Ezanora Alkins
- Status:
- Wizard born
- Birthday:
- 23 Nov 2011
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- Godric's Hollow, England
- Function:
- First year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 31,4 cm chestnut wood and unicorn hair
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Story:
23/08/2011
My name is Ezanora Alkins and my story begins in a picturesque village nestled in the rolling hills of the English west countryside, right left after Church Lane, in Godric's Hollow
From as long as I can remember, there was something different about me - a magic dancing at my fingertips, whispering secrets in the wind. A power that made me... slightly different, in a way. It was quite a marvelous thing, really, but a dangerous one as well. I don't know why, but I felt the urgent need to hide it, to fake normality. So, I buried it, deep down into my soul, so no one would know.
However, as I got older, I longed for something more - a place where I could truly belong, where my gift would be valued rather hidden. So I started dreaming of a place, a safe one, a special one, one for people like me.
Of course, it wasn't until I received my Hogwarts letter that the word "magic" came to my mind to define my talent. I later found out why: My parents despised it, the magic world, their own magic bloodline... They simply hated the mere concept of magic, and all that went with it (Quite ironic, for a wizard couple, isn't it?). The reason? I guess I'll never know, they disowned me once I received my letter. But that's okay, I never really had a close relationship with them anyways.
But let's get back to my story:
Doing some research, to entertain my fantasy, wasn't easy. I don't know why, or how, but I think the wind started whispering in my ears, like a faint yet familiar melody, telling tails of wonder and magic, and above all, of a glorious name, with a capital name: Hogwarts.
As the day passed, my excitement grew, heightened by the stories of great adventures and fascinating lessons that awaited me beyond the castle's walls. Each night, before going to sleep, I couldn't help but think about Hogwarts. Was it just a dream? just the fruit of my imagination, of my mind so desperate to escape from a life that was too calm and too monotonous? Yet I still wanted to believe in it, I had to believe.
You can't even imagine the rollercoaster of emotions I went through when receiving my letter. I don't even have the words to describe it.
Shock, Elate, Surprise, Intense Happiness,
Disbelief, maybe?
As the time of my departure approached, I knew deep down that Hogwarts would not just be my school, but my home - a place where I could finally spread my wings among people like me.
And so, there I am: a ten years old child, with a wand in her hand and dreams in her heart, ready to embark on the greatest adventure of her life.
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Physical/mental description:
Age: 10 and a half
Height: 144 cm
Hair color: Red
Eye color: Green
We all know this ordinary girl, discreet, not too pretty, and not too funny. The kind who hides in the shadows, alone, and unknown.
Well, that girl is me.
People don't usually care when I am here - they don't really care either when I'm not. The truth is, I don't want, or try, to make myself likable. Quite the opposite, actually.
Red curly hair, and emerald eyes, with freckles spreading like an infection all over my face. I usually wear my uniform normally, perfectly as we are told too.
In class, I do the same. I am the perfect little girl they want me to be - straight A student with spotless report cards.
I don't need friends. But I can be nice when I want to.
For me, I am smart and brave, and that is it. Everything after this is a disguise, a mask, as I never learnt how to be myself. The truth is, I don't think I even know the real me. Hopefully, Hogwarts will bring me answers.
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First Instance of Magic:
I vividly remember the first time my magic manifested, when I was 2 - though at that time, I thought it was a mere accident - and it started with water. Gallons of it actually. In a huge fountain.
There was this girl, I think her name started with an N, or was it an L?
I don't know, but the point is, in kindergarten, she used to call me a freak. Whenever I would approach her, she would scream and run away, saying I was a witch and that I would contaminate her. I guess she was right after all! (Except for the contamination part). I didn't really care, as I was perfectly happy reading on the grass, next to the fountain.
But on that day, she made a big mistake. Laughing at me is okay, but wet my book? No, that I couldn't accept. My face turned as red as my hair, as I clenched my fists and closed my eyes. I could feel it: just a tiny spark, making my blood boil in my veins, and I instinctively knew what to do.
Of course, this empowering feeling disappeared as quickly as it came, when opening my eyes... I had kind of submerged the playground with water? And the whole school with it too.
Let's just say it didn't help my reputation there, but at least the girl now left me alone.
And the worst part is, I ruined my book.
***
Story:
23/08/2011
My name is Ezanora Alkins and my story begins in a picturesque village nestled in the rolling hills of the English west countryside, right left after Church Lane, in Godric's Hollow
From as long as I can remember, there was something different about me - a magic dancing at my fingertips, whispering secrets in the wind. A power that made me... slightly different, in a way. It was quite a marvelous thing, really, but a dangerous one as well. I don't know why, but I felt the urgent need to hide it, to fake normality. So, I buried it, deep down into my soul, so no one would know.
However, as I got older, I longed for something more - a place where I could truly belong, where my gift would be valued rather hidden. So I started dreaming of a place, a safe one, a special one, one for people like me.
Of course, it wasn't until I received my Hogwarts letter that the word "magic" came to my mind to define my talent. I later found out why: My parents despised it, the magic world, their own magic bloodline... They simply hated the mere concept of magic, and all that went with it (Quite ironic, for a wizard couple, isn't it?). The reason? I guess I'll never know, they disowned me once I received my letter. But that's okay, I never really had a close relationship with them anyways.
But let's get back to my story:
Doing some research, to entertain my fantasy, wasn't easy. I don't know why, or how, but I think the wind started whispering in my ears, like a faint yet familiar melody, telling tails of wonder and magic, and above all, of a glorious name, with a capital name: Hogwarts.
As the day passed, my excitement grew, heightened by the stories of great adventures and fascinating lessons that awaited me beyond the castle's walls. Each night, before going to sleep, I couldn't help but think about Hogwarts. Was it just a dream? just the fruit of my imagination, of my mind so desperate to escape from a life that was too calm and too monotonous? Yet I still wanted to believe in it, I had to believe.
You can't even imagine the rollercoaster of emotions I went through when receiving my letter. I don't even have the words to describe it.
Shock, Elate, Surprise, Intense Happiness,
Disbelief, maybe?
As the time of my departure approached, I knew deep down that Hogwarts would not just be my school, but my home - a place where I could finally spread my wings among people like me.
And so, there I am: a ten years old child, with a wand in her hand and dreams in her heart, ready to embark on the greatest adventure of her life.
***
Physical/mental description:
Age: 10 and a half
Height: 144 cm
Hair color: Red
Eye color: Green
We all know this ordinary girl, discreet, not too pretty, and not too funny. The kind who hides in the shadows, alone, and unknown.
Well, that girl is me.
People don't usually care when I am here - they don't really care either when I'm not. The truth is, I don't want, or try, to make myself likable. Quite the opposite, actually.
Red curly hair, and emerald eyes, with freckles spreading like an infection all over my face. I usually wear my uniform normally, perfectly as we are told too.
In class, I do the same. I am the perfect little girl they want me to be - straight A student with spotless report cards.
I don't need friends. But I can be nice when I want to.
For me, I am smart and brave, and that is it. Everything after this is a disguise, a mask, as I never learnt how to be myself. The truth is, I don't think I even know the real me. Hopefully, Hogwarts will bring me answers.
***
First Instance of Magic:
I vividly remember the first time my magic manifested, when I was 2 - though at that time, I thought it was a mere accident - and it started with water. Gallons of it actually. In a huge fountain.
There was this girl, I think her name started with an N, or was it an L?
I don't know, but the point is, in kindergarten, she used to call me a freak. Whenever I would approach her, she would scream and run away, saying I was a witch and that I would contaminate her. I guess she was right after all! (Except for the contamination part). I didn't really care, as I was perfectly happy reading on the grass, next to the fountain.
But on that day, she made a big mistake. Laughing at me is okay, but wet my book? No, that I couldn't accept. My face turned as red as my hair, as I clenched my fists and closed my eyes. I could feel it: just a tiny spark, making my blood boil in my veins, and I instinctively knew what to do.
Of course, this empowering feeling disappeared as quickly as it came, when opening my eyes... I had kind of submerged the playground with water? And the whole school with it too.
Let's just say it didn't help my reputation there, but at least the girl now left me alone.
And the worst part is, I ruined my book.
***