Absit Omen RPG

She knew...his name...he had to admit it took him back a little, after all they hadn't spoken before, so her knowing his name was a bit of a shock. But she gave her own and was nice so far, although it could go like the vampires, but this was a chill place, so she must be fairly chilled right? He'd seen her down Knocturne and that was worrying...or it could of been another blond wix...the hair always made it difficult to tell, and everyone had hoods up or heads down! But he lived down shady areas of Knocturne, so he must look more worrying.

"Uh..yeah. I'm Sam..." He confirmed with a small headnod, she looked quite a bit younger then him, should she be in Hogwarts? Had they met in Hogwarts which is why she knows his name? It was possible but then he should know hers. Well he did now. It was Nemo...like the fish? He remembered seeing it once, it was an orange fish and he was kidnapped as his father started a race around the world followed by a woman with short term memory loss...he thinks. He hasn't seen many movies, his parents didn't like it and Hogwarts isn't good for watching films.

"Its nice to meet you." He said a little more confidently and offered his hand forwards slowly. That was a thing people did right?

"I've seen you also...around I mean, like...in places...not that I'm following you! Just like about the place in general!"

Sam flinched and took a few steps back at the sudden...abruptness of it. He had annoyed them! He didn't mean to do that! They must just have alot on their plate right now without him being awkward, it wasn't the first time..he was always an annoyance to people and never worked well with groups or people in general, he had grown used to it, but he didn't want to annoy them! They had enough in their life...unlife? To go with let alone him pestering them.

"I-i'm so sorry! Its just I met this one..vampire before while travelling europe...and I was wondering whether to ask as he said that some... may offer to pay...for...feeding..." He wrapped both of his arms around himself and looked down at the ground, he didn't mean to blurt it out but they were getting annoyed and he didn't want to leave a bad impression! But he knew it was a personal thing and..

"I...i'm so sorry...it is just... I wasn't sure if to ask... as i didn't know...if it would be rude...." He quickly wiped at his eyes with a finger before adding on quietly, although he was aware they would be able to hear him. "I don't have much money right now...and so didn't know if to ask as you both seem...nice..."

A vampire establishment? He had found a vampire bar? How? He was just stumbling around london aimlessly looking for work and he'd just found himself a vampire den! Well, wouldn't be a den would it? Just a place where vampires are, doesn't mean a den. Unless everywhere that they hang out is a den which just seems...like a logistical nightmare really, how would you manage them if everyone has a den? Or are dens just where they hang out like how some people call their homes a crib? It didn't matter either way he had found a vampire place, so that was good right?

She was gesturing towards the mirror, which showed off...oh...he was feeling very out of place, he wasn't so much worried about the vampires, why would he be? They seemed nice? After all he just walked in and started asking for a job without even knowing what the place was, fact he wasn't kicked out or mocked, to him, made them seem nice. And he didn't have a reason to fear them, vampires aren't monsters, they were people, so they wouldn't have a reason to attack him.

He was intruding on their home, there were other wix there, he could see them in the mirror, which creeped him out a little at being able to see through people with a mirror, but they could be here by invite or be friends, he wasn't in either group. She did say mostly but that may just be for him to not feel that bad?

Someone else was speaking now, seeing him with his...black eyes and...Sam had to clear his head quickly, hating that his cheeks heated for every even remotely good looking man who spoke to him, but he managed to get over it and nodded. The markets, maybe, during the day. It was a lead and that was good enough! Vampires were nice and helpful!

"Uh..th-...thank you..." He said in response, it would be rude not to! But that brought up another question that he had, if any would pay for...feeding...despite being sort of sure it was a way to make money it started seeming fairly rude to ask, after all they couldn't help that they needed feeding off blood and it must of been a sensitive issue right? He'd only met one vampire before and they got very angry whenever anyone pricked themselves.

Although he wanted to leave, and the man said to move on, he started deliberating in his head over whether to ask the question or not, shifting from one foot to another slowly as he gently bit his bottom lip.

He nearly dropped a record when the witch first shouted, after a second he had recovered before she had decided to shout again, was it her? He didn't catch her shouting...but it sounded from that direction and she had stopped reading her magazine by the looks of it. He did a good double take of the place as he looked around the shop for anyone who could of made such a voice, or seemed to not be doing anything...why were people shouting at him?

Were people even shouting for him? Maybe it was for someone else?...he wasn't a prince, the little part was...fine sure he wasn't that big for a person. But why would he be a prince? He's never even been a frog! He almost got turned into stuff at Hogwarts, one time being threatened into turning into a dog and let loose in the woods. It was not a pleasant thought, but made up alot of his time at hogwarts.

He very carefully put the record he was holding down back where he found it, doing his best to make sure it was like he wasn't there, not that he took anything but he didn't want it to be out of order, the place was like an organized chaos and he didn't want to really ruin that. And it must be annoying when people just abandon things in the wrong section right?

Sam awkwardly went up to the counter and the blond haired witch. "Uh hi, sorry...where you shouting at me? Or was it someone else?" He asked softly, almost whispering as if worried he would disrupt others going about their day. "If it even was me that was being shouted at."

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!

He was about to answer the bartender about drinks, her may have enough money for a pint, but not muggle money, even after spilling drinks at Alohomocha, he had reassessed his money, he wasn't eating much so he didn't have to spend much on food, so he could afford a drink or two, although depended on how much a shot of vodka was in the drink. But he stopped himself with a flinch as the glass magically moved to the persons hand!

It was a magical bar! That gave him a much better chance of atleast not being immediately kicked out when they saw the terrible CV. Although he didn't see a wand and if you were using a wand then it would just be easier to grab the glass, so they were very skilled in wandless magic, was that one of the things for the bar? That everyone was able to do wandless magic to get objects so that they can serve or clean up? Or was it just this bartender was skilled at it and just could naturally pull it off now?

"O-oh...thats a relief. I thought it was...a muggle place...location and all." He said quietly before doing his best to straighten his shirt and clear his throat to sound better, he needed to be more confident to help get a job didn't he?

"I was wondering if you were looking for additional staff at all? I have some experience in bars...I pulled a few pints in Germany and cleaned tables, I can do any hours that are needed, even the late night shifts." He thought he sounded somewhat confident, even with his voice remaining soft. He was happy he got it all out in one mostly unbroken go. He had a somewhat good feeling!

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.

Vampire bait? Was it not ok to feed for vampires? There are blood donations aren't there? Whats wrong with from the source? Or was she just a bit against vampires, in a sense he can understand why people would not be trusting of them, but he had no reason to be against them. Especially if they offered pay for his blood or other benefits, he'd read books where they did that! Kept them well and in turn they got to feed off the person. Of course he won't rely on it, there has to be better ways to get quick money but it seemed easy, like in muggle world where you donate blood and get a biscuit.

Speaking of which, he did get himself a brownie, his hands relaxed and put down his hot chocolate so he could take a bite, something sugary was something he needed and it was so great! This place didn't seem like the place for him, it was too good, everything was so nice and sweet! He already broke a drink, they aren't likely to hire him! Although the others did give him some ideas.

The menagerie could work well! Lots of animals, he did study animals! Maybe he can spend half the day petting cats, that would be a very nice job, but likely its cleaning messes that is the worst part of the CoMC classes. So that could work but may not be his preference, pubs and bars worked! As much as cursed pawn shop objects sounded interesting, he didn't want to be cursed, he's met some people with horrible curses on them and some weird ones. He didn't want to visit St Mungo's that frequently... But he could manage standing behind a bar and pouring drinks! Would have to be around drunks but he can get tips and maybe meet a cute guy!

"I'll ask around at bars I think, I could manage pouring drinks...I won't break them!" He added on quickly, he wouldn't spill or break them! Well he may spill one or two. Doing odd jobs now and then while travelling he learned how to pull a pint, you start tilting it as you get closer to the top so that you can get rid of the head...and once its full you clear the top with a straw or knife or something. Well anyway thats muggle way, magical may obviously be different, using magic to lift out the perfect amount of liquid and plop it into a mug? That would be really cool!

"But uh...just to be safe...do you know about any vampires who may...?" He tried to give a small twinge at the end as if it was both a question and a joke, although at this point he was aware it was looking like he was likely to do it. But its only to make sure he had his options there, even if he applied to every store and pub in London, its not guaranteed he will get a job at all.

Sam blew over his drink a little just to cool it down a bit then had a sip, with a satisfied nod a small smile formed. It was good! It wasn't a coffee but it was still very good! Did they add potions to the drinks to make them more appealing? He believed in some weird stuff, he had to being in the magical world, he believed in Veela, Nifflers, Grindylows, even mermaids were sort of real. And he swore he saw a giant squid in the lake at hogwarts! But how good drinks at Alohomocha were was something he struggled to believe.

"Uh, I'm new to Diagon sort of. I've been here a few times, but only for school supplies." He wrapped his fingers around the mug, fingers interlinking with eachother, this wasn't a great idea as his hands started to get slightly too hot, he hoped it cooled before it burnt his palms, why he decided to do this was partly unknown to himself, it just seemed like it may look good but he wasn't sure if it did.

She was offering help with Diagon! He knew the stores...and that was about it, if she was offering it would be good to take up the expert on the information, maybe it could help him find a job! Or just ways to make money, he could do with a boost to money even if he got a job, money in the future is good but he also needed money now. He wondered what he could do to get quick money, and then an idea came to him!

"Do you know if anywhere would be offering jobs? And..." His voice lowered a bit, he didn't know about laws but he knew about distrust and hatred and so would rather not ask too loudly. "Would any vampires or groups be willing to pay to drink from people?" He didn't mind the idea, he figured there are worse ways to make money, and if he's willing why wouldn't it be allowed?

Being on break, it made sense that she would be, she seemed like someone who would have a job, well, most people seemed like they would. Sam was the exception here by not having a job, especially since its still term time and this isn't Hogsmeade or the weekend so no students would be around. So yes he would be the exception. What she said though did make alot of sense, if the person she's working for isn't around, why should she?

But that meant he almost ruined her break! And that made him feel even more guilty, even if she was seeming fine with it, if it had gone slightly differently her entire break could be ruined and that could lead to a bad day!

And then she asked about him, he didn't think many places would really let people work in a hoodie, it was fairly unprofessional wear but maybe somewhere allowed it, or if he was on break he could of put it on for warmth, he probably could of chosen better clothes if he wanted warmth though. But if working indoors it may of made sense?

"I...am sort of on break?" Technically true, on break from work, in that he hasn't had a full time job, just odd jobs while travelling to ensure he didn't starve, but he was on a break from jobs. "I am on a break from jobs right now." He said somewhat more confidentially but still in a soft tone, it sounded better then unemployed at the very least didn't it?

She didn't seem angry! That was a positive for him, but it also just made him nervous about it, what if she wanted to lead him on and then humiliate him? She didn't seem that type but he's been wrong before about people and they've turned out worse or nicer, there's been some weird people who turned out nice! So it was very likely she would be nice! Even if she didn't use her wand to clean up the mess, may of just been to give them something to do or she didn't know how to clean it up? He would be confused about what to do with it also, he was confused about what to do also!

He shakily took himself up to the counter, he made sure to ask for an exact of what she had! And hoped that what he was given was it, even if she said she wanted a different drink, if it was another drink anyway, he broke that drink and she obviously wanted that one or she wouldn't of ordered it! No one would ask for stuff they know they wouldn't want, it just seemed wasteful and counter intuitive. She seemed to be offering a seat also so he asked for his order also, his budget could support it! Hopefully, probably, not, he doesn't need food every day right?

He carefully, VERY CAREFULLY! Carried both of their things back over to the table, he didn't want to spill both of their things! Or break hers again! It would be extremely bad if he did that, he may not even be able to afford bread if that happened. Getting a job quickly would be a fix to the issue but if he kept breaking things who would want to hire him? Probably someone who needs things broken, like for making the base of a cheesecake or bannofee pie, but would he be able to reliably break biscuits is another tedious and serious issue entirely.

Carefully! Or as carefully as he could, both sets of orders were placed down onto the table, with him taking the seat opposite as offered, if it was something bad going to happen, then why run, he'd broken her drink, and besides wasn't like he had anything better to do today. She had said her name, Abby, like a church? Is her name really church? Were there people called Church?

"i'm..." There must be names he can come up with to tell her, something that may help a little but she was being friend. "Sam." He settled to tell the actual name to her. "And again, I am so sorry. I sort of got stuck in...and then everything was feeling...and then I bumped and...I'm so sorry!" He attempted to apologize again.

Sam was reeling from falling down, but it came to him quickly! He had fallen, hit into someone that he then made spill their drink! Wait no! They had dropped it! And it smashed! Oh no this wasn't good, this wasn't good at all! He broke their drink, he didn't mean to! He just got distracted, and accidentally hit into them, but why wasn't she sing magic to clean it up and was instead going down to him? They could easily sort it, admittedly not exactly drink it but atleast they can repair it right? So why didn't she whip out her wand and wave it all about the place?

Wait and she was speaking to him now! Well, he expected her to, but he expected more shouting and anger that he broke their drink and spilt it all over the ground, especially if it was a special, by the looks of the stuff on the ground...they ordered multiple things...oh no this isn't good at all! He may of ruined their day! What has he done...

Break hearts not dishes? No that wasn't his thing, if anything he had his broken, and then mocked for it. It wasn't his thing, he wouldn't want to do that to someone! Why would he want to hurt someone that way? It was horrible, he became reclusive afterwards, well, more reclusive then before, it wasn't as if he was a beacon of friendship was it? Just trying to avoid everyone.

"U-uh...yes..I am alright." He said softly, nervously, his hands moving to get himself up off the ground and away from the spilled drink, he didn't want to get wet from it really either, although his shoes can manage with getting wet unlike hers, but he didn't quite want the skirt getting wet, it was awkward enough wearing it in public as it was let alone if it was to get damp!

Quickly flattening it so nothing got exposed at all, or atleast he hoped his fall was graceful. "I-i am so sorry! I really am! W-what did you order? I can get you another one! Please, anything I'm so sorry!" He didn't want his new start to be bad, he didn't mean to hit her, he had to offer a way to repay her!

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.

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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.