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Well, I've finally accepted reading Harry Potter, and I thought it'd be really cool if we did a first-years Harry Potter roleplay. ^^

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I think I'll actually play one of the cannon characters in Harry Potter.
So, Cho Chang of Ravenclaw house is mine. (: }}

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[Erm, Blackie? I'd rather you use your own charries, please? Thankies!!

But you may have children of the cannon charries. I'm having one after...Well, I'm deciding between Dumbledore (I know, REALLY far-fetched, but whatever.), and Loony Lovegood.
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'Kaykay.
I'll be playing Rory, the daughter of Cho Chang.
And maybe I'll play Mallory too, the daughter of Luna. <3 }}

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'Kay.
Looks like Mallory has a sister. :] }}

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[Oooohhhhh, yeah. ^^. 'Cept that my charries a bit shy, kind of unlike Mallory. But I like them both. ^^

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I'll play two Slytherins. :3

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The figure of a girl ambled towards Flourish and Blotts, carrying what she had already bought for Hogwarts. Robes, check. Books, check. Wand, check, She thought to herself as she entered the store. She had gone out of it after she got her books to get something to eat, and now she was back in the store, looking at things to buy with her extra money. She picked out a lovely lavender colored silk wrapped notebook, and a shiny black quill made of a raven's feather. A quill made of peackock's feather also caught her eye, but decided to save her money for an owl.

So now she had her couldren, her books, her robes, and her wand. "Nine and a half inches long. Willow, and unicorn hair for the core," the shop owner had said

She was pretty much your average first year student. She was 11 years old and had a pretty nice personality. She could have a short temper, but usually didn't yell when she was mad. She loved animals; her favorites were dragons, phoenix's, and, hyppogriffs. She was hoping to learn alot about Potions and Charms, for they were her favorite subjects.

She was rather pretty, some would say. Her mother said she looked alot like her. It was pretty true, for she had the same pale blonde hair that came to the middle of her back. Currently, it was tied in a high ponytail. She had blue eyes and a rather petite figure. She was a bit shy, unlike her outgoing sister, Mallory, but she didn't mind. At her house, she usually spent her days in the fields with the owls, sketching them and watching them fly about.

She was currently wearing a brown, off the shoulder long sleeved shirt under a slightly lighter tank top, and a dark chocolate brown skirt that came a couple of inches over her knees [photo numero dos.], all under a pale blue cloak.

She walked out of Flourish and Blotts, now carrying three heavy bags, and over to a pet store. She looked around and saw many noble looking owls, but one caught her eye. It was rather skinny and scruffy looking, but the sorrow in its obsidian eyes made her take the cage and put it on the counter. She paid a couple of Sickles for it, and took it, walking out into the fall waether, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair. She stopped for a moment to admire the lovely scenery that surrounded her. There were golden rays of sunlight shining down on all the read and yelow leafed trees, making everything glow golden, and dotting the pathways with sunlight through the trees, like a sieve. She walked over to a bench, and took out the book that she had bought, the smell of fresh paper entering her nose. She took out a pencil, not using a quill, because she didn't know any magic to erase yet, and started drawing the beautiful scenery that surrounded her, awaiting her sister.

The girls name? Tory Lovegood..

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A gentle breeze scurried about the whole entire scenery, rustling the foliage every so lightly. This scene of Diagon Alley would be the perfect picture for painting, for colorful splashes of color lined everywhere, popping out brightly at your eyes. The textures of the leaves perched upon the trees were rich. If you could possibly capture all of these colors on a piece of paper, you truly were a masterful artist.

In the midst of all of this beauty sat a female, gazing up around her with a look of absolute awe and wonder enscribed in her face. Her eyes flitted about, trying to absorb all the scenery she could at once. It hurt her head, this exhiliration that passed through while she was witnessing the beauty that was of Mother Nature as it paused here for a few moments to spread autumn around.

Overhead, the sun was raining its soft golden rays around. The light from the sun was somewhat filtered by the foliage and the buildings that were of Diagon Alley. Nearby, the female heard the sounds of people milling about happily as they tried to figure out what they needed to purchase. There were certainly a different assortment of stores here. Still, those stores weren't the source of her wonder -- it was merely the scenery that surrounded them.

The female had a piece of thick, fancy parchment clutched in her hand. If you examined the piece of paper, you could've seen it was covered with fancy handwriting written in ink. This was obviously an important message that she was holding, but the female wasn't really paying any attention to it as she continued to look around at the bright colors that flourished all around her with delight.

Finally, when the female had had her fill of the scenery (which took a rather long time), she unrolled the parchment and carefully read over what it said. She gave a few nods here and there, but she mostly just read it on in silence. It wasn't a dreading silence, just a thoughtful silence.

The female had already gotten through purchasing a wand. She took it out of her pocket again and gazed at it affectionately. When she had been given it, she had felt for sure that it was the right one, from the way that it felt so slender and smooth in her hand, so polished and lightweight. She knew that it would serve her well and she hoped (secretly inside for others would laugh at her if they knew) that she would serve it just as well.

Her wand was nine inches long, made out of ebony, and polished to perfection. The magical core in the center of it was a long, silvery strand of unicorn hair, coming from the mane of a female unicorn. When she had learned about wands and their cores, the female had always held fascination about how wands could contain such magic.

Books for her first year at Hogwarts were already in a bag, packed and stacked neatly in alphabetical order. This was an example of her being a neat freak; she liked everything to be orderly and neat. That was, everything except her drawing. They could be as messy as they needed to be -- that was the whole entire point of it in her mind. She spent hours over her drawings, erasing things here, shading things there, and adding slight hints of color around the whole entire thing. You see, drawing also brought another odd technique and character trait with her -- she was quite the perfectionist.

Another bit of a wind picked up, playing around with her hair. It was a blond color, so blond that it was almost white -- platinum blond. It usually hung straight and long, nothing all that special, with the exception of its color. Today, however, it had been made slightly wavy just for the sake of having an outing to go collect the things necessary for Hogwarts. Her bangs were long and covered most of her face, obstructing the eyesight from her bright, emerald green eyes at times.

She had a petite and delicate frame, looking as if she'd shatter apart in a million pieces of you so much as gave her a gentle tap. Currently, she was wearing a pale brown blouse with white sleeves. Accompanying this was a creamy brown skirt, of an even lighter shade of brown, with white and darker brown lines thrown in for design. The fabric was lightweight, although it kept her reasonably warm. After all, these golden autumn days weren't at all cold -- they just seemed to carry a slight chill in the air, that was all.

This female was a Pureblood wizard. She didn't really care all too much about it, but the thing that mattered to her was the fact that while all her ancestors, including her current immediate family and all the rest, had been in different houses, not one of them had been in Slytherin. She was the only one in her family to have a great chance than the rest to become a Slytherin. She was sly and she was cunning, and she was extremely shy and not all that social. You could say that her family loved her all the same, but still, the female noticed that some of her relatives still kept their distance from her, giving her brief hugs and then backing away as if she carried some type of disease that was contagious. The female had long ago stopped being hurt by that; she had used to be a sensitive type of person, but now she was hardly ever social, so it just didn't quite matter anymore.

The female's name? Mallory.

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“Ryan?” a soft, honey-rich voice spoke, it was barely audible over the talking of the large crowd walking around them. When two figures immerged on the other side, a handsome twelve year old turned back to gaze upon a young girl, the contrast in their hair was very exotic indeed even though they were siblings. The sister had long, silky black hair while the older brother had brown-blond hair, what connected the two? Their eyes were brilliantly blue which usually confirmed they were related. “Ryan, do you think we have everything now? I don’t think there is anything else on this Hogwarts list,” the girl of the name Amelia added as she caught up to him.

He smiled lightly as he took the list and scanned through it, glancing at the items his little sister had been carrying, “yes” he replied after several moments. Amelia nodded while Ryan grabbed some of the bags and helped her across to a near by table. He had already went to Hogwarts before which meant that Amelia, who was a first-year, didn’t know much about it and was always asking how it was like. After they got seated she started at it again, this time the question was if she was going to be in Slytherin like himself. Her older bother shrugged “perhaps, it depends on the Sorting Hat” Ryan watched as Amelia’s similar blue eyes glowed with awe at the thought.

Suddenly Ryan's friends came by and he got up to greet them. Amelia watched from their table, curious as she saw her brother talk with his fellow Slytherin friends but as a Gryffindor walked by all of them including Ryan hissed a him. She blinked in surprise, unable to speak until minutes later her brother sat back down in front of her. "Why- why did you do that?" she asked accusingly.

Ryan glanced up at her, "Gryffindors and Slytherins have never got along, Amelia. Its just the way of the Houses around here" he explained. His little sister looked away and he knew she was drinking in what he was telling her seriously, she had always told him she was going to be the best in her House no matter what. "You'll just have to be neutral with everyone until the Sorting Hat tell you which House you're in, competition starts after that. I do suspect you are going to be in Slytherin, though," Amelia's eyes flickered to his face, she was obviously going to ask why he thought so, "because-because of our ability to speak Parseltongue" he finished in a low whisper.

She blinked in understanding before they both relaxed in their chairs, the sunlight sprinkled down upon them quite lazily. Brother and sister glanced at each other, their dazzling blue eyes connecting for a brief few seconds in an unspoken message of placid happiness, before smiling.

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"Hey, Mallory, over here," Tory called to her sister, looking up from her drawing, which was almost done. She would add all the beautiful colors next; her favorite part. She always looked at the world through color, and loved experimenting wit hall her colored pencils, pastels, and paints, to make radiant colors that made the picture come to life. She had to say, she was rather a perfectionist with her artwork, always erasing and re-drawing little things in the picture.

She waved to her sister, her stomach now churning as she thought of wha thouse she would be in. She wanted to be in either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, but her sister was positive that she would be a Slytherin, something that Tory would never be.

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Mallory looked up as she heard her name being called out from someone. It was undoubtedly her sister; as if anyone else here knew her name. Slowly, she roused herself from her dreaming-like trance and made her way to her sister, each foot stepping in front of the other carefully and cautiously.

The laughter of a group of children nearby caused Mallory to look up. When she saw them, her eyes filled with a painful longing -- why couldn't she be like them? Why couldn't she have a million friends always surrounding her and laughing with her?

Because she was shy. Because she wasn't social. Because she would undoubtedly become a Slytherin in Hogwarts. These melancholy thoughts, as well as many more, drifted through Mallory's mind as she made her way over to her sister, her pace slow and languid.

Mallory tore her emerald green gaze away from the group of kids; she wouldn't allow herself to lower her self-esteem even more by looking at them. As long as they didn't do anything rude to her, she wouldn't do anything rude to them. That was her main concept -- if someone did something to her, she would simply repay them for whatever they did. It was quite simple, really.

"Hey, Tory," she remarked in a light and airy tone as if she hadn't a care in the world when she approached her sister. Standing next to her sister, Mallory put her bags down and awaited her sister's response to her greeting.

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Tory looked at her sister with a puzzled expression. "Whats wro--" she cut off as she saw what Mallory had been looking at. "Look, Mallory, please, don't be so shy. You should make friends," she said to her sister, gently placing her free hand on her sister's shoulder. Tory had a way of always knowing what her sister was thinking. They were about twins, but Tory was a few months younger than Mallory, being born in May.

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"Forget it," Mallory murmured softly, shaking her head and jerking away from her sister's touch. "I'll be fine; don't worry about me," she reassured her sister, sending a smile in Tory's direction. She didn't like having people worry and fuss over her; she didn't want them to have to carry the same burden she usually lugged with her wherever she went. "Really. I'm fine," she repeated, although it was more to assure herself, rather than Tory, that she was fine.

Mallory continued to look around at the scenery, careful to avert her eyes from any group of kids that were milling about in the various places of Diagon Alley. Instead, she trained her focus on the scenery. Still, she couldn't block out the different assortment of sounds that sprang out from everywhere, reaching her ears quickly.

After all, sound travels through air at approximately 750 miles per hour. she thought to herself wryly. Indeed, Mallory had used to spend all her time reading and learning -- it was what she did to make up for the lack of socialness. Day after day, while she saw kids happily playing with each other, she would sit on a bench or up in a tree and simply read.

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