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Full Name: Connar Key Smithly
- Birth Date: June 17th, 2009
- Current Age: 11 Years old
- Basic Appearance: Average height with dirty blond hair that comes all the way down to his chin. Either blue or green eyes, they tend to change, sometimes having one of each color.
- Parents: Adam and ADÉLAÏDE (Pronounced: a-day-la-EED) Smithly
- Siblings, if any: Only child
- Pets, if any: Sadly no.
- Area of Residence: Cherbourg-Octeville(commune in Normandy, North-West France)
- Blood status: Muggleborn
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- What would their Patronus be? Something of the large cat family, a lion, possible a Bengal tiger.
- What would their Boggart be? Connar has a phobia of needles so something resembling one would be a great fear of his.
- What would their Animagus form be? (If they ever were to become one) A fondness to birds and their ability to escape would make Connar's animagus form a large bird such as a hawk falcon or eagle. Being able to escape from everything being the main reason.
- What would your character see if he/she looked in the Mirror of Erised? The rest of his family, from the states.
- What memory could they use to create a Patronus? His one brief meeting with one of his relatives from the states at age 10.
- Write an example roleplay by your character:
- Birth Date: June 17th, 2009
- Current Age: 11 Years old
- Basic Appearance: Average height with dirty blond hair that comes all the way down to his chin. Either blue or green eyes, they tend to change, sometimes having one of each color.
- Parents: Adam and ADÉLAÏDE (Pronounced: a-day-la-EED) Smithly
- Siblings, if any: Only child
- Pets, if any: Sadly no.
- Area of Residence: Cherbourg-Octeville(commune in Normandy, North-West France)
- Blood status: Muggleborn
(If your character is a sorted student

- Hogwarts House (And why):
- Best school subjects (And why):
- Worst school subjects (And why):
(all characters

- What would their Patronus be? Something of the large cat family, a lion, possible a Bengal tiger.
- What would their Boggart be? Connar has a phobia of needles so something resembling one would be a great fear of his.
- What would their Animagus form be? (If they ever were to become one) A fondness to birds and their ability to escape would make Connar's animagus form a large bird such as a hawk falcon or eagle. Being able to escape from everything being the main reason.
- What would your character see if he/she looked in the Mirror of Erised? The rest of his family, from the states.
- What memory could they use to create a Patronus? His one brief meeting with one of his relatives from the states at age 10.
- Write an example roleplay by your character:
As it was every evening Connar was staying up late to work out a few equations his mother had set for him to do earlier that night. As his work continued his voice started to echo in the back of his head as his thoughts about this unjustness that was began to form. I wish she wouldn't push me so hard. It's just not right, I am supposed to be on vacation and she is giving me all sorts of math equations to do every night of the week. While muttering silently to himself and working perilously deeper into the night his eyes started to droop, which in turn caused him to make a mistake. Dammit, that last one was to the sixth power not the ninth. He decided a little food might do him some good so he got out of his bed and stretched while slowly walking towards the door. Reaching to door he turned it and made his way downstairs, careful not to make a sound so as not to wake up his parents. After a bit of foraging he came across some leftovers from last nights supper and wolfed it down. Now that he had settled his hunger problem he started to make his way out of the kitchen to go back to his room but then remembered he would probably need something to drink later that night as he usually wakes up to get something to drink half way through his slumber anyways. So he searched the cupboard for a glass then filled it about half ways with water as he wouldn't need much when he woke up, he then started on his way back to his room.
Shuffling his way sleepily back up the stairs with his glass of water he nearly tripped and fell back down them. As he made it to his room he slowly and silently opened his door then cursed himself when he realized he had turned his only source of light in the room off, his lamp. Walking over to turn it back on he stubbed his toe on a think medical journal laying in the middle of his floor. It hurt just enough for him to curse himself again for his lack of thought with his light, but he stopped cursing himself when he thought he heard a slight rustle on his bed. Shaking his head slightly and thinking it was just lack of sleep playing tricks on his mind he turned on his lamp.
After creeping around in the dark for so long the sudden burst of light from the lamp half blinded him for a few seconds. Setting his glass down on the beside table he started to sit down on his bed until something sharp poked him in the rear and made him jump about a foot. Turning around he saw that it was a owl, a real life owl, sitting on his bed clicking its beak as if threatening him to try and sit on it again. Connar stood there looking at it in amazement for a minute or so, never had he seen a owl up this close and personal. It was a beautiful snowy owl with a few brown speckles across its wing span and back. He reached his hand out to touch the top of its head and it snapped at him nearly biting his fingers. It stuck out its leg towards him, that is when Connar noticed it had a envelope attached to it via a red cloth. Reaching down he untied it, this time the owl did not bite. After the owl was relived of its burden it took off through his open window. After seeing his bedroom window open he thought to himself. Wait a second, why is my window open, it wasn't when I went down to get some food. It's way to cold this time of year for me to open it. Strange. After cocking his head at the thoughts that could be reasons why his window was open and finding none really worked he walked over and shut it.
Settling down on his bed with the envelope he looked it over and found it was addressed to him, but in a manner he had never seen before, rather than just have his house address and his name it, it had his name, his street address, and even upstairs bedroom written in gold ink on the envelope. At least I know its definitely for me since my parents bedroom is downstairs. His fingers trembling slightly, he turned it over to see a very fancy seal embossed upon it. Taking care to keep the seal in tact he opened the envelope and let the contents of it slide out on to his bed, the contents comprised of what seemed to be a letter a list and a few other pieces of paper. As the pieces of paper looked official he doubted he would get any enjoyment out of reading them, and a list is a list so he picked up the letter and started to read it.
After he got done reading the letter Connar just sat there, on his bed, in awe for about half an hour. That letter he just read told him he had been accepted into Hogwarts New Zealand, now he didn't really know exactly what this place was but it had explained in basic what this meant. From what he gathered from the letter there was a whole other world out there, a magical one, and he was accepted into a place that was going to teach him all about it. If this wasn't some kind of joke, which he seriously doubted since no one he knowns has a sense of humor, then he was actually going to have friends, and be away from his parents for awhile. Not being able to contain his excitement at this revelation he jumped out of bed, his foot catching the side of his bedside table right where his glass was located and sent if flying strait into the wall. It made quite a loud noise and he heard his dad shout from down stairs "What in the heck was that!", then a slight pause and "CONNAR!!!". He then heard footsteps coming up the stairs, two sets so that meant both his parents were about to come through his door. Looking at the letter in his hand he realized he would have to have their say in this. Here goes something was his last thought before the door opened and his journey began.