Camellia Hawthorne 

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!

Original Character Form:

Your Name: Mila 

Your Age(Must be 16+): 21

Your Time Zone: central

Character Name, Age and Short Bio:

Name: Camellia Susan Viola Hawthorne

Age: 17

Short Bio: Stereotypical girly girl with her long hair and pearly smile. Attended Beauxbatons from her first year until the second half of her seventh year. Now at Hogwarts sorted into the Hufflepuff house. Mia has no siblings and her parents are divorced with her mere living in France and her father living in London. 

Face Claim: Lauren Conrad {if she’s allowed}

Role Play Sample:

The garnish on the slice of cake resembled a half rose. Flourished in the white icing was the letter M. The dress that adorned her frame was white resembling purity and the grace of God. Quite ironic it was seeing that Mia was anything but pure, the result of sin cultivating deep inside her womb at the soiree around her bubbled onward. 

“Camellia, darling” 

The harsh voice of her grandmother caused Mia to shudder.

“Grandmere!”

a smile met the lips of the petite blonde as she rose onto her cork wedges to kiss the cheek of her elderly grandmother. 

“You’re positively glowing, dear. Where’s Edgar? That boy of yours looks dashing in white”

the smile fell off of her lips as Mia shrugged, 

“Je ne sais pas”

the reply was short because lying was not one of her specialities. Edgar was probably still in her bedroom gaping at what she had presented him earlier. Not only was he to be her husband in a little over two months, but a father in no more than six. The fruits of a carefree sex life would become apparent sooner than he had intended. Not that Mia actually cared, she was no more than a broken flower dancing in the wind, a puppet whose strings were cut, the face of a housewife dying behind her pretty smile. Marriage was step one, and children step two in the quest of la vie parfaite. 

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