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(Tell me if reading and I thank you for doing it) A young wizard sat infront of one of the old run down shop fronts in Diagon Alley. It was pouring with rain, and she was soaking wet. She was old enough to be in her 5th year at Hogwarts, but couldn't physically go. She didn't have the money to buy the equipment, and nobody would buy it for her. Her cheeks were thin, her body was malnourished. All she had was a thin blanket and jacket in an effort to keep herself warm. It didn't work. It never did. Her blue eyes were dull and depressed, her skin pale. Her parents were gone. Dead. And she had nowhere to go. She'd been out here for years, and nobody, not once, had stopped and said anything to her. All of a sudden, she was taken by surprise when someone stopped infront of her. She looked up at them, choking out her words. "D-Don't...Don't..H-Hurt me.." (Please roleplay as anyone of your choice. This is my OC, Rose Hayle. She has blue eyes, messy black hair, and has been on the streets since her parents died, being killed by Death Eaters. She never started Hogwarts, nor does she have a wand. She's an animagus, but doesn't know.)

((please tell me if you’re reading))Samantha Chambers, long black hair with a red streak in front, dark brown eyes, 5’2, lean build, sixth year Slytherin, keeper, animangus (panther), rather nice unlike most of her house, parents are Death Eaters but she supports the Order--- It was summer, a couple of weeks before term started, she was staying at number 12 Grimmauld Place with her distant cousin Sirius. She was kicked out of her parent’s house due to the fact she refused to be a Death Eater like them, after years of abuse why would she want to be like them. Everyone had just walked out of a meeting held by the Order, Sirius allowed her to attend, much against Molly’s objections. She felt someone grab her around the wrist and pull her into another hall. ((RP as anyone, oc’s welcome, please give a description. Okay with slash.))



Jades bare feet left no sound as she walked through the empty garden. She looked up it was the prefect time of night she watched as the moon slowly rose revealing all the mystery of the shadows only too make new ones, Jade like the feeling of the cold stone against the sole of her feet. She breathed in the cool night air letting it fill her lungs till they were going to burst and then she released. If only everything could be as simple as breathing she thought. Just as she was going to to take another step forward she heard a footstep behind. Jade felt her body froze, she couldn't get caught out here, not again. She felt a beg about to escape from her lips but he spoke first.((Jade was sorted into Ravenclaw unlike most of her family who was in Slytherin. She had jet black hair that had gently waves through it. She inherited her families trademark bright green eyes which priced through anyone she was looking at. Jade had a rather pale complexion, which only made her lips look pinker then they were. She had a dash of freckles on her nose and when she was mad they became more prominent. Many people would call the girl beautiful but Jade personally thought her looks made her weak. She didn't want people to look at her and go what a lovely girl, she wanted people to quiver in there presence. But the only real danger she was able to portray was in her eyes. Over the years Jade had learned to used her looks as an advantage but she would still prefer to be more plain looking. Jade had a rather claim disposition, and most people thought of he as friendly and sweet. Which was exactly how she wanted to be seen. It was easier that way, and she even had some friends. She had certainly be more then capable to keep up with her fellow Ravenclaws academically, and had a reputation of being a heartbreaker which was a bit of a stretch but she didn't mind to change everyone's minds. Rp as male charter any gen, preferably werewolf))
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Dust settled on the ground of the Hogwarts Courtyard; her old torn converse squeaked slightly along the hardened Earth under her as she looked around at all of this...destruction and misery brought to life before her. Elizabeth Black ((OC, long curly raven haired girl , rather short and curvy, cold pale blue eyes, Bellatrix's unknown daughter, graduated a year before the war)) looked at the dead around her, her unzipped jacket being gently pushed by the breeze. Her jeans covered the rest of her legs that went past her ankles but even that couldn’t stop her from shivering. It wasn’t that she was cold, just the sight of all the destruction the war had caused. Voldemort hadn’t won but so many families were now separated from their loved ones. The Weasley family had lost Fred, Remus and Tonks would not see their son grow; it was a terrifying thing to behold. As for her...well, she had no clue, as evil as her mother was...she was all she had left. She was dead now, killed by Molly Weasley- she didn't blame her- she could'nt... it was done to protect her family. Sighing she sat down on a large piece of the building that had fallen off onto the ground and sighed, thinking to herself if all this was really needed or not. What good was the war? All it did was separate and hurt people. She pulled her knees up to her chest and held her arms around them, sighing a bit. Now she was alone…nobody, who did she have? She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn’t hear the footsteps behind her. It was Charlie Weasley, they’d both lost someone that day. The only difference was, her someone was hated. She kept watching the sky, not acknowledging him even when he sat down next to her. ((Rp as Charlie please??))

Dust settled on the ground of the Hogwarts Courtyard; her old torn converse squeaked slightly along the hardened Earth under her as she looked around at all of this...destruction and misery brought to life before her. Elizabeth Black ((OC, long curly raven haired girl , rather short and curvy, cold pale blue eyes, Bellatrix's unknown daughter, graduated a year before the war)) looked at the dead around her, her unzipped jacket being gently pushed by the breeze. Her jeans covered the rest of her legs that went past her ankles but even that couldn’t stop her from shivering. It wasn’t that she was cold, just the sight of all the destruction the war had caused. Voldemort hadn’t won but so many families were now separated from their loved ones. The Weasley family had lost Fred, Remus and Tonks would not see their son grow; it was a terrifying thing to behold. As for her...well, she had no clue, as evil as her mother was...she was all she had left. She was dead now, killed by Molly Weasley- she didn't blame her- she could'nt... it was done to protect her family. Sighing she sat down on a large piece of the building that had fallen off onto the ground and sighed, thinking to herself if all this was really needed or not. What good was the war? All it did was separate and hurt people. She pulled her knees up to her chest and held her arms around them, sighing a bit. Now she was alone…nobody, who did she have? She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn’t hear the footsteps behind her. ((RP as anyone, Canon or Oc, just describe the character...)) ((Thanks in advance!!))


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