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AnnaBeth, do you mind if I throw up my sheet from the other thread in here? If not, I can do something else, just a little disappointed that the other roleplay didn't work out.
Damn, you cut me off. Give me a minute to edit.
Richie was dismayed as students poured onto the train. His mother was still trying to take a picture despite his dramatic insistence that the train would leave without him if they took any longer. His father stood next to Richie with his arm around the boy’s shoulders. They sported a pair of painfully forced smiles as she took one, two, three pictures before she was satisfied. Was Richie actually worried that the train would leave without him? Of course not, but he was desperate to find a compartment before they were all full.
Mrs. Corbeaux put her camera away and gave Richie a quick peck on the cheek. The whistle howled once and the boy’s anxiety started to build again. He still had plenty of time; there was no reason to panic. He owed his parents at least this much. “Look, I’m proud of you sweetheart, and I know you’re going to be great.” Richie smiled at her. It was the kind of thing only mother could say convincingly and in that moment, Richard believed his.
“Thanks Mum.”
He turned to look at his dad. The late-thirties DMLE agent was tall and stoic, but not unkind. He was everything Richie aspired to be (though he would never admit it), and for a brief moment, Richie thought he saw a chink in the man’s armor. “I’d wish you luck Son,” he said, “but I think you’ll be fine without it.” He ruffled Richie’s hair. The train whistle screeched again. “Better hurry,” Mr. Corbeaux chuckled.
Richie dashed through the crowd with his trunk bouncing around, off-kilter in his wake. A couple of older students and parents glowered as he passed.
He made it onto the train with more than enough time and briefly looked around before being stopped by a pretty blonde girl blocking his path. She appeared to be inquiring about the compartment she was standing in the doorway of.
"...a pure-blood? Half-blood?" the girl asked, "Or... maybe you're a Mud-blood?"
Richie cringed and bit his lip before he interrupted her with a nasty remark. He lost his nervousness for a brief second as he tapped on the girl's shoulder. "You don't think that's kind of a rude question?"
Mrs. Corbeaux put her camera away and gave Richie a quick peck on the cheek. The whistle howled once and the boy’s anxiety started to build again. He still had plenty of time; there was no reason to panic. He owed his parents at least this much. “Look, I’m proud of you sweetheart, and I know you’re going to be great.” Richie smiled at her. It was the kind of thing only mother could say convincingly and in that moment, Richard believed his.
“Thanks Mum.”
He turned to look at his dad. The late-thirties DMLE agent was tall and stoic, but not unkind. He was everything Richie aspired to be (though he would never admit it), and for a brief moment, Richie thought he saw a chink in the man’s armor. “I’d wish you luck Son,” he said, “but I think you’ll be fine without it.” He ruffled Richie’s hair. The train whistle screeched again. “Better hurry,” Mr. Corbeaux chuckled.
Richie dashed through the crowd with his trunk bouncing around, off-kilter in his wake. A couple of older students and parents glowered as he passed.
He made it onto the train with more than enough time and briefly looked around before being stopped by a pretty blonde girl blocking his path. She appeared to be inquiring about the compartment she was standing in the doorway of.
"...a pure-blood? Half-blood?" the girl asked, "Or... maybe you're a Mud-blood?"
Richie cringed and bit his lip before he interrupted her with a nasty remark. He lost his nervousness for a brief second as he tapped on the girl's shoulder. "You don't think that's kind of a rude question?"
Sure. I'm willing.
So are we allowed to post?
Kind of the way I look at it is that you can't completely divorce the two, but you can be careful. We might not have a major impact, but there's no way we can set it during cannon without interacting with it in some fashion.
For example, all student of the same year, house, and gender seem to share a dorm. If you're a first year boy in Gryffindor then cannon would dictate you share a dormitory with Ron, Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Harry. For girls it would be Hermione, Parvati, Lavender.
For example, all student of the same year, house, and gender seem to share a dorm. If you're a first year boy in Gryffindor then cannon would dictate you share a dormitory with Ron, Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Harry. For girls it would be Hermione, Parvati, Lavender.
The first year quidditch thing. Forgot about that. Been a long time since I've read the books. I'll edit accordingly.
Name: Richard "Richie" Corbeaux
Age: 11 (first year)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average height for his age, fairly lean. He has dark brown hair and blue eyes. Looks a bit serious for his age. Not gonna see him out of his uniform robes much, but everything else is fairly standard (Jeans, tee-shirt, etc).
House: Hufflepuff
Magical Heritage: Pure-blood
Personality: Richie's a nervous kid. He's as awkward as you'd imagine most eleven year old boys are and he's doing what he can to try and fit in. His family is originally from France, but his grandparents moved to England before his parents were born. He doesn't from money, but his family isn't poor; they get by reasonably well on his father's wages as a court clerk for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
He's got a couple of younger siblings, and his passions include watching/playing quidditch around his village whenever he gets the chance and spending time with his mates. He's not a genius, but he does well in school.
Assets: 10 inch Oak wand with a dragon heart string core.
Special Gifts and Abilities:
Decent flyer, determined, and passable French he learned from his dad/grandparents (determined not to go full English).
Age: 11 (first year)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average height for his age, fairly lean. He has dark brown hair and blue eyes. Looks a bit serious for his age. Not gonna see him out of his uniform robes much, but everything else is fairly standard (Jeans, tee-shirt, etc).
House: Hufflepuff
Magical Heritage: Pure-blood
Personality: Richie's a nervous kid. He's as awkward as you'd imagine most eleven year old boys are and he's doing what he can to try and fit in. His family is originally from France, but his grandparents moved to England before his parents were born. He doesn't from money, but his family isn't poor; they get by reasonably well on his father's wages as a court clerk for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
He's got a couple of younger siblings, and his passions include watching/playing quidditch around his village whenever he gets the chance and spending time with his mates. He's not a genius, but he does well in school.
Assets: 10 inch Oak wand with a dragon heart string core.
Special Gifts and Abilities:
Decent flyer, determined, and passable French he learned from his dad/grandparents (determined not to go full English).
It's a bit of a mixture would be the general consensus, but I wouldn't say it's just a dumbing down of better school systems. The standards expected of the lower schools are significantly higher than any initial standards set for them.
To be fair, I understand the sentiment, but I think saying that those characters mean more than actual people in your life might be going a bit far. That being said, I respect the man and sad to see that a guy who brought so much joy to others unfortunately lost the oft fought battle against depression and substance abuse.
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