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Lavender A. Dippitt

"...Don't put my name in the goblet? Are you off your trolley?"

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a character in “The TriWizard Tournament”, originally authored by hoodrattt, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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∞Full Name∞
Lavender Amelia Dippitt

∞Hometown∞
Chiswick, London

∞Age∞
17

∞Content∞
Half muggle, half witch.

∞Year∞
7

∞House∞
Ravenclaw

∞Wand∞
Unicorn Hair Willow 10 in.



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Lavender Dippitt, faint progeny of a pure family but a half breed nonetheless, was initially brought into the world by loving parents Halwyn Dippitt and Ambrosia Kettleburn to live a standard life. It was of course due to the impending doom and particularly dark times cast upon society that led Halwyn and Ambrosia to reconsider sending their child off to Hogwarts once she was old enough. Little Lavender's childhood blueprints were subject to change when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was said to be lurking in the shadows amongst muggles. As you can imagine, this was a terrifying feasibility for Lavender's parents whom had been keeping up heedfully with the news concerning Harry Potter.

Halwyn and Ambrosia spent many nights huddled by their snug little fireplace, debating and discussing what to do about Lavender's future. Ambrosia had hoped for a shining adventure where little Lavender was concerned; she wished for Lavender to go to a mystical school that she herself was only ever told about, Hogwarts. Halwyn, a pedigreed wizard, was apoplectic with even so much as the fathoming of his daughter becoming involved with witchcraft. This created a distance between Mr. and Mrs. Dippitt - Halwyn thought Ambrosia naive and blind to the dangers Lavender would face while at Hogwarts during the time that Ambrosia seemed to think Halwyn was imperiling their daughter more in a magic-free world where the Dark Lord was rumored to be roaming. Irregardless of the stance either of them maintained, the Hogwarts letter was delivered promptly on Lavender's eleventh birthday.

Conclusively the two agreed to disagree, and Halwyn gritted his teeth as Ambrosia grinned and scuttled down the length of the rostrum until reaching 9ΒΎ with Lavender in tow. And before Lavender could so much as gather the courage to run head on into a brick stanchion, Halwyn grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and rendered his hunches a lost cause. Dark, curious eyes peered up at her father expectantly.

"Worry you not, Lavender love. Do you remember that bit of fright you had when we took the training wheels off the blue bike?"
"Yes, Dad." Replied a wide-eyed Lavender.
"Well… See - this is a bit the same if you… Take a door off…"
"For crying out loud, Halwyn, you're going to scare the poor girl!" Ambrosia groaned.
"Mum I'm a bit frightened already," Lavender began.
"You see, Lavender, there's nothing to fear; but you must be going or you will miss your train. Now darling." Ambrosia smiled.
"Stone the crows! We're just being silly, aren't we dear? Get a good running start Lavender." Halwyn heartened.

With a few pats on the back and kisses planted firmly on her head, Lavender swallowed a gulp of air and ran straight into the column, trunks in hand as she disappeared into another dominion unlike anything she'd ever seen. Small bodies beneath serapes and shawls bumped in to her, brandishing cages and suitcases. It wasn't long before she was in the grand dining room as the beginning of her first year was inaugurated.

It was in the midst of Lavender's first year that all of the chaos concerning the Dark Lord, Harry and his friends was curtailed and peace was restored. Though Hogwarts suffered great tragedy, there was an extraordinary triumph to be had as well. It was this queue of events that encouraged Lavender to be the best witch she could be. It's often that she's followed by an underclassman, Mylor Mayfield. This particular young fellow is dedicated and avid about Hogwarts, but oddly enough one of the few who is innate as much as necessary to understand Lavender's acumen.

Among being known for having the existence as Professor Sinistra's pet, Lavender is also of repute as the girl who is a master of riddles and quandaries. In fact, she is known to traipse the Ravenclaw tower as she pleases, having decoded many conundrums that the knocker queries. It's from the tower that she studies or gathers her mind while admiring the sky. She's known to be a quirky and soft spoken girl that rather entertains herself with books and nature than other students. It is unbeknownst to most that Lavender perpetuates a very sharp tongue and keen wit that is unmatched by many.

Now, at seventeen years of age and fairly well seasoned for such a quiet, farouche young witch (and known for the ability to produce the Patronus charm), Lavender hopes to participate in the Triwizard tournament. Though she's received some teasing in her time at Hogwarts and even a bit of bullying from a Slytherin student, Grimm Oglethorpe, nothing will stand in her way when she decides to put her name in the Goblet. Well, if she puts her name in on time!


Abilities:

+Supportiveness
+Stamina
+Willingness to overcome
+Bravery in perilous and awkward situations
+Advanced in the production of The Patronus Charm, The Bedazzling Hex and The Confundus Charm
+Avant-garde intellect
+Dexterity
+Immaculate understanding of mythical creatures, curses and countercurses


Shortfallings:

-Reserved and often hesitant about speaking her mind
-Fear of the dark
-Difficulty facing others
-Gullible at times
-The Disarming Charm (perhaps she never quite mastered the pronunciation)

So begins...

Lavender A. Dippitt's Story

(technical difficulties, ignore this one. Sorry)

Vladimir found it rather symbolic that the two guest schools would arrive near simultaneously. Unconscious habit resulted in him pulling out a Muggle cigarette, they helped him think, and light it. Before he could truly begin to smoke, it was destroyed by a nearby professor. He should have expected something like that, but he was still annoyed at the prospect. The walk from the ship into the Great Hall was much longer than he would have liked. In fact, he had to put on a poker face to disguise the fact he was getting winded. It was at this point, the host school would get a show from its guests- his school and Beauxbaton.

The french students went first, and they chose a rather graceful ballet. But he couldn't help but note that one student in particular hid in Madam Maxime's sizable shadow. His own school went next, a more militaristic show went under way...but he found himself preferring the more delicate show of the ballet. He seated himself at the Slytherin table with his fellow students, one in particular was immediately next to him but for the life him...a name couldn't be associated to face. At this point the Hogwarts Headmistress began the speech for the Triwizard Tournament- something he entirely zoned out. He used this chance to glance around the hallway, in particular a couple students at each table stood out to him. Of most importance from what he could measure was the girl from Maxime's shadow, a Ravenclaw girl as tall as himself and two Hufflepuffs- a male and female. It was really more gut instinct than anything that caught his eye. A family teaching was- the powerful naturally command their environment as they see fit. The two Hufflepuffs naturally had all the attention of those nearby. The French girl and the Ravenclaw girl had caught his eye with how inconspicuous they were attempting to remain. He was unable to examine the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables before the speech ended.

"Guess it's time for us to set the standard," he clapped the crimson robe next to him as he stood up. For his family, reputation was highly important. The Triwizard Tournament demanded the best students, his own accidental reputation demanded utmost pride and utter control. This made him stride to the Goblet of Fire with deliberate ease, he dropped his name in on a sheet he had also prepared in advanced. This let him get himself together, catch his breath and provide a better atmosphere.

"Is there no one else prepared at this night," he loudly called out to the full hall. "Beauxbaton, you provided a most excellent dance...but is that all you learn at your school?" His gaze traced the full carpet of blue,ultimately falling onto the one from before. He pointed to the Gryffindor student, "I heard your house is prized for its courage...I'm not seeing it now."

He arbitrarily chose a random student from the Hufflepuff table, one too young to enter. "Surely your House has its own pride, or is the stereotype true?" He instantly rounded towards the tall girl from the Ravenclaw table, " Your house is claimed for its genius." Oddly enough, another girl caught his eye...one a bit closer to himself, "Could you think of a better validation of your methods than this very tournament...the ultimate test is right here." From here he looked to the Slytherin table...a rather young girl in particular- one just entering her teens.

"To your House I'd like to offer the thanks of my school for welcoming us to your table. In fact I'll thank everyone present for the Tournament. But Slytherin, your House is known for cunning, nobility and ambition. I simply ask this: prove it." He deliberately kept his tone challenging and defiant. He also stood his ground inside the Age Line, he'd be a poor sport to not welcome those he himself had just called out. He had to force himself from grabbing his throat, addressing the entire hall had been like swallowing a glass of needles with each syllable. Due to an issue from birth, his voice was naturally quiet and talking somewhat painful...this had been his equivalent to screaming his voice out. As he swallowed, hoping to lubricate his raw throat- a metallic taste filled his mouth.

Malachi looked up when Vladimir clapped him on the shoulder and then made his way from the Slytherin table over to the goblet. Somehow he wasn't surprised that he was going to be the first to enter his name - He was one of the best, after all. I might as well go join him. He thought, retrieving his own slip of paper from his pocket and then following after his fellow classmate, casting a playful grin over at an attractive Gryffindor girl as he made his way down to the age line.

Once he stepped inside the shimmering line drawn by the Hogwarts professor, he leaned over and dropped his name into the blue flames, some of his classmates and even some of the Hogwarts students cheered for him and Vladimir, who he cast a smile at. That was when the Durmstrang next to him began on a speech, asking the other students why they hadn't entered yet. Malachi glanced around at the other students, several of them falling silent including Beauxbatons. He was silent for a minute, listening to Vladimir's borderline insulting speech.

About half-way through he decided to excuse himself from the circle, stepping out of the circle silently and walking past the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables who he offered a very subtle shrug to as if to say he didn't know what was up just as a blonde haired Beauxbatons student brushed past him - probably not too happy with what Vladimir said.




Deirdre's blue gaze was drawn to the Durmstrangs who were entering their names, both earning cheers from their fellow classmates. She took a sip of her pumpkin juice, arching a brow when one of them - the taller of the two - began speaking, sending out a challenge to the other schools. Somehow, she managed to refrain from rolling her eyes at his remark about Beauxbatons. Arrogant. She thought, shaking her head, a slightly amused smirk touching her lips. A few of her fellow classmates looked terribly insulted, some whispering among themselves. None of them moved. She looked over to the dark haired witch next to her, who she vaguely knew. "Give me a piece of your notebook." She said, with a sigh and the witch hastily tore off a corner and handed it to her along with a quill which she used to scribble her name onto it, just barely legible. There was no way she was just going to let Durmstrang show off and think of them as pretty, stupid girls incapable of doing anything worth while.

Then, she rose to her feet gracefully and began striding down the aisle toward the goblet, just as the dark haired Durmstrang was finishing up his speech. "Well," She said, as she neared him, just loud enough for her voice to carry to the crowd. "I see Durmstrang has grown arrogant." She let her eyes meet his as she said it, brushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder and then slipping her name into the goblet, the blue flames engulfing the parchment pale as bone. "I can't let Durmstrang have all the fun now, can I?" She looked from the dark haired student to the crowd, placing her hands on her hips.

Faye was quite pleased with the show the two foreign schools gave and clapped along with the rest of the Great Hall. After their performances, Professor McGonagall gave a short introduction to the Triwizard Tournament. It seemed that no sooner had she stepped down from raised dais where the Goblet sat that a Durmstrang student had marched up, hastily putting his name in the Goblet. Another followed shortly after him and as the second boy stepped down, the first who was the taller of the two, made a rousing speech, though unnecessary.

After he had finished, a rather determined looking Beauxbatons girl who had asked for a piece of parchment from her walked up to the Goblet, placing her own name among the two from Durmstrang. Faye had wanted to enter and she was still a little miffed about what the taller Durmstrang had said about her house, but she was not a Gryffindor and lacked a significant amount of courage to be the first from her school to enter.

No sooner had she had these thoughts that Al, her good friend from Hufflepuff practically leapt from his seat among his admirers to prove himself. As he passed her table on his way to the dais, he gave a smile and a wink, knowing that she was going to go right after him. Never one to disappoint, she got up from her own seat after hastily scribbling her own name on a piece of parchment and silently made her to the Goblet where the she let the parchment slip from her hands into the flames. She didn't longer and quickly made her way back to her seat among the Ravenclaws.






Alistair was rather amused by the Durmstrang's speech. He had never seen the Gryffindors and Slytherins so put in their place, and it made him chuckle. Not a moment after the pretty girl from Beauxbatons had put her name in the Goblet, Al jumped up and practically strutted to the Goblet smiling and winking at Faye on the way. He'd show that Durmstrang that he wasn't just another stereotype.

Using the slip of paper that he had taken from Kaylee, who had been sitting beside him, he entered the Tournament feeling confident. He passed Faye on his way back to his table as she made her way towards the Goblet and wished her good luck. It was the Hufflepuff in him to wish his competition good luck. It most certainly wasn't because he had a crush on her that's spanned four years. At least that's what he told himself.

#, as written by Rann
Stupid. Why are they celebrating this stupid thing?

That's the driving question behind Olivia, sitting with the Slytheryns during the whole opening ceremony. The Tri-Wizard Tournament. This is the reason why Olivia tried so hard to be allowed to just not attend Hogwarts this year, but her parents had adamantly refused with a threat of the cruciatus curse. Not knowing if they were serious or not, Olivia decided not to risk it. There had to be a reason why they wanted her at Hogwarts so badly, but no matter how hard the girl twisted and turned her mind, she couldn't think of anything she could do that no one else could, unless all of a sudden paper summons are the new favorite weapon of the Death Eaters. The only real advantage she can think of is that she can operate easily within school grounds.

There's something planned. Unfortunately, Olivia has no idea exactly what's in store.

These stupid seventh-years, getting so riled up at the idea of competing. And don't forget all the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang prospects. Is there really a not a single person even slightly wary of anything?

"'Course, it'll be me who gets in." Bragged a Slytheryn seventh year. "I'll pay back those other houses... we won't be looked down upon any more!"

Olivia vaguely knows his name to be Tobias something or other. She doesn't really know his last name, nor is she all that interested. All she knows is that she really wants to challenge him to a duel and test out a new attack pattern for her conjured paper creatures, designed to penetrate shields and bypass spells in order to attack the victim's wand arm. She practiced it on a fifth year Gryffindor before the ceremony, and it worked well, but he was an idiot to not be battle-ready at all times, anyways. The Head Nurse has probably already fixed up his arm. While Tobias stood up to enter his name into the Goblet, to the cheers of the Slytheryn House, Olivia just sat with her head propped up on her elbows, rested on the table, rolling her eyes with annoyance.

Still, Olivia didn't mind Tobias something or other's goals. Ever since the whole Voldemort thing, the Slytheryn house has been looked down upon with suspicion and distrust. Sure, perhaps it was for good reasons, but nonetheless. It still hurt, each time, even a little bit, when they were ignored in favor for valiant Gryffindors, loyal Hufflepuffs, or genius Ravenclaws.

One by one, students were writing down their name to put into the goblet, and one by one, all Olivia could think of was that they were willingly volunteering to become a sheep to the slaughter.

I hope they don't expect me to kill anyone.