Whooee, Casual sure has stepped up from the days I roleplayed here before. I'll have to step up my formatting for my next post :)
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The bell over the door of Flourish and Blotts Booksellers jingled as the door swung open to reveal a small child run happily out with a large stack of books stacked in his arms. After him, much slower in pace, came a woman with a sack of coins in one hand, a bundle of robes in the other. The boy raced over to a nearby bench and sat his pile of books down, picking up one called The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) and excitedly flipped through it.
"Mom! Mom! Look!" The boy said as his mother caught up with him, "Look at all the spells!"
The woman looked down at him, withdrawn. "Slow down, Fitz. If you told me I would be buying my son spellbooks a week ago, I would have thought you were crazy." She picked up another one of the books labeled The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self Protection "With how dangerous some of these look, it's me who's the crazy one..."
Fitz stuffed his books in his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. There were only a couple places left for them to visit before they were done shopping. They walked to an older building, above the door was painted MAKERS of FINE WANDS SINCE 382 B.C. Fitz excitedly swung open the door and ran in, but stopped awestruck as he saw the shelves and shelves stuffed full of boxes around him. At the counter sat an elderly man, wrinkly face illuminated in the soft light of the lamp on the desk. His mother followed in silently afterword.
"Hey Mr.Olivander? I'm Fitz, I'm looking for a wand." Fitz exclaimed
"Why of course you are!" Olivander said, smiling warmly, "Step on up to the counter, tell me about yourself!"
Fitz watched the man walk around the counter and up a steep set of stairs, "Well my name is Fitz, I'm eleven years old, and my mom and I just figured out all this existed like a week ago. It's crazy!"
Olivander chuckled and pulled a box from the wall, but then put it back, shaking his head. He walked back down the stairs and took a box from another shelf, "Acacia wood, unicorn tail hair core, 10 inches." He handed the wand to Fitz, "Give it a swish, I believe this one will do nicely for you."
Fitz gave the wand a flick, and the pages of the ledger in front of him turned rapidly, eventually settling on a page. "Whoa." Fitz said, amazed.
His mother stared at the ledger with wide eyes, still trying to get accoustomed to magic. Olivander simply smiled and took the wand, placing it in the box and returning it to Fitz. "The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Fitz, and it seems this wand has chosen you! With a core of a unicorn tail hair, I'm sure you have just formed a bond that will not easily be broken."
~~~~~
Fitz strode happily from the shop with his mother in tow, "Just one place left for us," his mother chimed in, "That is, if you want to take a pet along with you."
Fitz turned and smiled widely at his mom, then ran off in the direction of The Magical Menagerie.
The bell over the door of Flourish and Blotts Booksellers jingled as the door swung open to reveal a small child run happily out with a large stack of books stacked in his arms. After him, much slower in pace, came a woman with a sack of coins in one hand, a bundle of robes in the other. The boy raced over to a nearby bench and sat his pile of books down, picking up one called The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) and excitedly flipped through it.
"Mom! Mom! Look!" The boy said as his mother caught up with him, "Look at all the spells!"
The woman looked down at him, withdrawn. "Slow down, Fitz. If you told me I would be buying my son spellbooks a week ago, I would have thought you were crazy." She picked up another one of the books labeled The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self Protection "With how dangerous some of these look, it's me who's the crazy one..."
Fitz stuffed his books in his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. There were only a couple places left for them to visit before they were done shopping. They walked to an older building, above the door was painted MAKERS of FINE WANDS SINCE 382 B.C. Fitz excitedly swung open the door and ran in, but stopped awestruck as he saw the shelves and shelves stuffed full of boxes around him. At the counter sat an elderly man, wrinkly face illuminated in the soft light of the lamp on the desk. His mother followed in silently afterword.
"Hey Mr.Olivander? I'm Fitz, I'm looking for a wand." Fitz exclaimed
"Why of course you are!" Olivander said, smiling warmly, "Step on up to the counter, tell me about yourself!"
Fitz watched the man walk around the counter and up a steep set of stairs, "Well my name is Fitz, I'm eleven years old, and my mom and I just figured out all this existed like a week ago. It's crazy!"
Olivander chuckled and pulled a box from the wall, but then put it back, shaking his head. He walked back down the stairs and took a box from another shelf, "Acacia wood, unicorn tail hair core, 10 inches." He handed the wand to Fitz, "Give it a swish, I believe this one will do nicely for you."
Fitz gave the wand a flick, and the pages of the ledger in front of him turned rapidly, eventually settling on a page. "Whoa." Fitz said, amazed.
His mother stared at the ledger with wide eyes, still trying to get accoustomed to magic. Olivander simply smiled and took the wand, placing it in the box and returning it to Fitz. "The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Fitz, and it seems this wand has chosen you! With a core of a unicorn tail hair, I'm sure you have just formed a bond that will not easily be broken."
~~~~~
Fitz strode happily from the shop with his mother in tow, "Just one place left for us," his mother chimed in, "That is, if you want to take a pet along with you."
Fitz turned and smiled widely at his mom, then ran off in the direction of The Magical Menagerie.
Full Name: Fitzgerald A. Abrams
Nicknames: Fitz
Realistic picture: Above
Blood: Muggleborn
Date of Birth: 03/26/2005
Family: Mother: Camille Ormond, Teacher
Father: Benjamin Ormond, Deceased
Sister: Abigail Ormond, Elementary school student
Wand: Acacia wood, unicorn tail hair core, 10 inches, Stiff and Unflexible.
History: Fitz grew up fairly normal by muggle standards. He was raised by good parents, went to school, did well because of a good work ethic, had friends he would go ride bikes with. His normal life shattered when his father died in an accident when he was ten. He stopped being so vigilant with his work, he spent less time with his family, and he didn't go ride his bike outside anymore. For almost a year he wallowed in this depression, until one day he watched a owl swoop in and drop off a peculiar letter. After reading it, old stories of wizards and adventure raged in his head, for the first time in a long time, he was excited for something.
Pet: A small owl named, unironically, Frodo (Adopted at Diagon Alley)
@KahleenCuthald Yeah, I caught that from the main post, just didn't know if we were supposed to add it to the CS before or after!
Last minute submission! Haven't been on the roleplay scene in some time, I would love to get back in with one of my favorite themes!
Full Name: Fitzgerald A. Abrams
Nicknames: Fitz
Realistic picture: Above
Blood: Muggleborn
Date of Birth: 03/26/2005
Family: Mother: Camille Ormond, Teacher
Father: Benjamin Ormond, Deceased
Sister: Abigail Ormond, Elementary school student
History: Fitz grew up fairly normal by muggle standards. He was raised by good parents, went to school, did well because of a good work ethic, had friends he would go ride bikes with. His normal life shattered when his father died in an accident when he was ten. He stopped being so vigilant with his work, he spent less time with his family, and he didn't go ride his bike outside anymore. For almost a year he wallowed in this depression, until one day he watched a owl swoop in and drop off a peculiar letter. After reading it, old stories of wizards and adventure raged in his head, for the first time in a long time, he was excited for something.
Pet: A small owl named, unironically, Frodo (Adopted at Diagon Alley)
Full Name: Fitzgerald A. Abrams
Nicknames: Fitz
Realistic picture: Above
Blood: Muggleborn
Date of Birth: 03/26/2005
Family: Mother: Camille Ormond, Teacher
Father: Benjamin Ormond, Deceased
Sister: Abigail Ormond, Elementary school student
History: Fitz grew up fairly normal by muggle standards. He was raised by good parents, went to school, did well because of a good work ethic, had friends he would go ride bikes with. His normal life shattered when his father died in an accident when he was ten. He stopped being so vigilant with his work, he spent less time with his family, and he didn't go ride his bike outside anymore. For almost a year he wallowed in this depression, until one day he watched a owl swoop in and drop off a peculiar letter. After reading it, old stories of wizards and adventure raged in his head, for the first time in a long time, he was excited for something.
Pet: A small owl named, unironically, Frodo (Adopted at Diagon Alley)
Posting real quick to reserve my spot; going to have to make my CS over the weekend though, real busy with school ATM.
Definitely interested! I call being with Marvel!
I'm interested! I've always wanted to have a lucid dream, could be fun to RP one :)
I think he's saying that RPs without a definite goal in mind can kinda break down. In those plots with a definite ending there is usually a good deal of activity to the end.
Sounds like it could be interesting, depending on where the plot goes. Count me in!
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