Hi people. Wanna do a Marauders Era Rp? (CLOSED)

(It also didn't help that mom Brooklynn had Brother Tyler when I was four, and I thought my dad hated my so much he was replacing me. My family history is dark.)

(Trust me, if you dad goes to prison and your best friend who is also your neighbor turns on you because her parents did and tell you it was your fault and ignores you for years, it would happen. I thought at four that I wasn't good enough for my dad, and that was why he was "making me better." But I'm getting better now that Mom Brooklynn married Mom Cadence. And my cousin is making progress with the voices in her head.)

(You were 4 back then and you remembered???)

(My first memory is from when I was one and a half)

“Indeed.” Asteria said, since she had no idea how to help.

(My first memory is from when I was one and a half)

(Dude how.)

(I have a photographic memory.)

(idk I've always had good long term memory)

(I get that

Just seems a bit

how do I say this

dramatic and romanticized)

//I mean it is a fictional story

But I get where you’re coming from

Let’s just rp ok

PM me any large concerns if you really feel like something should change :)

I’m trying to be responsible

Sorry I don’t really know how… that’s kinda sad actually… oh well

(How can your neighbor ignore you 'for years' when you're literally only four. You wouldn't remember them, and if they're the same age they don't really know how to do that)

(idk I've always had good long term memory)

(^claps^)

“Indeed.” Asteria said, since she had no idea how to help.

“Yep. You are okay.” Internally, Cato hates to admit, but he was thinking: please just pass out already, I can help you more then. Then he remembered: “Madam Pomfrey!”

“Hold crap you’re right, you should call her over.”

(Ignoring my entire family since I was four)

Well, Cato's wish was at least close to happening. Jay leaned weakly against the wall, almost having given up on his attempts to calm down. You're just a burden… now these poor people have to deal with you…

//I’m thinking that maybe we should tone down the drama rn

(Well then you wouldn't have been diagnosed with anxiety and depression at four if this all happened after you were four. And how could you be diagnosed if your father apparently hated you? It's unlikely you'd be taken to a specialist at that age to actually be diagnosed)

(Okay)

(thank you Turtle)
Cornelius picked up his bag before it was trampled. "Do you want some of this?"

(Well then you wouldn't have been diagnosed with anxiety and depression at four if this all happened after you were four. And how could you be diagnosed if your father apparently hated you? It's unlikely you'd be taken to a specialist at that age to actually be diagnosed)

(The worst stuff happened when I was four. But lets continuing RPing please, I'm not allowed to talk about it.)

Mel:……………………

(Whose turn is it? Is it mine?)

(YESSSSSSS!)

(MADAM POMFREY BETTER GET THE HECK OVER HERE OR SOMEONE'S GON DIE)
This? What is this? Jay glanced at Cornelius, feeling as though his skull was pressing down on his brain. His ears rang loudly and resonated throughout his head. After a minute or so, Jay collapsed against the wall, breathing again. He appeared to have fallen unconscious.

(Ya happy Cato?)

(;~;)

(Should I make up a roommate, or is someone sharing with me?)

(sigh)
Cornelius watched him as he slid down the wall. "Dude. You're okay. You're in a safe environment with people who won't hurt you. Chill."

(Idk)

(Well Sly have fun getting a response from that points at child)

(Lmao)