Daisy Hookum Application | Accepted 

Accepted!

Please make your character page and message the main RP! We use Skype to communicate OOC, a relationship page may be made after you get settled and don’t forget to follow the scrapbook, confessions, ship page and the Hogwartian!

Your Name: Justice

Your Age(Must be 16+): 16!

Your Time Zone: Central

Character of Choice: Daisy Hookum

Role Play Sample:

White noise… That was all that Professor Cuthbert Binns’ droning voice was to Doe. White noise. The ghost had been going on and on for what seemed like centuries and Dorcas didn’t think that she could take another moment of it. The ghost was knowledgable about his subject, Doe would give him that. But, he was dreadfully boring to listen to. To her dismay, the brunette’s thoughts started to fly off into space. She started to think about random things, no thoughts that were particularly interesting or exciting. Just thoughts. Before long, she felt her eyelids droop and the quill in her hand fell onto the table. The sensation sent a jolt up her spine, snapping her eyes wide open.

Her sudden motion was perfectly aligned with her ink well, and her elbow sent the bottle toppling right onto the parchment that should have been containing notes. She squeeled slightly, rushing to pick up the now empty bottle. The parchment was now soaked through, a large black spot was growing wider on her page. Little black flecks surrounded the parchment and on her table, small bits of debris left by an explosion. 

Doe attempted to sop up some of the jet black liquid with her sleeve, releazing quickly that her attempts were futile.  groan escaped the girl’s lips and she slumped over the table, elbows resting on it’s surface and head in her hands. Doe didn’t notice the wet feeling on her cheek for a few moments. She pulled away her hand in horror, only to see more black ink on the heel of her palm, in the precise location of where the left side of her chin had been resting only moments before. She bowed her head in what would look to be defeat, muttering to herself in a barely audible tone. “I swear it… I’m hopeless.”

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