#merrylittleapp

[merrylittlehogwartsrp]

Happy Holidays, Emily! We are thrilled to “invite” Dean Thomas (fc Keiynan Lonsdale  ) back to Hogsmeade for a little forced Winter Cheer.  We particularly liked how Dean was set up for growth in this application--not necessarily launching a career post-Battle of Hogwarts and still learning about himself. Dean’s roommate is: Harry Potter!

OOC DETAILS:

NICKNAME: Emily

AGE (must be 18+): A grandma in the rp world

PRONOUNS: She/her

ACTIVITY ESTIMATE: I work on political campaigns and there is a race I am starting in January which kills my time immensely, but right now I have ample free time and can lurk/plot the whole time!

CHARACTER DETAILS:

FULL NAME & NICKNAMES: Dean Allen Thomas

BIRTHDATE: October 1st 1979 Dean is a FIRM Libra. “"The balanced beautifier of the horoscope family, Libra energy inspires us to seek peace, harmony and cooperation. The essence of Libra energy is charming, lovable, fair, sincere, sharing, beautiful and hopelessly romantic.“

BLOOD-STATUS: Half-Blood, although he grew up believing he was Muggle-born

* GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender male (although I would like to eventually explore a world where Dean could be more open to referring to himself as agender or gender fluid)

* GENDER PRESENTATION/PRONOUNS: Fairly masculine, he/him

* SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Dean is bisexual, although he very only recently fully came to terms with this.

* NOTE: this does not have to correspond to canon, or to the temporary pronouns in the bios!

CHARACTER SITUATION:

OCCUPATION: Dean works at a sporting goods store near his house and while it is not his ideal job, it does leave him with plenty of time to focus on his art. This is the main way he copes with the last three years.

HOUSING: He lives in a tiny, tiny flat in Clapton. It’s about a thirty minute train ride to his home, and while he would like to stay at home, there simply isn’t enough room now that the girls are growing. Not to mention, he quite enjoys his alone time away from the chaos of his family occasionally.

SOCIAL STANDING: Dean still can’t believe that he is in The Order of Merlin, First Class, thank you very much. It’s a bit of a wild title, especially for someone that people consider Muggle-born. Dean is known as a friendly face, and will always be a friend to those who need it, but his name usually doesn’t garner recognition. And frankly, he prefers to keep it that way.

CHARACTER CONFIGURATION:

TALENTS/WEAKNESSES +Artistically inclined + Athletic, which made him a great addition as a Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team -Potions. He could never get the portions right, not to mention he thought it a dull subject -Not a strong leader

STRENGTHS/FLAWS  + Bright; always knows just what to do or say to cheer someone up + Huge empath; keen ability to improve others moods + Loyal like no other person, whether that be to people or sports teams. He is your #1 Fan - Terrible at making decisions, which causes him to go with the flow a lot of the time -Self-less, which can lead to putting himself second and the needs of others first. Also causes a bit of a self-confidence issue

CHARACTER HISTORY: 

FAMILY BACKGROUND Being raised by a single Muggle mother, Dean learned early on to dislike his father, Alexander, with every fiber of his being. His parents had married young, and he always blamed their split on that. Alexander was too young, he got cold feet. Couldn’t handle a baby anymore, let alone being a father. While Martha never gave him an outright reason to dislike his father, Dean was the one acting out about it. Looking back, it was probably because he was compensating for his mother’s own nonchalance on the subject. Why wasn’t she upset? Why wasn’t she screaming? He later realized that her spending hours in front of the television set alone was her own version of screaming.

They had been fine. Martha and Dean had built a life together, just the two of them. They lived in a tiny flat and ate tiny meals and wrapped each other in tiny blankets and only each other could feel the warmth. The introduction of Graham Richards into Dean’s life was not a welcomed one. They met at his produce shop, sharing casual flirtations down the turnip aisle. Nothing made her laugh as much as those cabbages.

As Graham started spending more time in their flat, Dean started coming to terms with the idea that maybe he wasn’t all that bad. He had shit taste in sports, sure, but he was a great cook. And he made Martha happy. Damn, did he make her smile.

It took him eight years to propose to Martha, and by that point it came as no shock to anyone. They were already basically married, having moved in together years ago. Graham was basically already Dean’s father, having helped him through a break up and always supporting him in his art projects. Veronica and Bridget were already welcomed additions into the family, and shortly after baby Sam was no different.

Soon his tiny flat became a spacious three-bedroom. His tiny meals became three-course dinners. The blankets became shelters for movie nights and a home for Dean’s stories from school.

Since his father’s death, Dean harbors serious regret for his treatment of the man he barely remembers, mainly because of memories he lost and resentment he held. He wants to tell his father he is proud of him. That he understands all that he did in order to protect his family. That he would have done the exact same thing. While he can’t look back on many memories, he will always wonder what if.

LIFE DURING THE WAR: Not being able to return to Hogwarts for his final year was devastating to Dean. He loved his friends and he loved Quidditch and he loved the charmed sugar spoon that he used each morning in the Great Hall for breakfast. The fact that he was Muggle-born should not have affected his ability to attend school, but he quickly learned it was for his own good. He would stay up late and write letters his father would never be able to read. In those letters, Dean promised he would get through all this. He promised that, eventually, there would be happiness for at least one of them.

Dean wasn’t keen on having to fight in a war in his home away from home, but like a true Gryffindor, he pummeled himself headfirst into the throws of Battle. Finally, he felt welcomed again in this world. Perhaps it was the rush of finally seeing his friends after all this time (physically there, if mentally in pieces) and seeing Harry—his old friend, his sole source of hope when no one would believe that there was a reason to hope anymore—do what’s right that continued to propel him forward after all this time.

LAST THREE YEARS

Dean chose to fully immerse himself in the Muggle world. In the Muggle word, they can’t force him to run away from his friends and family. He loves being a wizard of course, but his last year on the run really took its toll on him. He still wakes up with nightmares when a neighbor makes too much noise. He is constantly afraid of being alone, as he was alone for most of his Final Year. Dean doesn’t want to think about life in terms of goals because, to be quite honest, he really has no idea what he wants to do after Hogwarts. A small part of him didnt even think he’d make it this far. Instead, he has a lot of different interests and ideas, but nothing that is jumping out at him right now. The Ministry of Magic is urging those in The Order of Merlin First Class to follow the career path of an Auror. And there is a part of him that feels he could make a great Healer or Auror, and another part of him that longs to be a Quidditch star, and somewhere inbetween there is his desire to paint and draw for a living. The more he thinks about it the more overwhelmed he gets, so he conveniently chooses not to think about it. His goal right now is a lot simpler than that–if he is forced to come back to Hogsmeade, enjoy this festive Holiday celebration before he can’t anymore.

HOLIDAY DETAILS:

The Thomases were never big Christmas-celebrators in the whole Navity-set-and-going-to-church kind of way, but they do spend copious amounts of time watching Holiday specials that come on the telly and they have a tree with an unhealthy amount of tinsel. Dean’s step-father is a fantastic baker and Dean has a competition with him and his younger sister that involves cooking competitions and ginger snaps. His mother always ends up declaring it a tie because she can’t decide. He always valued coming home for the holidays simply because he recognized the traditions he was making with his half-sisters and knew that he wanted to be as involved as he possibly could. Being away from these traditions is enough reason for him not to want to go back to Hogsmeade, but he felt like he couldn’t say no. They crammed in as many of these traditions as they could before sending Dean off on his own.

OOC SUPPLEMENT:

SHIPS:  I will not lie and say that Deamus makes me weep because clueless best friends to lovers hits a little too close to home for me, but I am also open to alternatives! Especially when Chemistry and Drama are thrown into the mix! Also super interested to flesh out Ginny and Dean’s past relationship, as I feel like that was not explored enough.

CHANGES: This is a very tiny tiny change, but I do think Dean will be excited to go to Hogsmeade. I always kind of thought of him as that guy who would actually want to go to a high school reunion of sorts, and I think it’s because he just loves his friends so gosh darn much!! He was robbed of a proper “Senior Year” and spent most of that year on the run. As a result, I think that he is spending a good portion of his life making up for lost time. Also because the kid loves a party, and a distraction.

FACECLAIM: Truly having a tough time debating between Keiynan Lonsdale and Alfie Enoch. I would not be mad with either!

#merrylittleapp

[merrylittlehogwartsrp]

Happy Holidays, Karli! We are thrilled to “invite” Lavender Brown (fc Alisha Boe) back to Hogsmeade for a little forced Winter Cheer. We adored how past, directly post war, and current all worked so well in your app--from family dynamics to current werewolf (or not) infection.

Please pack your bags and send in your tumblr. Additional information can be found here!

OOC DETAILS:

NICKNAME: Karli

AGE: 27

PRONOUNS: She/Her

ACTIVITY  ESTIMATE: Around 6-7 probably. I generally am on every single day through mobile, but I can’t post every day. T/W are usually a no for me as far as posting goes, but I’m on in the weekends fairly regularly. 

CHARACTER DETAILS:

FULL NAME & NICKNAMES: Lavender Claudia Brown

BIRTHDATE: November 3rd (”That’s a Scorpio, a water sign. Professor Trelawney always said that we are called that because we can be as mysterious as the ocean itself. Don’t you find me mysterious?”)

BLOOD-STATUS: Half-blood

GENDER IDENTITY: Cis-Female

GENDER PRESENTATION/PRONOUNS: Female, She/Her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. Lavender likely doesn’t think much about her sexuality and perhaps doesn’t even know this word (it is the early 2000s, after all, and sexuality wasn’t as understood), but she does understand that she likes pretty things and people. If someone catches her attention, she’s on it. It doesn’t matter if it’s a boy, girl, or something else entirely. Well, perhaps not everything else… she’d like to them to be human. Like, Professor Lupin was good-looking and all, but…

CHARACTER SITUATION:

OCCUPATION: what do they do for a living? 

Lavender owns a very small shop in Diagon Alley, just on the border between Diagon and Knockturn. Not actually Knockturn, but no one wanted the little place with the boarded up windows so close to all the dark happenings (you think there would be less without a war, but apparently not!) so rent is cheap and it adds to the appeal. Her shop is supposed to be mysterious, you see!

It’s called Azure Moon (as in “Welcome to Azure Moon, are you ready to awaken your aura?”) and it’s a mystical shop. She sells various items for the art of Divination, such as tarot cards, tea leaves, and crystal balls. There is also a line of homemade hand creams, scents, and other products that are geared towards enriching the experience. In the back, Lavender will provide a tarot or palm reading for an additional fee. No, she will not blow you for a bit extra coin, thank you very much!

Her scars ended up choosing the name for her. Many people actually assume she’s a werewolf since her attack. There are so many rumors around the species that people often believe they can “catch” lycanthropy from a simple touch. What wix don’t realize is that actual werewolves wouldn’t have scratch marks like Lavender’s cursed wounds. She lets the rumors go, though - it adds to the appeal of the shop. She often gets business simply because teenagers dare one another to enter or adults just have to see and no one leaves without a purchase after her wolf eyes catch them staring. 

HOUSING:

Lavender lives in the flat above her shop by herself. It’s even tinier than Azure Moon - with a little bathroom with the sliding wood door, while everything else fit into the one room. Her bed is off to the side with bulbs of light hanging around it from the ceiling. Scented candles or incense burn at the table in the corner. She has a purple couch with a teal rug, wood floors. Shawls and blankets in varying places. Not quite Trelawney because Lavender is much more fashionable, but there’s an aura about the place anyway. In her bathroom, she has an entire closest dedicated to hair products, scrunchies, nail polish, and make up. Her vanity is her sanctuary… even if it barely fits next to the toilet! 

SOCIAL STANDING: 

She’s nothing. Well, not nothing to herself or her friends or whatever - but to the Wizarding World… nothing. She had joined the D.A., yes. She fought the Carrows, yes. She nearly gave her life to the Battle of Hogwarts, yes. But she’s no war hero. She hadn’t even taken down a Death Eater before her fall! The world does not remember her name, even though it was in the papers once as one of the injured. Ginny and Neville and Luna - they led the rebellion. Harry and Ron and Hermione - they took down Voldemort. Lavender is nothing.

But she’ll be damned if she’s not remembered for something before she goes!

CHARACTER CONFIGURATION:

TALENTS/WEAKNESSES 

(+) Divination

(+) Fashion

(+) Finding a weakness and making someone see it

(-) Transfiguration

(-)  Inspiring others

(-) Not very athletic

STRENGTHS/FLAWS

(+) Intuitive

(+) Passionate

(+) Confidence

(-) Possessive

(-) Manipulative

(-) Reactive

CHARACTER HISTORY: (It says “short” paragraph but I got a bit carried away on some of them!)

FAMILY BACKGROUND

When Felicity Brown got pregnant right out of Hogwarts, her family was appalled. They were purebloods, after all! Maybe not Sacred 28 or anything of that caliber, but still… purebloods had standards! And with a stranger, no less! Felicity claimed the man had also been a pureblood wizard, but she didn’t even know his last name, so what was the truth, really? Her family kept it up, though. It was easier to explain to the neighbors and friends that a mistake with the potion had happened (each retelling had it less and less on Felicity’s shoulders) while keeping up appearances of little Lavender’s bloodline.

For the first two years of her life, she’d lived with her mom and grandparents in a nice home in a magical community. Such a beautiful baby, Felicity put her daughter in bows and dresses and teeny tiny golden robes. So precious! people gushed and Felicity smiled because that’s what was expected. She began to notice, however, that the way her parents treated her daughter was different than the other grandchildren. Well, she was married out of wedlock, after all! And it had been obvious that even the claim of a pure bloodline wasn’t enough to keep her parents happy.

She left without a word, dragging her crying toddler into the stormy wind, apparating to a new home in the countryside. And wasn’t it such a coincidence the muggle owners suddenly wanted to move out and leave the deeds to a young, single mother? Felicity had assumed muggle life would be easy. After all, she had magic on her side! Finding a job had been simple once she learned the trick of enchanting a parchment to say exactly what an employer wanted to see. But acting the part. That had been a bit tougher. Still, if she became fairly good at those memory charms, no one from the ministry had come knocking!

As Lavender grew up, she learned of the Wizarding World, but only the basics. Hogwarts, wands, robes, magic. Nothing about the details. She loved her mother but, once, she wished she could visit her grandparents again. Felicity, however, liked to keep her daughter close. They’d grown up together, after all. A child having a child.

She poured over magazines - both magical and muggle alike - and didn’t even realize that it wasn’t normal for a parent to prefer to spend most days inside the house. That it wasn’t normal for boxes to be stacked in the house, filled with trinkets and trash and those cut outs from 1984. (”Oh, honey, we can’t throw them out! We may need them some day!” her mom had said more than once).

All Lavender knew was that she was ready to get out of the clutter. She was ready for Hogwarts, where she could style her hair for people to actually see it. 

LIFE DURING THE WAR

The castle was beautiful and, oh, look at the floating candles! There are elves here! And ghosts! Hogwarts had been spectacular. Even with deaths and tournaments and ever-changing teachers and heartbreak and Harry Bloody Potter messing things up for everyone! Even with the war looming, Hogwarts was spectacular. And maybe that’s why the death of Albus Dumbledore had been so shocking. She’d thought they were untouchable.

But Voldemort had taken over, The Chosen Jerk had fled with her dolt of an ex-boyfriend, and Lavender had realized that beautiful things could be dangerous. Hogwarts turned dark. The Carrows and Severus Snape took over, tormenting the students, and leading the students’ lives down a place that only ended in bloodshed. Lavender realized, for the very first time it seemed, how much a blood status mattered. She’d always been half-blood… safe. But she knew so little about the Wizarding World and, whenever quizzed, she’d failed. The curse of a parent who did not want anything to do with the wixen any longer.

She continued with the D.A. - but only after asked. She snuck out of the common room - but only with a group. She wasn’t the leader here! And, even if she tried to be, no one would ever follow her. People have been underestimating Lavender her entire life, why would they stop just because a war was going on? She tried to resist as much as she could whenever the Carrows told her to torture someone, but sometimes she felt like she just had to. After all, if she didn’t do it – didn’t Crabbe and Goyle just get called in? And they were so much worse than her! It wasn’t an everyday thing, but she did do it and knew that sometimes that meant people judged her. But whatever – she was still fighting the damn war, wasn’t she?

She stayed for the Battle of Hogwarts. Of course she stayed! But it wasn’t even halfway through when Greyback attacked. The world had exploded and she’d been thrown over the edge and he’d bitten into her body. Her skin had been eaten. She couldn’t remember much after that. Not the stirring or the hexes or people finding her body. She was alive – but was she?

LAST THREE YEARS

The first four months after the war had been spent in St. Mungo’s. Not just for the cursed wounds – though there was a gnarly scar on her neck from the place Greyback’s teeth had sunk into her, as well as others on her face, a few on her stomach – but also just… the rest of it. She’d been left to die for hours in that unsteady Hogwarts corridor. She’d been hit with stray curses, pieces of debris had partly covered her body. There were bones to fix and regrow, wounds to heal, hexes to trace, antidotes to drink. She didn’t have to learn to walk or write or anything again, but her memory stayed hazy and there were things she forgot. Had she taken her meds yet? Did the healers visit yet? That is mostly better now, but Lavender still struggles with short-term stuff every now and again.

The shop came later – much later. After being released from the hospital, she went back to her mum’s house. Felicity, who had given up the Wizarding World for good (other than using her wand for simple things), had tried to use Lavender’s injuries as proof that it was dangerous. She tried keeping her daughter away from everything magical and, for the first year, it almost worked. Lavender was still recovering, she couldn’t live on her own. At first, she didn’t realize her mother was isolating her but, when letters from Parvati were never given or her friend never received Lavender’s, she realized.

She left just before the one year anniversary, leased the shop, and didn’t look back. She still writes to her mother sometimes – she does love her, after all – but she also needs space and doesn’t visit often. This is her life and she gets to choose how to live it! Which is maybe why she’s been getting so annoyed with Parvati lately. All she ever did was talk about Lavender’s scars – her symptoms. Lavender was more than constant shaving and cursed wounds and growling in anger and if her friend was devoting her entire life to fixing her, did she really love Lavender for who she was? Sure, maybe Lavender gets a little squeamish around actual werewolves – but she’s not one, so why does it matter? All she knows is that if Parvati doesn’t just give it up soon, Lavender may explode.

HOLIDAY DETAILS:

Her mother is not religious - it’s something she says with pride, smirking at whatever expression the other person gives - and so Lavender was not raised with any sort of real religious tradition. However, they do celebrate Christmas because Felicity believes it’s a time to give gifts, get drunk, and stuff their faces. 

Being just the two of them, they spent Lavender’s breaks from school with hot cocoa (lots of marshmallows!), crappy romantic Christmas films on television, cuddled up in blankets on the couch. Lavender loves her mum - even now! But it’s also hard losing some of that easy connection. Her decision to fight in the war hadn’t just screwed her up - it messed with a lot of her relationships, too.

Something else Lavender did with her mum growing up was look at all the lights. They would go out every year - Lavender holding the side of the car for dear life, as Felicity had never actually been trained in driving and had charmed her papers to get her license - and argued over who had the best house. It was fun and something Lavender missed last year when she decided not to spend the holiday with her mother.

She hasn’t told her mum she won’t be heading home this year either and, given there is no Daily Prophet for Felicity Brown, Lavender will eventually have to find her Gryffindor courage. She’s not exactly angry for the celebration. It’ll be weird going back to school, but she’s happy to see her old friends, show off her new robes or muggle dresses, and hear all the gossip. She’s also planning on setting up a table to sell a bit from her shop. So, if it’ll get her a bit of extra coins, then why not? It’s life after war… might as well get a bit drunk and have some fun!

OOC SUPPLEMENT:

SHIPS: Nope! This would be my first time playing Lavender, if accepted, and I have literally no preference. My biggest thing is… I definitely need chemistry and build up! I’m the slow-burn queen and can’t just jump into something without any build. 

CHANGES: Nope, I think we’re good!

FACECLAIM: Alisha Boe or Vajèn van den Bosch

#merrylittleapp #lavender brown

[merrylittlehogwartsrp]

Happy Holiday’s, Nutteh! We are thrilled to “invite” Ron Weasley (fc George Mackay) back to Hogsmeade for a little forced Winter Cheer. It was lovely to see someone giving Ron his due as a character since he gets overlooked so often and this app took time to delve into the aspects that make him great in canon and in divergent games. 

Please pack your bags and send in your tumblr. Additional information can be found here!

OOC DETAILS:

NICKNAME: Nutteh

AGE (must be 18+): 25

PRONOUNS: She/her

ACTIVITY ESTIMATE: Out of 10 with 10 being the most active, I’d say I’m probably a 7 or 8. I have a full-time job and critters to take care of, but I’m on every night pretty consistently.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

FULL NAME & NICKNAMES: Ronald “Ron” Bilius Weasley

BIRTHDATE: March 1st, 1980

BLOOD-STATUS: Pure-blood

GENDER IDENTITY: Cismale

GENDER PRESENTATION/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: He is comfortably heterosexual. I think there is a part of him that’s slightly bi-curious, but he has never been moved to experimentation and doesn’t imagine he ever will be. But, stranger things have happened.

CHARACTER SITUATION:

OCCUPATION: Auror

HOUSING: He, Harry, and Hermione share a flat in muggle London. It’s very close to the Ministry, but their muggle neighbors keep the wizarding media at bay. Best of both worlds.*

*Note: This is simply a personal headcanon. I would be happy to alter it pending discussion with fellow players.

SOCIAL STANDING: The papers call him a “war hero,” and the entire Weasley family has gained favor throughout the wizarding world for their role in Voldemort’s downfall. Despite having always coveted fame, Ron doesn’t consider himself a hero; but, he takes the attention in stride even though he doesn’t fully understand it, and he no longer feels miffed playing second fiddle to Harry. There are worse things than being recognized as Harry Potter’s best friend, and he’s come to terms with that. Besides, he has faith he can make a name for himself as well.

CHARACTER CONFIGURATION:

TALENTS/WEAKNESSES - (+) - Strategy, defensive magic, mimicry  (-) - Wandless magic, potions, stealth

STRENGTHS/FLAWS - (+) - Loyal, friendly, generous  (-) - Insecure, bitter/grudge-holder, short-tempered

CHARACTER HISTORY:

FAMILY BACKGROUND

Growing up with approximately ten thousand siblings wasn’t the ideal recipe for good self-esteem. To add on to that, Ron was caught in an awkward place - the youngest boy of six, and only proceeded by Ginny, the long-sought-after girl of the family. Ron would never pretend that he received less love from his parents as a result, but it always seemed to him that something was missing, that he somehow lacked what it took to stand out amongst his own kin. He wasn’t as brilliant as Percy or as cool as Bill, and his own wit seemed to pale in comparison with that of Fred and George. He was just sort of…there - a normal kid preceded by greatness in some form or another.

LIFE DURING THE WAR:

The feeling of being “second-best” was hard to shake, especially after velcroing himself to the Boy Who Lived and Hermione Granger. However, they never intentionally made him feel “less than” and, as the world darkened around them, Ron found a reason to bury his insecurities. The Weasleys had a mixed reputation, but Ron’s faith in their “blood-traitor” beliefs never wavered; he knew he was fighting for the right side, and he wouldn’t let his low self-esteem get in the way…

That is, until it did.

It hadn’t been easy to abandon his family and the life to which he’d become accustomed in the summer of ‘97, but he did it. At times he was uncertain of the task they’d been assigned, but with Harry and Hermione by his side he had to have faith - if not in himself, then in them at least. It turned out to be more challenging than they anticipated, though; and, always more of a slave to his emotions than he wanted to admit, Ron acted rashly. His bottled anger and fear blew its cap, but it was the jolt he needed, and upon returning to his friends (who took him back, thank Merlin) his outlook had changed.

Loyalty was everything, and it was the force that drove him in the battle to come.

LAST THREE YEARS:

Ron didn’t know what he expected to happen once the battle was over. After watching his brother die, it didn’t seem like there would ever be a concrete end, and for a while it felt as such. He was relieved Voldemort was gone, of course, but he was also overcome by a numbness of the spirit that he didn’t know how to handle. It stemmed, he thought, from spending much of his childhood helping Harry fight Voldemort; now that he was no longer a threat, Ron realized just how quickly they’d been forced to grow up. He had always tried his best to keep things light, to keep some semblance of innocence in their lives, but with the great weight of evil lifted from their shoulders he realized just how much they had missed. They had so much lost time to make up for, but the end of the war wasn’t going to be as black and white as Ron first assumed.

Things were not suddenly okay, not with Fred’s absence so blatantly obvious, and Ron was caught between what he felt was a duty to his family and the overwhelming urge to distance himself from it all. Auror training helped, and he threw himself into it with more gusto than he’d ever shown for his studies at Hogwarts. It healed him, in a way, and it was a hell of a lot healthier than the bottles of Ogden’s Olde he sometimes nursed in the wee hours of the night. Time passed, wounds began to scab over; he and Harry became real Aurors, and Ron couldn’t help but embrace their newfound purpose. They’d done the work - they’d helped rebuild their world - and now it was time to relax.

HOLIDAY DETAILS:

The Weasley family doesn’t follow any hard-and-fast Christmas traditions. They are always together, though, if that counts, and it’s a given that Molly will have Celestina Warbeck crooning through the wireless. Since the war, Ron in particular has been known to hit the sauce a little hard when it comes to yuletide celebrations, and he plans on doing things a bit differently this year. He has returned to Hogwarts a few times since the battle, but it admittedly isn’t something he’s ever eager to do. The many happy memories he has of the place can’t help but be eclipsed by the death of his brother, but the prospect of spending the holiday with old friends (and perhaps redeeming himself for the disaster that was the Yule Ball in his fourth year) has him more excited to return than he wants to admit.

OOC SUPPLEMENT:

SHIPS: Romione is my OTP and I would die for them. I won’t try to force it on anyone, but there is no question that my Ron is head-over-heels for Hermione regardless. What happened in canon meant a great deal to him, and even if they aren’t together in this scenario I have a hard time believing he could just brush it all away. However, in the absence of Romione I ship Ron with happiness and chemistry, and I think some Lavender stuff could be fun too!

CHANGES: Nada!

FACECLAIM: George Mackay or Rupert Grint!

#merrylittleapp #ron weasley

[merrylittlehogwartsrp]

Happy Holidays, Taylor! We are thrilled to “invite” Ginny Weasley (fc Luca Hollestelle) back to Hogsmeade for a little forced Winter Cheer. We particularly liked the references to Tom Riddle’s past possession and are looking forward that nuance in game. You requested change has been approved and will be included in Ginny’s updated bio (to be posted shortly).

Please pack your bags and send in your tumblr. Additional information can be found here!

OOC DETAILS:

NICKNAME: Taylor

AGE (must be 18+): 27

PRONOUNS: She/Her

ACTIVITY ESTIMATE: Moderate - full time job, holidays - but I have a week off for Christmas coming up soon :)

CHARACTER DETAILS:

FULL NAME & NICKNAMES: Ginevra “Ginny” Molly Weasley. Some of her friends call her Gin.

BIRTHDATE: August 11th, 1981

BLOOD-STATUS: Pureblood

* GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender Female

* GENDER PRESENTATION/PRONOUNS: She/Her

* SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Ginny’s sexuality is bisexual.

CHARACTER SITUATION:

OCCUPATION: Chaser for the Hollyhead Harpies

HOUSING: Hollyhead Harpies housing - not every teammate lives together, but a bunch of the single women stay in a team owned house - much like a sorority.

SOCIAL STANDING: Born a pureblood, poor upbringing, but now that she’s rather famous she’s making a good income and helps out her parents and other family members should they need it.  

CHARACTER CONFIGURATION:

TALENTS/WEAKNESSES -

Talent: Quidditch & Athletics, Hexes, Impressions

Weakness: Potions, Sleep Paralysis (she’s been getting it since the Diary), Focus on anything she’s not committed too (her grades in 6th and 7th year are absolutely wretched - she’s lucky she graduated)

STRENGTHS/FLAWS - two or three of each (personality not skills!)

Strengths: Loyal, Protective, Hardworking, Accepting, Patient with certain people, Funny

Flaws: Obsessive, Can shutdown to protect herself emotionally, Grudge holder, Hot-headed with certain people, Judgemental to non-misfits (Fleur, Cho, Slytherins, anyone she thinks might have it a bit too easy she’s a bit harder on)

CHARACTER HISTORY: please write one short paragraph for each. (I’m so sorry. What is short?

FAMILY BACKGROUND

Growing up, Ginny’s life was ordinary. Well as ordinary as it could be for a lower-income wizarding family of nine, in which she was only special because of her gender. It was a novelty, being the only girl in a gaggle of vivid ginger boys, whom all had a booming personality that internally struggled to shine amongst each other. That being said, Ginny’s childhood was happy. Loving parents who had come out of the first war with themselves intact and enough love to go around their large lot. One by one, all of Ginny’s brothers turned of age to attend school, making the months between September and May lonelier, until it was only her and Ron. It was due to this that she had grown a kinship with the boy who was only a year older. Mud puddles and pretend, debating whether the Harpies or the Cannons were the superior team (obviously the Harpies!). That is until Ron turned eleven and everything changed. Harry Potter returned to the wizarding world, and invaded their lives as Ron Weasley’s best mate.

It was safe to say that Ginny was immediately infatuated. The first celebrity she’d ever had the pleasure of meeting with just a simple smile at King’s Cross, followed by a lonely year alone. It was spent mostly using the Bill’s old broom he’d left behind in the shed to practice quidditch and counting down the days until she was at Hogwarts with her brothers, making friends, and chatting with the Boy Who Lived.

Except that wasn’t what happened. Ron had moved on, found a kinship with Harry and Hermione that didn’t have room for her, and instead she was left to figure it out on her own. But she wasn’t alone. No, she had found a friend in a book, only a week before school and he had twisted it’s grip into her heart and fed on all of her insecurities. Isolating her from those that were her age, with every heartfelt secret she gave him, the more pull Tom Riddle had until he was finally controlling her completely. It was truly terrifying. Missing moments, blood on her hands, her peers turning up petrified as a villain whispered in her ear. How was it that someone could tear a person apart while still making them feel like he was the only one that understood or cared? A master manipulator, it took her months before Ginny tried to get rid of the diary. At first she suspected she was going mad, but it had fallen into Harry’s possession and in her first act of Gryffindor bravery, she had to steal it back.

But regaining the diary simply gave Tom her power again, allowing him to use her as a pawn to draw the “Boy Who Supposedly Destroyed Voldemort” into the Chamber. It was her life-force that almost brought Tom Riddle back into his youth, but when she awoke she was free. Free to confess to Harry what had been going on for all those months, and it was with him she returned from the chamber.

After Tom, she was left to pick up the pieces. Over the years she found a friend in Hermione, who urged her to be herself. In Neville, who accompanied her to the Yule Ball just so she could take part, and in Luna, who was intuitive and open-minded. She dated people who saw her as more than just another Weasley and killed it on the quidditch pitch after all those years practicing alone. Dark times arrived, Ginny stepped up, becoming one of the original members of Dumbledore’s Army and even helping to suggest it’s infamous name. Rebellion is in her blood after all, and when Harry, Ron and Hermione planned to flee for the Ministry in order to save Sirius, she fought to follow along.

It was as if she was finally being seen. Not only by her family and peers, but after that by Harry as well. She could feel his gaze when she entered a room, heard it in his laugh that his heart was a little lighter when they smiled about the same stupid thing. She knew that that she didn’t know everything, and that peace wouldn’t last, but when he caught her in his arms that day in the common room and kissed her in front of everyone Ginny felt like she might explode with happiness. Finally she was out of her shell, absolutely vibrant and it had gotten her what she wanted all those years ago.

And yet their relationship was short lived, not because they didn’t want one another, but because duty called. Dumbledore left Harry a nearly impossible mission and the world fully knew the danger that was about to embark. Her eldest brother’s wedding proved that, as chaos reigned on Bill and Fleur’s guests. Another reminder that they were at war, as Ron and his friends left without a word. Ginny left to pick up the pieces once again.

LIFE DURING THE WAR

Ginny held her own during the war. Returning to school with Neville and Luna, they started up Dumbledore’s Army and housed students who needed safe-keeping in the Room of Requirements. She was headstrong and defiant, breaking rules and refusing to hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it. This caused a lot of problems.Sometimes only for Ginny, or the other DA leaders, who would take the punishment tenfold knowing that no one would follow someone who had cursed them earlier that day. Sometimes for the student that they were told to torture, who would then have their caster replaced by someone much more malicious. Someone who wouldn’t dare take it as easy on them as another DA member.

It’s Ginny who remembers the Sword of Gryffindor though. Remembers Harry killing the Basalisk with it, the first “Fuck you” to Tom she could associate anything with. It ended up with Snape finding them, not knowing what to do except hurt them (though less so then the Cruciatus) and send them off to detention for the next unknowable future. Except it’s Hagrid she’s with, and at least she’s out of the castle. Anything is better than the castle.

When Luna gets ripped from her arms by Death Eaters though she thinks it might be over. Her and Neville end up crying alone when no one else is looking and she feels like her whole body is being ripped apart. Her best friend! How could this happen?!

Eventually the Weasley name is too much danger though, her association as Harry Potter’s love interest - even after the break up - forces her into hiding and Neville’s left on his own, though he insists. She hugs him goodbye so tightly she’s forced away from him by her father and off to a safehouse they go, only to return for the battle of Hogwarts at the end of the school year.

LAST THREE YEARS

She lost a brother in that battle. Lost so many friends. The whole summer is funerals and mourning, and she hates how much her mother cries. She’s almost relieved to go back to school and nurse her heartache away from her family, away from Harry whom never really comes back to her. And yet with the castle rebuilt and the Death Eater’s gone, nothing is right. She barely goes to class (which has Hermione a tizzy) and spends almost all of her time on the Quidditch pitch - a golden Captain’s pin on her robes. She gets good. Really bloody good, better than anyone else in school. It’s the only way she gets to sleep at night, exhausted from running drills and practicing til her pale body is littered with dark bruises and her muscles are sore. She likes the ache though, the fact that it’s self-inflicted instead of being given to her as punishment.

She gets recruited at the end of the year by the Hollyhead Harpies, and after graduation she moves from the Burrow to the Harpy House with the other girls. It’s her first time in a sisterhood, her first time surrounded by women who understand her, the first time she’s seen as really fucking good at something and she loves it. Loves the distraction. Loves the whirlwind nature of the job, loves the fact that she can send money back to her parents so they can live comfortably (even with one less son). Loves the fact that she has her own room, and when she wakes up at night unable to move there’s no one there to judge her, no one there to notice that Tom looks at her from the corner of the shadows. Loves the fact that it’s nowhere near Hogwarts at all.  

HOLIDAY DETAILS:

Just dinner with the family, opening presents to reveal her mother’s homemade knitted sweaters, and listening to Celestina Warbeck warble through the Burrow. Her family isn’t religious, but they celebrate Christmas every year as an opportunity to spend time together. While Ginny doesn’t go home as often as she should these days, she never misses a holiday - she couldn’t do that to her mum. It’s been a bit odd ever since Fred passed, but it seems they’re getting somewhat used to it. Minus George… they’re all pretty sure George won’t ever get used to a Christmas without his twin.

OOC SUPPLEMENT:

SHIPS: I’m a total sucker for Hinny, but up for anything really.

CHANGES: Ginny doesn’t torture anyone while in school. She’s more likely to defy orders from the Death Eaters in school and make everything worse, or take the punishment herself. I firmly believe that her, Neville and Luna doesn’t harm any of the DA due to believing that no one would follow them if they did. Their purpose in Hogwarts was to try and be a safe space and protector, as well as mess things up for the Death Eaters. I think, while sometimes it would be the logical choice to just do it and go easy on the other students, the proud Gryffindor in Ginny would flat out refuse no matter the consequences.

FACECLAIM: Luca Hollestelle or Rose Leslie

#merrylittleapp #ginny weasley

[merrylittlehogwartsrp]

Happy Holidays, Moni! We are thrilled to “invite” Draco Malfoy (fc Austen Butler) back to Hogsmeade for a little forced Winter Cheer. We were most excited about how Draco fared Post-War and how the Post-War climate effected the Malfoy holiday traditions.

Please pack your bags and send in your tumblr. Additional information can be found here!

OOC DETAILS:

NICKNAME: Moni

AGE (must be 18+): 26

PRONOUNS: She/her

ACTIVITY ESTIMATE: I’m in the middle of transitioning to a new job but I should be able to reply at least a few times a week. If something happens, I usually contact/update the main the let them know that I’m too busy and need a hiatus until I can get myself together.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

FULL NAME & NICKNAMES: Draco Lucius Malfoy

BIRTHDATE: June 5th, 1980

BLOOD-STATUS: Pureblood

* GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender male

* GENDER PRESENTATION/PRONOUNS: male, he/him

* SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual (I want explore this depending on chemistry)

CHARACTER SITUATION:

OCCUPATION: Potioneer at St. Mungos.

HOUSING: A Condo in Diagon Alley

SOCIAL STANDING: Once viewed as the only heir of two of the biggest Pureblood houses in the UK, he is now living his very own “redemption” arc. Many are unsure of what his true intentions are but they are very interested to see how long and far he takes this new point of view.

CHARACTER CONFIGURATION:

TALENTS/WEAKNESSES - + Potions, Charms, Occulumency; - Anything to do with Animals that isn’t his owl or cat, Divination, Teamwork

STRENGTHS/FLAWS - Intelligent, Clever, Ambitious; Cunning, Self-Centered, Spoiled

CHARACTER HISTORY: please write one short paragraph for each.

FAMILY BACKGROUND: As the only son and heir to Malfoy (and most likely Black) family, Draco was spoiled by his parents since day one. His father was filled with pride and wanted his son to be his mini me. His mother wanted to give him the world and raise him be a proper young pureblood wizard. Brought up to believe that he was superior than everyone else, it was Draco’s belief that no one could reach his level. As a Malfoy, he only deserved the best. Best clothes, books, toys, and friends. When these things weren’t available to him, he made sure to make everyone around him miserable. Malfoy’s never showed their true feelings, however. That was showing weakness. And no one wanted to be weak like mudbloods, blood traitors, and filthy muggles. He was grateful that his parents brought him up the RIGHT way. They were Purebloods after all. They had to make sure to set the proper example for all.

LIFE DURING THE WAR: Hogwarts was very much a home to Draco. He was surrounded by friends, endless amount of books and resources, and the ability to prove to everyone how wonderful he was. Unfortunately Harry Potter, The Red Weasel, and Mudblood Granger was around to annoy him every chance that he had. What he distaste most of all was how Potter and Granger always got the attention in certain classes. Sure he would joke to scare them into thinking that the Dark Lord would snatch them up. But he had no idea that he would one day be forced into becoming a Death Eater and that his jokes would become reality. To him, there was nothing in this world more important than pleasing his father. Lucius Malfoy was his idol after all. So when his family was in trouble, Lucius wanted to prove his loyalty. Those two years were hard for Draco. He never imagined that earning power in this way would be so hurtful, cruel, and in many ways disgusting. When Potter and his friends were presented to the Dark Lord, Draco found himself lying to save the people he despised. Maybe it was how he was being treated by the Dark Lord or maybe he was truly waking up to the reality that all of this was 100% problematic and f-ed up. Whatever the reason, throughout the war Draco saw what it was like to receive kindness in return. This resulted in him being saved by the one person he thought he would hate for the rest of his life.  

LAST THREE YEARS: After the War, Draco wasn’t sure how to feel. Kindness was shown to him by his enemies and his family name was now tarnished. Was there any hope for him? For the Malfoy name? For his future? For the first time in his life, he had t start from scratch. He was resourceful in his planning and saw that if he was going to survive this new world, he had to commit to changing. After attending many court hearings, he was let off the hook due to him being a minor when he became a Death Eater. To show his gratitude, he started to help create potions to give to the injured from the war. Giving back to others was weird at first but when he started getting the acknowledgement and praise from his success, he felt that feeling he had when he was a child. A community service project turned into a job and soon he found his place in the world again. Some may not believe this new change of heart (especially with him working hard to help out the mud….sorry Muggle-Borns) but he likes this new feeling of accomplishment that he is getting through this line of work. He is grateful that he isn’t in jail and grateful for the second chance. He won’t take things or granted any more. He’s already seen that outcome and doesn’t want to go back.

HOLIDAY DETAILS:

Draco has always loved how his family has celebrated Christmas. It was a three day event for them. Though they would never admit it, they based their celebrations off of old Muggle traditions that has been a part of the Malfoy family since the 1880s. Maybe they were attracted to the whole idea of tradition on such a precious holiday. Or maybe it was the sense of warmth that the family would NEVER admit they were missing. It’s a mystery that no one in the family talks about and probably for the best too.

The first day starts with Breakfast. A small group of family members from both sides come to Malfoy Manor. Once Breakfast is over, the Malfoy’s prepare for their annual Christmas Eve Ball. Family, friends, and associates are invited by invitation only to this black tie event. To outsiders, it may seem like a stuffy Pureblood party. Yet to those invited and in the inner circle, it’s a time of joy and being around family. Dinner is served at 8 on the dot and then dancing starts at 9:30. Gifts are exchanged at midnight  with most people leaving right after.

On Christmas day, The Malfoy’s have a quiet Christmas brunch and exchange their own gifts with each other. They don’t have a religion that they follow or a figure that they worship. Yet they do enjoy visiting the abandon Abbey down the rode to pay their respects to Malfoys from the past that were laid to rest. That evening, They visit the Black side of the family, something Draco didn’t care much about. Being with them was like walking on glass.

On Boxing Day, the Malfoy family gives their House Elves a half day off. They spend the day going through old artifacts and privately cleaning out old rooms that they don’t want the House Elves to enter. They then usually go out of the country for a few days and return for the new year.

These were traditions that Draco remembers from when he was a child. All of this stopped after his 4th year. His father was so busy with trying to impress the Dark Lord and climb the ranks of the Death Eaters, that Draco hasn’t had a real Christmas Holiday since then. This proposed party is a chance for Draco to try something new. Though he loves celebrating the holidays with his mother, just having a small Christmas dinner together seems lonely. Maybe surrounding himself with people would bring some familiarity to his life.

OOC SUPPLEMENT:

SHIPS: Draco/Hermione: My favorite crackship. I know it isn’t that popular but I see so many similar characteristics of the two. It would be awesome to explore this either as a relationship or a friendship (or both lol). I know Draco was a horrible jerk to Hermione but it would be nice to play things out and see how they go. Draco/Astoria Greengrass: We don’t know much about Astoria but it would be cool to explore what type of person she is and why Draco might be attracted to her. Draco/Chemistry: I’m all about Chemistry. So if things seem to be clicking between out characters, I’m open to try and see where things go!

CHANGES: Nope!

FACECLAIM: Austen Butler, Ross Lynch, Jackson Wang

#merrylittleapp #draco malfoy

[merrylittlehogwartsrp]

Happy Holidays, Elva! We are thrilled to “invite” Neville Longbottom (fc Justice Smith) back to Hogsmeade for a little forced Winter Cheer. We loved the short evocative notes in your app that clearly put to mind 7th year as well as where Neville is today.

Please pack your bags and send in your tumblr. Additional information can be found here!

OOC DETAILS:

NICKNAME: Elva

AGE (must be 18+): twenties

PRONOUNS: she/her, they/them

ACTIVITY ESTIMATE: I check the dash daily, and try to post at least once daily, though sometimes replies take me a little longer to write. 

CHARACTER DETAILS:

FULL NAME & NICKNAMES: Neville Longbottom

BIRTHDATE: July 30th, 1980

BLOOD-STATUS: Pureblood

* GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender male

* GENDER PRESENTATION/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

* SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pan-Demi Sexual

CHARACTER SITUATION:

OCCUPATION: 

Auror. After the battle of Hogwarts, there was little life could throw at Neville that he wasn’t ready for. After early graduation from Hogwarts, Neville went straight into work as an Auror. He’d already fought the battle that ended the war; he passed his training with flying colours, better than any exam he sat at Hogwarts. Neville is proud to have brought many a Death Eater to justice, but the job is wearing on him. If he’s honest, it was wearing from the start, only he was more used to it then. It was war and so what if he was tired if he was still alive and kicking? But the war ended three years ago. Why is it they’re still fighting? Neville needs a change of pace. He needs what his parents never got the chance to have, a life beyond being an Auror. He needs quiet, time to be in his garden, and he doubts the Department of Mysteries can offer that, but even if there’s just a small chance it’s better he has to try, right?

HOUSING: 

Neville rents a small two-bedroom cottage in the middle of nowhere, outside Norwich. It’s easy enough to get to if you possess magic, meaning despite having no neighbours it’s not remote by a long shot, but the space is a necessity for Neville, who dreams of having a large garden. The garden is there, but Neville wouldn’t deign to call it one yet on account of the weeds that have wreaked havoc on it. He simply hasn’t had enough time to work on it, between his job and catching up with the DA. Each time Neville steps outside his door he’s confronted with his shame; for neglecting his plants, for taking so long to figure out this life he’s built isn’t for him anymore, shame for avoiding his own unhappiness, all so he doesn’t have to admit to Gran and the rest of the world that he can’t go on being the grandson or the wizard they all want him to be. 

SOCIAL STANDING: 

Being a pureblood on the right side of the war, not to mention a celebrity, Neville’s social standing is pretty good. Of course, Neville is oblivious. He doesn’t put much store in such matters. It’s all nonsense; doesn’t actually say the first thing about you. But if he looked at the facts, son of an Auror who became an Auror himself, he would guess he was relatively successful, and he knows people treat him differently now (Gran does, that’s for sure). But enough of the boy who was “practically a squib” remains that he doesn’t recognise his worth in the eyes of others. And he doesn’t let himself think about it either, lest he slip back into old habits. He values himself, finally, and for the most part that’s enough. 

CHARACTER CONFIGURATION:

TALENTS/WEAKNESSES 

+ Herbology, Duelling, Negotiation and Leadership. 

- Potions, Flying, Lying

STRENGTHS/FLAWS 

+ Courageous, Resolute, Kind

- Still clumsy (yes, he did just spill this tray of four mugs of tea over the entire sofa), Insecure (Neville isn’t only trying to live up to his parents’ accomplishments, but who he has been these past four years. All his old insecurities are still there, he’s just stopped listening to them so much.) 

CHARACTER HISTORY: 

FAMILY BACKGROUND: 

Neville’s magic made itself known only when Neville was tumbling out of a window, dropped by his great uncle Algie who forgot about him at the mere sight of a meringue. It’s a defining moment for Neville. Not only does it say alot about his magic and how it works (stubbornly–his magic voiced the defiance that Neville was too shy, too insecure to put into words), but it also says a lot about his family. They didn’t hang about waiting for his magic to show. They forced it and him. Neville wonders if it’s always been this way–if this is the method that worked on his dad–or if it’s because his dad is no longer around for a casual chat that his family treats Neville this way, if grief has settled into their bones, reshaping their personalities into something slightly more gruff and heavy-handed. All Neville’s life his parents have lived in St Mungo’s, but he feels their absence keenly every time he’s around Gran or his great aunt and uncle. Even more so now that he’s an Auror. It’s like they’re all trying to pick up where his dad left off. But how long can you be an Auror before you start to lose pieces of yourself? And how many pieces can you lose before you’re not yourself anymore?

LIFE DURING THE WAR:

If you need someone who isn’t there, sometimes you have to step up and fill that role yourself. This is how Neville came to be one of the leading figures of the DA in Harry’s absence, along with Luna and Ginny. They all needed someone to follow, someone to tell them this fight needed to happen; that even in defeat, they could still make an impact and keep the fight alive. Neville will tell you that if it hadn’t been him, it would have been someone else. And he’s not wrong. But he’s glad for all the hits he took on behalf of others, especially the younger students; that he became the human punching bag for the Carrows, absorbing whatever blow and hex they threw at him. It hurt, alot, but there was a silver lining to that cloud–the DA finally got to practise their healing spells.

Neville has never been one to stay on the ground when he’s down, though it used to take him longer to find his feet. During the war, Neville bounced right back up. He survived, despite mouthing off Carrow and Voldemort at every turn, speaking up when they spouted their bigotry, and defending other students against their cruelty. And he has a whole host of scars to show for it. Some wounds healed magically, and some took time, either because the spells were too difficult for the DA, the cut too deep, or Neville refused the help because there was another student in greater need. (There was always another student in greater need.) They’re on his face and torso mostly, dozens of little nicks on his skin and a few thicker scars from deep gashes, including one on his right cheek, one of the final cuts he received. Some days he wears them with pride. Others, he hates them, seeing nothing but the marks the Carrows left on him, on his skin and his mind. Neville response to pain is undeniably shaped by his experience during his seventh year. It makes him feverish, almost excitable. Neville has found what he’s good at. He doesn’t fear getting knocked down anymore, but maybe he should.

LAST THREE YEARS:

Neville threw himself into his work, and when he wasn’t on the clock, he was as good as working, checking in with his friends, scraping together the remnants of the DA and shaping them into something resembling people. Sometimes this meant having a drink down the Leaky Cauldron, and others it meant making sure they had food in the fridge or that their laundry hadn’t piled up. Either way, Neville kept on filling the role of DA leader that he’d gotten so comfortable in during his seventh year. That way he didn’t have to inspect his own damage. But if anyone wants a glimpse into Neville’s state of mind, all they have to do is look at his garden. The wildflowers hide it well, but anyone with a passing knowledge of plants would know instantly that Neville is not okay.

HOLIDAY DETAILS:

Neville’s one family tradition which he absolutely upholds is visiting his mum and dad at the hospital every day of the week before Christmas. He decorates their hospital room with paper chains and tinsel, and brings Christmas cookies and sweets. On the bad days, he only stays for a quick hello and goodbye, but on the good days, he spends hours with them, telling them about the good things, like the plants he’s planning on putting in the garden, or various anecdotes about Seamus or the lovely thing Luna said during their last meet-up. Neville doesn’t ascribe to any religious beliefs. He observes Christmas because it’s time he spends with his family. It gives him a reason to be at the hospital more often, doing something for his mum and dad. Neville loathes that he’s involved in the celebration. He would have nothing to do with it if it wasn’t compulsory (a fact which is setting off alarm bells in Neville’s head), except Gran is ecstatic. She wants to parade her grandson in front of everyone, talk about what a hero he is. Neville can’t wait…

OOC SUPPLEMENT:

SHIPS: Neville/Chemistry. 

CHANGES: Nope! All the bios are wonderful. I love them. 

FACECLAIM: Justice Smith, Henrik Holm.

#merrylittleapp #neville longbottom

[merrylittlehogwartsrp]

Happy Holidays, Karli! We are thrilled to “invite” Harry Potter  (fc Dev Patel) back to Hogsmeade for a little forced Winter Cheer.  It was delightful reading the balance you found for Harry between victory and damage and how “well” isn’t the same as all better and we’re keen to see how Harry in particular copes with a celebration of the war that literally (briefly) killed him.

Harry’s roommate is: No One! (yet...)

Please pack your bags and send in your tumblr. Additional information can be found here!

OOC DETAILS:

NICKNAME: Karli

AGE: 27 

PRONOUNS: She/Her

ACTIVITY ESTIMATE: Same as with Lavender! I’ll be around every day, sometimes for replies, sometimes not. But very rarely on Tues/Wed. 

CHARACTER DETAILS:

FULL NAME & NICKNAMES: Harry James Potter. Nicknames: you name it; The Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived, Scarhead, Potter, Undesirable No. 1, many other things

BIRTHDATE: July 31, 1980

BLOOD-STATUS: Half-Blood

GENDER IDENTITY: Cis-male

GENDER PRESENTATION/PRONOUNS: Male. He/Him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: If asked, Harry would awkwardly say, “Er, I like girls?” And he does like girls - that’s something he knows. But what he doesn’t realize is, in those moments where he admires a bloke a little bit too long or how he used to think about certain dead Hogwarts champion a bit too often, might just mean that, perhaps, he likes boys, too. Harry doesn’t know this - and, honestly, he will likely never realize this. So, yeah, he’s bisexual… but he’d be very unlikely to tell anyone that when he doesn’t know it himself.  

CHARACTER SITUATION:

OCCUPATION: 

Harry is an Auror. It was the only thing he could think about doing as a teenager and hadn’t stopped after the war to decide if it was truly something he wanted. It’s worked out for him - he’s all about the job - but when he’s gone from a war to more battles, it’s hard to have a moment to breath. Since he joined the department - from training to becoming a full-fledged Auror - Harry hasn’t stopped. It’s nearly relentless, how hard he works, often skirting other responsibilities in favor of the office or another mission. Some people might call it an obsession - but Harry just thinks he’s doing his job. After all, if someone had realized that Lord Voldemort was a problem before he’d gotten so much power, would the war have even happened?

HOUSING: 

Currently, Harry lives in a townhome with Ron. It’s two floors, but fairly small, with the kitchen, sitting room, and a half bath on the bottom floor and the two bedrooms and a full bath on the top floor. He moved in there only a couple of months before the year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. Before that, he (very stupidly, it was a terrible decision) lived in Grimmauld Place alone.

SOCIAL STANDING: 

He’s the Chosen One, the person who took down Lord Voldemort. Simple as that. Harry knows he had help - knows he would’ve died without the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore’s Army, Ron and Hermione, and all the countless people who stayed behind at the school on that final night - but he’s the one who finished it. And while he doesn’t think that’s as important as the rest of it - why does he get issued the first class Order of Merlin while his friend’s get something else? - the people of the Wizarding World doesn’t always agree. He can’t go anywhere in the magical community without someone recognizing him and that’s a pain. He’s famous for not dying. Big deal.

CHARACTER CONFIGURATION:

TALENTS/WEAKNESSES (+) Duelling (okay, so yeah he may be the King of Expelliarmus, he actually is a really good dueller and it isn’t sheer dumb luck that he’s survived this long) (+) Flying/Quidditch (+) Not dying. (-) Subtly (-) Self Management (-) Logistics

STRENGTHS/FLAWS (+) Selfless (+) Forgiving (+) Leadership (-) Impulsive (-) Black and white thinking (-) Obsessive 

CHARACTER HISTORY:

FAMILY BACKGROUND

Stuck in the cupboard under the stairs, Harry never would’ve pictured this life. He had a vivid imagination, if only to take away from the yelling of his uncle, the haughtiness of his aunt, the annoyance of his cousin. Growing up on Privet Drive hadn’t been easy for a boy with brown skin surrounded by white people who liked to stare. Either at his baggy clothes (hand-me-down from Dudley, of course, never something new for the unwanted nephew) or his scrawny build (the scraps of leftover food at the table designated for him) or the odd lighting-shaped scar on his forehead (the only thing left from his time with his parents). He used his imagination to get away from a household that didn’t want him – but never would’ve been expected anything like what happened on stormy shore in the middle of nowhere. A door breaking down, a giant man with a smile and the silliest – most beautiful – cake he’d ever seen. He’d never been anything other than the odd one out – and then he was told he was something special.

But special came with a cost. And Harry went from invisible on the best days to the center of attention. The Wizarding World had expectations and looked at him as though he was a hero. He discovered what he was meant to do not through choice, but through fate. It meant he could die. But having friends – having this life where people loved him – it was worth it, in the end. Finding out how his parents really died hadn’t been easy, nor had coming face-to-face (or back of head, as it were that very first time) with the man who’d murdered them, but Harry persevered. That could really sum up his time in this newfound world, really. Hogwarts was his home, yes, but it was also the place he had to survive. 

LIFE DURING THE WAR

In the end, he couldn’t be just Harry. He was the Chosen One and it was a job he took seriously. Voldemort might have been determined to win, but so was Harry. And so he did what he had to do - he left the only place he’d ever felt accepted. After Dumbledore’s death, he was the only one who could follow through with the task needed. 

He didn’t know what to expect when he left with Ron and Hermione to find the horcruxes. Not really an adventure – finding pieces of Voldemort’s soul seemed more like a curse than anything – but maybe something more than what he had. It wasn’t until after Dumbledore was gone that Harry realized how much his old headmaster didn’t tell him. They had a vague idea on what these objects where, with no direction on where to go to find them.  And then Ron left, the world had split apart. His best friend was gone and Dumbledore didn’t trust Harry enough to tell him about the important things in his life. Suddenly, Harry found himself feelings exposed. He’d opened up and hadn’t got the same courtesy in return.

But Ron returned and they managed, the three of them, together. The Battle of Hogwarts was fitting. He’d started his war there - might as well end it there, too. He died - he’d come back. And that was more than the rest of those people laying, lifeless, in the hall could say. Survival, not happiness - maybe that was what he was meant for.  

LAST THREE YEARS

After the war, Harry threw himself into everything he could to help. He worked with Kingsley and the Ministry on changing things where he could. He helped rebuild Hogwarts. Did anything he needed for the preparation of the trials. But, eventually, things settled into something like normalcy and Harry could no longer distract himself. When the Auror department offered him a place in their training program, even without the N.E.W.T.s. He accepted and threw himself into the work.

It wasn’t enough, though. His mind began to wander, picturing the faces of all those dead. The Weasleys were a walking reminder of what he, Harry, had done to them. He left the Burrow for a life of solitude at Grimmauld Place. Stopping showing up for Sunday dinners, stopping answering their owls. Ron and Hermione were the exception - but they knew everything, were with him for all of it. Harry’s isolation grew worse and worse as the months that passed, showing up only for work and not much else. Grimmauld Place was not a good match. He’d told Kreacher to help The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black survivor, Andromeda Tonks, and so even the elf wasn’t around. Eventually, even Teddy Lupin could not entice Harry to come out from the hell he’d created in the house that reminded him so much of Sirius and the war.

The first Christmas after the war, Harry had been ready to spend it alone. But when Ginny Weasley came tearing down his door, reminding him that he’d still had family, he’d relented and gone to the Burrow. Perhaps she was right - he’d forgotten that this wasn’t just his war. But that didn’t mean they were getting back together and he’d told her so. He didn’t know who he was in a life without Voldemort - how could he even try to be someone’s boyfriend?

After that, Ron had gotten through to him and convinced him to move out of that horrid house and into a place with him. Harry was better once leaving Grimmauld, but not perfect. He’s yet to truly talk about everything (outside that clinical re-telling to the members of the Order and the Weasleys shortly after the war) and doesn’t know how to deal with it all. Work helps - he nearing sixty hour weeks most of the time, if not more - but that’s only a distraction. There are people out in the world that now know he was a Horcrux, part of Voldemort. That can’t just be forgiven. Like anyone, he has good days and bad. Sometimes, he’ll go months where things are alright and he’s showing up for people. Other times, he’ll continue that cycle of isolation, with only his two best friends as the exception. 

All he knows now is that he still doesn’t know who Harry Potter is when there is no Voldemort to tell him what he needs to do. With the Dark Lord, he had a purpose. Now… who is he? There’s part of him that full expected to die in that war. What’s he supposed to do now that he’s living in the after?

HOLIDAY DETAILS:

The Dursleys were very traditional people and, boy, did they want people to know it! The Christmas tree was impeccable, the Christmas light glittering on the shining, snow-covered lawn. Aunt Petunia made cookies for Dudley to put out for Father Christmas. Uncle Vernon told Dudley sledding. Harry stayed in his cupboard. The biggest tradition for Harry as a kid was the tradition to stay out of everyone’s way until they left for Christmas Eve mass. Then, he snuck around and played with Dudley’s new toys until they came home and he had to quickly put everything back where he’d found it. He once had Father Christmas come to his primary school and he’d asked for his parents back. The look on that man’s face is pretty hilarious, now that Harry knows there actually isn’t a Santa Claus and he had told some stranger a pretty dark wish.

Once Harry got into the magical world and started spending the holidays with the Weasleys, he did what they did. The best tradition is getting the sweater every year - a reminder that the Weasleys still love him, even though he’s very hard to lover sometimes. He doesn’t even mind Celestina because the company is nice. They exchange gifts and ignore the fact that there’s one less brother and it’s generally pretty fun. Harry likes Christmas much more now.

His mother was white and his father was Indian. Harry knows very little about his dad’s culture - or what James might’ve celebrated during the holidays. Once, last year, he’d gone to the library to study up traditional Indian practices for the winter months. He’d learned that there are too many religions in India to really narrow down what his dad might’ve celebrate at Christmastime, but he did enjoy reading about how, on Christmas Eve, the holiday is often celebrated by hanging paper stars between houses to connect the neighbors. He hadn’t tried it - hadn’t even thought about trying it. But he had pictured his mother and father doing this, regardless of James’ traditions, and smiled at the idea.

OOC SUPPLEMENT:

SHIPS: Hinny is one of my major OTPs, but the build up would be necessary and I would never push a ship! Harry’s hurt Ginny in this by pushing her away - she has every right to be pissed at him! That being said… I’m up for anything so long as there is build up and chemistry. It’s more likely to happen with a female character, as Harry has not yet realized his bisexuality, but he may realize during the roleplay, so I won’t rule anything out! That being said… I do have a few things I don’t ship with him - Ron/Harry, Hermione/Harry are out for me because, to my Harry, they’re more like siblings. And then Draco/Harry because Harry can’t stand the guy. BUT like I said… I’m in this for more than shipping so I’m sort of just going to see where the wind takes me! 

CHANGES: Nothing! Unless you count that he no longer lives at Grimmauld Place a change? Also, I should just point out that I know Dev Patel, my top FC choice, is not mixed race. But it’s really hard finding the perfect FC, perfect expressions, perfect features, and the exact ethnicity, so I’m having to fudge it here a bit. Like, lbr, Vernon Dursley was racist and wouldn’t have married a non-white person or a person with non-white family members. So I play Harry as mixed race. 

FACECLAIM: Dev Patel or Suraj Sharma (But Dev would be my first choice, if possible!)

Also … I’ve read everyone’s apps and talked to a few players before doing this app in order to make sure everything fits! But, if anything needs changed to fit with other characters, I’m always happy to make changes!

#merrylittleapp #harry potter

[merrylittlehogwartsrp]

Happy Holidays, Cora! We are thrilled to “invite” Penelope Clearwater (fc Adria Arjona) back to Hogsmeade for a little forced Winter Cheer. We were thrilled to see the app touch on how some students (former or current during the war) might have had to take a more international approach to survival.  Penelope’s roommate is: Percy Weasley!

Please pack your bags and send in your tumblr. Additional information can be found here!

OOC DETAILS:

NICKNAME: cora

AGE (must be 18+): 21

PRONOUNS: she/her

ACTIVITY ESTIMATE: i may not post everyday, and i do take a while to respond, but i can log in every day and i may be always zooming on the dash, since i mostly use a computer to work.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

FULL NAME & NICKNAMES: penelope gabriela clearwater. she sometimes went by penny or even penpen in school, but her father has always called her peepa (or pippa). recently, she was known as lupe, which is the main nickname taken from penelope in latin america.

BIRTHDATE: november 23 (her zodiac is sagittarius, with virgo rising)

BLOOD-STATUS: halfblood/muggleborn. penelope’s blood status is the cause of much ruckus within the fandom, and while i don’t really doubt jk just pooped with that “hermione uses penelope’s name” on deathly hallows, i have decided to take my own direction: penelope’s father is a squib, and because of his inability to magic, he was abandoned on a muggle house’s steps during his early childhood. like this, penelope grew as a muggleborn, unaware of her own identity – it took her quite a bit to find all out, and not many people know that yet.

* GENDER IDENTITY: cisfemale

* GENDER PRESENTATION/PRONOUNS: she/her

* SEXUAL ORIENTATION: biromantic demisexual. her eyes have always wandered, making whole romances in her head, but she feels hesitant to seek out affection from the same gender, no matter how smitten she seems to be by females – there is a certain lock in her brain that stops her from going forward, and from seeing a possible relationship with a girl being anything but platonic. that is definitely something i’d be keen to explore: how a christian raised witch is strained by a heteronormative society, and the paths she can carve from there.

CHARACTER SITUATION:

OCCUPATION: mediwizard. with her grades, a brilliant career in the ministry was an option penelope did consider for a while, but it was during her training in st mungus that harry potter’s words about you know who’s return were admitted as truth. soon enough, she would be thrust into a world that saw fit to expose its prejudices towards others they did not consider their equal – how could she be a part of a world that did not consider her worthy of them, or worthy of life? thankfully, penelope was lucky, and was not pushed onto a sophie’s choice during wartime. instead of a government job, she opted by a passion joined with practicality: she became a mediwizard, aiding in the recovery and immediate injuries to quidditch players and “normal civilians” alike (either those be muggle, or wix). nowadays, she does care for the profession, and for the good she has done, but with interests as diverse as hers, she would not oppose to dabble at different areas (although she remains wary of the ministry, albeit curious).

HOUSING: she is crashing in with her father, stepmother and half-brother. for most of her time in the americas, penelope barely remembers having any roof over her head, and to live inside a proper household, while ideal for most, feels somewhat restricting and odd for her at the moment. it’s the least to say she’s itching to not be in this situation.

SOCIAL STANDING: she was one of the lucky ones, not seeing the destruction of the world she knew or the death of those she held close – she was not at the battle, you see, nor she had any word of it until it was all over. because she strayed from britain and all of it for so long, nearly five years now, she isn’t even sure if people remember her anymore. rather, she wasn’t sure, since the letter addressed to her arrived nearly the minute she returned to england meant that at least the ministry knows of her somehow.

CHARACTER CONFIGURATION:

TALENTS/WEAKNESSES - +     statistics (she is good with numbers overall); +     counter spells; +     brainstorming/creative problem solving; +     she’s good in “blending in”. -       offensive spells; -       she lacks commitment and hesitant to “settle roots”; -       her variety of interests are intense but short lived, resulting in some consisting of mediocre skills at best; -       she’s unfamiliar with the wizarding world now, and suspicious of the efficacy of the removal of the bigotry within the ministry.

STRENGTHS/FLAWS - +       open minded, resourceful, curious, empathetic -       competitive, aloof (as in easily distracted, not intentionally cold), wary, indecisive/conflicted

CHARACTER HISTORY: please write one short paragraph for each. (guess who can’t write only one paragraph. yikes!) FAMILY BACKGROUND:

no matter where you are from, when you are born to proud magical parents, yet you stubbornly continue to show not a sign of your ancestry, you are a disappointment. the denomination is a harsh one when given to a boy that is not even four years old yet, but that was what was deemed of young andrew clearwater. perhaps being born a squib was a good thing, because being left on the steps of a muggle church was probably one of the best things for the boy, whom was raised as a relative by the priest who found him. mr. clearwater gave andrew a home and a family, and that was it. the boy learned not to question too much, and to be grateful for what he had.

it was a surprise that someone traditionalist as andy would ever fall for a bright star like gabriela martinez – and more yet that the young guatemalan woman would reciprocate his feelings. she, wanderlust by nature, bright and fleeting, did not fall into the restraints that a marriage in the 70s imposed on women, and it was him who followed her through europe as she did her coming of age tour, as promised. so many dreams the both of them had – she, most of all, free of a colonial, old fashioned dictatorship – all for it to end as quick as it had began.

penelope was born not two weeks prior to her mother’s demise. her parents hadn’t completed two years together then, yet there she was: a newborn, without a mother, raised by a father in his early twenties. andy could do nothing but to return to his small hometown with the tail between his legs – with the effort to raise a baby, everything he had dreamed was pushed aside, and soon he was back to his rather boring routine. there was just no room to something different, until penelope began to rationalize and voice out her thoughts: it became clear that she was more similar to her mother than initially thought, for her hunger, originality and curiosity could only be the result of gabriela’s bloodline.

her father let her free to her exploits, even if he did not partake or, sometimes, even understood much of it; there was trust and deep love between the two of them, and that was what mattered. thankfully, penelope was conscious, and never trespassed a line that was too far – she was a good daughter, quick to help and pick up the slack at home, to care for him as he did her, to not push too hard on the questions.

but they were different from one another, you see: him, happy to settle and to go head on in his work and on normalcy without question, while she was the curious, curly haired brown girl who seemed to want more than her small town could give her.

her hogwarts letter was groundbreaking. the son of a priest had some difficulty to wrap his head around the idea, but his daughter was starry eyed, and for months, each in their own way, they prepared for the moment she would go to this new school. to part from her father for the first time, and to leave him alone in that square of his, was her uttermost concern. followed closely, though, was the curiosity hammering at the back of her head: why me? penelope had always been incredibly interested about her origins, but it had been hindered by affection towards her father, by the fear to disappoint and hurt him somehow, but being in hogwarts presented new doors, windows, flying brooms, moving stairs – a new world!

with a mind like hers, it was no surprise the sorting hat barely took half a minute to sort her in ravenclaw. penelope found her place with ease, fitting in better among the wizard community than she ever thought possible. her years at school feel much like a dream, as if she is still floating just inches above her bed, like she used to as a child – she feels this lightheaded state of happiness through her classes, through the winters at home, through getting familiar with a stepmother and a baby brother, through her own first boyfriend and her new position at school. distracted as she was, she did not think she would exactly fit in with the strict ruler followers with shiny badges, but she was kind, and solicitous, and never particularly minded the long hours of patrol in dim litted halls.

while life in hogwarts was comfortable and dazzling, the life of a graduate was odd, to say the least (and not particularly in the good way): most people had clear ambitions, paths already being trailed to big ministry careers, but penelope had always been rather eclectic. she thinks of something regarding quidditch, and someone – she doesn’t remember who – suggests her to take some training in st mungus; the harpies were always keen to hire women, even if they were not field players, you see.

so she goes for that, finding herself thinking ahead. there were no records on her father’s birth family in hogwarts, but the british school was not the only one in the world.

LIFE DURING THE WAR:

she was in castelo bruxo when the news of dumbledore’s death reached her. just like that, the clearwater’s well deserved, long scheduled family trip to the americas was finished – andy had grown restless following a cold trail, regardless of the lovely people and places and culture they had encountered. penelope understood he did not have the same hunger as her, so once the service was done, she returned to south america by herself.

it was luck, some would say; a bigger force than we can understand, someone guiding us, andy clearwater would claim; either that be, she did not feel the horrors of war in first hand. instead, she made her way through the americas. the us held unrest, but mexico, down to nicaragua and lower to argentina were calmer, nearly free of dark cloaks. nearly. she only knew of things through papers and radio, but she understood the ministry was not safe – corrupted – and she, as a registered british witch, no matter how much luck or faith she had, should be more careful.

her childhood years among muggles pay off, and so does the spanish she had taught herself through school. she takes advantage of the motive of searching for her father’s origins, but the more deaths she hears on the wizard radio, the less nights she stays in just one place, especially in a wizard community. she begins to stopping by muggle villages more – with her wand hidden from eyes, she is just like one of them now.

LAST THREE YEARS:

it’s quidditch that pulls her back to the post voldemort defeat world once again. if she believed britain to have amazing players, the south americans were astounding. she begins working in a few matches – on the sidelines, like she has always enjoyed more – and slowly she reintegrates herself more to the wix community.

the process is lengthy, and she is still unaccustomed to stopping and staying for more than ten days in one place alone, without looking behind your shoulders for someone with wicked intentions.

she returns to england solely because of her brother’s request – she had swallowed the aching for her home country for so long she can almost believe she does not miss it – but the ministry has a way to find people, don’t they?

HOLIDAY DETAILS:

her father, as the son of a priest, has always been your typical god fearing christian: there were church services every sunday, and every religious holiday, especially on a big one such as christmas. for that, even when they didn’t have much money to spare, they went all out: delicately decorated christmas trees, big turkeys for dinner, the best outfits for service, even a creative setting on the lawns (all done by mrs. andy clearwater himself, whom had always found a veiled joy in tending to his garden).

with the spirit of holidays running through their veins, the clearwater considered the year’s end traditions (followed closely by easters’) their favorite, and even when she got to hogwarts, and her father a wife, penelope had always looked forward for the christmas breaks, to sit on the porch while drinking hot chocolate and going over what had happened during their time apart.

the christmas season was the hardest on her while she was on america, and although she did attend mass every single year during easter and christmas, and every other sunday, it did not feel the same without her father, and their hours catching up. this moment was what she looked the most forward to this year, so she is a bit disappointed to have to go to hogsmeade, away from her family, in the time like this.

however – and she does not say it – it would be a lie to say she did not miss hogwarts, the place where her wildest dreams have come true. and then, the old optimistic girl inside of her screams: and what time is more magic than christmas?

OOC SUPPLEMENT:

SHIPS: I have always liked Penelope/Percy, and I was kinda disappointed they were not end game on Deathly Hallows, so if possible, I’d like to explore how they took this post “high school sweetheart” things, with the both of them having different priorities, etc. Other than that, I’d say Penelope/Chemistry is the way to go, especially since I am still getting to know her myself! As for platonic ships, I think it would be really interesting to play Penelope/Hermione, because they definitely must have struck a sort of friendship during their hardship together (especially since they are contrasting yet similar in some ways!)

CHANGES: n/a BUT i would like to add i have made a small profile for her right here.

FACECLAIM: adria arjona is how i view her, but i could also make changes to use kiersey clemons or candice patton!

#merrylittleapp #penelope clearwater

[merrylittlehogwartsrp]

Happy Holidays, Pat! We are thrilled to “invite” Percy Weasley (fc Callum Turner) back to Hogsmeade for a little forced Winter Cheer. We love Percy’s attention to detail (its those cauldron bottoms ! ) and how it featured throughout the app and Percy’s decision making process.

Please pack your bags and send in your tumblr. Additional information can be found here!

OOC DETAILS:

NICKNAME: Pat

AGE (must be 18+): (21+)

PRONOUNS: she/her

ACTIVITY ESTIMATE: I can check in once a day and I can peek at work!

CHARACTER DETAILS:

FULL NAME & NICKNAMES: Percival Ignatius Weasley – obviously goes by Percy lol 

BIRTHDATE: August 22

BLOOD-STATUS: Pureblood

GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender male

GENDER PRESENTATION/PRONOUNS: he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual – though Percy doesn’t know or think about this much because how could he? He’s a damn workaholic

CHARACTER SITUATION:

OCCUPATION: Press Secretary to the Minister of Magic

HOUSING: Percy lives… with his parents.

SOCIAL STANDING: He’s in Shacklebolt’s good graces, but that doesn’t mean much in the wizarding community; Percy’s just as useless as the Ministry had been all through the years. It didn’t help that he volunteered himself to literally everything the Ministry needed to get done, so people only ever associated him with anything and everything Ministry related. The name Weasley didn’t help him much either; while his family was lauded as war heroes, Percy has been the face of the Ministry itself having thrown himself as much as he could into his work. He may just be better off calling himself Weatherby at this point.

CHARACTER CONFIGURATION:

TALENTS/WEAKNESSES: +Duelling, +Transfiguration, +Potions (he knows so much about cauldron bottoms guys), -Flying, -Care of Magical Creatures, -anything outside the scope of school and work, -maintaining a social life

STRENGTHS/FLAWS: +organized, +careful, +ambitious, -short-sighted, -stiff, -passive-aggressive

CHARACTER HISTORY:

FAMILY BACKGROUND - 

It wasn’t that Percy ever felt unloved, but it was obvious that his parents were stretched thin. He often touted himself as the most well-behaved of the bunch, doing his fair share of the chores – and often just taking over someone else’s because they couldn’t do it the way Molly wanted it done. Or perhaps, though no one thought this ever to be the case, he cared enough about his siblings to let them play Quidditch just for an hour longer if it meant that he had to do dishes. Even isolated at Hogwarts, the pressure to take care of his family didn’t let up: Merlin knows what Bill and Charlie were getting themselves into, and at least Percy could owl home good news of his top marks in his classes. He felt like he were an extension of his parents once his younger siblings started to attend school, though his attempt to nudge his siblings towards much more mild-mannered endeavors had been futile the day Fred and George stepped onto the train. At least with his coursework and leadership duties he could focus on what he could do right – and at least his siblings always managed to keep themselves whole, even if they didn’t take his well-intentioned advice.

LIFE DURING THE WAR - 

With his first job out of school, Percy figured out why his family was struggling: no one seemed to care about moving upwards. Somehow the realm of possibilities had been lost to everyone but Percy, with him quickly realizing that he could outearn his own father within a few years. Clearly he was on the path to become one of the influencers, eager to get shit done right. He had never asked for much from his family, but being part of it was just too thankless of a job compared to the pride he got out of being in the room where it happened. Even after Voldemort’s return, Percy had difficulty finally admitting that he had been wrong. At least Rufus Scrimgeour kept him busy enough that he didn’t have the time to think about it, and even under Pius Thicknesse he didn’t initially understand how grave this mistake was going to be. Ambitious as he was, Percy wasn’t deaf to the muggleborns dragged across the atrium. The most he could do… was what he could do best: keep himself out of trouble and out of suspicion, already made difficult by the fact that all of his family members were painted blood traitors even before Voldemort had returned. Work was no longer engaging, though it took him until that last battle to figure out why: he had always been the one to want to do better and there was no way that was going to happen if he stayed passive.

LAST THREE YEARS - 

Doing better didn’t stop his brother from being killed. Most of Percy’s thoughts were obsessed with convincing himself that he had been doing everything right, given the circumstances he had been in. But wasn’t he the one who got himself stuck in that position to begin with? Regardless, Kingsley Shacklebolt gave him something of a promotion, if only for the meticulous quality of work Percy had been able to provide to Fudge and Scrimgeour. Percy’s insistence to be constantly working was his self-imposed atonement – though it was completely lost on him that his critical thinking skills should be used for something aside from Ministry work and that his obsession with work was the whole reason he was trapped within Voldemort’s regime during the war. Perhaps it was because putting the Ministry back to its former glory (if it even had one) – or at least trying to tell everyone that was what was actually happening – was busy, tiring work, but Percy felt like there was no next step for him past this post, no new milestone to get to the next promotion because there wasn’t one; press secretaries didn’t become department heads. Certainly being Kingsley Shacklebolt’s press secretary didn’t save him from the disrespect he faced when trying to exercise a little bit of authority. And he wasn’t sure how many times he had apologized to his family either, but the Burrow had eventually become quiet once he was convinced that no amount of apology could remove the sorrow from Molly’s face and the disdain from Arthur’s. At least they both got the peace of mind that one of her children returned home every day, though Percy wasn’t sure how comforting his presence actually was; he was the one who couldn’t save Fred. Percy was considered unworthy to stand where he did in every aspect of his life: his family tolerated his presence out of obligation and his work was literally a dead-end job since no one could be convinced that the Ministry was capable of doing anything.

HOLIDAY DETAILS:

Christmas has always been about family, until it wasn’t. Percy spent two Christmases by himself until after the final battle, but at that point he was well moved in back at the Burrow anyway. But with Fred gone and his parents doing their best to try to establish something normal, the holiday was more about going through the motions of opening gifts and Christmas dinner. Percy never took his Christmas jumper for granted, at least not anymore. As a matter of fact, he’s had his party outfit ready for weeks. Wasn’t he the one who sent the owls with the invitation to that ragtag DA and wasn’t he the one who dealt with the press involved and wasn’t he the one who organized everyone into their very specific tasks? He was known for his attention to detail and his care of the minutiae, so of course this new project was entrusted to him – or rather, it would be pried out of his cold, dead hands before anyone else fucked it up. This celebration had to go well – otherwise, how else could Percy prove his competence? The opportunities to move beyond the hopeless career of convincing an entire country to put trust in a once-corrupt government were few and far between nowadays. It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. But he knew who was on the guest list and he was already hyperaware of how everything could go wrong.

OOC SUPPLEMENT:

SHIPS: I’m open to all ships, and I’m not very picky – but Percy definitely is! We’ll see where it goes.

CHANGES: None yet! Unless there’s a significant Weasley upheaval that requires anything major. If there’s stuff being planned out that maybe Percy had involvement in preparing, that’s fine with me!

FACECLAIM: Callum Turner, Luke Newberry

#merrylittleapp #percy weasley

[merrylittlehogwartsrp]

Happy Holidays, Hana! We are thrilled to “invite” Hermione Granger (fc Laura Harrier) back to Hogsmeade for a little forced Winter Cheer. We loved how all aspects of the app tied together to show both the character from canon and what might be explored in this game. 

Please pack your bags and send in your tumblr. Additional information can be found here!

OOC DETAILS:

NICKNAME: Hana

AGE (must be 18+): Twenty five

PRONOUNS: She/her or they/them

ACTIVITY ESTIMATE: I will try my best! I can be intermittent because I’m a graduate student, but I’ll let you know if I need to disappear for a bit.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

FULL NAME & NICKNAMES: Hermione Jean Granger

BIRTHDATE: 19th September, 1979 (Virgo)

BLOOD-STATUS: Muggleborn

* GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female

* GENDER PRESENTATION/PRONOUNS: She/her

* SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual demiromantic

CHARACTER SITUATION:

OCCUPATION: Legislative Assistant, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Ministry of Magic

HOUSING: When Hermione first graduated Hogwarts, she went into a shared London flat a stone’s throw away from the Ministry. This was really for convenience - she was immediately accepted into a graduate training program and needed a easy commute - but soon the central location held several social perks as well. The flat was rather small, and she shared with Anthony Goldstein and Morag Macdougal, both of whom had academically vied with her throughout Hogwarts, and so seemed suitable intellectual partners and sensible flatmates. They lived together harmoniously for just under two years, before Hermione was promoted to her current position and could afford a place alone. Her apartment is still small, and it’s on the fringe of the magical community, but she adores it with abandon. She relishes her privacy.

SOCIAL STANDING: Being a central figure of the war grants Hermione a high social standing. At first she was quite uncomfortable with the attention; then she recognized that her spotlight was perfectly positioned over her soapbox, and she’s been content ever since. Hermione often writes into the Daily Prophet on various social issues (and she is always published - she puts up a token resistance to nepotism, but really it’s a superficial discomfort when she has the influence over potentially thousands of people), and she also uses what little leverage she has at the Ministry to push her ideas forward to those who can make a difference. Hermione doesn’t see the problem in capitalizing on her involvement in the war, particularly when it’s strictly for the benefit of important causes.

CHARACTER CONFIGURATION:

TALENTS/WEAKNESSES -  + Non-verbal magic, multi-tasking, project management, logical deduction  - Flying, skeptical/limited thinking, creative problem solving, socializing

STRENGTHS/FLAWS -  + Utilitarian, compassionate, strong-willed - Interfering, perfectionist, argumentative

CHARACTER HISTORY:

FAMILY BACKGROUND: Growing up in the shadow of Oxford does something to a girl. Well, it would do something to anyone, but when you’re a half-black young woman growing up in the ‘80s, it definitely does something to you. Hermione’s parents were both dentists; they voted liberally; had strong values; and were exhausting in their support and admiration for their only daughter, whose intelligence far exceeded any expectations or hopes any of them, or their extended family, held. Hermione had a happy childhood: summers in France, a stint at the local primary, ambitions beyond her years. Her parents were, perhaps, too open-minded and casual about her goals, which were staggering at six and slightly alarming at ten. She was always just too much for most people. These goals only magnified when that fateful letter from Hogwarts arrived. Hermione had always felt slightly separate from her peers - was she Jewish or Christian? White or black? Irish or English? - so to know that one thing about her was definitive, absolute, was incredible. Was it any wonder that she threw herself into learning everything about her new culture, this new facet of her identity? Hermione was devout; she was the zealous convert. For her, this was a capstone moment, and no one could dim her flame.

LIFE DURING THE WAR: No one can accurately describe war. For Hermione, being on the run meant focusing on the most pure, distilled aspects of their fragmented existence: destroying the horcruxes, surviving every day, staying hidden, staying sane. In retrospect, her attempts to keep up morale were slightly subpar, but Hermione’s never felt entirely comfortable attending to the feelings of others. It’s easier to be single-minded, to get all the excess noise out of the way before the self is attended to. But it doesn’t matter how logically you view a situation: there will always be collateral damage. Hermione still has nightmares. She runs fingers over the words carved into her arm – MUDBLOOD – and thinks disjointedly of high-ceiling Baroque rooms and boys with eyes cold as silver. Those moments, as fleeting as they are, have stayed with her. But she also holds onto those snippets of goodness: her and Harry, dancing; talking softly with Ron in the snow; holding their hands so tightly she felt she would break. Hermione needed Harry and Ron as much as, if not more, than they needed her. Logic is easy. Warmth is not. Hope is not simple. They were each a part of the puzzle that was so essential to peace. Without them she would be nothing, and she is so proud to be with them, to know them.

LAST THREE YEARS: After the war (and she has to think about it in such terms [the war], because Hermione doesn’t do coy, and using euphemistic language is a cop out, frankly) Hermione did what most young people did: they adapted. True, it was harder for her than most. Only Harry and Ron truly knew what they’d experienced, what trauma they shared, and so she found herself for the first time censoring what had happened when they were on the run, if only to save herself from other people’s pity. Hermione doesn’t do very well with emotions, you see. She’s compassionate, of course (how could she be friends with two intensely emotional people like Harry and Ron and not see their point of view?), but she dislikes being under the microscope herself, far preferring the role of observer than observed. After returning to Hogwarts for her N.E.W.T.s, Hermione slid easily into a graduate program at the Ministry, which a few months ago segued into a full time position as a legislature assistant at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. She’s been pushing S.P.E.W. as far as she can - to modest success, for her age and current position - and is already seriously considering pursuing a legal career specializing in civil rights. She lives a hectic lifestyle (could she live in any other way?), spends time with her friends, has even started dating. It’s strange, to live as if she hadn’t helped save their world from a megalomaniac, blood-purist dictator. It feels, most of the time, unreal. Hermione doesn’t like unreality; doesn’t even really enjoy romance. But there is something to be said for normality. She’s never had that before. It’s kind of a novelty. And if a relationship with Harry and Ron has taught her anything, it’s to embrace adventure.

HOLIDAY DETAILS:

Hermione’s mother came from a fairly ordinary Christian household in Oxford; her father was white, Jewish, and had rarely ventured beyond Dublin. If growing up in a biracial family in the ‘80s and ‘90s wasn’t complicated enough, Hermione’s relationship to faith of any kind was a bit of a mixed bag. On one hand, her mother - and their large extended family - were zealous about Christmas. Their dinners were enormous affairs, with streamers and presents, Yorkshire puds and pudding with the threepence pieces. Her father wasn’t strictly orthodox - he happily joined in his wife’s Christmas celebrations, and played into the good-natured sideways comments - but he did take Hermione to temple every now and then, and they lit a menorah every December. The Granger family was fluid, free; they relished their cultural, ethnic, and religious diversity, and her parents, both of whom were cheerful and open-minded people, encouraged their daughter to explore whatever made sense to her at the time. Hermione grew up appreciative of their liberal attitude to faith, but announced herself an atheist at nine years old, and has remained staunchly thus ever since.

Just as she felt comfortable in herself, however, she was introduced to the world of magic. This was a culture where seemed acceptable (which she could… handle), but at the cost of convention generously giving way to ancient custom (which was a little harder to wrap her head around). No one used tinsel, but they sang merry children’s songs from the early modern period, for goodness sake. On an intellectual level Hermione finds the blend of historical tradition and pagan ritual fascinating; emotionally, it’s an utter disaster.

With regards to the Ministry’s celebrations, Hermione is ambivalent. She’s here in the capacity of a Ministry employee - given her strict schedule, the opportunity to see her friends is a welcome addition.

OOC SUPPLEMENT:

SHIPS: I’m definitely interested in exploring Hermione’s romantic feelings towards women. I think she and Ron probably had a thing at least in the first year or two after the war (possibly also her and Harry), but I see them coming to a mutual agreement to pursue other options. Some of the ships I am into are: Hermione/Harry, Hermione/Ginny, Hermione/Luna, Hermione/Pansy (!!!! YES), Hermione/Neville… I’m also really into Hermione/Harry/Ron. Give me healthy OT3s, please.

CHANGES: Nope, but thank you for giving this option!

FACECLAIM: (1) Laura Harrier; (2) Brittany O’Grady

#merrylittleapp #hermione granger