Audition

[thalia]

Name: Thalia Euterpe Dupont.
Aliases: None.
Age: 16.
Heritage: Scottish, French, English, Greek.
Blood Status: It is unknown really. Thalia was the production of a one-night stand so the chances of her being half-blood are there, though she probably has no magical blood at all.
Accent: French.
Pet(s): Three maltipoo dogs (which stay at home) and a grey owl for her letters.
Current Location: London, England.
Resides With: Grandmother and mother.
Height: 5'7".
Hair Colour: She likes to alternate from blonde and brown, though right now it's blonde.
Eye Colour: Hazel with specks of green.
Schooling: She went to Muggle school before she got her letter from Hogwarts. When she's not at Hogwarts - mainly when she's home for the summer - she takes online classes from high school.
Year: She hopes to graduate with her class in 2022.
House: Ravenclaw.
Best Subject(s): Transfiguration and Muggle Studies.
Worst Subject(s): Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Affiliation(s): Ravenclaw house, Hogwarts school choir, Hogwarts school band.
Wand: Maple 12 3/4 in. Dragon core.
Patronus: Panda bear.
Boggart: Her mother and grandmother dead.
Amortentia: Rain, freshly cut grass, and wintergreen.

Personality: Thalia is a very sarcastic person and takes after her muse - Thalia, the Muse of comedy - by cracking jokes whenever she can. Some may say she's rude and just a mean person in general, but that's because Thalia doesn't like to show herself to many people. The Ravenclaw house sees the crazy, bubbly person that she truly is because she feels she can trust them. She was never good with trust but is trying to be better around people in general.

Basic Background: Thalia is the daughter of a Muggle and a man who they don't even know the name of. Her mother, who studied Greek mythology in college, named her after two Muses - the Muse of comedy and the Muse of music - so that, no matter what, Thalia can have laughter and music where ever she goes.

Thalia was raised in France, which is why she has a bit of a French accent when she's angry and slips in some French words when she's stressed. By the time she was nine, her mother moved them to London because her grandmother was getting old and ill. The two took care of her until the Hogwarts acceptance letter came. It wasn't really a shock, since strange things always happened around Thalia, but they were surprised still.

She then dropped out of her Muggle schooling and went to Hogwarts, where she was sorted into Ravenclaw. Also not much of a shock since all she ever seems to do is read or mess around with electronics (she loves to take them apart and see what makes them tick). Her love of music got her to join the schools choir and band, which is how she makes most of her friends.

Facts:
- She was raised like a Muggle and sometimes it is hard to fit in with the Hogwarts crowd. Especially when she wants to talk about Muggle books or Muggle video games. Not many seem to understand.

- Her favorite place to be in all of Hogwarts is the library; the smell of all the old books reminds her of home and her childhood. Plus, she loves watching the boys walking to Quidditch practice every day.

- Quidditch is the only sport she understands and she wanted nothing more than to try-out for the Ravenclaw team, but her 2nd year a number of mean students told her she wouldn't make it no matter what. She didn't want to embarrass herself so she didn't even try, though she does love to get on her broom and fly around the field anyways.

- Even if she can't use any Muggle things at Hogwarts, she always packs her cell phone and video games. It makes her feel more connected to the Muggle world.

Audition:

Thalia was so excited to get back to Hogwarts. Although she did enjoy spending the summer with her mom and grandmother, it wasn't the same. She wasn't allowed to use magic - mainly because she was underage, but also because her made her mom jumpy - which meant she couldn't practice anything. No doubt the other kids would be showing off the spells they now use and laugh at her that she couldn't. It was okay though. She had spent the entire summer working on her sarcasm and making herself tougher. She refuse to let the other students get under her skin this year.

"Sweetie, I'm really going to miss you. Promise you'll write every day?" Thalia sighed as she zipped up her duffle and slipped her wand in between her leg and boot. Ever since she was 11, she had written to her mother every single week even though she hated it. "Yes momma," she mumbled as she threw the duffle over her shoulder. Most of her stuff was already downstairs waiting to go, but the duffle held the things most important to her; her books and video games. Those were always the last to get packed away.

On her way out of her bedroom door she picked up the owl cage, though there was no owl in it. Sherlock, her grey owl that looked to be more silver than anything, liked to fly around the house instead of sit in his cage like her mother would have liked. Thalia once told her mother that if she tried to lock him in the cage, then her mother would never get letters because Sherlock would refuse to deliver them. That had shut her up very quickly. Thalia laughed quietly in the almost dark hallway. Her mom loved using candles all over the house so everything had an eerie light to it. It didn't help that the only sound you could hear was Sherlock's hooting.

She took the steps down to the doorway slowly, not wanting to leave her faithful home but still dying to get away. She gave a soft whistle, "Sherlock in your cage." The owl came speeding around the corner and settled himself inside, probably excited to go back to Hogwarts almost more than she was. "You got everything?" It was her mothers voice from the doorway that pulled her out of her thoughts. She gave a short nod and picked up all she could carry; Sherlock's cage, her duffle, her broom, and a second duffle.

It appeared that her mom had already put the suitcase in the car, which meant there was nothing keeping them there. The two slid into the car and Thalia drove off to King's Cross station. She had gotten her drivings permit earlier in the summer and had been practicing the entire time. By the time they got there, other young wizards and witches were already moving in so they could get to the Hogwarts Express. Thalia's mother brought a cart over and helped Thalia load everything, though she moved to the drivers seat as Thalia moved towards the building. Neither of them were good at good-byes and would probably hug each other until the train left, almost as if they forgot about the time of departure. Thalia waved to her mother and pushed her way through the crowd.

She followed a family - the Weasley's and Potter's if her memory served her right - onto Platform 9 3/4. She continued following them until they came across a car that wasn't quite full. Trying to look like she need no help, Thalia grabbed all of her stuff and began loading it. She found an area that was completely empty and, although she knew it would remain like that, took a spot for herself. She kicked her feet onto the seat and leaned back against the window as she took her wand out of her boot. She began flicking her wrist, hoping she could simply practice on the ride there. Just another year at Hogwarts, she thought to herself.

[admin]

After careful consideration we're pleased to welcome you into FtP! Your boards will be set up momentarily. Thank you for your audition!

[Draegan R. Nott]

Hello, So there are a couple of things I want to change about Draegan.

-His patronus to a raven
-no pet just yet
-A heavy bulgarian accent
-his play by to James Maslow (he looks more like a son to the person played by his father)
-his best subjects to Arithmancy and Astronomy and his worst to divinations.

my audition piece:
Reclining on his bed, currently a sea of books and emerald fabrics, starring out the window as the storm caused an uneasy current in the lake, Drae was uneasy himself. He watched silently as the stirring of the water seemed to mimic his own mind. He wanted nothing more than one, just one damn night alone in solitude to breathe out and forget the stresses presently threatening to asphyxiate him, however he knew that this silence would end sooner than ladder. Brushing the reality of his situation away, he turned his thoughts to trying to enjoy the moment.

Just as his mind began to slip into conscious dreaming, a grating sounds of stone rubbing against itself abruptly interrupted his thought that were somewhere between the analysis of the “second star to the right” and the reminiscence of the serene stone fortresses that were all over his home in Sofia. Drae could hear the usual thudding footsteps of Rufus, his very dark roommate. Most annoying about Rufus was his music preference. While Drae enjoys silence and classical music, Rufus prefers to lose his senses by listening to what sounds like a five year old stole his dad's drum sticks, at least that's what it sounds like secondhand-idly from Rufus' headphones. The never spoke much minus the casual nod and “hey”, but they were probably more alike than they would like to admit.

Drae got up from his bed, and walked swiftly past Rufus, and down the corridor and out the Slytherin common room, towards the kitchens. It was an half hour past dinner, and Drae knew it wasn't likely that he'd receive food, but he thought to himself, “ada nyama da izlŭzhe , che shte bŭde pŭrviyat pŭt (Hell, not like it'd be the first time).” Picky-eater did not even begin to cover Drae, he disliked most meats, and other “English” foods. The only food he usually ate at dinner was long grain rice, and the olive salad. Ever since moving to this country , he had a non-stop craving for traditional Bulgarian foods. Approaching the kitchens, he very gingerly knocked with his full fist on the stone wall. A awkward patter of steps were heard as a unmistakable face appeared from behind a small slit in the stone.

The familiar female house elf smiled and said, “ I was curious why had you not come yet, so late it grows,” as she motioned for him to follow her he sighed in relief that she was the one to receive his knocking, others would have turned him away. She was a frail creature with massive, but kind brown eyes, she had skin of a leathery consistency, and spoke with an unusual knowledge, yet a obvious lack of grammatical teaching, like most house-elves. She was something like a friend to him, however he'd never say such a thing, because wizards and house-elves cannot be friends they can only ever be servant and master.

The small house-elf walked him into a backroom that had a misshapen table, and a very petite little chair, he sat and let his thoughts ponder as to how he would fit this table as he grew. The tiny creature placed a very large bowl of a mint colored soup in front of him, and as soon as he realized what it was a very rare smile found its way onto his lips. He turned all the way around in the unbalanced chair and looked into her brown eyes, and said with a very articulate tone, “blagodarya.” She smiled, knowing his usual way of thanking her in Bulgarian meant of sort of unspoken respect and nodded, and began to walk away towards the path they had come, a few steps away she turned and gave him a gracious smile that would have been strangely beautiful except her yellowed teeth.

Drae peered into the bowl and while to any Englishmen, it would have appeared to be melted mint chocolate chip ice cream, Drae knew exactly what it was. The soup was called Tarator, and it was a favorite from his childhood, a cucumber, dill, and yoghurt mixture served cold, a very traditional Bulgarian meal.

After devouring his soup like a addict getting a long awaited fix, Drae left the empty bowl on the table and began the tedious walk back the way he and the house-elf had originally come that evening. Once back in the slytherin common room, he slipped his shoes off at the entrance of the winding corridor that lead to his room, knowing the others would hear his shoes coming up the concrete steps. He waited for the sound of silence to fill the hall before carefully stepping up the stairs. He reached his bed without any true hazards, and climbed under the disarray, brushing the books away to make just enough room for his body, he turned over onto his side, and began to let the heaviness of his meal help sink him to sleep.

Thanks for the consideration.

[admin]

After reviewing your audition, the first thing we feel needs to be said is we loved your portrayal of Draegan. We feel you captured his essence as well as picked up on little delicate things like Theodore's own attachment to house elves and how that's echoed in Drae, in some manners. Our only qualm, and mind you it's a minor one, would be your desire to change the playby. Though the playby IS flexible we don't feel James Maslow really captures the Nott essence. We hope this doesn't deter your desire to play him, however. We're sure something can be worked out! If you'd like to message either one of us personally with any questions/other face suggestions we more than welcome that. Pending this little detail? We'd love to welcome you into the group.