Shay and Pere's HP RP

Presenting our new RP thread, Shay. :D I had to add the heart in the ti
tle. I'm also excited for this. <3

Bio: 

Name:

Gender:

Age:

Personality:

Deion:

Wand Type:

History:

((Is that bio ok?))

I'll post my ones soon, I've just got to finish one more part for my OC. 

Name: Draco Malfoy

Gender: Male

Age: 11 (born 5^th June, 1980)

Personality:  We know what he’s like, right? xD Arrogant, mean, a “foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach”. Very outspoken in his hate against Muggles and Muggleborns, and uses the term ‘Mudblood’ a lot more than is necessary. He aspires to be like his Father, who influences much of his personality traits. Also, he’s very spoiled.

Deion: Draco has short blonde hair that is more often than not sleeked back with gel, and grey eyes. He is pale, and has pointed features. He is tall and slender, and has high cheekbones.

Wand Type: 10” Hawthorn wood, with unicorn hair core

History: Draco is the Pureblood son of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, a prominent Wizarding family that also supports Pureblood supremacy. His father is a high-ranking Death Eater. Etc?

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Name: Olive Hester

Gender: Female

Age: 11 (born 13^th June, 1980)

Personality:  Ambitious, loud/quiet and (often) scheming. Olive never does anything without thinking it through thoroughly first, and weighing the pros and cons of every situation. She has very high expectations for herself, wanting to be the best at everything so as to keep all her options open. However, she does dismally in Transfiguration, Herbology and Astronomy, which causes her much bitterness. Her favourite subject is Charms. Sometimes, to keep her reputation at its best, she will manipulate a situation, or some people, to get what she wants. She is very observant, and catches things many people don’t want her to. To get the best out of a situation, she thinks about how the people in said situation will react to what she does, and whether this will benefit her, before she acts on it. She surrounds herself by many people but inside, she feels very alone. When she is with other people, she is loud, talkative and happy, but alone or with very close friends, she is quiet and reclusive.

Deion: Olive has long, straight, layered brunette hair the colour of chocolate that flows to her mid back. Her eyes are a cool, dark grey. She is shorter than most people her age and is lean. Olive has light skin that tans easily, which she hates. Her face is an oval shape, with a large forehead covered by a side fringe, and plump, smooth lips. She has high cheekbones and a long slender neck. She is moderately attractive, but not astoundingly so.

Wand Type: 11” Holly wood, with unicorn hair core

History: Olive comes from a relatively unknown Pureblood family related to the Malfoys who are comfortably wealthy, but not exceedingly wealthy. She has one brother, named Harlan, who is twenty-three years old. She has not heard from him since she was seven, when he was married off. Her childhood playmate and best friend is Draco Malfoy, her cousin. Her parents are cold, arrogant and proud people, and their one goal in life is to merge their family into a Pureblood one of higher status. When she is at home, which is most of her life, she is groomed to become the perfect Pureblood wife.  

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((Are these ok? o3o))

((Thank you! :D I think your ones are wonderful. Lyle sounds dreamy. ♥_♥ I kind of laughed at the bit where it says, about him and his body, that he watches 'what comes out'. Immature me.

I'm so excited! -squee- I think we can start on the platform. Do you want to begin?)) 

“And remember to reply to my letters every once in a while, Draco. I know you’re forgetful,” Narcissa said, straightening his black tie. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Mother.”

“Good boy. Now-”

“That is enough, Narcissa,” Lucius cut in coldly. “Draco must be going now. The train will be leaving soon, and he has no more time for your coddling.” Narcissa glared at him, but didn’t say anything. He turned to his son. “I expect that that black tie will be green soon, Draco. Our family has been in Slytherin generation after generation, and I will not have my son ruining the tradition." 

Draco nodded.

“Good,” said Lucius, and he gave a smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Make us proud. Remember not to consort with Mudbloods and Blood Traitors. Your mother and I will see you next holidays.” And with that, the tall, intimidating man took his wife’s arm and led her away. Draco stared after them, before turning and starting towards the train. He felt very alone, despite the overcrowded platform.

“Draco! Draco!”

Draco turned to see a girl his age running towards him with her robes flapping behind her. His heart considerably lifted, and he gave a genuine smile. “Olive!”

“Draco,” she panted, reaching him. “Did your parents leave already?”

Draco frowned. “Yeah, they did. Why?”

Olive looked disappointed. “My mother would have liked to see Lucius again. Oh well. Did Twinky already put your trunk on the train?” Draco nodded. “Oh, good. Father was worried she wouldn’t be here to take my trunk. Well, now that’s settled, shall we board the train?” She grabbed his arms and dragged him onto the Hogwarts Express.

Draco led his cousin in the search for an empty compartment. They skipped the compartments near the front of the train, where they both knew from their parents’ stories housed the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, to the end. Finally, they reached the Slytherin part of the train. They tried the first compartment, and saw that it was empty of any occupants, setting aside two people their age, a boy and a girl.

Draco saw the girl first, and he narrowed his eyes. From her clothing, he could tell she was a Muggle. Or Muggleborn.

“May we share your compartment?” Olive asked, when she saw that Draco wasn’t going to say anything.

((I feel like I love Lyle already xD))

“Thank you,” Olive said, although even to her ears, it didn’t sound very truthful. She winced and sat across from Lyle and Hermione. Draco followed suit. “Olive Hester, and this is my cousin, Draco Malfoy.” Draco still had his eyes narrowed at Hermione, and Olive knew instantly why. She was a Muggleborn. Olive didn’t necessarily harbour any feelings of hatred towards Muggles and Muggleborns, but she did pity them. How could anyone live without magic? She knew, however, that her Uncle Lucius had drilled hatred for non-magical folk into Draco as soon as he could understand what ‘dirty blood’ was. No matter what she had said, he always listened to his Father, not her.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Draco drawled, not sounding sincere at all. The girl, ‘Hermione’ – she was the first Muggleborn he had yet to meet. Father and Mother had only ever let him play with Parkinsons, Notts, Goyles and Crabbes when he was younger, and he understood that that was because they were all Pureblooded. He mentally added her name to a mental list of people he did not want to associate with, in any good terms. If Father heard about him talking to her, he would not be happy. He already felt disgusted being in a compartment with her.

The boy, however, he knew was a Pureblood, and of good stock.

“Jones, did you say?” he asked, looking at the other blonde boy curiously. He made a decision to ignore Hermione. “My Father met yours at the Minister’s last Ball, didn’t he?”

When Draco heard Lyle’s ‘casual remark’, he smiled internally. Dropping hints at how great their family was a skill all Pureblood families taught their children in the midst of many other etiquette rules. Lyle Jones had done this skillfully enough. It seemed he was well-bred. He might make a good ally yet.

“My father conducts many types of business,” Draco heard Olive say carefully. His internal grin morphed into a physical smirk. Many of the Pureblood families that ran in their circle knew that Mr. Hester conducted much of his business in the Black Market, when he wasn’t running the store they owned. He made a living for his family by selling illegal, but skillfully brewed, potions to desperate families. Mr. Hester was a Potions Master, and he was good at it.

Olive felt herself go a bit red. She wasn’t proud of what her father did, unlike the other Pureblood families. They applauded Mr. Hester on his ability to always dodge the law, and were forever getting him to help them out of sticky spots. She knew that this Black Market business was what had gotten them the mansion they lived in, and the brand new clothes she always wore, but she was ashamed, nonetheless. Her father was a true Slytherin, alright.

“He’s a Potions Master,” she continued. “Sometimes he helps out at the Ministry, but we have a family store that sells potions. Hester’s Brew.” She didn’t look like she wanted to say more, so Draco cut in.

“Are you excited to go to Hogwarts? My Father says that Slytherin is the greatest house out of the four. Ravenclaw is alright, I suppose, because they’re known for their intelligence. Hufflepuff is full to the brim of stupid, worthless people, but Gryffindor is the worst. Goody-two-shoes, Blood Traitors and Mudbloods, the lot of them,” he spat the last sentence, and realised he had said too much and revealed too much. Showing them his prejudice straight off the bat wasn’t the smartest move he had ever made.

((Haha, this is my first taste at a bit of Olive-Draco drama xD))

At Draco’s remark, Olive sent him an angry look. Just what she needed – to make enemies before she made friends! And for prejudices she didn’t even share! At the rate they were going, she’d only have Draco and the Pureblood children they already knew to sit with. And Merlin knew she always felt liked slapping pug-faced Parkinson whenever she opened that big mouth of hers!

Draco felt uncomfortable when he saw the Muggleborn girl’s eyes shine with moisture. He was only repeating what his Father said! And his Father was always right…right? Anyway, Mudbloods didn’t have feelings, did they? This girl seemed to have them, though…maybe he didn’t know as much about their non-magical counterparts as he had thought. He watched as Lyle put a hand on Hermione’s shoulder, and shuddered. Touching a Mudblood! He should be ashamed!

“Of course we can!” Draco said, when he heard Lyle’s last question about being able to do spells. “We’re Purebloods, aren’t we? Our parents would never have let us go to Hogwarts looking like a Muggle, or a Squib!” Olive groaned audibly. The whole reason Lyle had asked that was to get off the subject of blood differences! She had to intervene.

“Draco, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked him, sending Hermione and Lyle an apologetic glance. She gave Draco an angry look and pulled him to his feet, before exiting the compartment. “What are you doing in there?” she demanded, as soon as the door had closed and they were out in the hallway. “We’re supposed to be making friends! Not enemies!”

“She’s a Mudblood, Olive,” Draco said in his whiniest voice. “We can’t be friends with her!”

Olive narrowed her eyes. “No, you can’t be friends with her. Or, you won’t be friends with her because dear Uncle Lucius said so. I, on the other hand, can be friends with her, no matter what my parents say. And I hope to Merlin you haven’t ruined my chances already! You haven’t even seen what she’s like!”

“If that’s the way you feel,” Draco spat, getting defensive, “then you can just go away now and leave me alone. I won’t have you getting me in trouble with my Father. You know what he’s like!”

“I’m going now,” Olive said icily. “You can’t choose who I’ll be friends with, and I won’t let you.” She turned to leave, but Draco grabbed her arm. When she saw him, he looked miserable.

“I’m sorry, Olive,” he said quietly. “Don’t leave me, I can’t be alone… It’s just, it’s all so confusing, isn’t it? Father always said that Mudbloods didn’t have feelings, but I saw Hermione crying…”

“It’s ok to be confused,” Olive said gently, taking his hand in hers. “But we’re together, aren’t we? We’ll make it, and we’ll help each other.” She looked into the window of the compartment, and saw their two companions. “Try to be nice for the rest of the train ride at least, and when we get out, you can be as Muggle-hating as you want. I want to be their friend.”

“Ok,” Draco said reluctantly. “Only ‘cause you’re my best friend and cousin. I won’t talk to her though, and if you think I’m going to say sorry to her, forget it. At least grant me that.”

Olive nodded. “Ok.” And she opened the compartment door and pulled Draco in with her.

((Thank you! :D I’m sorry this is very short and of bad quality, especially considering the awfully long time I took thinking it up – I’ve got some writer’s block. xD))

“We’re good,” Olive said, smiling at him. She and Draco took their seats, and for a few minutes, the compartment was silent. Olive’s brain was busy thinking of a subject that Hermione could join in on, without feeling like a complete outsider. “Umm, Hermione? What’s the Muggle world like?” She had always wanted to know, but her parents had never let her venture into it. Really, they never let her venture anywhere.

Draco sent her a disgusted look, but wisely stayed silent.

“I ask because I’m curious,” Olive said hastily, adding a silent ‘not because I want to attack you’. She gave her a friendly smile. “Families like mine would rather I stay at home, learning to be a good wife.” She laughed, a bit grimly. 

((Whoo! Thanks hun. I couldn’t quite figure out how to get them out of the awkward train carriage. ;) Sorry about Hagrid’s awkward dialogue.))

Olive and Draco had parted ways with Lyle and Hermione once the great masses of students had emptied out of the train. Olive had wanted to stay with them, but Draco had been firm in saying that she’d only said to be nice to them for the rest of the train ride, and did she want him to be mean to Hermione again? Olive had glared at him.

Looking around the crowded platform, she gasped when she saw a great mass of bushy hair towering over the rest of the people.

“Oh, look, Draco!” Olive squealed. “It’s Hagrid!” She grabbed his arm.

“I don’t think there’s anything special about a filthy half-giant,” Draco said, but without the usual bite his venomous words retained.

“Draco, you’re so mean,” Olive pouted. She laughed. “That’s what I love about you. Anyway, don’t you remember what Mother and Father said? Hagrid’ll take us on boats to Hogwarts!”

Draco’s ex
pression visibly brightened. “I’m gonna push you in the water!” Olive slapped his hand away.

“I’ll push you in first!”

Laughing, they ran to join a large crowd around Hagrid, who was now crowing, “Firs’ years! Fir’s years!” He looked around the group, and when his gaze rested for a second on Draco’s face, Draco gave a haughty and impudent stare back. The Gamekeeper looked so startled, Olive had to laugh. He led the group through thick foliage behind the platform, and soon they reached a large lake.

“You’ll all be takin’ the boats ter Hogwarts,” Hagrid said. He swept his arm behind him, gesturing to an assembly of boats large enough to fit four of the 11 and 12 year olds. Olive gripped Draco’s arm even harder. Oh, the excitement!

“Better get the best and newest looking boat,” Draco whispered, and Olive rolled her eyes. Typical Draco, always wanting the finest in life. When Hagrid gave the signal, the mass of First Years ran to get a boat with their friends, and this time it was Draco pulling Olive towards a boat.

“It doesn’t look very new to me,” Olive said.

“Yes, well,” Draco replied, eyeing it with distaste, “it’s the best I saw. C’mon, I’ll help you in.” He jumped in first, then took her hand. Olive carefully stepped into the boat, her heart leaping when it rocked a little. When she was safely sat down, she sighed in relief.

“Now we just have to wait for two other people to join us,” she stated matter-of-factly, and no sooner had the words left her mouth when she saw two figures approaching their boat.

((I’m going to be off for the night, Shay, so I’ll reply in the morning. <3 Oh, and those two figures don’t have to be Lyle and ‘Mione if you’d rather they stayed a part for a while. I just thought I might give you the opening, just in case, but I have another scene in mind if you don’t take it. :D))

“Come on, Ron, the boats will be leaving soon,” Olive heard one of the figures say exasperatedly. He had messy black hair and was wearing glasses.

“I’m coming, Harry,” the other figure, Ron, replied. “It’s just this – stupid – chocolate frog – keeps jumping away!” He gave a yell when it hopped out of his hand and into the murky depths of the lake. “ARGH!”

“Better luck next time, mate,” Harry said sympathetically. He stopped walking when he reached Draco and Olive’s boat. “D’you think we can share a boat with you two?”

“Sure,” Olive said, smiling. She moved over a bit to make more room for them. Suddenly, she heard Hagrid’s voice, telling them to get into the boats because they would be leaving in a few seconds. “Hurry!”

Harry and Ron both jumped into the boat at the same time, and the boat rocked dangerously. Olive gripped the edge of the boat so hard that her knuckles turned white, and she saw Draco doing the same, his face paler than usual. She knew he didn’t like water. A small giggle escaped her mouth when she saw his frightened face, and he glared at her.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Harry said when they had settled and the boat started moving. He grinned. “The name’s Harry Potter.” He held his hand out, and Olive took it, shaking.

“Olive Hester.”

He grinned. “Pleasure to meet you. My friend here is Ronald We-”

“Weasley,” Draco drawled, cutting in. Olive turned to see him sneering at the red-headed boy. “Red hair, hand-me-down robes. I’d know a Blood Traitor like you anywhere.” Ron grew red, and started shaking.

“You’re that Malfoy boy, aren’t you?” he said, with an equal amount of contempt. “Albino with a face that makes you look like a ferret.” Olive and Harry burst out laughing, and it was Draco that grew red this time. The colour looked strange on him.

“You got beat that time, Draco, admit it,” Olive giggled. He gave her a look that would have killed anyone but her; she was immune. It was hard to be intimidated by the young Malfoy heir when you knew the exact day he stopped bed-wetting. Olive decided that she rather liked these Weasley and Potter characters. Anyone who could stand up to Draco’s bullying could be her friend.

Of course, she had heard about them before. The Potter name was well-known amongst the Wizarding population of England. James Potter was the Chaser for the Chudley Cannons. And the Weasleys…well, most of the Pureblood families held a special disdain for them. They were very friendly with Muggles and Muggleborns. Olive liked them a lot.

“So, all ready for Hogwarts?” she said brightly, ignoring Draco skulking in the corner.

“Definitely,” Harry replied, nodding enthusiastically.

“I just want to get to the feast,” Ron moaned, picturing mountains of food in his head. His stomach grumbled, making Harry chuckle.

“He’s always hungry,” he told Olive.

As they joked around, carefully keeping off the subject of Houses, Draco watched them with narrowed eyes. Olive was joking around with Blood Traitors. That Jones boy and that Mudblood girl had been bad influences on her. Reinforcing the idea into her that Mudbloods had feelings. And then she had gotten angry with him! Well, he didn’t have to be with her. Pansy and Blaise and Theodore were all just as good a conversation as she was. Maybe if he didn’t talk to her for the rest of the evening, she would come to her senses.

“We’re here,” he said shortly when the boat stopped. He got out of the boat stiffly, and walked briskly away. He could feel Olive staring after him.

“Why’d you just walk away?”

Draco ignored her and walked to where the small cluster of Pureblood children were. He could feel Olive’s hurt practically radiating off her, but he ignored that too.

“Draco, mate!” Blaise exclaimed, slapping him on the shoulder. “Where’s Olive? Thought you two were inseparable.”

Before Draco could reply, the gigantic doors to the Hogwarts Entrance Hall creaked open, and a woman stood in the doorway. He knew her to be Minerva McGonagall.

For a few seconds, she stared them down. Then, “First Years, follow me.”

((Eesh, I think I’ve been rambling. xD))