the rest of her appearance. Her dark hair naturally has a slight curl to it, which she has quite a bit of fun with, experimenting with tons of different hairstyles and such. She loves experimenting with her hair and also often has quite a bit of fun with eye makeup, making her eyes stand out more than they do naturally.

She has a great dislike for a few of her appearance traits, however. One of these things is her height, as she does not reach the average height of people her age and she often has a difficult time reaching things on high shelves and what not. She finds it hard to walk around without tripping, due to the height of her figure. But this may be because of her clumsiness as well, in a way. Another one of her dislikes concerning her physical features are her dimples that appear each and every time she smiles. She finds these to be very awkward and unattractive, though that is not true in any way in most people’s opinion. A final trait that she finds odd about herself is her pale skin. Madeline has never had tanned or dark skin…always pale and milky, though she goes in the sunlight quite often. This annoys her greatly as it sometimes can, to her, seem to be a very unflattering feature when she does something such as blush.

Madeline’s personal style choices are hugely varied and spread out between pretty much anything. She usually enjoys wearing a wide variation of colors and has a great time mix-matching outfits or using clothing in ways that are more unique to society. She loves wearing elaborate jewelry that looks like it’s from the 18th century and is in love with olden-time dresses. She very much enjoys wearing different styles and sticking out in a crowd. She wears dresses over jeans or leggings and torn-to-bits jeans with fishnets underneath and tons of other crazy styles that she thinks of out of the blue. She very much enjoys being unique and making sure that she doesn’t look like others.

History:
Madeline Isabella Harden was born on October 13^th of 1991 to half-fairy/witch, Gracelyn James and pure-blood wizard, Marcus Harden [[Madeline is a Half-Blood Witch and Half-Fairy]], a couple who had been dating for nearly four years at the time and had decided to skip quite a few steps. Her mother, Gracelyn had, at the time, been only eighteen years old and her father, Marcus, nineteen and a half. But, the two braved through their problems and fought for their love for a full year and a half before Gracelyn’s more flirtatious and curious side brought out the worst in their relationship. Gracelyn fell in love with a handsome stranger, Parker Adams, as the man came through London, the resident location of the family of three. Madeline’s mother left her father a mere six months before the two were meant to marry one another and ran off with Parker Adams, marrying him two months after her disappearance and sending Madeline’s father an invitation to the wedding simply to hurt him, as the two had fought very angrily before she had left. Marcus Harden sunk into depression for a long while, but got through it for his little daughter, having just turned two years old at that time.

And so Madeline grew older, her father being the main companion that she had in her life and thinking of him as her closest and best friend in the world as she grew up. She, to this day, believes in her father in everything and loves him unconditionally and still turns to him for nearly every problem that arises in her life for guidance and council. But as she grew, Madeline’s life slowly became more empty, more hollow; she felt the need for more companionship, more friends. And so, sensing his daughter’s dilemma, Marcus Harden adopted a child, another little girl who was thirteen years old while Madeline was eleven. The young girl, Allison, and Madeline became fairly close as well, depending on each other while they were younger. But as the two grew older, they slowly grew apart and their relationship fell apart, causing strain in the family. Allison had fallen in love by the time she was sixteen years old, wanting to leave with the boy she had met and fallen for. This boy’s name was Damon Sparrow and as soon as the fourteen year old Madeline Isabella Harden met him, she knew not to trust him and knew that he would hurt Allison in the end. No wonder her sister had been coming home wounded lately…

Madeline and Allison argued it out that night in their shared bedroom as Damon and Marcus sat in silence downstairs in the kitchen, glaring at one another malevolently. The argument upstairs between the two sisters ended with a large red hand print being printed upon Madeline’s cheek and Allison walking out on the family with her most important possessions and Damon, not to be heard of at all for a full year. On Madeline’s fifteenth birthday, a surprise visitor came to call, slamming on the door angrily and begging for entry. It turned out to be Allison Sparrow, harboring a small child in her arms who she immediately passed to her father, begging that Madeline be the god mother when she was of age and for them to take care of her baby. She left in a hurry after that, just after hugging Madeline and kissing her father on the cheek and her baby girl, Vanessa, on the forehead. It turned out that Damon had been abusing both Allison and the baby and Allison had had to go back to him quickly so that he would not hunt down the baby and herself. Three days later, the Daily prophet had a large add on the front page, dedicated fully to Mrs. Allison Sparrow [[formerly Miss Allison Sparrow of Number eight, Harrow Street]]. The headline of this article broke Madeline’s heart. ‘Young Girl Murdered By Demon Husband.’

With the death of her sister, the care of the baby girl, who turned out to be half-demon from her father and half-witch from Allison herself, fell to Madeline, having been given the title of God Mother by Allison two days before. Madeline did her very best in the time she had left in London to take care of little Vanessa, knowing full well that she would never allow this girl to become like her father and that she would be raised well with Marcus Harden when Madeline went to school to learn more about magic. But it was a few months later that they learned of Damon’s plot to find the baby and kill them both, pushing Madeline along with her father and baby Vanessa Marie into hiding, their secret keeper being Scarlett Black, a friend of Marcus’ for many years who worked at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hogwarts was originally the school where Madeline was meant to attend before all of these terrible things had occurred. She and her father moved away from their home to the center of London where they would be safer from the eyes of Damon Sparrow and on her sixteenth birthday when Vanessa was a little over one year old, Madeline was sent off to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic to learn more about magic in a safer location.


Personality:
Smart / / Determined;;
Madeline is a real smart cookie. Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes are her two favorite subjects when it comes to academics and she is a major buff in all of these subjects. Madeline aspires to one day become an Auror or something of the like. She does her very best in school and usually keeps her grades at an fairly high average, slipping slightly lower every once in a while when she is having difficulty focusing or understanding a concept, which honestly happens a lot, though most of the time she catches up and fixes things in the end to the best of her ability. She enjoys school on most occasions and does her best not to procrastinate, though that is very difficult for her due to her Attention Deficit Disorder.

Silly / / Wild;;
Madeline may love school, but when the books are closed and the notes are out of the way, she’s all ready to have fun and all about making others laugh and laughing herself. She's always making jokes and smart remarks around her friends to make them laugh or cheer them up. She's a very ecstatic and high-energy girl. She is usually hyper, whether you give her sugar or not; it's just her way. She loves dancing around like no one is watching and singing at the top of her lungs for absolutely no reason whatsoever. From partying to extreme sports and everywhere in between, she basically has done or aspires to do it. With little miss Madeline, there’s never a dull moment and never an awkward pause in speech. She wants to rock the world and have the time of her life by her own terms.

Flirtatious / / Curious;;
A trait Madeline has inherited from her fairly absent birth mother, she is fairly curious when it comes to the male sex and she takes that curiosity to a whole new level, getting to know those boys very well and getting quite close with them. She, however, does her very best to control herself when it comes to her love life, because she doesn’t want to get hurt or hurt others as had happened with her mother and father all those years ago. She is fairly trusting and has been hurt before, sadly, by those of the male sex. But, as always, she remains a hopeless romantic and is always searching for love from the most uncanny places to places where love is quite dominant.

Clumsy;;
With all of the good, there must always come the bad as well. Madeline definitely has some issues when it comes to things like balance. She can hardly even walk a straight line without concentrating on it the entire time. She is always running into things and getting hurt, and she seems to break quite a few things on a regular basis. She hates the fact that she is never able to notice when she is going to get hurt or trip or something and the fact that she is so much less graceful than she wishes to be.


Sweet/Kind;;
Madeline is always out to help others. She'll go out and talk to random people who look like their having a bad day and do her best to cheer them up, adding very much to the reason she has usually kept quite a few friends in the past. She's always making others laugh and smile and it always makes her feel good. She loves doing things for others and would probably try her hardest to help with just about anything if she was asked. Madeline is a really good person and her heart is put into everything she does.

Emotional;;
Madeline, though very smart and kind, can also have a very sharp tongue sometimes and can be very easily annoyed or angered at times. She is also very easily depressed at times and takes things to heart very easily. She is not usually one to take being mocked or being made fun of and then just keep on going without caring that it happened. Basically, it eats her up inside and makes her feel quite bad about herself, though she has been doing a bit better with not letting it get to her in recent times. She usually doesn’t care what others say or do and has never cared what practically anyone thinks of her…but she still wishes that some people would simply grow up and just try to get along with others for once. She tries her best to not resort to violence and fighting in her lifetime thus far…but she has, in the past, been fairly violent and fought quite a bit with others who have angered her.

Artistic;; [[Last one I swear.]]
Madeline is really big into the arts. She is usually seen doing anything from singing or playing an instrument to making a sculpture, sketching, or painting. She enjoys all forms of art immensely and finds art to be her real passion in life…her outlet that helps her escape whenever she needs to get out of the real world for a little while. Most people find her to be a freak for spending so much time alone and writing poetry and what not…but really its just a way of expressing yourself just like anything else…only in a more poetic and soul filled sort of way.

Sample RP:
Madeline ran across the small space that was her bedroom I the new home of the Harden family, the wooden floor boards creaking slightly as she bounded across them to her closet. The young girl, having bought all of her supplies for school a few days before this time, was getting ready to get to school, though she was no where near prepared to leave her father and little niece. She pulled her new broom from the closet, a fairly well-kept Nimbus 2001, and set it in a leaning position against the wall as she rummaged through for a few last-minute provisions for her school year. She had everything packed at last and was nearly ready to leave as she set her jewelry box into the large trunk that she was using to carry her things as she prepared herself both mentally and physically to set of for the Palace of Beauxbatons in France. Her small white kitten, Bast jumped up onto the bed and she picked the small, blind creature up and placed her in the cat carrier along with her other kitten, Edward.

She lifted the cat-carrier from the bed, the animal’s soft mews echoing through the room as she walked through the door and down the hallway to the small living area where her father, Marcus was waiting, little Vanessa held in his arms. Madeline felt tears forming in her eyes as she looked at her father and she went to the sofa, putting down the cat-carrier as her father placed Vanessa in her crib and she jumped up, wrapping her arms around her father’s neck and hugging him tightly. She didn’t know how long it would be before she saw him again…but she knew for a fact that it would be a long while and she didn’t want to leave him behind. She felt her tears flowing freely now as she clung desperately to her father, not wanting to leave at all. Her tears soaked into his shirt and she pulled away, covering her face with her hands as her father pulled her into another tight hug, holding her close. “It’s all right, Maddie. We’ll be seeing each other soon…I swear,” her father whispered into her ear as he hugged her for a few more moments. At last, Marcus Harden pulled away and left the room, heading to her room to get her trunk.

Madeline Isabella Harden walked to the crib where her little niece and god-daughter, Vanessa Marie Sparrow, lay, staring up at her with eyes so similar to her mother’s that it made Madeline choke slightly as a sob tore from her throat. She lifted the small girl from the crib and held her gently in her arms, kissing her forehead and then laying her back down in the crib to let her sleep. Her father came back into the living room with her trunk and easel in hand and a small smile formed on her lips as she looked at him, laughing a little before going to help the poor man with the easel. “Do you really need that thing, Mads?” he asked her softly, staring at her with his gray eyes and she nodded. “Yes, father, I do,” she said and smiled at him. The man shook his head slowly and pulled out his wand, rolling his eyes slightly. He cast a spell to make the easel shrink and put it in her trunk along with the rest of her art supplies, clothes, and such.

Madeline hugged her father again quickly and kissed his cheek as she heard the calls of conductor, Stan Shunpike from outside, beyond the open door of their small, homey cottage. “I’ll miss you, father,” she said softly and hugged him tightly before releasing him to kiss Vanessa on the forehead once more and grabbing her small bag to keep with her that harbored her money and the like. Her father loaded her trunk onto the Knight Bus as she climbed aboard with the help of Stan Shunpike and she waved to him once she had found somewhere to sit, on a lonely bed near the back, as nearly all of the other’s were taken. Her father waved back and, with an incredible jerk, the Knight Bus was off toward her next destination. She sat on the bed in the back in silence, wondering when she would be seeing her father again and lay down, curling up on the bed and humming softly to herself. She drifted slowly to sleep, dreaming of her older sister as a tear escaped through her closed, sleeping eyes.

Must be Cossu

[keeble]

First Name: William
Last Name: Keeble
Age: 15
Appearance:


William has black hair, like both his parents. He has dark brown eyes and is fairly tall. His favorite colors are red, blue, and black.


History: William is a pretty normal kid. Both his parents went to Beauxbatons, and his family has a lot of money. They are all Purebloods, but are a very smart, brave family. William is always wanting to do adventurous things, and his older sister likes to read, and write. William's sister is a year older then him, and makes sure he knows it. They are very close, but fight as normal siblings do, but mostly they joke around with eachother.

Personality: William is very adventurous. He likes to explore things, and go to knew places. He likes nature, and animals. He is always observing them. He is smart, he likes to read and to study things. William likes to make new friends, and isn't afraid to talk to people. He is very clumsy, so he had learned to laugh at himself, and just make jokes of his clumsyness.

Sample RP:
William had went to bed early, and had fallen asleep quickly. But once it got later, and everyone else was in bed, William woke up. He wasn't sure why he had. He thought it might have been a bad dream he had had, but couldn't remember. But William had tried to fall back asleep, but wasn't able to. So he decided to walk around the school for a bit. He made sure to be very quiet, afraid he was going to wake someone. But he didn't and he was able to sneak out fine.

Once he got out of the Boys Dorm Room, then the Common Room, and was walking around the school, he got bored. He didn't want to go too far because he was afraid he would get lost. So he decided to go to a place where it was nice and quiet, and where no one would be around.


William walked quietly out of Hogwarts. He had been afraid he would get caught, but no one seemed to be around. Once William was out of Hogwarts, he started walking away from the Castle. After a couple minutes, William finally came to his destination. The lake was just about the best place to be at night. Especially when the moon and stars are out. It looked really neat. William had gone there a couple times at the beginning of the term, but was too busy to do it too often.

William started walking near his favorite tree, which was an ordinary tree, but it was big enough to give off a lot of shade when it was warm and sunny out. Whenever William got the chance, he would go there sit by the tree, relax and read, do his homework, or study.

Must be Cossu

[polkadot022]

First Name:Kayleen
Last Name: Carlson [sister's with Ashley&Peyton Carlson]
Age: 11
Appearance:
Kay is not that tall, in fact she is about half an inch to an inch shorter that other girls her age. She is skinny and has green eyes when she is happy. Her teeth are very straight.

History: Kayleen was born in Italy but, before she learned to speak Italian, when she was eight months old specifically, her and her family moved to France. The family speaks both English and French. Her parents speak a lot of French, Kayleen speaks a lot of both, and since Ashley prefers English, that's what her parents speak to Ashley. Kay and her sister, Ashley, didn't get along very well, but did talk to each other. They just didn't talk much. Ashley had by far, more friends than Kayleen. People made fun of Kayleen a lot, because her eye color changed a lot, due to her mood. It normally stayed blue, her lonely color.

Whenever someone actually talked to Kayleen, she was happy, and her eye color changed to green. Kay only made one actual friend at her muggle school. Her name was Mindy, and she never cared about Kay's eyes. They were best friends, until Mindy died of Leukemia cancer at age 9. Kay was very sad, for about a year, and still cries when she thinks about her beloved friend. Mindy's death put Kayleen into a deep state of saddness for about four months. After the four months, she just cried when she though about Mindy, which was quite a bit for a few months. She hadn't learned how to forget easily at that age, she was much too young to have figured that out on her own.

For the four months after Mindy's death, Kayleen stayed in her room most of the time. She would come out to eat and use the restroom, then go back in. When she came out of her room, she always had her favorite teddy bear with her. She mainly lied on her bed hugging the teddy bear and crying at night. Whenever she wasn't lying down crying, eating, or using the bathroom, she was drawing and coloring pictures of Mindy, her teddy sitting next to her.

When Kay was ten years old, She began a few non academic activities. She had never done any before then,and she believed that her parents liked her sister better, and that was the reason. She had no proof that her parents liked Ashley better, but it was her theory. Kay took up gymnastics, cheerleading, and soccer. She enjoyed soccer the most, although, she had only two friends there, and they weren't as good friends as Mindy and Kay were once.

When Kay got her letter admitting her to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, she was nervous. many questions sawm through her head. Would people make fun of her there? Would she make friends there? And her biggest question of all, could she do it all? Questions branched off that one. Could she do the magic? Could she put up with her sister? And her last question, the one she wanted the most to happen, would she have fun?

Personality: Kay is very lonely. She has barely any friends, and she and her sister don't get along. When she gets friends, she is very happy, but when they leave her, she is very lonely again. She always had the feeling that her parents liked Ashley better, so she doesn't talk to Ashley or her parents all that much. She tries to have fun alone in her room. She was happy for about a week every time someone just talked to her, unless it was an insult.

When Kayleen is happy, she is HAPPY. She skips around and smiles. She talks much more cheerfully and even to her sister, sometimes. The teachers sometimes wonder about her when she gets so cheerful.

Kayleen gets sarcastic sometimes. She tries not to around her parents or family, but on her soccer team, she is sarcastic with her friends, but not in a mean way, in a joking way. She loves to joke with her soccer team, even though they weren't best friends, they were good.

KayKay was definatley clumsy. She falls, trips, hits her head on things...ect. Name a clumsy things, and it has happened. She doesn't try, she's just naturally a clumsy person, but that's just the way she is. She hasn't ever gotten badly hurt, just bruises and scrapes. She hasn't been in the hospital, alot. Not more than five times.

Kayleen is kind and loves animals. She likes horses, dogs, cats, birds, and many other animals. Whenever she sees anyone less fortunate then herself, she feels very bad for them. She loves to give to charity, with the fact in her mind that she is helping someone else get through life a little easier. She always though that if she ever got sick of a disease with no cure, she would donate her body to help find a cure, so that she could save another kid.

Kayleen is very creative and artistic. She likes to paint, draw, write poems, and stories. Her favorite of the two are writing poetry and stories. She likes to write poetry to help express herself and how she feels, and she likes to write stories about a lot of things. She writes kids stories, nonfiction stories, and fiction. She also loves to sing and dance. She likes to cut clothes out of magazines and make outfits when she gets bored.

Kayleen is also very quiet and to herself. She normally sits alone and writes or draws. Her and Ashley's arguing doesn't help her get 'out there' and make friends, either. She had stayed alone in her room so long at home, she stayed alone at school too. The reason she stayed in her room a lot at home, was because she didn't want to argue with Ashley all the time. Kay was the only one that got into trouble when they fought.

Sample RP:

Kayleen sat in her room on her bed singing quietly to herself. She had a beautiful voice, and loved to use it. She was singing a song by Taylor Swift. It was called, "Our Song" and it was a very good song. It had played on the radio a few minutes ago and was now stuck in Kay's head. She loved the song, it was one of her favorites. She sang the chorus happily.

Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

Kayleen sighed as she heard her mother calling up the steps in French. "Kayleen, répondent au téléphone ! Je suis occupé à faire le dîner !" The phone was ringing and her mother was telling her to pick it up, she was busy making dinner. Kay called back in French that she would get it. "Ok, je répondrai au téléphone !" Kayleen ran to the phone to the room and answered it. "Hello?"

On the phone was Kathrine, a girl from Kay's cheer team. They had just scheduled a practice for Thursday afternoon at six in the afternoon. Kayleen wrote down the information and would give it to her mother later. She walked back to her bed and smiled. She turned on the television to a talk show. She wasn't going to watch it, she just didn't like the silence in her room.

Kayleen opened her diary to an empty page and began to think of poem ideas. She had many ideas in her head after thirty seconds, then she just needed to pick one. She finally decided on a love poem. She pressed her pencil to the page, and began to write, in English, a poem.

You put a daze into my world.
Every thought inside me head gets swirled.
And it's all just because I look at you.
Love is the way, it's true.
I love the way you say my name,
They way i feel about you will stay the same.

Kayleen closed the notebook and heard her and Ashley being called to dinner. Kayleen ran so that she would be first to dinner. If she was last, she was most likely late. That's just how it was in the family. Kayleen wasn't loved the same way that Ashley was. It was different then she expected a caring loving family to be. When Kayleen got to the table first, she sighed in relief. She took some spaghetti out of the big bowl on the table and began eating. After about a minute, Ashley walked down the stairs, on her cell phone.



Okay...but I had two questions/concerns. Mindy died of what type of cancer, and how did this affect Kayleen's personality? Second question is....an 11 year old? Flirty? I'm sorry, but thats a little weird. You have to think that this is an 11 year old, so they're on the in between of 'eww girls have cooties' and attraction.

Okay, I took out the flirty paragraph, i put what type of cancer Mindy died from, and what Kay acted like after it. Hope it's okay now

Must be Cossu

[owen]

First name: Owen
Last name: O'challagan
Age:16
Apearence: Owen is a tall guy with an athletic build. Hes got dirty blonde hair, He always is in jeans, and a tee shirt unless more of a dressy look is needed. He is always wearing a backward baseball hat. He has blue-green eyes, A tattoo of a mural of outer space on his left upper arm, and youll most likely always see him with a guitar.

History: Owen grew up in a pretty small family with his mum, dad, and his twin brother. He grew up in Manchester, England. His childhood wasnt the best his parents fought a lot and never got along they never seemed to try either. as Owen grew older he ran farther and farther away from his parents sadly leaving his brother behind. He lived with his grandparents in Brighton, England, after living with them for several years his grandparents both died and he was left to fend for himself. He was scared but he dealt with his losses and became the person he is today.

personality: Owen is a rebel (hence the tattoo), hes very musical, loves girls, he is a helpless romantic, hes a wee bit cheeky at times, but he is very nice, hes a survivor, he finds it hard to let people into his life easily afraid of being hurt again.. He also has very bad self confidence issues he claims everyone he loves ends up dying or never seen again.

Sample RP: Owen was sitting alone in his room his guitar on his lap and his notebook wide open with a bunch of scribbles of what was going to be a song. He felt that the best therapy for him was to right songs. But this day wasnt the same he couldn concentrate on his work. Usually he could have a song done in under an hour that is perfect. But he wasnt himself since leaving home when he was yong and leaving his brother behind he was guilty and today being his birthday which he shared with his twin brother.

Owen got up and tore up the song he was working on and threw it across the room. He couldnt deal with the pain anymore so he sat down and began writng a letter that he would send to his brother. He started writing it poured out every emotion telling him how sorry he was to leave him there with his parents. He also asked for forgivness for doing so. Owen had not written or made any sort of contact with any of his family since leaving his descesed grandparents home. Owen finished the letter sealed it adressed it and held it in his hands.

His next move probably wasnt the smartest but he decided to do tit anyway. He pulled out a box of matches and lit the letter on fire. Sitting there he tried to let all the pain of his past escape him. And it did it had felt like the world was lifted off of his shoulders, Picking up his guitar and notebok again he began trying to write a song he entilted "brothers".

Must be Rouerie

[jesse]

First Name: Peyton
Last Name: Carlson [sister with Kayleen&&Ashley]
Age: 16
Appearance:

She has a head full of natural blonde curls which she doesn't really like so much but is too lazy to get the straightener out all the time. Her eyes are a lovely expressive shade of hazel like you can see here. Her body type is petite and she worries a lot about her weight which means she tends to skip meals every now and then. Her wings are folded inwards tightly against her back so they don’t stick out, large white and beautiful. Lastly, she stands fairly tall at about 5"6.
History:

She was born on the first of May in the fresh clean St. Thomas Hospital of London on a warm spring evening, at around 7 pm. It was an easy birth, contradicting all those rumours that boys were meant to be easier than girls. Peyton Erin-Anne Carlson grew up cherished by her parents especially as she was their firstborn child. After a couple of years, the second when her little sister Ashley was born, the family moved back to the faerie kingdom and lived there happily enough free and hidden from the outside world. Then at the age of five eight months after her little sister Kayleen was born, Ainsley [English Wizard] and Amelia [French Fairy] decided to move back to the Wizarding World so that the girls would get used to it when they went to a Wizarding school. They had a little cottage on the outskirts of Rome, Italy with a nanny that looked after the girls in the daytime while their parents were working. Everything went well…until once, Peyton was playing outside in her backyard. Her wings were out on full display as she practised her flying with child-like joy, swooping up and down the yard and seeing how long she could hover in between the trees.

Unbeknownst to her, two muggle boys were hidden in the bushes watching her every move. No sooner had her feet touched the ground when they dragged her off, tied her up and demanded to know where she had gotten her wings from. She pleaded, begged them to leave her alone, told them it was all natural and she couldn’t give them over because she was born and stuck with them. They wouldn’t listen and tortured her with cigarette burns till they realised she wasn’t lying, so then they moved on to trying to cut off her wings with a large kitchen knife that the first boy who was a butchers son had stole from his kitchen easily.

Luckily Amelia had been looking for her child as by this time it had gotten dark and late, and she found them when they were about to start. Her fury was terrible to behold and Peyton couldn’t look. Fey are, after all, known best for their mischievous tricks which can be dangerous let alone without the force of true anger behind them. The boys were never seen of or heard again and Peyton didn’t bother asking. They moved house yet again to the south of France and lived much more safely although things were never the same again. At 13 years old, she received an Owl of acceptance from Beauxbatons Academy saying that there were still places free if she still wished to join the school, as at five years old her parents had forbidden her. Now, with that incident firmly in the past she felt like she could finally attend. Since then on she has never had much love for muggles, and has vowed to herself never to beg again.

Personality:

Peyton gets a little touchy about her fairy blood, especially about her wings with that incident with the muggles when she was little. She doesn't like to let a lot of people see unless she's flying, in which case she doesn't mind because they are her pride && joy. She will fight to defend what she believes in and to protect those choice few whom she loves, to the death so she certainly isn't one to make an enemy of. She tends to get a little sarcastic, but she's always friendly at first sight. Making friends comes easily to her as she knows how to have fun and a good time but every now and then she screws up, usually big time. Out of 5 friends she’ll have lost one, and usually it’ll be her fault the reasons for it ending varying from cheating with another girl’s man to believing in the wrong rumour. She has a whole ton of pride, and she’s pretty much fearless – she’ll never refuse a dare if you accuse her of being afraid. She hasn’t decided where she stands in this War yet, but you can be certain of one thing...she won’t base her decision on who’s meant to be ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ but on joining the winning side. She's quite mischievous and loves to pull pranks and cause a little trouble and drama just for the fun of it. Her one biggest flaw is that she has tendency to look down on people that she thinks are losers for various reasons e.g. bad dress sense, constantly got their nose in a book etc.

Sample RP:

Masses of fine blonde curls fell in a curtain over her face, obscuring the features of the girl who was sitting on the four poster bed cross legged. Her breathing was loud in the empty dorm room, ragged and heavy as she clenched eyelids tightly shut in a firm unwillingness to let even a single tear escape. The light of a silvery waning moon filtered through the cream curtains, bathing the room in a soft ivory haze. The past night brought memories to mind, of a certain dark haired person of the male variety.

He had been her companion on what was usually a solitary night, and flown with her answering her prayers just like some twisted type of angel. Angels - she would always be suspicious of them, but by his scent he hadn't been one of them. She had wanted to be with someone so badly that night that she'd been unusually quick to let her guard down...she wasn't yet sure of whether she would regret that or not. Fey were fickle by nature and it wasn’t often that she met one of her own kind, and after that night he had disappeared on her so that once again she was alone.

“Damn it!” She banged her fist on her bedside table, hardly noticing the pain shooting up her arms as trickles of crimson blood seeped out from the swiftly opening wounds on her hand caused by the broken glass on her table from something she’d smashed earlier- she couldn’t remember what. A small groan escaped her lips as she raked her other hand through her hair. She had to look for him. That kiss, and what had turned out to be so much more, certainly more than she’d bargained for…a sudden knockknockknock at the door caused her to jump slightly as a voice called out.

“Peyton? Hey, it’s me Jenna”. Awkward pause as she panicked, the state of the room was sure to bring questions that she couldn’t and wouldn’t answer. “Uh…letting me in my own dorm room sometime soon would be nice”. “Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess,” she called back brightly. “Gimme a sec”. She sweeped the broken glass off of her desk and onto her table, kicking a few stray bits of glass aside as she closed the curtains of her four poster bed. “Come in!”

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Must be Sournois

[dream]

First Name: Isabella
Middle Name: Geneviève
Last Name: Maunier
Age: 16
Appearance:
Isabella is about 5 feet and 5 inches in height and weighs about 100 pounds. She is a very skinny girl but healthy and a bit athletic. Bella has brown copper hair that comes below her shoulder and has a nice shade of green eyes. she also has a hint of freckles on both sides of her face.

History:
Isabella Maunier is 16 years old and was born on December 6,1991 in Melbourne, Australia. Bella lived with both of her parents in Melbourne, Australia until her parents got in a divorce. After the divorce, Isabella's Mother wanted to live in Paris, France and she decided to take Isabella when Bella was 5 years old. As she gets older, she realized that something is changing in a weird way. When young Isabella was about 7 years old, her father moved to Paris as well and has started to visit her and her mother 3 times a week. At the time when she was 8 1/2 years old, Isabella found a yearbook of some sort and it was dated before Bella was born. During the time she was looking through the book she realized the symbols of Gryffindor and of so much more. Thats when it hit her hard. Both of her parents went to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry when they were younger, long before Bella was born.

As the time passes and the more she sees her father, The more she talks about magic. The more she questioned, the less the father answered until one day in late September when Bella was 10 years old, she told him about the hogwarts yearbook she had found in the attic a couple years back.

As the weeks passed into months and as Isabella becomes 13 years old, She wonders in thought that if her parents are hiding something from her. As she goes back to the attic of her house, something caught her eye. She walked towards a pile of old dated books that has got her attention but there was only one that stands out. It was a leather back spell book. As she took the book in her hands and as she travel downstairs to her mother and father, they understand that it was time to tell her the truth. They explain to her that she was a witch and the only young witch in the Maunier family.

Personality:
Isabella love to read books and poems and write poetry. she's mostly shy around new people but once you really get used to her then you would know how active, sweet, adventurous, caring, and brave person she is. If her family or friends are in trouble then she would always stand up for them and for what is right. Bella is mostly a people person sometimes when she in an exciting mood. She love challenges and anything that can be close to a dare.

Right now she's just like a bookworm with some nerves and sometimes when she really angry, she has a bad attitude but that is very rare and i mean very. Some types of things that would get her mad is if people would talk about her behind her back or they talk about her parents or far worst.... Her Godparents' accident. During Christmas eve last year, Bella found out that her Godparents got killed in a car crash. To Bella, they were the only parents she had since her real parents fought a lot. But thats not the only problem about her, well not mentally i mean. Bella can sometimes be clumsy when it comes to running or walking in a normal way. Not that she is nice and everything but she is sometime not good with balance. Sometimes she can act like a know-it-all in some occasions but thats when there's something in her mind or if she is busy with homework or other things.

Bella is a person that respects different people and their different customs of talking or eating or learn and if they need their space or they need someone to talk to that can be a good friend then you are looking at her. Somethings in her life are to difficult for her to go alone but there are some other things in life she can just travel in happiness or in tears.

Sample RP:
Raining. Cold. Alone. The day is getting colder and the sky is getting darker. As Isabella enters the most spacious but wonderful room in the whole house (as so she thinks), the library, her head is filled with wonder and ideas of imagination come to her mind. With her head up high but her thoughts in the clouds, she just looks around at all the book and its selves that covers wall to wall. Books of English, Books of French, books of poetry and so much more fill these walls and so many she has read. so many except for a couple.

As she turns away from the door and walks to the center of the room, a pinch of joy has come to her heart. Wondering and looking for a book that would entertain her would be hard to find but as Bella looks over towards the selves that was nearest to the window, there was something that she doesn't recognized. Walking closer and closer to this mysterious book was like a memory playing over again but this was different.

As the book that she was looking before was in her hands, a hint of satisfaction came upon her. Wondering and looking around for where she could sit to read such a thick book was not to be answered, not quickly at least. As she realized something was missing but she didn't knew exactly until she said to herself " Where did all the chairs and tables go?" Some confusion came to mind but she didn't care about it one bit.

Young Bella looks around seeing if anyone would be watching her or even heard what she said earlier. As the silence continues and as the rain moves on, she decides to sit on the floor and leaning her back gently against the selves behind her. Opening the thick leather book, Isabella begins to read parts of " The Lady of Shalott" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot...



But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.



And down the river's dim expanse,
Like some bold seer in a trance
Seeing all his own mischance,
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

- From "The Lady of Shalott" By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
(this is the original version of the lady of shalott)

I've re-read it, but after doing so I've noticed that you've made her far too perfect. The only flaw you gave her is that she can have a bad attitude, but thats rare? That isn't enough of a flaw.

Once again. I am so sorry for the confusion. I had added some stuff and i hope i got this right. Once again, I am sorry for the confusion.

Must be Rouerie

[mionette]

First Name: Mionette Duphine Claudia Arturia

Middle Name: Doux

Last Name: Sorcière

Age: 16

Birthdate: October 26

Appearance: Arturia is a medium sized girl with a huge chest. She has shoulder length ash blonde hair and an amber-colored right eye and a blue-colored left eye. She usually wears jeans and any t-shirt that's comfy but she also like to wear dresses,track suits, and sexy clothes.

History: She is a princess from the country of Gaea with 14 siblings. She has a twin named Eric, who is like the guy version of her in physical appearance. She went to Beauxbatons because her whole family went there. She is also a sports star,like any sport she'd join in, an artist, as in poetry,stories,paintings,sculptures,a musician, she knows how to play more than 25 instruments, and a martial artist, she has mastered more than 60 types of martial arts.

Personality: Arturia is outgoing,fun,humorous,artistic and brave. But she is also stubborn and dramatic at times. She is a straight A student who was a prefect in her previous school, every guy has a crush on her but she is still looking for the guywo'll make her heart beat like crazy. She will go to the ends of the earth to save anyone,even her worst enemy, that's what makes her an amzing role model. And since she has photographic memory,which means she can't forget anything, whenever someone does something to her she just lets it pass. With a voice that comforts yet commands respect she is a born leader who is not to be messed around with.

Sample RP: Arturia is in class when she recieves a paper butterfly. She opens it and reads, "Are you free on Friday?", she sends is back saying,"Talk to you at the courtyard later.". When her teacher suddenly asks her, 'Miss Sorciere, what was our lesson yestrday?'. Remembering she was in 'Living in the Muggle World' class, she remebered that yesterday was the quiz on 'How to distinguish between muggle pets and magical creatures in disguise'. So she stands up and says calmly,'Sir, we didn't have a lesson yesterday because we had a quiz.'. "Thank you, Miss Sorciere.(the bell rings)Whoops, there goes the bell. All of you enjoy your lunch. And don't forget to do your homework.'.

When Arturia reached the courtyard, she sees a note that says, "I love you. I feel mad at myself for not saying this before I leave for England. I'm so sorry. I love you.
Love,
Robert'
She had tears in her eyes and whispered,'I love you too Robert.'

Ok you need to add a little more to your appearance, or maybe add a picture to go along with it. You need more in your history and a longer and better RP Sample. Also you need to check spelling, punctuation, grammar and so on. Like spacing after commas and periods and so on. You need to check it all, thanks.

[heartbreaker22]

First Name: Daphne Antoinette
Last Name: Gautier
Age: 15
Appearance:



Daphne has a shy look to her face with blush on and with more makeup of dark colors she looks more powerful. Although she is only 5'5'' she still thinks she's a bit short. Though her family and friends say that she's really tough and strong. Behind all of that she is a not so slim girl but is a very slender girl with a slim waistline. People are surprised that she is slim though she eats a lot, and the reason why she eats a lot is because she thinks of herself as too fat. Her hair is dark brown with highlights of blonde and red. In the sunlight her hair seems to turn to a red color like her highlights. Though sometimes she changing her whole look by changing her hair color to blonde, but she mostly likes her hair to be a dark brown.

History: Daphne Antoinette Gautier is the middle child of the family, and was born on January 10th, 1992. The oldest child is her brother, Lance David Gautier, and he is 16. The youngest of the family is her sister, Susan Hannah Gautier, and she is 13. Their parents are David Phineas Gautier and Hannah Antoinette Gautier. The Gautier family took names from there grandparents or relatives.

Daphne is 1/2 witch, and 1/2 muggle though she learned that she has a bit of fairy blood from her mothers side. Daphne's mother's name before she got married was Hannah Antoinette Carrow and her mother's name before she got married was Bellatrix Hannah Stone. Bellatrix Stone married to Edwin Merope Carrow when they were 20 years old, it was like love at first sight that they didn't give it a second thought to marry.
In a year they had a baby girl and that was Daphne's mother, Daphne's mother also had two brothers and two sisters. All of them were half blood except for one brother, Peter Alexandre Carrow, the older boy in the family. He was a muggle, and he thought that since everyone else in his family are wizards that his family didn't have time for him, so he ran away and never came back. People thought that it was because he wanted to join forces with the demonic side, though the Carrow family did not agree.

Then one day Daphne's mother's parents went to go search for Peter, but they never came back and no one in the family knew why. Although they wanted to call police to find their parents, they thought that the police would figure out that they're a wizard family. So they waited and waited in the old house, and grew hopelessness. Then Daphne's mother had an idea that if she got married they'll be safe because they'll have a family. So Daphne's mother went out with her brother and sisters for a walk, when some wizard came out of the blue and performed the Avada Kedavra curse on them and killed the youngest sister and wounded her brother. Then they came back home with a surprised meeting of the farmers that lived nearby. They saw what happened and knew that they were a wizard family and the farmers were too, so they helped cure Daphne's mother's brother until in 3 months he recovered.

One of the farmers was once a healer, and the first time he saw Daphne's mother he was in love, just like her father was in love with her mother. So she decided to tell her brother and sister that she wants to get married with the healer who's name was David Phineas Gautier, and since he cured her brother they all agreed to the marraige. Although Hannah was only 20 and David was 27, she thought it was worth it. After the marriage they moved quickly to London where they stayed for 2 years. To their surprise Hannah had a baby boy which they named Lance, and then in 1 year they had a baby girl which they named Daphne, then in 2 years they had another baby girl which they named Susan. Even though they were happy, they were still cautious about their surroundings.

When Lance, Daphne, and Susan grew up they always wanted to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Though their parents disagreed since they thought it was too dangerous to go there, because of what happened in the past there. So Daphne suggested to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and Susan and their parents agreed. Though Lance disagreed, he wanted to go to Durmstrang Institute, but he lost and he just went with whatever his parents said, though he said that he'll never go with what his sisters would say. So from then on they got ready to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, which they thought would be the safest for them.


Personality: Daphne is a tomb boy though she can be girly and care for her makeup and all. Though she is very clumsy and immature at times when she rushes to do something or when her brother annoys her. Behind that she's very smart at DADA, Astronomy, Potions and Transfiguration. Though she doesn't get Herbology and Divination, that's why she lets her mom and dad help her when she studies. Though at times she loves school but when she is curious about something, or she daydreams or wanders off to another planet at times, that gets her detention. Although her studies are really important to her, that she is determined to learn no matter what.

What Daphne would give up anything in the world for is music and art, the only thing that would keep her motivated and heading in the right direction. People sometimes don't appreciate her music and art work, though her family is always there for her when she performs for guest or for many people at plays and musicals. Even though she wants to get discovered someday she'd rather just keep her music to herself.

Some may call her flirty and that is true, though she prefers to just hang out with a guy or guys, and treat them like real people not just love bait. Though when she does like someone she begins to feel flirty and just goes for it, like she always says that there's nothing to be afraid of once you're best friends. Although she is flirtatious she isn't emotional at all, even if someone brakes up with her she doesn't complain about, or if people insult her she just walks away or try to put out her anger by punching something.

Sample RP: It was only 8 am that Daphne woke up and felt kind of wrong inside her. She jumped out of bed and pushed the blankets away, then walked to her dresser mirror. "What is wrong with me?" she asked herself then continued to get ready for the morning. As she finished she walked downstairs briskly and entered the kitchen looking as if she was drunk. Her mother was cooking pancakes and her father was sitting ready the newspaper. "Goodmorning, where is Lance and Susan?" Daphne asked looking tired still.

Her mother suspected something was wrong with Daphne but she just said to herself that she could still be tired. "Goodmorning," said Daphne's mother and father together. "Lance and Susan are in the living room playing video games," said Daphne's mother. Then she walked away without looking back and continued to the living room. She saw that her brother and sister were playing the video games and didn't notice she was there.

There was something in Daphne's mind that wanted to make her not ask anyone and do it. Daphne wanted to just visit her family graveyard and find out what happened to her grandparents. "Susan, Lance, can I talk to you?" asked Daphne as if it wasn't the right time. Then all of a sudden they turned off their video game and looked at Daphne. "What I wanted to say is that, you know when mom told us about her family tree and history. Well I was thinking to go off to the graveyard where our grandparents were buried and look at the stone to see what's written on it," said Daphne anxiously.

The only thing Lance and Susan could do was look at each other in bewilderment. "And that'll be fun, how?" asked Susan uncertain."Look, I think that was by far the most stupid thing you've ever said and want to do," said Lance like he was her father. Then all Daphne had to do was to disconnect the video game to have some cooperation, and when she headed to the wires, Susan and Lance said, "No!" together. "Then if you don't listen I'll disconnect this game and you'll have to start all over again!" shouted Daphne angrily. Then in a second Lance and Susan looked as if they cared and tried to listen. "Well I guess you can go but only if you go with me. Since it's dangerous out there for a witch or wizard," explained Lance. "But then how am I gonna distract mom and dad?" asked Susan. "Just say that we went out for a walk and to meet our friends to shop, and that we'll be back at atleast 12 o' clock," explained Lance.

Then they both walked secretly over to the coat hanger and took their jackets and put them on quietly as well as their shoes. "OK, ready?" asked Lance and Daphne nodded. Then they opened the door trying to not make it creak and went out into the morning air.

The only thing I have a problem with is she seems a bit too perfect. She's seems perfect at everything. Everyone has flaws. So you need to add in some flaws, because no one's perfect. Then I'll sort you.

I'm so sorry.Modified.

Must be Rouerie

[applegirl]

First Name: Alexander
Last Name: Bakely
Age: 13
Appearance: This is the site i113.photobucket.com/albums/n240/Weasley_2006/Christensen%20Hayden/12.jpg

History: Days after Alex's and Alex's twin sister, Makayla's birth Makayla died because she got very sick with this rare disease that pretty much no one has heard of it gives weird symptoms and her mother had it. It was then when Alex's parents dcided that they didn't want to have another baby. Alex now gets constant head aches and stomach aches so he takes pills to help control that the doctors may believe that when his sister had the disease she may have given it to her brother and they just didn't know that happened. Alex always wonders how his sister got sick in the first place. Alex did not know his mother had a disease and that got his sister sick, but what about him? So now Alex is lonely. Alex is a pureblood and his parents sent him to Beauxbatons and Alex thinks it's going to be a stupid boarding school. When Alex was seven his father sent him to a boarding school and he hated it so his mother took him out two months later.

Personality: Alex is very brave and you can trust him with anything. He's very artistic and sporty. He's very smart. He's aggressive so if you mess with him it's your fault not his that he attacks you. He's also sometimes a troublemaker. He pulls pranks almost all the time. He's usually nice to people, but sometimes he's mean because he can't control his anger.

Sample RP: Alex walked to the blue cloak very nervous. He put the blue cloak on as a lady said his name. He gulped he was very very nervous. "Hmmm difficult you have plenty of courage not a bad mind either and a troublemaker," the cloak said and as the cloak said a troublemaker Alex gulped. "I know just where to put you," the cloak said and Alex closed his eyes hoping he wouldn't be in a bad house. He held his breath until the sorting hat would say what house he would be in. He shut his eyes tightly and held his breath. Everybody looked at him like he was the weirdest kid in the world. He was still waiting for the sorting hat to call out his house he would be in.

This is very, very short. The RP is short, the personality is way too short, and the history isn't explained enough. Why does Alex have headaches and stomach pains? What was his sister sick with? Does Alex have the same thing? Explain these things, lengthen almost everything, then I'll sort you.
I fixed it I think please check it out.

[bernadette]

First Name:
Bernadette
Last Name:
Plourde
Age:
15
Appearance:

History:
Bernadette Marie Plourde was born on April 4th in Calvados, France, to mother Marie Plourde. Bernadette always knew who her father was (his name was Nicolás Serrano), but never actually knew him. He was related to her biologically, but in no other way. And, surprisingly enough (Bernadette actually found it surprising herself), she felt no hatred or anger toward him for never being apart of her life. Bernie saw the man as simply someone who needed to cross her mother’s path for an instant, but no more. For Bernadette was definitely an accident. She was the product of short-lived relationship fueled by the passions of beautiful youth.

Marie met Nicolás at her work when she was seventeen years old. He was a handsome Spaniard drifting through the small, tourist town of Amblie and decided to stop at one of local cafés (after all, he was in France). Nicolás was attracted to Marie and vice versa. Because of this, the twenty-one year old decided to stay in Amblie a bit longer; after all, he could be there all summer if he wanted. He proceeded to visit the café every day just to talk with Marie more. The two fell in love over the summer and in early August, Marie discovered she was pregnant. The young girl was prepared to tell Nicolás the next day but sadly she discovered that he had left the town for no apparent reason. She was absolutely heartbroken.

By the time Bernadette was born, Marie was had moved into a small cottage belonging to a local farmer. She rented it out by paying a third of her salary, which left the young woman even poorer than she was initially. So, Bernadette’s childhood was not filled with the best clothes or toys, but she did appreciate everything she had. Her mother was one of her closest friends, simply because the two relied on each other. Bernadette helped Marie just as much as Marie helped her.

It was on her eleventh birthday that Bernadette discovered that she was a witch and had the opportunity to attend Beauxbatons, but because of the fact that her mother had no money, there was no way that the young girl would have a chance to go to the prestigious magic school. Although it was a wonderful opportunity, Bernadette and her “que cera cera” attitude dismissed the whole idea when she discovered that she could not attend the academy. Of course she still did all she could to learn about the wizarding community, but it did not consume her life.

Until the summer after her fifteenth birthday, Bernie was a muggle-born witch. But in June of that year, a somewhat familiar face stepped onto the dusty, cottage doorstep. The infamous Nicolás Serrano was back, and at last he had some answers for the poor Plourde women. At first Marie thought it was a dream, then a joke, and then she was upset and scared. How did he find her? She had moved! Why did he leave? Why now?

The whole affair could be summed as awkward. It was the first time Bernadette had met her father, which in her opinion was too casual of a term (something more formal such as “the-man-whom-I-owe-my-existence-to-but-nothing-less” would have done better, but there was not such word), and it was the first time Marie had spoken to Nicolás since the night that she discovered she was pregnant. And to make things even more awkward the first words to leave the man’s lips were, “I’m a wizard.”

So in the June after Bernadette’s fifteenth birthday, she became a half-blood. And she also came to learn much more about her father. Apparently, the reason Nicolás had left so suddenly was the very reason that he had come to Amblie in the first place. He had fallen into trouble with the Spanish Ministry of Magic for a crime he did not commit and was running from them. A small town in rural France seemed like the perfect place to hide, but apparently the ministry’s tracking systems were becoming more sophisticated and in the middle of the night he was taken away. Five years later was discovered that he was innocent and Nicolás was let go. At this time he thought about traveling back to Amblie to see Marie, but he was sure that she was either married or didn’t want to see him. He did not yet know about his young, fiery-haired daughter.

When Nicolás was twenty-seven, he married Rebecca Muñoz and within a year Rebecca gave birth to her first child, Jorge — Bernadette’s step-brother (he was six years younger than Bernie). The couple had two more children (Graciella who was eight years younger than Bernadette and Hope who was twelve years younger than Bernadette). When Nicolás was thirty-four (Bernadette was thirteen), he got a job at the Spanish Ministry of Magic. It was because of this job that he discovered that Bernadette existed and located the Plourde family. When he learned that Bernadette was not attending Beauxbatons because of lack of money, the gracious man decided to intervene. He did not wish to push himself back into their lives. He did not want to force himself onto his daughter; he simply wanted to provide the best future possible for her. So in the September after Bernadette’s fifteenth birthday, she became a witch.
Personality:
>>blunt – Bernadette has always been known for being outspoken. She has an opinion and is not at all afraid to tell it to others. This character trait, though, has its pros and cons. She is absolutely honest and is confident in her beliefs, but unfortunately they seem to get her into trouble quite often. For some reason people don’t like being told that they’re wrong.
>>pacifistic – Yes, Bernadette is a pacifist. Maybe it’s because she had a horrible time dealing with conflict or stress of any kind. Either that or she simply hates arguments and anything that develops from them. Instead, she is more of the sort of person who prefers to “go with the flow.”
>>spirited – If she could, Bernadette would have moved from France years ago. She loves her mom, yes, but Bernie is just the sort of person who is always on the move. More than anything else she wishes to see the world. Strangely enough, she thrives in situations which are completely out of her comfort zone and leave her feeling awkward.
Sample RP:
Bernadette was completely enthralled in the little, green book that lay before her. It wasn't often that something like this happened. Sure, she was an avid reader as a child but for some reason it become less fun and more tedious as the years went by. It was funny (though absolutely annoying) how things worked out that way. Unfortunately for Bernie though, her journey through the wonderful world of words was comming to a close, for soon she would be grabbing her bags and heading out the door towards Beauxbatons, where she would embark upon a whole new adventure.

There was no way that Bernadette could ever be more excited than she was at that very moment. It was so much that she had skipped the "feeling lighter than air" stage and had gone straight to the "shock and awe." It wasn't like this the first time around (when Bernadette was actually eleven). Maybe it was becasue of the rejection that she found this moment to be amazing. But regardless, Bernadette was thrilled.

The clock's minute hand turned from fifty-nine to zero, bringing the hour hand with it to read "ten o'clock." Time to go. Bernie and Marie Plourde grabbed the old, brown leather suitcase and trotted out the door to the blue car parked in the driveway. And who was sitting in the driver's seat? None other than Nicolás Serrano. Yeah, a few hours alone in the car with her estranged father. Her mother really didn't think that this was going to be awkward? Quickly, however, Bernadette shrugged it off and hugged Marie goodbye before throwing her bags onto the backseat. As she drove off with her father the only thing she could think about was the olf cottage in Amblie, France and the little, green book that sat there.



I stated in my first post that you cant use an RP sample from another site. Please go read over the rules and my first post.

I'm really sorry about that! Modified

Must be Rouerie

[ben11]

First Name:Benjamin"Benji"
Last Name: Ralfe
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Benjamin was born on July 15th sixteen years ago to Julius and Rachelle Ralfe. Growing up Ben was always living in the shadows of his older brother Alex. So he took advantage of the time in the shadows. He started to drink at the age 15 and smoke at the same time. His parents did catch him and for punishment they made him smoke on package with out a stop and chug down a 24oz. bottle of vodka, of course he was also sent to boarding schools. After his fifth one his parents asked him which one he wanted to go to and he picked Beauxbatons Academy. His parents let him go but they only said he could because of his dear loving brother happened to be there.

Personality: Benjamin is a very calm child. He may of been in a punk rock metal type band but he has always been putting up that type of person for the show. He loves sushi on Saturday nights when he isn't in a bad mood. Benjamin is scared of monkeys since he was 12, a monkey happened to escape from its cage and tried to attack him, for several years he thought he might of gotten aids from it but later lost the idea. He is a skillful guitarist and is learning to play the drums too. A flaw that he happens to have is when he gets nervous he happens to drum on his lap with his fingers sometimes. He is very shy at first but after that he can be very out going, which creeps him out at times.

Benjamin likes sharp thing, shiny things, his guitar, his drum, the truth, things that smell good, darker colors, his hair, his nightmare before Christmas hoodie, chocolate, and his kitty cat, ming ming.
Some of Benjamin hates/dislikes are he hates being lied to, his older brother Alexander, being called Benjamin all the time, the color brown and yellow, violence, people who are way to much old fashion(a little is okay just not to much), and monkeys.

Sample RP:Benjamin looked up from his notebook and into the sea. It was the day before he left and he knew that he wouldn't have this beautiful land mass here to calm him down. As minutes gone by he looked back down to read what was on his paper, the poem he wrote. Just after reading it he ripped the paper out of his notebook and tossed it into the ocean and watched as the water dyed it with its own ink and float away.

Benji got up and stretched, he heard his father call him in the background. Ignoring him, or wishing he could, he made his way back to the beach house to go back his things and head out to Benny's new school.

Once he got inside he ran up the red carpet steps and down the perfect white hall way and into his room, which in his parents eyes was not so perfect. Benn grabbed a random duffel bag and stuffed random clothes into it. When he was done, he went down stairs,his way by the rail, and walked out the door to go sit in the car to wait for them to come outside to take him away.

Must be Cossu

[margebrochet]

First Name:Margelyn Lorraine Elizabeth Aleydis
Last Name: Brochet
Age: 15 years
Appearance: Marge is a blond girl with straight silky hair. Her eyes are almost magic itself. They are grey,blue,green and a circle of brown. The only make-up she wears is a bit mascara and a lipgloss but that's it. She doesn't need more. She is tall, too tall for her age. She appears as a shy girl which you can see on the picture.
History:
Marge Brochet was born in a small town in the Netherlands. She is a member of one of the oldest wizard families from the Benelux. Her parents are Nicolaas Brochet and Marie Hooflake. She has two brothers. Leonard, he went to Durmstrang, and Marten, he went to Hogwarts. The Brochet's were not proud wizard families like others but they thought it was their duty to go on with the great wizards line in the family. No one told Marge anything about who she was in real. And marge did not know her mother was a witch and her father a wizard. When Marge asked about Grandma and Grandpa of both families she didn't get a answer. Everything in life was a big mistery for Marge till she heard about her real self.
Personality:
Marge is a really shy person. She is honest to everyone and will not betray her friends. She got underestimated by the rest of the family. Some people abuse her kindness. She always wants to make her work on time and will learn for everything. She is very curious about her destiny, and hopes all will be fine. She is proud to be on Beauxbatons.She has an negative attitude and always thinks the worsest will happen.The people around her get annoyed with this attitude. Although her starsign Pisces says she's tidy, she's very messy. You don't wanna look what her desk is like. She expects much from the people around her, people cannot always deal with this pressure this causes bad situations.
Sample RP:
Margelyn sat in a dark room with thin walls. She felt mice pattering under her feet and some cockroaches creeping in. Why did her parents always had to be that abstruse? She heard the whispering, She knew they were still shocked by the last time she listened in. Her house had about 10 big small spare rooms. All dark and dusty. She sat in the 11th. Her own secret chamber, which she discovered on her 11th birthday. Per accident of course. She knew since her 5th that her parents were hiding one big secret for her. She had the nasty feeling her grandparents were still alive. This day could possibly be the best day of her life. Her parents 'gave' the final clue to finish her 8 year during quest. They said something about a place called Beauxbatons.Beauxbatons, it sounded like the greatest song ever. After more blabla which she couldn't follow,her mother asked; but when do we have to tell her she is a witch? A Witch!?She knew she was different than all the others at her muggle school. She made many friends but some were friends because they had some sympathy for her. And since most believe in witches and wizards they were scared of her because they knew something Margelyn didn't knew.Although she didn't knew where all the Beauxbatons bla bla was about it didn't matter at all. She was a witch!Margelyn Lorraine Elizabeth Aleydis Brochet was a witch.And that's what she is.

If you're going to write the appearance, it needs to be a paragraph long. And what is Klammfels? There are three wizarding schools, so lets not start making up new ones. As far as the roleplaying sample goes....I'm not exactly sure about the first person writing.

Klammfels is the Dutch translation for Durmstrang, I didn't knew and I changed my RP into third person writing.

Does she have any flaws?

I changed it, sorry for the ..

[riley]

First Name: Maycee
Middle Name: Alexandra
Last Name: Thomas
Age: 16

Appearance:

Maycee is an extremely tall girl, standing at 5"10, though she has no giant-blood running through her veins. Actually, it's the complete opposite; most of her is fairy-blood from her mother's side. She doesn't really care for her looks, and wouldn't care if she had been born ugly. She has dark, wavy auburn hair with dirty blonde streaks in it. Her eyes are very dark, almost black. Some say that it's due to her black heart, and that they could have sworn that when she was younger, she had baby blue eyes. Of course, this is a lie. Not that she didn't have blue eyes when she was a child, that was actually true, but it was that she had the same personality when she was a kid. Her eyes are the only part of her body that she is fond of, though they get the most attention. People call her beautiful mostly because of her eyes. Despite their hard, coal black color, they have a certain warmth to them that no one has seen before. They're an unusual almond shape, and when the sun is out, they dance in the light, as if laughing and playing, while the rest of her body is its rigid and shunning self. Maycee has a slim nose that doesn't stand out much. Nobody knows why, but she often finds herself looking longingly at people with larger noses. They guess tat she just wants to be unique, but the actual fact is that Maycee doesn't want all the attention of being "stunningly attractive," as her mother's friends would say.

Maycee has a habit of going on her computer late at night, and so sometimes there are dark circles located under her eyes. These late-night antics also affect her posture. She used to stand up nicely, but now that she was diagnosed with Scoliosis, a crooked back, she slumps over a lot. None of these, unfortunately for her, make people think she's any less beautiful, and this makes her stay up later, causing bad test scores and an even worse attitude than she already has. Maycee has amazing bone structure, with high cheekbones and sharp, angled features. Due to the close perfection of her face, this sometimes intimidates people and causes them to stay away from her, not that May minds. She counts her face shape as one of her "silent weapons." The others are her height, and her trademark sneer. As explained above, she is a tall girl, and sometimes subject to jokes by wannabes, such as "Amazon Woman" and the oh-so-original "Freak." When this happens, though, she'll give them a look. She stares at you straight in the eye, and slowly says a comeback, as if she's talking to someone who can't hear well. Then, the left corner of her mouth will curl up, revealing a malicious grin.

May has an athletic build, though she barely does any exercise to keep in shape. The only sport she plays is football, but she ends up getting more injuries than a work out. She has five scars, one on her neck from a dog attack, one from a snake bite, and the others from football. She has some interesting stories behind the first two, though they were mostly due to her carelessness. She doesn't care about hiding the scars, in fact she wears them as badges of honor. She lets people know what she's gone through, and lets them admire her bravery, though the wounds actually healed in a matter of hours. Maycee has an odd fashion sense, if you could call it fashion at all. Her daily attire consists of jeans and a sweatshirt. Her accessory? A backpack. What about formal wear? Black jeans and a white blouse. Sure, it sounds nice, but how about it after she played football in that blouse and the grass stains never came out? In short, she really doesn't care about her appearance, and she wishes that people would just like her for who she was, and not what she looked like, even though she still wouldn't like them back.

History:

On November 22, 1991, Maycee Alexandra Thomas was born to John an Kathleen Thomas in Austin, Texas. John Thomas was a general in the army, and so he transferred around the globe constantly. At first, Maycee was a happy baby, laughing and giggling at every little thing, but after she turned five, and the family moved to their 17th spot, May began to change. She started acting up, refusing to go places such as the movies or amusement parks, but no one figured out why. She waited and waited for someone to finally figure out that she didn't like moving, but no one did. Maycee gave up on the whole "be sorry for me" act, and took a different route. She started getting into studying, learning different things on her own. She studied the dictionary like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Then, they moved again, and she was ready. She acted like she was a genius, and people believed her. She purposefully used difficult words so people couldn't understand her. It was the most confusing, mind boggling thing anyone could do, and she loved doing it. Pretending to be the superior human turned into a competition for her, and being as competitive as she was, she wouldn't stop. She didn't make any friends, and it wasn't because people didn't want to get close to her, which was an amazement, considering her snarky attitude. No, it was because Maycee never let her guard down for anyone. Not even a quick hello.

She tried her hardest to get people to dislike her, but it never worked. Some people went as far as to call her "misunderstood." She could do what she wanted, and no one would care. She could burn a house down, and people would only stop for a moment. She felt a strange power at finding this out, but it was also boring. If she could do anything she wanted, what fun was that? The strangest thing was that her parents never found out about her double personality. At home, she was sweet and responsible. At school, she was snooty and superior to everyone around her. Then, one day, her father came with the news that they were moving to France; their last stop. His boss had called to tell him the news. Maycee was shocked, in a good and bad way. Good: She might get to annoy more interesting people. Bad: What the heck would she do there? And what did it have to do with the U.S. Army? Maycee soon found out.

The truth was that Kathleen had told John that she was a witch, and that he had quit his job so that they could move. She had told him that there was a chance that May might receive a letter from Beauxbatons if they moved to Europe. He sprang at the idea, as he was also getting tired of moving around. On April 4th, they were on their way. Maycee didn't enjoy school, well, she didn't really enjoy anything, being the pessimist that she was. But this school was utterly irritating. The people here were complete morons, constantly talking about the latest gossip. Thankfully, her father had taught her a bit of French before they left, so she mostly knew what everyone was talking about. It was so weird to realize that her old schools were actually smart. Much to her relief, Maycee got her later to Beauxbatons later that year.

Personality:

May is not the type of girl who's completely understanding, kind, and gentle. In fact, she hates those kinds of people, finding them weak. She may have these feelings to hide these insecurities, but no one will ever know, for Maycee doesn't get close to anyone. She's a tad pessimistic at times, always preparing for the worst thing to happen. She has a hard time knowing when to stop harassing people, and it doesn't matter, because if she did, she wouldn't stop. Some people call her flat out mean, but others think of her as interesting. Maycee doesn't think very highly of herself, she sometimes even insults herself, saying that she's cold and uncaring, which a couple of people think but are too scared to say. She's a very competitive girl, not giving up, even on the hardest things, like college level math courses. She doesn't even know what the heck the teacher's talking about, but she'll try to get it and get a top grade. She loves being by herself, but doesn't know why. She doesn't really care if a place is crowded or quiet, and so she just guesses it's because she has a lot of privacy, though she does already.

The thing that Maycee hates the most is when people contradict her, even on the smallest thing. She has quite a temper, and so she'll lash out at you with words as sharp as knives. She knows how to hurt peoples' feelings, and so if you go past the line she's drawn, she can hurt you badly. She doesn't like when people think that they can stand up to her, because she's a strong girl and can take any insults. She never gets offended, even by the harshest comments. They can't stand up to her figuratively or literally. The only thing that she cares about is waveboarding. It's the only real exercise that she does. She secretly stuffed her waveboard in her bag going to Beauxbatons. It's like her anti-drug. It's addicting for her, not to mention fun. She takes it almost everywhere with her. She doesn't really talk to her family much anymore, except for her little brother, Charlie. Inside, she hopes that Charlie might come to Beauxbatons. He isn't her best friend or anything, but she feels worried about him. He isn't exactly responsible, and her family ended up moving to another house. Staying within the same town, but it still hurt Charlie. She's worried that he'll look up to her, and take after her, which is exactly what she doesn't want. Like with the rest of her family, she doesn't communicate with him, but hopes in her heart that he's doing well.

Sample RP:

Boarding in the city was like nothing before, as you wanted to keep your pace, and you needed the ultimate agility. To be able to dodge business men and women with shopping bags was a real skill, and it was a challenge to stay on board. May swerved, just missing an oncoming group of kids. Her hair waved and flapped in the cold December wind, almost knocking her off her feet. If she fell, it would be the end of her and her board. Even though it was getting close to below zero, Maycee had only a windbreaker, a long sleeved shirt, and shorts on. Not exactly winter friendly, but at the speed she was going, nothing would have helped. She flipped her board, showing off a bit for onlookers. Not many girls could ride like she could, and she knew it, too. Some people even told her to compete in the local skateboard/waveboard competition. She would've loved it, but she had better things to do then race against nobodys. It was her last week here, and she wanted to make the most of it. She crossed the street, ignoring the honking that was directed at her. She really didn't care about anyone else at that moment.

The crowds of people seemed to inch by at an alarmingly slow rate. Maycee quickly looked up to see that the clouds were turning gray and that it would rain soon. She picked up speed, going at a dangerously fast pace. She knew that if she made a wrong move, she would fall. She saw a familiar street and swerved, almost knocking into a woman on her cell phone. Rolling her eyes as the woman screamed at her, she started slowing down, her tense legs easing as she rolled down the empty street. The light breeze ruffled her hair as she took it out of the hat she was wearing. She always did this to make people think she was a guy, because if she didn't, even more attention would be drawn to her. She was actually better then most guys, and of people knew she was a girl, she'd be popular in seconds. Most of the superficial girls in France would jump at this opportunity. May squinted as she looked at the clouds, the sun still beaming behind the gray mass.

Maycee jumped off her board, letting it skid into her driveway. On the way to the front door, she dragged her feet, her muddy sneakers were torn and messy. Her family wasn't poor, not in the slightest, but she choose to wear "low class clothes" as he mother would call it. She leaned against her door, looking at all of the other houses. She wasn't sad about leaving, but she wasn't sure if she should believe it. Her? A witch? Not to mention that her mother was a fairy, and so she was a half-fairy. The irony was incredible. She couldn't imagine herself in anything but shorts and sneakers, let alone robes. She knew that she wasn't being fair about the whole situation, but then again, when was she ever fair? She kicked the door open and threw her shoes off.

"I'm home." She yelled with fake enthusiasm.

When her mother answered back, Maycee went down to her basement. She plopped down on the couch and flipped through the channels for the last time before she left. Her things had been randomly shoved into her bag. She thought of her waveboard and smiled. She'd be taking that, too. She wondered what it would be like in another new place. The sky grew darker outside, and so darkness shrouded the basement. It felt a bit scary, but Maycee really didn't mind. The blue glow from the TV was the only light in the large room. A strange feeling washed over her body, and she really took it in that she was moving. Not even with anyone. She wasn't frightened, but it scared her slightly that she didn't know what was in store for her for the first time in her life.

NOT DONE!

[babikatie]

First Name:
Katie

Last Name:
Belamont

Age:
13

Appearance:


History:
Katie had a hard life growing up. She grew up with her older sister Alexa and until she was 2 with her mother and father. Her father died when she was only 2 and she really never knew him very well. She can barely remember him at all. Ounce her father died her mother was in a state of depression, but after 2 or 3 years her mother got re-married to a guy that seemed very nice. A couple years after that though her mother died of Leukemia.

Ounce her mother died the step-dad wasn't so nice anymore. He was always yelling at Alexa and Katie. They had liked him, but not anymore. Although they did have a nice house and a maid to look after them her name was Anna.

The step-dad always tried to bring the girls down. He was very cruel and had a foul mouth. Alexa always tried to stand up for Katie though and she usually succeeded. When at home the girls are usually attached at the hip because they both have to look out for each other.

Katie also looks up to Alexa for help or anything. She can get on Alexa's nerves, but they always work things out.

Personality:
Katie is very sweet. She is a nice girl that loves to have fun no matter what. She always has a smile on her face and she try's to keep it there. If she is going to be sad she hides it so that almost no one can see her true sad or angry feelings toward another person.

She is very out-going. She will do what her heart desires and nothing less then that. She will got through whoever tries to stop her from making her dreams come true and she will not let anyone bring her day down on her. She won't let you bring her sisters say down either.

Katie is also very adventurous. She has a knack of getting into trouble for doing things that you wouldn't think a twelve-year-old girl would even think about doing. Although she doesn't care if she gets into any trouble.

Sample RP:
Katie woke up early to hear sounds of shouting downstairs. As she got up a little afraid of what was happening she slipped into her slippers with the pink piggies on them and then she headed downstairs.

She stopped at the top of the stairs and bent down to try and see what was going on without having to go down to were her step-dad was yet. As she did this she sighed as she saw him yelling at Alexa for helping the nanny out and being a good person.

She would never get how he could be so unbelievably cruel and yet have so many people that came to see him, although they were all women, beautiful women too.

She got up from her spot and went running down the stairs. She pushed him a little as she walked by him. "Leave her alone"Katie said as she saw Alexa crying and she told her to go upstairs.

When she went upstairs Katie looked at the man supposed to be being her father and sighed. "I don't see what my mother saw in you..."she said quietly as she ran up the steps to her room.

Hmm. Could you add more to her personality, please? And maybe a bit of flaws?

[athena]

First Name: Athena Selene
Last Name: O'Neill
Age: 16
Appearance:
History:
Athena Selene O’Neill was born on May 2, in the town of Redcar in England, to Jack O’Neill and Samantha O’Neill. Her parents had been in love for many years and have always wanted a child to call their own, but they were unable to have children. When they found out that, they were going to have a daughter they thought she was a gift from the gods, which is why she has the name Athena and the middle name Selene, which means Knowledge. Athena moved around a lot during her childhood as her father was a muggle in the military and her mother was a half-blood witch but she chose to live as a muggle and also worked as a doctor in the military alongside her husband. Samantha had chosen not to tell her husband about being a witch as she knew he would not except it, she only hoped that her daughter was not a witch just like her.

Athena attended many muggle schools due to her constant moving around, she was a bright child just like her mother, and she tended to be top of her class. She was bullied, because she was so smart this did bother Athena, she wanted to be accepted but she knew that not everyone would accept her. Her grandfather Jacob loved her, he would always bring Athena presents, but he suddenly died when Athena was 10 years old, this destroyed her, as she was so close to him she simply refused to talk to anyone. When she turned 11 years old, she received a letter from Hogwarts School; this was when it all changed for Athena, her father was not happy at all that his only daughter was a witch.

Jonathan started to ignore his daughter and started to work more and Samantha blamed Athena as she went to Hogwarts against her parents’ wishes. Athena was now an outsider and felt let down because of her parents, all she wanted was her parents’ approval, but they refused to acknowledge her. At the age of 13 Athena moved to France to live with her Uncle Mark and his wife Janet and their two children who were 13 and 9 years old. They are called Ami and Rebecca. Athena transferred to Beauxbatons and attended the school with Ami.

When Athena was 14 years old, her parents told her that she was going to be an older sister. Two days after her 14th birthday, mother Samantha gave birth to her younger brother and sister, which they named, Jonathan Daniel O’Neill and Grace Amelia O’Neill. A few months later Athena felt she was an outsider, even as her parents now fail to write her anymore. Now Athena has very little contact with them, she is however closer to her Uncle Mark and he Aunt Janet as they have done everything for her and they have said they are proud of her and consider her a daughter. Athena has a Phoniex which is called Mina, they Phoenix came to her when she 12 years old and has stayed ever since.

Personality:
Athena is a good who is well rounded, she loves to sing and draw but she also likes to study. Athena is an academic girl and she loves to read but she is also funny in a good way. She is quite complex as well as she likes to read, learning new topics and she really values knowledge in a person. Many people call her a geek or a need and Athena would agree with them. However, Athena does know that knowledge is not everything but she does like muggle physics as it intrigues her the most, but there is a lot more to her and people find that out. Athena has another side to her; it is her outgoing and adrenaline demanding side. I am not afraid of new experiences nor is afraid of taking risks. She believes that a person, who does not take risks, does not know what life is about. Athena is not a boring person, she can joke and she has a good sense of humour but she also is serious and always try to solve problems at hand. If anyone ever needs assistance they can count on Athena, she will always try to think up the best possible solution for that problem. Sometimes Athena seems to be too stubborn or strong headed, which people sometimes don’t like about her, but that is a result of resent hard times but she does not try to change for anyone, she is who she is.

Sample RP:

Athena sat at a desk in the library surrounded by a number of different books and a number of different notes scattered around on the desk. However, at this current time, Athena was writing a letter to her uncle and aunt. It read –

Dear Uncle Mark & Aunt Janet,

Well this is my weekly letter, as you know. Everything here is the same, I’m getting the chance to do my research in Astrophysics, I’m thinking that maybe I will go into a job like that when I have graduated from here, I don’t think I would want a wizarding job, they don’t really challenge me, no offence Uncle Mark. Anyway I’ve gained the nickname “Oh-the-one-who-woke-us-up-at-7-ON-SATURDAY!” my alarm went off and woke up everyone, they were not happy about that, but hopefully it will not happen again otherwise, I think I will be hated.
Ami is helping me to get settled in to the New Year, I don’t know what I would do without her at the moment she has been an angel to me. Anyway how is Rebecca, I know she is starting here next year. Wow time flies.
I got a letter off mum and dad, it was the same, ‘hope you are well and then boasting how Jon and Gracie are very smart and progressing very well’. I mean that is over the top they are only three years old, but it stills hurt that they don’t talk to me since I have found out that I was a witch. Sometimes I wish that grandpa was still was alive, he would know what to do.
Anyway I better be going, I am meeting Ami later. Love you both.

Love
Athena
Xxx

Athena put down her quill and kept reading over the letter to make sure it made sense. She started to pack up all her books, notes from her research she had started last year, and placed them in her bag. She stood up and walked away with her letter in her hand to send and her bag over her shoulder.

Must be Rouerie