Post by Albus Dumbledore on May 11, 2011 21:59:41 GMT -5
For the RP Sample section of the application, you must now write a response to one of the following RP "Tests." Pick one that you think your character could best reply to and answer it as your character. I recommend you do this last... post your application with everything completed but the RP sample, then come to this thread, copy your desired test post, then paste it into your application. Then simply post your response.
RP Test Option #1: Sirius
RP Test Option #2: Lockhart
RP Test Option #3: Severus
RP Test Option #4: Slughorn
RP Test Option #5 (For Death Eater Applicants): Voldemort
RP Test Option #1: Sirius
It was a beautiful, sunny day at Hogwarts, and classes were in session. So of course, Sirius Black was sitting by the lake, whistling to himself and skipping stones along the surface of the water. He was cutting class, which was no surprise, but he was also alone, and that was unusual. For once, he did not have his ever-present companions, James, Remus, and Peter by his side. But even alone, no one would think he was anything but confident and comfortable with himself.
He tossed another thin, flat rock, and watched as it skimmed the surface, bouncing once, twice, three times, before the Giant Squid, seemingly annoyed by the disturbance, reached out one long tentacle and pulled the stone into the water.
Sirius laughed to himself, then leaned back against the tree, allowing the warmth of the sun to relax him. He slowly began to drift, and had nearly dozed off when he heard a voice above him.
He tossed another thin, flat rock, and watched as it skimmed the surface, bouncing once, twice, three times, before the Giant Squid, seemingly annoyed by the disturbance, reached out one long tentacle and pulled the stone into the water.
Sirius laughed to himself, then leaned back against the tree, allowing the warmth of the sun to relax him. He slowly began to drift, and had nearly dozed off when he heard a voice above him.
RP Test Option #2: Lockhart
The Hufflepuff common room was always comfortable, with a warm, cozy fire burning, and plenty of soft, comfortable couches on which to lounge. But for Gilderoy Lockhart, there simply were not enough mirrors for his taste. In fact, the general decor of the common room would certainly be greatly improved by the addition of more mirrors, and perhaps a few pictures of himself. After all, he could not always be in the common room, and he would hate to think of the depressing state the room must be in when he was absent from it.
At the moment, he was trying his best to rectify that situation. He'd recently had a few 8" x 10" portraits taken (actually, considerably more than a few), and had taken to signing them with a carefully perfected signature. He tended to attach this portraits to his tests, his essays, and occasionally give them out to pretty girls that he was certain must have a crush on him, the poor things. Now he was hanging a number of them on the walls of the common room at strategic intervals, so that all of his fellow Hufflepuffs might have a glimpse at his award-winning smile where ever they went.
"Yes," he was saying to no one in particular, "I am certain that, one day, my fellow students will be proud to say that they knew me before I was famous. These portraits will be worth a great deal of galleons one day, I daresay..."
He was so busy talking to himself that he was not aware that he was not alone until he heard the person speak.
At the moment, he was trying his best to rectify that situation. He'd recently had a few 8" x 10" portraits taken (actually, considerably more than a few), and had taken to signing them with a carefully perfected signature. He tended to attach this portraits to his tests, his essays, and occasionally give them out to pretty girls that he was certain must have a crush on him, the poor things. Now he was hanging a number of them on the walls of the common room at strategic intervals, so that all of his fellow Hufflepuffs might have a glimpse at his award-winning smile where ever they went.
"Yes," he was saying to no one in particular, "I am certain that, one day, my fellow students will be proud to say that they knew me before I was famous. These portraits will be worth a great deal of galleons one day, I daresay..."
He was so busy talking to himself that he was not aware that he was not alone until he heard the person speak.
RP Test Option #3: Severus
Severus couldn't have cared less for being anywhere but in the relative safety of the Slytherin common room. He entered the common room in a flourish of his robes and a determined step to his gait. His normally acerbic nature was turned to a higher notch, his transfiguration homework scraped by with merely an "A". He hated his professor and hated the class.
He slowed his walk and gave a glare at the only other student in the common room, he narrowed his eyes and went to a chair near the fire, where he could picture his professor burning in agony.
Severus still didn't feel comfortable, as if he could feel a stare coming from another part of the room, he turned his head, with his baleful glare in place. "What do you want?" he asked his voice clearly saying 'whatever it is, shove it.' although he didn't say as much.
He slowed his walk and gave a glare at the only other student in the common room, he narrowed his eyes and went to a chair near the fire, where he could picture his professor burning in agony.
Severus still didn't feel comfortable, as if he could feel a stare coming from another part of the room, he turned his head, with his baleful glare in place. "What do you want?" he asked his voice clearly saying 'whatever it is, shove it.' although he didn't say as much.
RP Test Option #4: Slughorn
The class was buzzing with the chatter of students as they entered the room and began greeting their friends. Professor Slughorn was seated at his desk, leaning back and nibbling on some crystallized pineapple. To all the world, it would have appeared that he was not paying attention to anything that was being said. Of course, that was not the case.
Slughorn's finely tuned ear was listening for any interesting tidbits of information that might involve the influential parents of certain students. It must have been a slow news day, though, and he heard very little of interest. He waited a few minutes, trying to hear what the Black boy in the back of the room was saying to his friends. Finally, when he was satisfied that there was nothing to hear and that all the students were in the room, Slughorn sat up and looked around the room.
"Now, then, students," he began, clearing his throat. "Can anyone tell me which parts of the dragon are used in potions? You there... do you know the answer?"
Slughorn's finely tuned ear was listening for any interesting tidbits of information that might involve the influential parents of certain students. It must have been a slow news day, though, and he heard very little of interest. He waited a few minutes, trying to hear what the Black boy in the back of the room was saying to his friends. Finally, when he was satisfied that there was nothing to hear and that all the students were in the room, Slughorn sat up and looked around the room.
"Now, then, students," he began, clearing his throat. "Can anyone tell me which parts of the dragon are used in potions? You there... do you know the answer?"
RP Test Option #5 (For Death Eater Applicants): Voldemort
The Dark Lord was seated in a high, throne like chair. He was examining his wand as a new follower entered the room. As for the moment, he didn't deem them worthy of his attention. The thoughts swirling in the Dark Lord's mind were ones of torturing and eventual murder of those who stood against him.
"What news do you have for me?" he asked in a deadly voice that was laced with even deadlier boredom. He wondered if he should even bother looking up from the grain of his wand. He had accomplished such great things from his magic, his pure blood was so much stronger than any inferior blood he could ever encounter, the lineage of his power was unquestionable.
"What news do you have for me?" he asked in a deadly voice that was laced with even deadlier boredom. He wondered if he should even bother looking up from the grain of his wand. He had accomplished such great things from his magic, his pure blood was so much stronger than any inferior blood he could ever encounter, the lineage of his power was unquestionable.
