Absit Omen RPG

Friday
Third of August
Early Afternoon

Sam felt relieved almost as soon as she had approached the flower shop, sure there was the overwhelming floral smell emanating from the building as she moved closer, but it was relaxing to her, reminded her a little of Hogwarts with the lessons in the greenhouses that always stank of one scent or another, although more often it was fertilizer, but sometimes it smelt beautiful, she might have to remember to visit the shop more just for the smell.

She gently opened the door and hugged her chest, freezing slightly at the wall of smells and scents from the plants, it was certainly...different, the potency hit her almost immediately and she struggled to not cover her nose so as to adjust, the range from humid plants to the sweet nectar, to the pollen that broke her freeze as she ended up gripping her nose, lurching forwards in a high pitched sneeze as she walked into the store.

Her eyes glanced around the store, taking in the many varieties of plants, she knew what she wanted, although now she was here she was having doubts on whether it was what she wanted or if she'd seem dumb for it, the fact the store was in Diagon implied that the plants weren't all muggle ones, she swore one of them was staring at her but she didn't want to voice the concern without seeming like she was insane.

With a hhm she leaned over a table and started to look over the plants available, the things she wanted most was a plant companion with a good scent to aid her flat, she hoped to move out soon however until then she needed something that would clean the weird smells that was starting to enter the cheap room, and the other was either getting a lot of petals, or a plant that could produce alot so she could try out a petal bath, it just seemed so...romantic and calming.

Slowly she stood up again and looked over at a girl, seeming several years her younger she approached slowly, something about her seemed familiar, did she see her at Hogwarts?

"Um, hi there, this may sound odd, do you have a plant that grows petals very quickly?" She asked as she tried remembering who the girl may be, she must be a Hufflepuff to work with so many flowers.

Sam was...terrified to put it lightly, she hadn't entirely gotten used to her new body, and to be going out so soon after that was perhaps too much, to make matters worse she was going to meet up with Nemo, Sam wasn't too good at guessing what Nemo was thinking, infact she was pretty sure she couldn't tell anything about Nemo, they were a mystery but from everything Sam could tell, the two were friends? They'd hung out several times over the last few months, now and then she'd given Nemo free lifts on the Knightbus or a sneaked hot chocolate now and then.

Nemo seemed supportive, and it was incredibly nice for her to find someone who seemed supportive of her and everything, now it felt like she was putting alot on Nemo however, she'd sent a text asking if she wanted to meet up to go through charity shops and she...thinks Nemo replied that it was a go, which was good, but she hadn't quite told...Nemo she had transitioned, she had told her she was planning on it, but that was about it.

She fidgeted in her shirt, it felt odd against her, she was able to walk and do stuff, but since the ritual she was still...off, everything smelt different, or felt different, she swore she was colder now then before, her hair was constantly getting in the way and her chest was...better off not mentioning but she should try her best to get a bra during this trip to say the least.

As she walked down the London streets, she thought she saw Nemo, and started to make her approach, her heart thumping in her chest, practically attempting to leap out of her throat, she nevertheless moved closer and smiled softly as she gently tapped the girl on the shoulder, it seemed weird seeing a new perspective on her, Sam was used to being slightly taller...but now they were about the same height it really felt weird.

"Uh...hi there." She said, almost having to stop herself from looking for the source of the voice, even that was different now and she had to adjust to hearing. "H-h...how are you today?" She gently lifted up her phone and a little card to show it was actually Sam and not some random girl.

Sam sighed as he entered his flat, it was still as awful as ever. Being the cheapest he could find it wasn’t ever going to be much honestly, but it was still a place to live. He doubted the landlord had ever visited outside of the showing people in, no one ever went for viewings he supposed. He hated this place, it was terrible, it was damp, likely infested with something. And things had gone missing, but it was his. He didn’t own it, but it was still his own place to live, his own place to be himself, no one was watching. A lie most likely, he had nothing to put credence to his theories but he was fairly certain there were holes watching everywhere, he didn’t doubt he had no privacy. But he could pretend. Pretend that it was his solace after all, his sanctuary for now.

He had some money now! It wasn’t a huge amount, but it was still an amount and helped greatly, far better then the £50 he was given monthly by his mother, ultimately the job was something completely unexpected he would ever do, he had used the Knight Bus several times, namely because he cannot apparate, nor was it something he wanted to do. And while he was decent on a broom, it was hard to not fly a broom, it wasn’t ideal for long distance or for comfort, or transporting. The Knight Bus had helped him so much, especially after he had run away from home, taking all his main possessions with him as he started his journey.

But he never really expected, or though about, being the conductor of the Knight Bus. It also always seemed like it would be a really difficult job, predominantly due to the motion of the bus itself and the lurchedness of it all, with sudden stops, starts, momentum. But surprisingly it was easy for him to catch onto. He was given a couple of days training on how to do his job, given some tips to do so, most helpful was a spell to help himself self orient and right with the bus itself. That had been a lifesaver as it meant he could pour drinks and transport them without someone getting a lethal dose of creamer all over them.

It was a job, and it was making money, it was something he could do. And it helped him, it gave him a chance to talk to people, it gave him a chance to make drinks, and it let him travel. He also overhead gossip, he was never really one for gossip, but it was always interesting to listen to as the bus went about, and so far he thinks he is doing well. He’s only spilt someones hot chocolate once, and was due to a particularly nasty stop that even veteran Knight Bus passengers stumbled upon when it happened. He thinked people liked him, he atleast appeared friendly anyway, which he thinks is better then some previous conductors. Some had mentioned a Stan Shunpike being a conductor and later a Deatheater, that is a bit too far of a career change for Sam to ever want to go to down.

But Sam was home now, he was being paid weekly, which he preferred, especially when he didn’t think he would be able to survive long enough to get a paycheck on a monthly payout, its not like he can’t survive on a budget of about £5 a week, but he really did not think he’d survive a job and that.

He took off the jacket and hat, placing them on-top of his dresser and waving his wand to get them perfectly pressed and folded. Followed by a switching spell to have himself change from the remaining work uniform with a set of comfy jogging trousers and a hoodie he had on his dresser, he had learned not to put anything in the dresser itself. One time he opened it to find his clothing gone and replaced by a snake. Upon slamming shut and reopening again neither were there, since losing the underwear inside he had refused to put anything inside of them again. Instead keeping on the dresser or in his trunk, it helped with if he was to be evicted or quickly moving out for when the time comes eventually. Hopefully he can afford to move out soon.

Sam stretched himself and put down his shopping, he had decided to splash out, now with money he can afford things! Like actual food! It was amazing what an actual budget per week allowed him to buy. He quickly put away the food he had, genuinely surprised that cockroaches did not leave the cabinets or his magical fridge, but then its not as if they had any food to actually eat inside either as he lived off of bread half the time. Most excited of all was that he used a muggle food store and managed to get himself some good quality ice cream, a luxury that he hadn't been able to have for nearly a year now.

But his main happiness was in new clothes, a mixture of things, some being casual clothes to replace those he didn’t bring with him when he left home, himself considering those now lost as he didn’t want to return home, they didn’t want him, even his mother sending him money was more out of curtesy and to keep him away he reckoned. He wasn’t even sure if his stuff would of even remained or if they’d sold them already, it had been a year.

He pulled out a couple of items, he smiled and started to change, impatient to try them on, one of the items he wanted to see the effects of it himself, being a bra with a few...enchantments, typically assumed for a girl with a smaller...size. The woman at the counter gave him a gentle smile as he bought it, he wasn’t sure if its encouraging or somewhat mocking but he made sure to leave quickly. He dressed himself quickly in the full outfit he had purchased,

He finished and stood himself infront of the mirror, wearing[1] a black mid length skirt, with black tights, a white top with a black leather jacket. He stared at himself for awhile, before his knees went weak followed by him starting to cry, his heart pounding in joy as he felt like himself for once.

He spent half an hour in this state, euphoric in his body, even so far as the size gained to his upper half from the enchanted clothing. Everything felt...right, but he knew he couldn’t stay like this forever, as much as he wanted to, he had things he still needed to do. For a start eat, having not had anything to eat for the previous day.

So with a regretful sigh he stood himself up, wiping away at the tears and relieved he hadn’t put on makeup as of yet, less it smears down him. Maybe next time he goes out, for now it was an outfit he will certainly wear again, potentially even in public, with a hope he would look okay doing so, just the idea of people staring frightened him, what if people could tell? They wouldn’t accept? He thought he looked cute in it, he loved the outfit, but would others?

Slowly he cast a switching spell again, placing the clothes into his trunk with other similar clothing, and with a sigh he wiped the remains of moisture from his eyes. Going over to the potentially explosive oven and turning it on, he prepared a pizza and smiled as he put it inside. Prepared with a new book to read while he waited and to spend the evening with, just a shame the flat didn't even have a bath to let him relax, just the somewhat mouldy old bed.

Things seemed to be turning out alright for him, hopefully soon he can get a proper place to live. but things were looking hopeful for him in the future.

1.	Inspired by this picture I found thanks to Nuri's suggestion of Tokyo Street Fashion! Thank you Nuri!

He'd found himself going in circles, on a loop, as if things were set to repeat in a cycle over and over, of course it wasn't. But his actions did repeat, everyone else's lives seemed to go on as per normal, his however was set to repeat. His routine was the same, just with slightly different places. He would wake up, clean, dress, go out, check on places he had applied to for work, potentially apply for work, wander diagon, visit a few shops, go home, have his only meal of the day, go to bed. Repeat. The shops may change now and then to be different places, the places he visits may change, but it was the same core loop. Never ceasing no matter how he tried it would repeat.

Some may say its some divine will, or that there is a plan for it. Some may suggest he needs radical changes, others that there is no breaking. But ultimately it wouldn't change until his luck did, then he gets caught on another loop, but at the very least it would be a more productive one for him to go off of. This loop was brought about from a lack of work, atleast with work he has room to go to places and means he is going somewhere. He supposed everyone had a loop, you couldn't escape it. Everyone was bound to repeat, even those who constantly move, never staying in the same place longer then a few days, ultimately they're in a loop also.

But today his loop found him in a nice spot, it found him to the music shop, the place was comforting, it wasn't the same sort of busy as Alohomocha, while it had business it was alot more relaxed, no matter how relaxed Alohomocha was, it was a coffee shop, everyone was going about their business even if that business was to be off of business. Whereas here it was business, but only for those working, morel like a hangout then a business, a hangout that had a business? That seemed more appropriate.

Sam had no musical talent in himself, or as far as he knew, primary school he learned to play hot cross buns and busy bees on a piece of plastic, his dad was against such things as music, still believing AC DC to be devil worshippers so he didn't get to learn much, he was aware of the existence of guitars and that covered the extent of his knowledge, but he has heard some songs he did like and he liked the sound of music. He admitted it helped that the store didn't seem against just hanging around, even if he just sat or stood by himself in a corner it felt nice to relax somewhere with people, as much as he liked having a place of his own, it was very much a place he wants to spend the least amount of time in.

He did his usual, he entered, went to check a random record bin, not really sure what he would pull up, and neither being able to afford anything, or have anything to play it on, he didn't even have a wireless so his ability to listen to music was severely hampered, but he liked seeing what they had, maybe one day he'd be able to listen to them. Today he tried for foik rock music, me wanted to spend a fair amount of time here, it was nicer then just wandering diagon like a puppy. So that meant that when he had his fill of just looking randomly through things he would go to a seat and just pretend he's doing something as he watches people. There is one person he's seemed to have spotted a few times, not just in the store, she seemed to certainly work here but he swears he's seen her in other places, likely heading to and from home.

But his sitting and watching, trying not to seem paranoid or creepy as he looks at the person he swears he's seen elsewhere was later. For now it was looking at...what sort of sound could silence make? That title makes no sense!

Sam had been having a great day, who doesn't love wandering about London going to every single bar and store that has a sign up for work, handing in his CV and none of them really trusting you for not having a phone and turning you down. He didn't really care about working in a muggle place, the Goblins at Gringotts can exchange money for you from muggle to wizard so it wouldn't be bad to go to a muggle place for work if he could, but he got alot of strange looks when his CV had essentially nothing on it except the school he went to until he was 10. So that was great. He was even dressed nicely for the day! Wearing a blue button up shirt and black trousers, sure it wasn't most professional but it should of worked for bars! Thats like, all they ever wear! He thinks.

Now he was going into alleys hoping there are some obscure pubs and bars that are nice places, like one of those weird little hole in the wall bars or new wave places. So far doing so he has found some angry stares, a few dogs barking at him and atleast down one street a nice person asked if he wanted a good time, he was looking for work though and didn't know what types of games they were interested in so there was little chance both of them would have a good time. Nor did he really want to watch TV and he certainly couldn't have any drinks, but he didn't know why they would ask in an alley if you wanted to play monopoly with them. That never leads to a good time only arguments.

Eventually he found himself in residential areas, there must be stores around here right? Or local pubs that might hire him! He saw atleast one down the end of a road and headed in.

Clutching a CV paper he looked around at the old state of the place, how ancient was it? He didn't know that any muggle would let their place come to be like this unless they were some weird old man who plays the flute after every order. The peeling portraits and redwood furnishings, why was there a giant mirror behind the bar? Was it to add some weird vibes during the busy hours and make it look busier or some old trend to match the place?

Almost transfixed by the mirrors and as its the best place to ask a member of staff, since there is likely to be one there. He headed up to the bar.

"Hello?" He asked in a soft and gentle tone. Almost as if worried if he made too much noise a ceiling beam would collapse down.

Sam had only been back in London for a day, now his second day back in the UK he was already relaxing back into it. Yesterday had been getting a cheap flat on very short notice, he probably was getting ripped off badly by the landlord, everything smelt faintly of old and damp, it was small and dingy, but he could afford it and it was his, which was a great thing for him. Then it had been trying to get food shopping done on minimum amount, was it a healthy diet? No, would it be edible? Dubious, but he has food, at the very least there was tea, milk and bread and as such he had something to survive on.

But he had managed to sort out his money, he had little but he'd survived on less and managed to do alot, he was somewhat able to balance his money and as such, he figured he could afford a coffee, or tea, or hot chocolate, or one of the million types of drinks available. Obscuro Mochaccino was sounding good, ooh and he likely had enough to buy a cake or baked good! He had enough to get both!

Although he was worried about going out, he figured to himself it was unlikely he was to meet anyone he knew, for a start it was a work day and he didn't have a job yet, and as such it was unlikely right? And there's thousands of people in london, even with Diagon being a small part of London and most magical kind being around, there are still a thousand easily so being spotted or running into one of the few would be unlikely, besides who would remember him?

But as he walked into the cafe he forgot about that as he took in the smells and sight of the place, the mixture of the coffee beans, the heat, different types of milks, the chairs, everything blended together and was just like he last remembered, it was hard to forget for him, mostly because it felt safe and cozy for him to be in. Did it smell faintly of horse? The sight of everything, it had only been a year of him leaving, but it felt like nothing had changed, atleast to him. It was relaxing to have something he knew after having so long of nothing being set.

Unfortunately he found himself getting too engrossed with the sights and...horsey smell, along with memories that he was not looking at where he was going...in the slightest. After several steps of not watching he came to an abrupt stop and THUMP as he bumped into somoene, he desperately attempted to keep himself up but ultimately, he ended up on his backside as he couldn't keep his balance.

Your Nickname: Akira/Gris
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Full Character Name: Sam Forester
Character Birthday & Age: 4th of May 1992 (19, 14/05/1992)
City & Country of Birth: Tintagel, Cornwall, England
Blood Purity: Muggleborn
Alma Mater: Hogwarts, Hufflepuff
Job/Position: Unemployed

Wand: 10 inch Hawthorn wand with a Unicorn hair core, the grip for it is gently smoothed to fit a hand comfortably but not noticeable unless held, with 3 inches after that having a wooden coil wrapping around the wand.

Physical Description:
Sam possess a more feminine over masculine build, and his dress style leans heavily into a tomboyish appearance that emphasises this further

From feet to top of his head, he stands about 5ft 6. With his hair, originally cream blond but cut fairly short, he’s since changed it to a midnight blue and has let it grow out down to his ears. He does however keep his blue eyes clear from the hair.

Usually he likes to go about in large clothing, a size too big for him so he has the extra room and comfort inside the clothing, and to hide his shape from. Taking to large hoodies in dullish colours, sticking to grey or deep blue half the time. Its not that he doesn’t like colours, just he prefers to hide and not stick out. Even when he does wear clothes to stick out he prefers to take ones that better blend in, going for bright, but still muted colours, preferring blues, pinks and purples, over traditionally brighter colours.

Either due to what he use to wash their clothing or shower with, he always smell at least faintly of apples.

Post Transition Appearance:
Sam now stands shorter then she was before, being at 5ft 2 over her previous 5ft 6 is an adjustment she is still getting used to, along with the changes to her frame being more curved then she was before and certainly more top heavy then she was before, even if it is still less so then most other girls her age would be.

Her hair has gone from its traditional blond, or the blue most now knew her for, into more of a chestnut colour with the strands now reaching past her shoulders behind her,  her eyes have also now changed from the blue previously to a brown aswell, which is something she found odd when first seeing herself in the mirror.

Her movements while not exactly noticeable in a crowd, if viewed by themselves seem almost thought over rather then natural, as if she is not used to herself, and while not exactly offensive or often noticeable, she frequently smells of perfumes or more traditionally feminine fragrances as she seems to be experimenting with what she likes for herself, as seen in her fashion style that ranges from traditionally feminine clothing, to tomboyish or baggy clothing almost like a pendulum.

Personality Description:
Sam tends to be rather shy and closed off, Often ending up by himself instead of spending time with others, it was not that he was unlikeable, he is often soft spoken and nervous when in a conversation. This isn’t to say he is always like this, it takes time for him to gain confidence with people but he will often break contact with that person before reaching that point, believing himself to be dragging the person down and shutting himself off from them. Often staying in contact but killing most chances at friendship.

With his Grand Tour he has become somewhat more confident in himself, now starting conversations, and coming somewhat more to terms with himself, feeling uncomfortable with himself he met others who helped somewhat, making him more comfortable with the more androgynous or feminine he appeared. He feels more confident and happier when appearing feminine. Although he doesn’t know why, and is still very insecure with himself, he knows it makes him happy and believes that once he is happier, then he can figure himself out properly.


History:
Sam was born to a working muggle family, his father is a builder while his mother is a cook. Both believe you won’t go anywhere or achieve anything if you don’t do hard work, As Sam grew up in school, his father kept talking about how he didn’t need to know half the subjects, all he needed was to learn a trade and he would be set for life doing a “real mans job.”

He learned to keep to himself around his father, whenever he opened up with problems he would be berated for being weak. His mother was more sympathetic but always busy or too tired from long working hours. Meaning he couldn’t rely on her often to be there.

When he received his letter for Hogwarts, he was almost unable to go due to his father refusing to allow him to attend some make believe nonsense that would only make him softer. However eventually he managed to convince his mother to let him go. This followed through the years with the mother taking him off while his father refused to even acknowledge anything of the school.

When he went to Hogwarts, he was sorted into Hufflepuff. Feeling like he didn’t belong he stayed silent by himself, making only a couple of friends who he would be with, but always feeling like he was a weight on them, that they had to leave other friends spend time with him. He never exactly excelled in class, if he pushed himself he could do well but he was never confident enough in himself to do so.

He became more reclusive and shut himself off from others during his 6th year, after he attempted to confess to another student, he turned down Sam and further on mocked him. Causing Sam to close up almost completely from people. In doing so however he did assert himself more to studies, receiving an Exceeds Expectations in Transfiguration and CoMC, with passes on DaDA, Charms and Potions in his NEWTS.

Once returned home, his parents pushed immediately for him to “leave that make believe world” to learn a trade and become a hard worker like his father. After multiple arguments with his parents that he wouldn’t give up the magical world. He ran, going on a Grand Tour to find himself and what to now do he was out of Hogwarts.

Over his year abroad he tried to become more accustomed with himself and to open up more, finding ways to be happy and things he liked. Taking the odd job as he wandered the world he eventually started to run out of money, causing him to return, however still unsure what he wants to do with his life, he figured he could move back, and hopefully no one remembered him. Allowing him to start a new life as if he never existed.

Now in London again, he has rented the cheapest living arrangements possible for himself, now hunting for any sort of work he can to get off the small amount of money his mother, although disapproving of his choice to stay in the wizarding world, is sending him to ensure he is able to eat something. With no real plan, he figures if he can get work he can find out what he wants to be.


Describe your job duties and how you go about them:
Professional Job Hunter, looking for work. Otherwise loitering as best he can in Diagon Alley.

Elaborate on your expertise in your field:
He's 19

Writing Sample:
Sam's heart fluttered briefly with joy, not only was he back in England, but he managed to get a place in Knocturne for cheap, although in that dark alley he could afford it, it was his to live in aslong as he paid rent. But it meant a palace to himself, he would be out of sight of people and free to do as he wished. He could sleep in until 9am! He could appear as he wanted to! No more parents shouting at him for not working hard enough, for not being enough for them. He can finally be his own person.

Even the sight of the place wasn't enough to take the freedom away from him, it smelt of damp and was gloomy, not the place he wanted to live in forever. But it was a start! A start at a new life! There was a dripping sound, and it took him to find the small kitchen area as to what it was! It was hard to call it a kitchen however, it was more his bedroom and living room in one go. The moth eaten curtains blearily shed waning light over it, a double bed in a corner of a smallish room, enough for two or three to stand side by side with their arms out. Then a single lonesome table with a couple of chairs, being held together by strings stood to the sides of them. And the kitchen, a couple of cabinets with a burned oven and dulled sink.

None of it would be forever, he'd find a better place in time, but it was his to live and do what he wanted within reason with. And for that, he was happy. He slowly opened up his trunk and set it down, the same one from Hogwarts, still with its Hufflepuff badge proudly displayed on the lock. But with some new additions inside of it. He got to work setting his clothes out, some trousers, a nice shirt, underwear, a skirt, a hoodie, swimming trunks if he ever went to water.

"A new life, free to go wherever, no restrictions, no Hogwarts, no one who may recognize me. Now where to start." He mused, soft as a whisper.

Sum up your character in one paragraph:
Nervous and shut in hufflepuff from a "real workers" muggle family who went on a grand tour for a year to find himself. Wants to start things over like he is a new person, but is otherwise unsure on what he wants in life or anything about himself which is resulting in an internal conflict over what he wants or how he identifies, but knows that being seen as anything but a boy makes him happy and comfortable.