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Bonnie Prince 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: Chrisseh

Your Age(Must be 16+): 21
Your Time Zone: Central
Character of Choice: Bonnie Prince
Role Play Sample: Everyone who knew Bonnie knew that Potions was not her favorite subject. That dislike was made even more prominent by the bored expression that was plastered onto her face as she listened to the Potions Master drone on and on about how to make that day’s assigned potion. If someone were to ask Bonnie to relay the instructions, she definitely wouldn’t be able to do it. Thankfully, the students were allowed to work in pairs on this potion, and the person that she was assigned to was one of the most brilliant students in the class. Bonnie normally didn’t rely on other people to do the work for her, but Potions class was different. She was a hard-working individual, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t force herself to actually care about this class. It didn’t help her cause that a very attractive Slytherin was sitting across the room from her.

Oh, how she liked to daydream about him… Her daydreams weren’t naughty or sexual by any means; she simply wasn’t that type of person. Her parents had raised her to believe that sex in general was completely taboo. Every time that she’d try to ask them about sex, they would glare at her, scold her, and insist that she never bring it up again. There was a part of her that couldn’t help but wonder what it was like, though… Gratefully, Bonnie’s closest friends knew much more about sex than she did, and with much coaxing, they’d shared their knowledge of it with her. She knew that knowing about it wasn’t the equivalent of experiencing it, but for now, she would have to settle for allowing herself to be consumed by her not-so-sexual daydreams.