Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 10, 2007 19:25:49 GMT -5
Stevie nodded slowly.
"Mkay... I get it..." Stevie hopped out of the boat, barely using her hand, with his guitar grasped at the neck in his free hand. Floyd peered out from his pocket at what was going on. He looked somewhat like a spy, peering around from a corner to see if there's anyone in the next hallway. He quickly withdrew his head, noting the load of other people. One thing Floyd didn't like? Large crowds.
Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 9, 2007 23:18:03 GMT -5
"...Nothing. At all." Once again, his blush came out again, and he felt his face getting hot.
"...I keep DOING that," he remarked, poking a bit of fun at his now constant blushing. That was Stevie for you, always trying to make something embarrassing or generally negative into something positive. That was one of his best traits, he thought, because he could cheer himself, and occasionally others, up. That was something Stevie liked to do. He liked making people feel good by laughing. The best part of it was, it worked.
Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 9, 2007 22:23:39 GMT -5
"I'm excited too! And I pretty much feel the same way. Just not as worried. Dunno why that is, though..." Stevie shrugged. "Don't worry about that." He was talking about the squeal.
He paused, listening to her story. "Well... were any really entertaining? I'm not the kind of person who would prank people, but I'm just curious." He really wouldn't have time pranking. Well, he WOULD but he wouldn't use it. He'd probably just hang out in the common room and play his guitar. Or talk to people. Or both. Better yet, do homework. Or study.
"...I have a feeling there's going to be a LOT to do here."
He listened to her next question, blinking. "Muggle? Well, my parents knew some stuff about Hogwarts, I guess they went there and wanted it to be a surprise..." He blinked. "What's a muggle?" He instantly turned a deep shade of red. When Stevie blushed, he took it to the limit. But this time, it was because now, he was acting like he didn't know anything.
Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 9, 2007 21:41:51 GMT -5
"Uhm... Don't pass out? You might miss some cool stuff... But besides that part, I feel the same way!" Stevie grinned, and paused for a moment.
"I don't really know much about this school... Do you?" Stevie hoped maybe he could learn more. He really wanted to know about this school before actually participating. Sure, he would participate anyway, but he would always be left wondering.
Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 9, 2007 21:14:51 GMT -5
"Hi!" Stevie said, smiling at Keladry, who he had gotten a glimpse of getting into his boat.
"This is really cool, huh?" He asked. He really thought this was the best thing ever, just because of this boat ride and the sights alone. By now, Stevie had forgotten all about his guitar, though it was still perched on its lap. There was NO way he'd let this baby drop into the water, it was a beautiful guitar, and an expensive one at that. But, it was made with fine woods, so it created a great sound as well.
Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 9, 2007 19:53:52 GMT -5
Stevie made sure to hop on the first boat he saw, much to the dismay of his prairie dog who almost fell out. Lucky for the both of them, Stevie tucked his hand into his pocket, inadvertently pushing the small animal out of harm's way. He made sure to take the front place.
He was too much in complete awe to play his guitar. It simply lay there on his lap, ready to be played yet not. Stevie was too focused on marveling at the castle. And that guy, riding in his broomstick... Who was he? Wait. What the heck was that? It looked kind of like a horse... Person... Thing... 'C'mon, Stevie, you're just tired.' he thought to himself. His eyes were probably playing tricks on him. He continued staring at the castle, and everywhere else he COULD stare. This was just about the coolest thing he's ever done in his life. At least, to him it was.
Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 8, 2007 19:28:12 GMT -5
Stevie was sleeping. But, not for long. The train jolted to a halt, and Stevie almost fell out of his seat. He quickly scrambled up, embarrassed. He gave a nervous laugh and grabbed his guitar, prairie dog hopping into one of his pockets on his robe. It was now he realized he had taken his shoes off he second he got into the place. He put them on and quickly laced them up. Stevie was grinning ear to ear the whole time; you could tell he was excited.
Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 1, 2007 18:18:20 GMT -5
Character Name: Stevie Copeland
Character Age: 11
Pet (if any): A prairie dog that normally rests on his shoulder. (If this isn't okay, then just tell me, and I'll change it)
Family History (Go into detail, if possible): There really isn't much to say. He has a small family, consisting of a mother, a father, and a few aunts and uncles here and there. Basically, everything was just average for Stevie. He didn't even know his parents were both wizards before they told him. As were his aunts and uncles. He never really knew WHY they kept this secret from him, but oh well. They were probably just waiting for the right time. And so, now young Stevie is on his way to Hogwarts. He still can't stop snickering at the name.
Physical Description: His hair is long, and a dirty blonde, almost brown color, that falls just to his shoulders. One might say he looks like a girl, but they'd be lying completely. In no way does he look feminine. He has a normal, skinny build with just a tad more muscle than most.
Personality Description: (Go into detail, if possible) He is definitely a fun lover, and one who would do anything if he can. But, he always makes sure to follow the rules. The last thing he wants is trouble. He also studies diligently, and doesn't skip studying to go have fun. But, the second he thinks he has it down, he would rush out and join whatever activity is going on. He always explored anything, just to see where it leads to. But, he always speaks his mind. He could be considered blunt, or rude, but old habits never die. If you want his opinion on something, you'll get it, straight up. He is honest and trustworthy to a fault, and one who you could tell your deepest secret to and be sure it never gets out.
Strengths: He has a keen interest for learning and magic in general, so he strives to be the best he can. He doesn't care to surpass whatever wizard or witch is the greatest, he just cares that he can do it the best that he can. Sure, the best of the class is a bonus, but he doesn't care about that much. Of course, he takes pride in it, but he doesn't slack off. He also is an adept guitar player, having started playing the second he could move his fingers when he wants to and remember things. If he's not out exploring or studying, you'd sure to find him playing his acoustic guitar, sitting on his bed, and his prairie dog barking along with the tune. Not to mention, a near photographic memory, developed while needing directions when he drifts around. (I elaborated, it seems like I have soo many strengths ><)
Weaknesses: He is susceptible to taunts and intimidation, and that coupled with his hotheadedness is a bad couple. That can get him into trouble, but he tends to try his best not to do that.
If given the opportunity - would you take part in a Quidditch team, a Book Club, a Potions group or an Afternoon Tea party? A Quidditch team.
If you found a wandering Kneazle, what would you do? Try to befriend it, and see if it has any owner.
What House would you like to be placed in (This is to be taken into consideration, though the Hat will ultimately make the final decision)? A house that his friends are in.
Why would you like to be in this student group and not the others? He would much rather have friends on his house that are already established so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable.
Please give us an example RP: Stevie walked along the endless halls and corridors of the castle, very impressed. Architecturally, this place was a masterpiece. Not to mention, it didn't look drab. That was definitely a plus. He has some time on his hands, now. All of his homework and studying were done, and now, he was wandering aimlessly around. This place was so huge, it may take him about a year to get to know all the nooks and crannies here. It was insane.
He reached a door, and being him, he opened it, uncovering a staircase. He quickly ran up it, and eventually found himself on the roof. Looking around, he thought this place had a pretty good view. No, scratch that, REALLY good view. He could see for miles. Maybe he wasn't supposed to be up here. Ah well. He quickly opened the door, and half slid down the railing, ending up at the bottom in no time. He forgot he left the first door ajar. He closed it with a quiet click, and moved on. This place was not half bad, not even a quarter bad. He was sure never to get bored here. Now, all he needed was find people. Or just go back to the common room and play his guitar. Either way, it seemed like a good deal. So, once again, Stevie Copeland started off the way he came, humming a tune to himself, not caring if anyone else heard or objected, except a teacher, of course.
Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 30, 2007 21:10:11 GMT -5
"Well... Is your sister in Gryffindor? If not, a lot of people won't know her here and you wouldn't be compared to her here. Plus, you're not her." He blinked. He was an only child, so he didn't know how all of these comparison things worked. He was sure it wasn't fun, from her experience.
Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 30, 2007 20:18:19 GMT -5
Stevie nodded and jogged up to Lilianne.
"Hey. I'm okay! I get it all the time. I just don't know much about this whole... Everything here, really. Don't worry." Stevie said this all with a smile, and all of it was true. He thought this would be... In his eyes, a better experience. This was a whole new thing to him, and this wasn't new for other kids. So, in a way, it was better for Stevie. There was the element of surprise.
Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 30, 2007 19:42:58 GMT -5
"No, it's fine. I'm fine." He said, forcing a grin. It actually looked pretty natural, and a bit of it WAS real, but the most of it was forced.
He looked at all of the owls, Floyd still asleep in his pocket. Floyd liked to do two things. Sleep and climb on people's shoulders. If he wasn't doing one of the two, then it was a fairly rare occasion.
There were a lot of owls. He couldn't believe how many there actually were. He doubted the owls would all be gone at once. He really, really doubted it.