Post by Greta Catchlove on Dec 10, 2020 5:02:41 GMT
WIZARDING APPLICATION
"We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night telling itself stories."
VITAL INFO
Character Name: Margareta (Greta) Rai Catchlove
Date of birth: 20 August 1960
Age: 17
Father: Walter Catchlove (53, Hogwarts graduate, Quidditch commentator)
Mother: Nairi Catchlove (49, Mahoutokoro graduate, former Wimbourne Wasps Keeper, current coach)
Siblings: Miya (22, Ravenclaw, Mediwitch) and Morina (15, Hufflepuff)
Bloodline: pureblood
BACKSTORY
APPEARANCE
Height: 5' 2"
Hair: Black, usually long
Eyes: Dark brown
Style/Other characteristics: Enjoys the school uniform, experiments outside of school to find a similarly put-together look
TEMPERAMENT
Primary Motivators: Creation, Recognition
Emotional Disposition: Curious
Moodiness: Labile
Topics of Conversation: Quidditch debates, school gossip, coursework, current events
Quirks, Habits, & Oddities: Functions only with regular snacking and meals, will not be seen outside (save for Quidditch) in inclement weather (the indoors exist for a reason), fingernails are bitten into nonexistence without polish, daydreams, writes ideas for stories instead of notes for class when the need arises
Hobbies & Enjoyments: Ravenclaw Seeker (4th-7th), Wimbourne Wasps Fan Club member (1st-7th), writer for the Hogwarts paper (5th-7th, tries out a variety of topics), balances reading and experimenting with spells with reading and experimenting with cooking (finding that the most fun combines the two of them), keeps a detailed nightly journal of the comings and goings of her days and those who fill them
CORE TRAITS
Outlook: Hopeful
Integrity: Practical
Impulsiveness: Rash
Boldness: Confident
Interactivity: Entertaining
Conformity: Traditional
Sense of Humor: Dry
MAGIC
Boggart: Being forgotten / lost in the shuffle
Patronus: Siberian cat
Wand: Alder wood with a unicorn hair core, 11" and slightly springy flexibility
SEXUALITY
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Libido: Moderate
Sexual Expressiveness: Flirty
Openness to Sexual Experience: Open, Curious
Promiscuity: Moderate
EDUCATION
House: Ravenclaw
Time at Hogwarts: 1971-1978
EMPLOYMENT
Type of Application (Order, Death Eater, or Civilian): Civilian
Job/Position: Writer at The Daily Prophet, mainly restaurant reviews and a recipe column (mixed with advice and life updates, because what's the fun in refraining from storytelling?)
How long: Since graduation
Qualifications: Wrote for the Hogwarts paper, avid journal-keeper, quality interview skills, go-getter
OTHER
Wiki: Reference
Play By: Lana Condor
Player Name: Sam
"We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night telling itself stories."
VITAL INFO
Character Name: Margareta (Greta) Rai Catchlove
Date of birth: 20 August 1960
Age: 17
Father: Walter Catchlove (53, Hogwarts graduate, Quidditch commentator)
Mother: Nairi Catchlove (49, Mahoutokoro graduate, former Wimbourne Wasps Keeper, current coach)
Siblings: Miya (22, Ravenclaw, Mediwitch) and Morina (15, Hufflepuff)
Bloodline: pureblood
BACKSTORY
Catchlove's Cooking Corner, July 1978
Reader, you know the feeling when you're out by yourself and getting unwanted attention? When, regardless of what you've said, it's impossible to be left alone? It's really the worst, and I'll tell you all about what happened in a moment, but I swear that I was seconds away from taking out my wand. Five-foot-two me without my wand versus five-foot-two me with my wand makes a big difference, and it's come in handy before. I know that a duel in a bar sounds overly dramatic and is generally frowned upon, but we've got to have some discourse on why that's worse than the behavior these men get away with.
Anyway, I was out for work last night to talk to the chef and review the summer menu at Pandemonium's London location, and it started to become the story of the young graduate being hit on when she's minding her own business over the story of some really wonderful food. Unwanted, uncomfortable, unsolicited. The behavior, not the food, I asked for seconds on a few menu items before the firsts were gone. This doesn't seem to be the manner of all of its patrons, I will say, as I witnessed many people having just a lovely time. Thankfully I saw someone I knew, he was in my year at school and while we fought on the Quidditch pitch he was always a good laugh off of it. I didn't want him getting into it with the fool, or to get in any trouble with his manager, but I figured we could pretend to be there together to get said fool to back off. So I left my testing table and tracked him down - finding a staff member at Pandemonium is simple, by the way, just look for the purple auras - to ask if he'd help me for a little while. To my happy surprise, he agreed.
But then, Reader...he kissed me.
Not a peck on the cheek, or the hand, or the forehead. I should preface this with letting you know I've only been kissed a few times in my life, so I don't have a whole lot to compare it to - as you can imagine, it was a lot to take in. (A quick note about the food - the one thing I wasn't worrying about when he kissed me was what my breath was like. It is a clever menu, how they keep the food interesting without the spices that can linger.) This is the embarrassing part, Reader, because he knows I write for the paper but the story isn't even halfway complete without it - I had feelings for him at school and there was that one time when our wands worked for the other and now this happens? What's the lesson here? Did he think - rightly so - that kissing me would be the fastest way to help? Was it something he'd been wanting to do before I approached him? If so, for how long? I should have more answers than I do, and I'm sorry for you and for me that I don't. There is only one potential Reader who can help me get to the bottom of this, but how do I face him now?
It worked. To get the other man to back off, I mean. But I'm not telling you this as advice for something to do if you're in a similar situation, Reader, because I haven't been this confused since I was failing Divination. I skipped out of the club after that, finishing the tasting forgotten - I'm so sorry, dear Editors, but it couldn't be helped and I promise I have enough to give this piece justice - and cheeks blazing. When I was home at last, I took great pains to recall my impressions of the food rather than the impression his lips had left on mine, and such is the quality of the menu that I was able to successfully remember the night for the food over the moment for long enough to write. Listed below are my impressions from Utterly Love to Catches For Adventurous Eaters. Overall? I highly recommend a visit to Pandemonium. Whether you find what you're looking for or a surprise finds you, the food is commendable and the staff...goes above and beyond.
Reader, you know the feeling when you're out by yourself and getting unwanted attention? When, regardless of what you've said, it's impossible to be left alone? It's really the worst, and I'll tell you all about what happened in a moment, but I swear that I was seconds away from taking out my wand. Five-foot-two me without my wand versus five-foot-two me with my wand makes a big difference, and it's come in handy before. I know that a duel in a bar sounds overly dramatic and is generally frowned upon, but we've got to have some discourse on why that's worse than the behavior these men get away with.
Anyway, I was out for work last night to talk to the chef and review the summer menu at Pandemonium's London location, and it started to become the story of the young graduate being hit on when she's minding her own business over the story of some really wonderful food. Unwanted, uncomfortable, unsolicited. The behavior, not the food, I asked for seconds on a few menu items before the firsts were gone. This doesn't seem to be the manner of all of its patrons, I will say, as I witnessed many people having just a lovely time. Thankfully I saw someone I knew, he was in my year at school and while we fought on the Quidditch pitch he was always a good laugh off of it. I didn't want him getting into it with the fool, or to get in any trouble with his manager, but I figured we could pretend to be there together to get said fool to back off. So I left my testing table and tracked him down - finding a staff member at Pandemonium is simple, by the way, just look for the purple auras - to ask if he'd help me for a little while. To my happy surprise, he agreed.
But then, Reader...he kissed me.
Not a peck on the cheek, or the hand, or the forehead. I should preface this with letting you know I've only been kissed a few times in my life, so I don't have a whole lot to compare it to - as you can imagine, it was a lot to take in. (A quick note about the food - the one thing I wasn't worrying about when he kissed me was what my breath was like. It is a clever menu, how they keep the food interesting without the spices that can linger.) This is the embarrassing part, Reader, because he knows I write for the paper but the story isn't even halfway complete without it - I had feelings for him at school and there was that one time when our wands worked for the other and now this happens? What's the lesson here? Did he think - rightly so - that kissing me would be the fastest way to help? Was it something he'd been wanting to do before I approached him? If so, for how long? I should have more answers than I do, and I'm sorry for you and for me that I don't. There is only one potential Reader who can help me get to the bottom of this, but how do I face him now?
It worked. To get the other man to back off, I mean. But I'm not telling you this as advice for something to do if you're in a similar situation, Reader, because I haven't been this confused since I was failing Divination. I skipped out of the club after that, finishing the tasting forgotten - I'm so sorry, dear Editors, but it couldn't be helped and I promise I have enough to give this piece justice - and cheeks blazing. When I was home at last, I took great pains to recall my impressions of the food rather than the impression his lips had left on mine, and such is the quality of the menu that I was able to successfully remember the night for the food over the moment for long enough to write. Listed below are my impressions from Utterly Love to Catches For Adventurous Eaters. Overall? I highly recommend a visit to Pandemonium. Whether you find what you're looking for or a surprise finds you, the food is commendable and the staff...goes above and beyond.
APPEARANCE
Height: 5' 2"
Hair: Black, usually long
Eyes: Dark brown
Style/Other characteristics: Enjoys the school uniform, experiments outside of school to find a similarly put-together look
TEMPERAMENT
Primary Motivators: Creation, Recognition
Emotional Disposition: Curious
Moodiness: Labile
Topics of Conversation: Quidditch debates, school gossip, coursework, current events
Quirks, Habits, & Oddities: Functions only with regular snacking and meals, will not be seen outside (save for Quidditch) in inclement weather (the indoors exist for a reason), fingernails are bitten into nonexistence without polish, daydreams, writes ideas for stories instead of notes for class when the need arises
Hobbies & Enjoyments: Ravenclaw Seeker (4th-7th), Wimbourne Wasps Fan Club member (1st-7th), writer for the Hogwarts paper (5th-7th, tries out a variety of topics), balances reading and experimenting with spells with reading and experimenting with cooking (finding that the most fun combines the two of them), keeps a detailed nightly journal of the comings and goings of her days and those who fill them
CORE TRAITS
Outlook: Hopeful
Integrity: Practical
Impulsiveness: Rash
Boldness: Confident
Interactivity: Entertaining
Conformity: Traditional
Sense of Humor: Dry
MAGIC
Boggart: Being forgotten / lost in the shuffle
Patronus: Siberian cat
Wand: Alder wood with a unicorn hair core, 11" and slightly springy flexibility
SEXUALITY
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Libido: Moderate
Sexual Expressiveness: Flirty
Openness to Sexual Experience: Open, Curious
Promiscuity: Moderate
EDUCATION
House: Ravenclaw
Time at Hogwarts: 1971-1978
EMPLOYMENT
Type of Application (Order, Death Eater, or Civilian): Civilian
Job/Position: Writer at The Daily Prophet, mainly restaurant reviews and a recipe column (mixed with advice and life updates, because what's the fun in refraining from storytelling?)
How long: Since graduation
Qualifications: Wrote for the Hogwarts paper, avid journal-keeper, quality interview skills, go-getter
OTHER
Wiki: Reference
Play By: Lana Condor
Player Name: Sam
