Post by Harry Potter on Aug 26, 2005 17:38:15 GMT -5
Characters Name: Harry James Potter
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Blood Line: Half-Blood
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Wand: 11 1/2 inch, Holly, Pheonix tail feather
Appearance:
RP Post Example:After a change in classroom, Harry found the Transfiguration class to be one of the most difficult to locate. He panted as he sprinted down the corridor, absolutely nerve-wrecked from having to have asked the portraits of a cheerful, three-legged Troll, a score of nasty goblins, and an unsure maiden surrounded by arguing monks. "McGonagall is going to kill me," Harry quickly thought to himself as he turned on his heel and started down another stretch of corridors. His eyes lit up with desperation as he noticed a fellow Gryffindor starting into an unidentified classroom.
As Harry nervously turned to catch a glance inside the classroom, he absorbed each identifying detail while trying to catch his breath. Suddenly, his bright green orbs stopped on a familiar face. He had spotted Hermione, and the knot that was his stomach relaxed. Sighing with a bit of relief, Harry pushed the arched, maple door open and watched Professor McGonagall as he made his way further into the classroom. "Sorry I'm late, Professor, I got a bit lost," Harry tried to explain, searching desperately for compassion within McGonagall's deep eyes. When he found none, he walked with haste over to Hermione. He plopped down in the seat next to her with a tiresome expression, wiping his forehead discreetly. "Hi Hermione," He greeted his early-bird of a friend quietly, placing his Transfiguration book on his desk along with other basic items. After making sure his own personal space was similar to that of Hermione's, Harry scanned the room in an attempt to find familiar faces. Failing miserably, he turned his attention to the front of the class where Professor McGonagall stood.
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Blood Line: Half-Blood
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Wand: 11 1/2 inch, Holly, Pheonix tail feather
Appearance:
RP Post Example:After a change in classroom, Harry found the Transfiguration class to be one of the most difficult to locate. He panted as he sprinted down the corridor, absolutely nerve-wrecked from having to have asked the portraits of a cheerful, three-legged Troll, a score of nasty goblins, and an unsure maiden surrounded by arguing monks. "McGonagall is going to kill me," Harry quickly thought to himself as he turned on his heel and started down another stretch of corridors. His eyes lit up with desperation as he noticed a fellow Gryffindor starting into an unidentified classroom.
As Harry nervously turned to catch a glance inside the classroom, he absorbed each identifying detail while trying to catch his breath. Suddenly, his bright green orbs stopped on a familiar face. He had spotted Hermione, and the knot that was his stomach relaxed. Sighing with a bit of relief, Harry pushed the arched, maple door open and watched Professor McGonagall as he made his way further into the classroom. "Sorry I'm late, Professor, I got a bit lost," Harry tried to explain, searching desperately for compassion within McGonagall's deep eyes. When he found none, he walked with haste over to Hermione. He plopped down in the seat next to her with a tiresome expression, wiping his forehead discreetly. "Hi Hermione," He greeted his early-bird of a friend quietly, placing his Transfiguration book on his desk along with other basic items. After making sure his own personal space was similar to that of Hermione's, Harry scanned the room in an attempt to find familiar faces. Failing miserably, he turned his attention to the front of the class where Professor McGonagall stood.