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I've been roleplaying since I was 11 years old. Back then I wrote stories in notebooks with a friend, we passed them back and forth in and out of school whenever possible. My first online RP experience was when I was 13. To this day, I still chat with the guy who introduced me to the site, he's my best friend.

Both my interests and preferences widely vary, from original ideas and characters to fandoms and canon, in all sorts of genres. Please message me if you're curious and I'm happy to answer. I prefer to stick to PM and/or Discord (preferred) for roleplays, for several reasons that I'm glad to share!

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Smart. At least he was clever enough not to let the pieces of wall fall on any other students, that’s why I had aimed them specifically towards Alex. But I didn’t have time to react to it by nodding, he was going to set me on fire! What the hell kind of game was he playing? I put up a “protego” around myself, and not a moment too soon it seemed. The jerk was doing a feint, trying to cast something else at me instead. Thankfully, it bounced off my shield. I could see his mouth moving however, and quickly shot off a “sonorus,” magnifying his voice.

It worked. All the students in the room and Professor Flitwick heard him say “Reflectus Totalus.” I had to laugh out loud, the peals of laughter echoing on the ceiling.

“Cute,” I said. “Shouldn’t let me see your mouth moving if you don’t mean to cast.” I raised my wand intending to cast a jinx at him, but Professor Flitwick stepped up onto the platform between us, clearing his throat.

“Thank you for the demonstration, both of your skills are commendable. Especially the nonverbal spells. Let’s allow someone else to duel now, shall we?” the dwarf said, not making it sound like a choice.

I stomped down, not daring to catch Alex’s eye. In fact, I didn’t stay in the hall at all. I traipsed right through the halls, back to the common room, up the stairs, and opened the door into my dormitory. I didn’t intend to see him again tonight. Not if I could help it.
Watching him fly up into the air, I couldn’t help but feel a little shocked that it WORKED. My smile widened, turning more into a twisted smirk. But my victory was short lived, however. He didn’t crash to the floor, of course I hadn’t really been expecting him to. Allowing my expression to become serious again, I listened to his commentary of what I’d just done. I was half tempted to open my mouth and tell him that flattery wouldn’t get him a grace period, but it wouldn’t have worked. Besides, I didn’t have the time to do it anyway, right after it he shouted “Electricus Minumus!”

For the first time, I was actually taken aback. Did he want to go down this path? Out of the corner of my eye I could see widened eyes of other students and the Professor had taken a couple steps forward, like he wanted to stop it. I could understand why he hadn’t though, part of me wanted to see where this was going. Not having enough time to deflect it, I took a step out of the way but still felt a current run across my skin.

Shooting him a dirty look, I did have time to block the second spell. “Defensus Erecto!” I shouted, a wall appearing in front of me. The jet of water sprayed the wall, the droplets hitting students on either side of the platform. Hey, I have a wall, my mind thought. Smirking where he couldn’t see it, I shot off another nonverbal spell “Reducto!”. The wall shattered into pieces and I sent them spinning toward Alex at an inhuman speed. They weren’t small pieces, just bigger ones that might knock him backward.
Closely watching my spell’s magic trail, I noticed the way Alex’s eyes and mouth opened when he realized what I’d done. I couldn’t help but allow a small smirk to set on my face at that. Then, he did something I wasn’t expecting, repelled it nonverbally. I heard several gasps from the students surrounding us, and an almost-squeal from Professor Flitwick. Great. Impress the professor right off the bat, that’s a sure fire way to be the pet. But instead of having time to be impressed myself, I was struck.

His first curse struck the shield I’d put up right after my initial spell, and I was ready with a, “Repello,” to ward off the second one. So THAT was how he wanted to play it. Fine then. I couldn’t help but feel an unspoken tension, almost a challenge issuing from him. Allowing a smile to escape my lips, I retaliated the same way he had. Giving my wand a quick flick upward, I shot a “Wingardium Leviosa!” at him nonverbally. If anything, it would make his head spin, knock him off his feet if I was lucky. Although being honest with myself, I wasn’t expecting it to happen. He had great reflexes.

The smallest piece of me was starting to think I’d enjoy this year.
Next thing I knew, Alex was right by me in the queue of students, and of all things VOLUNTEERING us to start. What the hell? What really irritated me was the fact that he actually turned at winked at me. Who did he think he was? Just because my natural instinct was to throw the sass out didn’t give him the right to throw it back at me. But I wasn’t going to let him know what I was thinking. Instead, I stormed right past his slow gait up to the platform, defiantly throwing my chin up and pulling my wand out of my the pocket in my robes. You could barely see the tip of my wand peeking out from under the sleeves, but that was how I liked it. More of a way to hide.

Taking up a stance, I glanced over at Professor Flitwick while Alex’s back was turned, taking his position. I caught the dwarf’s eye and nodded toward Alex, asking for permission to attack before he was ready. The professor seemed a little hesitant, but he gave a small nod and gestured with his hand.

After a quick breath, I held up my wand and shot a quick, “Petrificus Totalus!” at his back, immediately putting up a shield after. See how the smartass liked that.
I looked him up and down skeptically, he resembled a lost dog. The emptiness of his eyes, and a haggard edge to his face made me wonder what type of duelist he would be like. He extended his hand to me, and I was only half tempted to shake it. Just something about his humor. But my natural state was to sulk back and push it off. However, if we were going to be stuck together for the entire year, I may as well be civil.

“First of all, nice to meet you, second. It’s BRIDGET. I don’t like being addressed by the wrong name. I’d like to think I’m good at dueling. False modesty isn’t my strong suit, sorry,” I said, unabashed by the attitude I was throwing out. Reaching out, I did shake his hand, providing a stronger grip than most girls would give. It was both a challenge and an attempt at showing I wouldn’t be intimidated by him. “Shall we?” I gestured over toward the rest of the group with my hand, and without asking for his approval, walked over to stand at the end of the large line of pairs, waiting for him to stand opposite of me.
No matter how many times I walked into the Great Hall, it was always impressive. Since I was 11 years old, I had never seen the ceiling the same, never failed to find a new carving in the wall or marvel at it's size. Coming here three times a day was usually enough for me, but tonight was special. Once I was old enough, I'd joined up with a duelling club. This was my fourth year doing it. This year, we were going to be doing pairing, and from what I gathered we'd be duelling with the same person all year long. Great. Looking around, everyone else already seemed to be pairing up or have partners already. Grumbling to myself, I looked around for any stragglers. In the corner, toward the back, I saw a guy by himself. Rolling my eyes, I approached him.

“Um, hi. I’m Bridget. There’s not really anyone else left to pick from, want to duel with me?” I asked cautiously, ready to edge backward and bolt for the door.
Bridget (Bee) Alice Marshall

Age: 16 (6th year)

House: Ravenclaw

Wand: Hornbeam; Unicorn, Veela, and Demiguise hair. 11 ¼ inches.



Bio: Bee was born to a pureblood father and a muggle mother - it was an old-fashioned arranged marriage. Her father, thinking he was better than a mudblood - got in the habit of beating her mother to keep her under control. Bee was an accident, and her mother tried to kill her in the womb to prevent the same thing happening to her. Growing up, her mother ended up protecting her by doing anything and everything possible to keep his hands off Bee. But as she got older and started to understand the world better, the pain and grief her mother went through began to spill over.

From a young age she was smart, and retreated into the world of letters. Not knowing what happened outside of her own home, every aspect of her life being controlled. Never having a friend, anyone to associate with. Bee liked pretty things but wasn’t afraid to lose them, they were just there to fill the void in her heart.

Thankfully, when she was 11, she received a letter that allowed her to escape the torment that happened every day in her house. Hogwarts was a place of refuge for her, and her mind allowed her to be sorted into the House of Ravenclaw. Magic became her anchor, and she enjoyed herself, staying at school even during the holidays. Just to not be at home, suffering.

When Bee was 13, her mother killed herself to not have to deal with it anymore. It was the middle of 3rd year, and she didn’t even know what happened until she went home for the summer. Thankfully, she was of no interest to her father, who decided he didn’t want to be responsible for the worm she’d come from and handed her off to money. The only reason he didn’t take anything out on her was because magic was “precious” and didn’t deserve to be snuffed out like a candle.

The money allowed Bee to explore all kinds of things. Like...razors and bracelets. Ever since her mother died, she had been cutting herself to have something physical to hold onto, and since she knew how others would react, she covered it up. At school, it was easier because she could heal herself, but the damage was done. Scars adorned her wrists.

Going back home every single summer was torment of the worst kind. The refuge she sought after and tried to cling to at Hogwarts wasn’t there anymore. The safety of magic was something Bee held onto. Being able to DO something, to have power in your hands that no one else can fathom. Being drawn to books ever since childhood, she’d read many of the ones in the Hogwarts library, including most of the ones in the restricted section. Bee was knowledgeable in a wide variety of subjects, although she tended to lean toward anything that could be used offensively.

Wanting to defend herself, to keep bad things from happening to herself after her mother died (except cutting - she wouldn’t kill herself - right?). It didn’t turn out to be necessary (not YET) anyway - but being able to give people what they deserved was something that she likes being able to do.

Someday, those skills will be used for something. With a storm rapidly approaching, who knows what could happen?
*is bumping this for my own selfish GM purposes*
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