Harry Potter RP! (Well, Hogwarts)

[LDF]

Yesh, Harry Potter ; I thought I could put a new one, since it's been a while since the old one was posted in...

Go to: www.freewebs.com/enderager/rpingpagetwo.htm to see a bit of a profile for Alex ^_^

IC: Alex is sitting at the Ravenclaw Table before the first Quidditch Match of the Season, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. She looks up at the Teacher's Table, seeing Professor Dumbledore staring at the ceiling in thought.

Alex shrugs, blinking, then concentrates on her toast.

[crazywriter]

((Well, since no one's posting, I guess I'll give it a shot. Don't blame me if it isn't good-I prefer dealing with elves, when I write stories or read books. Don't get me wrong, though; I LOVE Harry Potter books!))

I silently ate my breakfast, ignoring the insults the others from my house aimed at me. Just think about the game, Shae, just the game. Think about your broom. Yes, just think about your broom. Ignore them. They don't matter. Just think about the game, I thought to myself as I munched on my bacon and hash browns. Just your broom. Oh, no, I didn't fix that stray twig! It'll drive me to the left whenever I try to fly! I began to panic, before remembering I had done it last night in the commonroom.

Profile:
Name: Shae
Nicknames: None
Gender: Female
Age: 14
House: Slytherin-wants to be re-sorted, though. HATES being there.
Quidditch position: Beater
Broom: Nimbus 2004
Favorite Class: Transfiguration
Least Favorite: Potions. Snape goes easy on her because she's in his house, and so he won't take points away, but she still hates it. Him, too.
Best Class: History of Magic
Worst Classes: Potions. Because she hates it. Divination. Because she has nowhere near her little brother's potential.
Wand: Unicorn Tail Hair, Willow, a whopping 17 inches.
Pets: Marlet, a black cat with a blue tail, which she got from an experiment gone wrong. The tail, not the cat. Tarn, a large eagle-owl she won from a fellow Slytherin, betting on a Griffindor vs. Slytherin match a year or so ago.
Appearance: She has pale blonde hair, on the verge of white, and very fine features. Only the people who know she doesn't have a drop of magical blood in her don't say she's Veela.
Personality: Kind, generous, helps out with other's homework, if they need it. Very protective of her pets, very sensitive.
Bio: Her father being a 'mudblood,' everyone in her house tortures her. Most can't believe that a 'mudblood' daughter is in their house, and she is most often at the bad end of their jokes. Her mother is a school secretary (the resemblance between us is mind boggling ) and her father was an Auror. He died several years back, tracking down Snape, when Snape was still a Deatheater. Her father was in Gryffindor, and she was very upset about getting into Slytherin.

[irishdragonlord]

OOC: This dead? Well, I'm joining.

Name: Brandon (RPing as self...kinda)
Nicknames:none.
Gender: Male
Age:13
House: Ravenclaw (It was a close call between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw; the Sorting hat decided literally did eenie-meenie-minie-mo to choose)
Quidditch position: none. Has tried to be Keeper or chaser, though. And tries to be Keeper at every available moment.
Broom: Firebolt
Favorite Class: Mystical Creatures, Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense against Dark arts, in that order.
Least Favorite: Potions. Snape should just die.
Best Class: Transfiguration
Worst Classes: Potions and Divination.
Wand: 10 inches, with phoenix feather and oak
Pets: Eagle Owl named Horon.
Personality: Very smart, has a slightly cynical attitude and doesnt trust people too much. If you befirend him, you have a great friend but turn your back on him or talk behind his back, etc. etc., and goodbye! Can be extremely goofy and is always kind - unless he's in a really bad mood, in which case he just tries to avoid human contact for awhile. Toys with muggle computers. Funloving and a little adventurous.
Description: Big curly black hair, dark-brown eyes, is overweight and will kill you if you mention it, white skin, and a itty-bitty bit short. You have to measure him to really tell.
Bio: An American, he later moved to Ireland and even later still England, where he was enrolled in Hogwarts. Hates Voldemort, though was fortunate enough to spare any family tradgedies because of him. Has no fear of the name, often says it just to make i sound comtemptuous. Having been such a close call between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, making the Hat seriously consider flipping coins, both groups like him; he takes this as an insult, however. He doesnt like the prejudice between Houses; he is fond of the Hufflepuffs and their talents. He doesnt hate Slytherins; just most people in there. Not all of them are bad. Since it was not actually agaisnt it in the rules, he can go into the Gryffindor common room - long as he sleeps in the Ravenclaw one where he was assigned. Has a secret few people know about; students, at least. He's an Animagus, but not by birth. He becomes a Griffin at will. (OOC: Hint, hint!!! His animagus is half bird, half lion??? Get it? GET IT?!?) The griffin is green-backed with bronze legs, wings a mixture. Head feathers are black, signature of his curly black-brown hair.
Patronus: Large fire-breathing Dragon.

EDIT: I've been editing this like mad, sorry!
EDIT 2: Had to change age and describe what Animagus form looks like, etc.etc.
#nosmileys

[tennmagpie]

Name: Clara Wandwielder
Nicknames: Clare
Gender: female
Age: 13
House: Gryffindor
Quidditch position: reserve Seeker
Broom: Nimbus 2002
Favorite Class: Charms
Least Favorite: Potions... she never gets it right!
Best Class: Transfiguration
Worst Classes: Potions
Wand: 11 1/2", with maple and dragon heartstring
Pets: Tabby Cat
Personality: Spunky, wild, and unpredictable

Mandy is a charactor I created, a play on the username of a Harry Potter-loving friend of mine on another board.


Over at the Gryffindor table, Clare is talking to her best friend Mandy Chardibal.
Clare: It's supposed to be a nasty storm... but I'll be at Quidditch! Who wouldn't?
Mandy: The entire school is watching it... as always.

An owl swoops in and drops The Daily Prophet on Mandy's head.

Mandy: Ow! Oh, Jackie.

The owl lands in Mandy's hand and she nuzzles him. Then, he flies off.

Clare: Looks like more news about that with J.K. Rowling revealing more of the wizarding world! They say there's another book about us coming soon...

Mandy: Well, almost no muggles take it seriously, and the ones who do aren't taken seriously by anyone else.

Clare looks up at the ceiling and sees stormclouds. Lightning flashes.

Mandy: Oh no...

[thegreenmooseofdoom]

Name: Patricia Henway
Gender: Female
Age: 16
House: Slytherin
Quidditch Position: doesn't play
Favorite Class: Potions (she has a HUGE crush on Snape)
Least favorite class: Trelawny's class... what was it, precognitions?
Best Class: Potions
Worst Class: Care of Magical Creatures... all of Hagrid's beasties scare her.
Wand: 11 inches, yew and dragon scale
Pet: Skunk named Matherson. (He's been descented ^_^)
Appearance: Tall, with long black hair that goes to her back. Green eyes. Mildly attractive.
Personality: Friendly, but also suspicious of betrayal. A little paranoid, but a nice person. She is smart, but doesn't rub it in people's faces. At times, is a compulsive liar, but she's been trying to stop. Has a huge crush on Snape.
Bio: Came from a wizarding household. Her parents were Hufflepuffs, and were shocked to hear she was chosen for Slytherin. She also has a little sister named Nancy, and an older brother named Paul, who has a job with the Ministry of Magic.

Patricia overhears this conversation and walks over.
"So you heard about it too?"
She talks fast, her hands crammed into her pockets.
"I think she's a maniac. Why else would she follow Potter around so closely and record all his actions? I've seen her once- she has a crazed look in her eye. Can you believe Filch hasn't apprehended her yet? I hear she's been tipping him off so he'll leave her alone. I'll bet that's what's going on."
She beckons to the empty seat next at the Griffindor table.
"Mind if I sit down?"
The Griffindors around Patricia cough politely and glare in unison.
"Oh, I'm a Slytherin, it's so easy to forget. I'll stand then." she smiles strangely, ignoring the boos from the devoted Griffindors, and the occasional pea flung in her general direction.
"My name's Patricia! Good to meet you."

[crazywriter]

I heard a Slytherin talking to some Gryffindors, and when I turned my head, I recognized Patricia. I shook my head in amazement. We had been friends before, but when she told me about her secret crush on Snape, our friendship had pretty much decintegrated. We still said hi in the halls and stuff, we just weren't that great of friends anymore. She just never quits, does she? She should know by now that the Gryffindors will never accept a Slytherin as a friend! Shaking my head again, I looked back to my meal, waiting desperately for the end of breakfast, so I could get on my broom. Flying was the only time I could forget how I was treated. Not to mention, it was fun imagining that the bludgers were Malfoy's head.

[LDF]

Alex looks over at the next table, her toast half eaten, the toast still in her mouth.

"Mmf, vat Vey-Key Rowling," Alex swallowed her toast. "That JK Rowling is weird... I talked to Professor McGonagall about her, and Dumbledore strangely, is letting her stay..."

She shook her head, sighing. "I never have understood Dumbledore."

[crazywriter]

I looked up from my breakfast again, once again to the Ravenclaw table. They were talking about that muggle woman that kept following Harry around.

"She's not that bad," I said quietly to myself. "She just wants to find out about us. Mother was like that."

[Deleted]

Name: Jordan Jordan

Nicknames: None

Gender: Male

Age: 15

House: A proud and popular Hufflepuff!

Quiddich position: Chaser

Broom: Vortex E 60 (Made up, rivals Nimbus 2004)

Favourite Class: Charms

Lest Favourite: Herbology (he has hay fever)

Best Class: Herbology(how unfortunate)

Worst Class: History of magic

Wand: Ebony, Fwooper Tail Feathers (consult your fantastic beasts and were to find them guid, or ask Linny...), 12.4 inches.

Pets: Pest, The short eared owl, he got it when he came back to England from his year in Africa.

Appearance: He has black cane row going back over his head that he puts into various patterns useing various spells and charms. He is quite tall, quite muscular, but nothing people would consider to be too stront looking. He has black watery eyes. He is mixed race, but tanned from living in Africa for a year.

Personality: He cares a lot, almost too much, but he isnt naieve so he dosent get into too much trouble. He is very trust worthy and is very easy to like because of his laid back down to earth attitude. The only time when he uses any wit is in a fight, or when in a tight spot.

Bio: Jordan started Hogwarts in year 1, but took a year out to study in Africa, learning about his heratige as well as different natures of magic. He was tutored in his realm of natural magic, having enough nymph blood in him to have harness over a fair ammount of woodland magic. He is now happily back at Hogwarts, with his friends, but he is sometimes called upon to use his gift to aid Professor Sprout and Hagrid.

Personal Bio: Jordan comes form a family of Gypies. Having 12 younger brothers and sisters, and 2 older brothers (both working happily as unmentionables), he spends his hollidays babysitting for his parents, as his mother does time in Azkaban for un authorised spell invention and experementation, and his fater is away in the circus.

As all gypsies from magical families do, Jordan has the right to practise any magics from musical orogins, so he also mentors his siblings on all kinds of things, from magical lullabies, to the Kantar, a magical type of fight that is danced.

Jordans family travel aroung the UK, coming to and from performances with 'The Magic Marvels Mistical Traveling Circus' were he is the un defeated Kantara champion.

Patronus: A rather muscular horse

[Deleted]

Jordan was sitting with his friends at the Hufflepuff table, smiling jokingly.

"Well, I better go, I want to check out the Gryfindors practise run so Im prepared for the match. Bye!" He said, standing and striding away.

As he passed the Gryfindor table, he heard some one mention J. K. Rowling, the muggle J. K. Rowling?

"Hey, whats going on. I read some of her books! I acctually have one upstairs if you want to see, she was handing them out while trying to find out more about Cedric a few years back..." he shouted.

[irishdragonlord]

Brandon gorged himself on the food at the Ravenclaw table. He was absolutely STARVED. He was never skipping two meals to do extra credit EVER AGAIN. Some Gryffindors were talking about JK Rowling and annoying that Slytherin girl Patricia. He sighed. Patricia was not the typical Slytherin stereo-type. Brandon didnt have anything against any of the houses; only certain people in them. He was liked by the Gryffindors; everyone knew the hat practically had to flip a coin to decide. Brandon didnt worry about Mrs. Rowling; he liked Muggles. He was part Muggle. No one calledh im mud-blood though; he'd beat them to pulp and break their hands. At least that's what he led the Slytherins to believe.

[crazywriter]

((Er, I'm kinda confused. Since J.K. Rowling has been...adapted...into this story, then I guess Harry would be in... Seventh year, or would he be graduated by now? Just trying to figure out when this is taking place, so I know who'll be (still) on the quidditch teams, or if I can make people up... except for the people in the RP... I guess I need to know if the Weasleys are still the Gryffindor beaters, and if Flint is still the captain of my team, or if Angelina Johnson is still a chaser for the Gryffindor team... I'm rambling. Just tell me whether or not Harry and Malfoy are still on the teams.)

[Deleted]

((Good point, this would be beter as a HOgwarts RP but its really LDF's call as she started the board))

[Tracy]

Profile:
Name: Kenvera Black

Nicknames: Kenv

Gender: Female

Age: 15

House: Slytherin

Quidditch position: Keeper

Broom: Cleensweep 1000

Favorite Class: Transfiguration

Least Favorite: Herbology

Best Class: Potions

Worst Classes: Divination and History of Magic.

Wand: Dragons heartstrings, yew, 12 inches.

Pets: Claws, a wide eyed black cat, who (obviously)
scratches others alot, and a tawny owl called Talons.

Appearance: She has black, straight hair, and a very pale complexion. Her eyes are a livid green. She wears a black iron necklace, with a black iron claw hanging from the centre, and a string of black and white beads, the white ones being bones from an unknown creature.

Personality: To herself, quiet, ''loner''. But if she doesn't like something or someone, she'll make sure they know about it

Bio: Her parents are from a branch of the Black family, but her father was removed from the family tree, after marrying a muggle. Kenv despises her heritage. Her grades are dropping rapidly, because she has stopped studying or doing homework. She has already recieved a warning, but has ignored it. She is only afraid her father will find out, who will undoubtely punish her severly.

[crazywriter]

I pulled a pocketwatch from under my shirt, stretching it to the end of its chain around my neck, and flipped the cover open. It was thirty minutes to the game.

"I better get going," I muttered. I always came to the quidditch practices early, even earlier for the games. It was always the same reason: Kenvara Black. Ever since Flint had graduated from Hogwarts, we hadn't really had a quidditch captain, but since Kenvara had made it onto the team, everyone had pretty much done what she said, in order to avoid her bad temper. Especially me. I didn't care if she became our quidditch captain officially, as long as she stopped pestering me about my play. Like she knew anything about beating bludgers-I'd seen her try, once, and she almost got hit in the back of the head by one, because she hadn't heard or seen it coming. Somehow, I always knew when they were coming, even if it was raining and I couldn't see or hear them. I just knew where to hit, where they would be. It also seemed impossible for me to get hurt. I'd fallen off my broom once, after the Hufflepuff beater hit me in the back with the bat, and I hadn't gotten so much as a bruise. That had been a sixty-foot drop!