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Talent (1977 - Present)- Seer

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The Chiadovini tree first began in Renaissance Italy in the small-- yet soon to be flourishing-- city of Ferrara, where a young boy by the name of Leonardo Gian Arezzo, the youngest son of Sorrento Arezzo discovered his odd knack for fortune-telling, specifically in the realms of direct predictions of events and unfortunate events destined to occur. As was the case with most Pureblood families, the house, while respected, did not have much political sway, and in their pursuit of searching for a way to gain for themselves more power, the tree had more things to worry about than their youngest boy making dramatic foretellings of evils that would befall the Arrezo patriarch and the rest of their lineage. The lad had good use for the ability in his youth, for it was between tarot cards and palm divinations that that kept him vaguely sane: his father, Sorrento, too deeply engaged in the Pureblood politics and the concern of ever-growing heretical beliefs and culture; his elder brother, Vitelli, off fighting in the Habsburg–Valois Wars and investigating the font of magic which was rumored to have spouted in relative safety; Leonardo’s elder sister, whom he was too young to remember, had been a squib, disowned and rejected from the family; and his mother had died during his birth.

With the arrivals of the Habsburg–Valois Wars, and Vitelli being the age for a Muggle to partake in a soldier’s mantle, the family became that of Leonardo and Sorrento. Sorrento was oblivious to his child’s needs of a supportive parental figure, and left Leonardo in the capable hands of other Pureblood families and teachers. Unbeknownst to Sorrento, his son was beginning to express strange signs of magic; not in the typical way of a sudden outburst or supernatural event, but by the prediction of events that would take place a day later or the ability to sense the presence of a person or an incoming attack. Sorrento would learn too late that this was the next symptom of the traits of a seer making themselves known in the youngest child, on a night when Sorrento was asleep, and Vitelli off in another country waging war, Leonardo stole into his father’s bedroom, warned in what he would record for future generations as “An evil omen of mine personal demise should measures be left untaken.”, and made arrangements to flee Ferrara.

Hardly a preteen at the time, Leonardo stole away by side roads and wilderness passages to Venice, where he was received in turn by a coven of seers who recognized Leonardo’s abilities and had foreseen his coming. Training him in their ways and the honing of his abilities, Leonardo grew quickly and became one of their most powerful. When he was 21, he took for his bride Evangeline Vittoria Sylvius, the daughter of one of the elder Seers and a seer herself. When taking his name, Leonardo claimed that he would have no more ties to the Arezzo family, instead taking for himself the name of ‘Chiadovini’; the Clear Seer. He vowed that his lineage would never be tarnished with the muddy blood of the impure, as long as the name that he created survived

Thus, the Chiadovini seed planted its roots in the wizarding world. For the first few generations, with the presence of multiple Pureblood families who sought to keep their bloodline pure, the family found no difficulties in arranging marriages to keep the power in their family. As time passed, however, and with the rise of Mudbloods and other hybrid monstrosities of magical heritage, the Chiadovini family became disgusted and more guarded, deeply investigating their branches for weak members and for purity. Indeed, at the creation of the magical school of Hogwarts, the family eagerly partook in the first years of the English school, with every member unfailingly belonging to the house of Slytherin. It was here, the lineage hoped, that they would find fellow families to mingle within... but when more and more hybrids and Mudbloods began to fill ranks, the family turned to itself.

Paranoia of purity led the Chiadovini cult to turn to desperate thrusts to ensure their seer powers staying within their family. Over the generations, the tree began to express the mutation consequences of such actions: Gaunt, corpse-white skin; gleaming grey eyes, in some cases leading to blindness; and a penchant for sudden madness and psychological disorders were the punishment for these actions. Indeed, the youngest branch of this lineage, Leonardo Ricardo Chiadovini, named after the founder of the family, shares many his traits with his great, great, great, great, great grandfather of generations past. It is only because of his good fortune that his father, Ricardo Benvolio Chiadovini,— a product of such practices— married Guinevere Veronica Greene (who’s father was a seer as well), a fellow British Pureblood unrelated to the Italian Chiadovini line, that Leonardo Ricardo does not possess any negative side effects of his tainted heritage.

With grey eyes flashing, and unhealthily pale skin, without a doubt Leonardo belongs to the Chiadovini lineage as a Seer, the talent so desperately coveted in his cruel and corrupted family tree, his third eye present and active, both a blessing and a curse to his day to day life.

2nd Year Ability (1989)- Fearless

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From a very young age, Leonardo had come to realize that there was nothing to fear except fear itself. Surrounded by magical things ever since his birth, Leonardo had come to recognize and acknowledge the strange and bizarre as everyday. He had been educated of the impure Mudbloods, the Muggles who were oblivious to the magical world and did not deserve to live alongside wizard kind, and, —after Leonardo had revealed his childhood magic— that he would enroll and be educated in the famous School of Hogwarts just as his father had before him, and the father before him, and his father before him.

As such, when Leonardo partook in his first year of school, having been sorted into Slytherin, he felt that there was little that could shock him. He was swiftly proven wrong when he was overwhelmed by the sheer number of Mudbloods and Half-blood oddities that crawled about the school. This resulted in a bitter and withdrawn individual, who felt that he had been deceived by his father as far as the position of his blood type when compared to the rest of the unwashed masses. If the school accepted these undeserving commoners, then what was the purpose of keeping a heritage pure in order to preserve the magically powerful and naturally gifted?

Suffice to say, Leonardo’s first year had been frightening, if only because of the cold shock that he had received in schooling with the disgusting Mudbloods, both inside and outside his own house. Over the summer, Leonardo was determined to brace himself, preparing himself for anything else that the world could throw at him. He had been made ready for the magical world, so why could he honor prepare himself in the ways of his enemy’s world?

More quickly than he had imagined, his second year had rolled around, and this time the Italian Pureblood met his new, impure classmates with a grinning to bear it persona, interrogating the unassuming ones as to their lives outside the school, what things had led up to their discovery of magic and how they had even gained the reputation to enroll in the magical school in the first place. As Leonardo quickly discovered, it had been through selective and tracking methods... the owls, the professors informing the eleven year olds of their magic... Almost like his own experience... almost, but not quite.

They were not quite as different as the Pureblood had once made them out to be. They were of different worlds; one, enlightened and inured with magical practice and history, and the other belonging to the corrupted Muggle world, a world which desired to quash magic and a world that the wizards had to hide every indication of their magic from for fear of being discovered and fear of the consequences which came of such enlightenment.

Fear, fear, fear. Fear was what veiled, and fear was what turned away. Be he of Pureblooded or of Mudblood heritage, Leonardo was sure about one thing; that he would not be abashed by any knowledge or by any creature or by any event that he should undergo. Fear may have now claimed rulership over the minds of man, but Leonardo was determined to be a Fearless rebel in his own right.

He was going to give Fear a run for its own money.

4th Year (1991)- Advanced Casting

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The Slytherin Pureblood was a terribly fixated perfectionist, or perhaps a better word for it would be a fixated precisionist. Though he still had a penchant for accidentally causing his spells to backfire, he also had a penchant to cause them to become slightly more powerful than his contemporary fellows. There was a special flame that burned in Leonardo’s heart, an ambition that had been the cause of his sorting to the house of Slytherin. It was this flame that gnawed and pestered, encouraged and also degraded. It told him that he was not strong enough, that he had much to learn and still much more to grow.

He both hated and adored that flame; that yearning desire that was always seated in the pit of his stomach, that nagging voice not unlike his fathers, save for that it was perhaps a touch gentler, allowing him to grow and adapt as he saw himself fit. He enlisted himself in the Slytherin dueling team, and it was there that the flame kindled and burned ever-brighter, exploding outward in every spell that he cast. He actively searched for weak points in his opponents, every give that he could find and every opening that was projected, he took, assisted by eerie insight gifted him by his lineage.

His favorite standoffs were mono e mono, when there was no partner to defend his target. Pent up rage, as he came to realize the burning hunger to be, was what fueled his spells, perhaps a touch sadistic, perhaps a bit grim, but this was a sort of innocuous revenge, an innocent way to wreak havoc in a controlled, composed manner. Leonardo held nothing back in a duel, this empowered casting serving as a nail in his opponent’s coffins.

Practice, practice, and practice again, cast fuel upon the fire, and allow the blazing hearth to grow and flourish, the drive and the ambition culminating into a confident and powerful caster, eager to make his name known, and desiring nothing but the pride and appreciation of his father. Practice, practice, and practice, cast and cast, and fail, and then cast again. Continue no matter the consequences; feed the ambition and the power that comes with it.

Only a year after this revelation and harnessing of his powerful casting, the seer’s discovered that his spells would never backfire upon him again, his spellcasting abilities even more powerful that it had been before.

6th Year (1993)- Terrible Presence

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To his peers, Leonardo had never been affable or friendly to anyone in the slightest. Indeed, he had a tendency to keep enemies at an arm’s length and allies even farther away. It was not only because of his cold shoulder that he constantly possessed towards anyone he met, but it was also because of a certain latent aura that Leonardo had never realized that he possessed; an aura of chilly, unnatural fear. It was something that he hadn’t given much mind to, and indeed, he never noticed much around him unless it directly affected his own well-being or unless it involved his father’s commands.

Perhaps, now that he came to think about it, it was from his father that had instilled this chilly and unforgiving persona. Cold grey eyes would probe darkly, searching for an elusive thing that he could not put his finger upon. This craving for closure, for answers, was what made Leonardo intimidating, even when he was only passing by casually. The signs were minor at first, a chilly feeling in the atmosphere, a seeming dimming of the torches as his dark figure passed by. These feelings, as Leonardo began to recognize his own terrible presence, only intensified as the year drew on, as Leonardo felt less and less important in the school, overshadowed by the umbra of a certain Gryffindor.

This inferiority complex only intensified when the end of the year drew to a close, the integrity of the Slytherin house fading in favor of the Lion house. This bitterness caused this aura to become more and more powerful, this unsettling feeling that his eyes would exude as they settled upon the environment and the people around him. It wasn’t hatred of individuals, for he had realized from a young age that people were especially good stepping stones; springboards for his own personal pursuits. This aura of intimidation would see him through in any pursuit that he undertook; whether in dueling to intimidate or frighten an opponent out of their focus, or socially, to serve as a chilling reminder that he was the assertive and powerful one in any situation that he found himself a part of.

This was the power of a placid countenance, a look which struck fear into the hearts into even the most bold, a presence which could inspire terror at even his approaching. He never tried to hide it, nor did he want to. Indeed, there was a part of Leonardo that believed that even if he had wanted to lessen the frightful ness of his very presence he wouldn’t be able to. Thus was the consequence of such temperament, but it was a consequence that Leonardo was more than pleased with, especially if it meant that people would be more leave him in peace in order to avoid being sickened by his very presence.

Adult Skill (2002 - Present)- Occlumens

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Ollivander claimed that his wand was fit for a wizard gifted in divination and Legilimency. Leonardo was a seer, Divination being in his very blood. If his wand was especially meant for the art of invading and perceiving thoughts, then why shouldn’t he attempt to master the complimenting skill of Occlumency?

Leonardo’s training began the year after his graduation, in 1995. He had begun practice even a few months earlier, envisioning a closed portcullis and the drawbridge which served as the only entrance and exit. The portcullis was surrounded by a deep, bottomless moat, pitch black through and through, without beginning and without end. A void of thoughtlessness, of total calm. It was creepy to a degree, certainly, but also calming for the one who stood within the castle, looking out over his kingdom from an elevated position of power. This was his own mind, a kingdom of his own.

Thus he began his training under the apprenticeship of his Occlumens trainer. Sparring back and forth, one attempting to divine the mind, the other attempting to defend it. He was weak in the beginning, his thoughts too vague and too focused to distract the incoming invader, but as time passed, as more and more lessons were completed and methods were practiced, Leonardo found himself spreading his thoughts and plans evenly throughout the moat, so that just as soon as one thought themselves able to grasp it, Leonardo would pull it away, as if it were a dangerous cat and mouse game. It was entertaining to a degree, even with the stakes in mind.

Seven years passed in the blink of an eye, with Leonardo moving away from his parents to make his own strides as a local seer and part-time duelist. Between occupations, Leonardo focused on his Occlumency studies, training his mind to become hard as iron, flexible as a reed, and strong as oak. Brute defense was nothing without flexibility of a changing thought, similar to Riddikulus in a certain degree. His appearance too, began to reflect this training, becoming stern and hardened. Compounded with his aura, he appeared a villain, or at least an individual with a tale to share.

At the conclusion of his training Leonardo proudly wields his new ability, which ever since 2002, he has been honing to perfection, desperate to keep sacred the temple of his own mind, clarity and protection of his thoughts, emotions, and feelings. He was desperate to ensure that nothing would shake his resolve, his web of confusing thoughts and plots always thickly webbed and threaded in defense of his ambitious mind.

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Mod note: Occlumency was denied. Since you apply for Seer, you can't apply for animagus and occlumency.
STATUS: Approved except Occlumency

Edit: Duly noted; Different Ability Below

Adult Ability (1995)-Spell Spread

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One man army. He was a one man army. He was unkempt and wild already, his spells far more powerful than they should have been for a an individual of his age, his ambitions steadily simmering and building in their own sweet time, harbored and encouraged both by the school and his personal desire for gain. He didn’t know exactly where he wanted to go from the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but what he did know was that he wanted to be the best in his field, in spellcasting, Divination, Astronomy, or whatever other pursuit that he embarked upon.

It wouldn’t take much to learn how to split his spells, to make them cast in two different directions at two different targets. A now capable Seer, who understood the ins and outs of what would and what would not provoke a drastic failure in casting, becoming more flamboyant or perhaps more flashy with his casting would not be a terribly long stretch. It was more of an idle hobby, really, something that he was practicing now for the ‘fun of it’ when boredom was heavy. He started with Charms, with two apples on a table in front of him and attempting to make them both levitate at once with the use of Wingardium Leviosa. One would bob upwards, and then fall as the other took to the air, the split in the Seer’s concentration painfully evident. Still, there was little to no change in time when the other would rise, which meant that he was close... just not close enough.

There had been a time when Leonardo was so frustrated with the attempt to double his cast that he almost snapped his wand in twain, but as his anger grew, so did his arcane prowess, and within a month of his original attempt, both apples would be floating about his Inverness cottage. With the success of Charms, he moved on to Defense Against the Dark Arts, placing the apples on opposite sides of a wide open area, and attempting to hit them with a pair of simultaneously cast Flipendos. One apple would explode with the force, and the others as before, would remain untouched, a horribly unfortunate squirrel being flipped head over heels instead before scampering to safety as fast as its poor little feet could carry it. But this time he knew that it was possible. Another week, and both apples would explode and fall from their perches with a devastating Knockback Jinx.

After Defense Against the Dark Arts came Transfiguration, and then after Transfiguration came the other miscellaneous spells that he had learned. One by one, every spell was relatively mastered, though perhaps Leonardo was a little bit less accurate than he would be when facing only one target at a time. Still, that brought with it more risk for an opponent. Perhaps he had a bit less of a chance to catch them in a spell and deal them harm, but if he didn’t... then one target would not be the only person who felt the ill effects of any spell that he attempted to cast. An aspiring Duelist who had never really had a showcase, at least he was prepared for anything, attacking in self-defense... or perhaps only just to send a message to anyone who questioned his methods.

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Advanced Casting
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Lea was a duellist. It had probably been a bit of a surprise for others when she had signed up, especially since she had fallen behind a lot in the first month due to her own stubbornness and disbelief. At some point, the girl tipped, admitting that her ideas had been wrong and that it was important to catch up on her studies. So she poured herself into it, trying to make sure she understood what was going on in classes while practicing old spells that her past self had decided not to practice. Still behind, but the effort was there.

Duelling practice got her further. Another safe place to practice spells with targets, her arsenal was still small, but there was still improvement. Stubbornness was now on her side, allowing her to spend hours in the library, or in the common room, curled around a book with her homework and her own notes to better understand how everything worked. It still wasn't perfect, there were only so many hours and always more homework, but the effort was there.

The duel itself showed where she needed to improve. Thank goodness for partners, Lea could not have survived that on her own. While she had skill in dodging, her own spell attacks were weak and repetitive. Her ally did most of the work, for which the first year was thankful. It also gave her an incentive to practice some more. While it would never really be equal in terms of usefulness in duels, being a little better would prove that this was all true and all useful. Practice makes permanent. She didn't care if she failed, that was going to happen, it was just a matter of casting well more often- with a little more consistency.

The hufflepuff would spend most of her time in the library after that, completing homework before researching more into each spell in her own time. Willing the effect had always been the most difficult part, attempting to figure out ways to envision spells better in order for them to actually work. Practicing the spells was also an important part, emotions rising and falling with each attempt. Not quite courageous enough to directly ask her teachers for help, her observations focused on the most common mistakes noted and whatever advice might've been given to her. If she understood what was going wrong, she could try and stop it and do better. And then, eventually, her improvements would no longer be little victories, but something that could help her cast at any time.

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STATUS: Approved. Your app is fine, but I noticed that you have too many stat points, they add up to 36. Please owl Béatrice Lydursdattir your new stats.

Mod note: STA:6|EV:6|ST:1|WIS:8|ARC:6|ACC:8| = 35. 30 stats are allowed.
Also, for the admin, please use full stops. I sincerely can't read this.

Mod note24.12.20: Sweety, you took one stat point away. 35 - 1 is not 30. And please, use full stops.

UPDATE 24.01.21. It's been a month, no changes were made. App is considered closed.

Edit: This application has been redacted. Elaine Pendrast has confirmed this and kindly agreed to pass the message on to the Index team.

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
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From a very early age, Kazuo received strict training in a wide variety of things considered important to a high-ranking, traditional clan. Diligence, patience, and precision were drilled into him by his parents, his tutors, and the very culture he grew up in. It started with the most basic of skills, learning to read and write. Hours spent practicing not only the primary Japanese hiragana and katakana but also the significantly more complicated Chinese kanji system. Perfecting each brush stroke so that no character could ever possibly be misinterpreted. Transcribing the histories of his clan, each story slowly imprinted into memory through the process. Hours spent learning the shamisen, how to draw beautiful music from the instrument. Lessons on social protocols, on a wide range of appropriate behaviours depending on situations he was expected to someday encounter - and some traditions so old it was unlikely he would ever have to use them. His life was a routine of learning, whether it was basic education, social decorum, or hobbies- and the expectation was always that if he chose to take on something new, he was expected to dedicate himself wholly to learning it. The lessons he learned at home were echoed in school. Only the smartest could succeed and they did so by seeking perfection in their learning. Perfect test scores resulted in rewards. Failures met with reminders that no skill can be mastered by only trying it once. Only dedication to learning and practicing would bring about mastery. As Kazuo grew older, these lessons had become deeply ingrained in him. Habitual behaviours that cause him to hyperfocus on the things he is learning, to the extent that he will spend hours doing extra research, study or practice in order to achieve his self-imposed standards. This extended to other aspects of his life as well; to his eating habits, exercise, and even how he chooses to dress.

Upon attending Hogwarts, that habitual behaviour managed to save him from what would have been an otherwise much more difficult ordeal. That dedication to perfection now applied to the struggle of learning a new language and new magic that depended heavily on his ability to understand that language and its convoluted history. To be anything less than perfect is to bring potential embarrassment on his clan, a sentiment he didn’t entirely share, but certainly, he cared enough about what his parents thought, especially his father. For his father, he would prove that whatever obstacles he might face, he could overcome them.

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Ability: The Muggle Condition (First Year)
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On summer vacation after his first year, Kelsey's mum took him with her on a personal visit she did abroad. She was mostly a local phenomena, but very occasionally she would have an effect on a passing rich tourist who deemed it worth their time to enlist her and her 'authentic' healing even to outrageous expense. Kelsey always attributed it to his mother's genuineness and large personality, it captivated her customers. People liked feeling like they were a part of something magical, something real. None of them likely would have guessed that it was the adopted, rarely present son who actually had any magical talent.

He wasn't looking to burst any illusion though, his mum's healing was harmless, maybe sometimes bordering on placebo. He liked traveling though, it was always fun to be in a new element with new flora and fauna to discover. He especially like meeting different kinds of people, and learning what they liked to do for fun. He was often just released into the streets to roam around as he pleased, to an extent. He had proved to be responsible enough to take care of himself for stretches of time at that point in his life, regardless of the fact that it was slightly belligerent parenting. Once they arrived, his mum went to her work and Kels went looking for friends.

One thing led to another, and Kelsey found himself spending the day with a local boy around his age. They talked and roamed around the city from playground to playground into the lazy evening. He had discovered that his new friend just so happened to come from a magical family nearby. All it really took was an offhanded mention of the word 'Muggle' for the truth to become apparent, though Kels was still new to the distinction. Before he went to Hogwarts, he didn't even know what a Muggle was, or that he was a half-blood. His foreign acquaintance was of the Pureblood variety.

They met a few times during his stay. They shared fragments of their cultures with each other, both naturally inquisitive children. The boy had been encouraged to dislike Muggles by his family, yet the lessons hadn't stuck. It reminded Kelsey of how lucky he was that his mother was so completely accepting of him, a thing he wouldn't take for granted as he grew. It was much nicer to be allowed to enjoy both the world of Muggles and the world of Magic. It seemed a shame to keep such a curious child away from what Muggles had to offer.

Once, when his friend fell off some stairs and skinned his knee, Kelsey was able to pull out some first aid he carried with him. He liked being useful, and found there was almost no good reason to not have a first aid kit nearby. His mother let him carry some of her supplies with him, especially for if he ended up getting hurt when he was out in the middle of nowhere. Cleaning up the wound and wrapping it, his new friend admitted he wouldn't have known what to do besides go to his mother for a healing spell. Kelsey learned something important that day: sometimes it was just better to know all the options. Sometimes Muggle medicine was the right tool for the job.

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Ability: Healing Sage (Second Year)
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School wasn't easy just because he was a happy kid with a good parent. The more friends he made, the more he got noticed in the crowd. 'The nail that sticks out gets hammered down' was a saying he heard later that reminded him of his early schooling. People didn't like things they couldn't compartmentalize, and Kelsey was full of contradictions. Freak, weirdo, mudblood, and other uncreative besmirchments. He didn't let it come to define his self-worth. With the support of his friends and family, he could learn to ignore harmful words, with the understanding that they came from unwillingness to get to know him.

Still, there was always someone who found a way to get under the skin. Someone who said something too cruel, stronger than sticks and stones. A particular Pureblood had a falling out with him, youthful misunderstanding and bad blood brewing into a year-long rivalry. Any time they crossed paths, there were be some sort of altercation, an anode and cathode. Neither could seem to overcome the conflict, each sure the other needed to be taught a lesson. For the Pureblood, he felt Kelsey needed to understand his place in the world, and for Kelsey, an idealistic sense that he needed to see the error of his ways, to feel sorry for what he had done.

It was only towards the end of the year that Kelsey was approached by his nemesis is a completely uncharacteristic fashion-- being asked for help. Kelsey's skill with healing magic and muggle cures was what most people knew him for, and if not for that, then for his digression with helping with things without telling the teachers. That was what made him the only person his rival could turn to when they needed help for their friend, a girl who had gotten herself hurt badly in an act that could have gotten them expelled.

Owing the boy nothing, Kelsey wanted to shove it in his face, to tell him no and leave them high and dry. Still, the girl was hurt, and she needed help immediately, so he helped. No matter who she was, or who she made friends with, even if she hated Kelsey to the core, he wanted to help when he could. Healing magic was about helping people, about ending suffering. Without the desire in his heart to help everyone, he would never have been such an accomplished healer in the first place.

There was no gratitude received, but in the following years the flagrant animosity between them eventually cooled, and Kelsey learned to let grudges go.

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Ability: Non-Human Enthusiast (Third Year)
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It had not escaped Kelsey's attention that there were non-humans in the school. In fact, the introduction to Hogwarts came not only with an access to magic, but to magical creatures. A brand new world of biology opened up to him, and with little coaxing needed, he started to study every creature that interested him, one after the other. He would befriend them, pester them, analyze them, and take notes. Nothing would escape unknown so long as he wanted to understand it, and that year, non-human creatures was his conquest.

It helped that the Care of Magical Creatures class began, and he became good friends with Felix Finley, a part-veela in his school year. He delved deep into the books available of the topic, as well as pestering his friends with needling questions, test, and experiments. He was starting to get more into the ins and outs of potion making, and felt he wouldn't be worth anything as a potioneer if he didn't understand how different races' body chemistry interacted with medicine and magic. Unlike the patience of his unfortunate guinea pigs, Kels never ran out of ideas to test.

With a journal filled with near-mad scribbling, he took information he read and if anything was ambiguous or left too unexplained for his liking, he would run simulations himself, asking them to run through obstacles or take a bunch of the same potion with slight variations in a regiment over several days. Other times he would pester them to let him chart physical training exercises and record their sleeping patterns and give him saliva samples. If they tried to tell him they didn't want to, he would ask them again later, and if they tried to run away or hide, he would pursue and seek.

By the end of the year, he had become somewhat infamous. This culminated in something of an intervention, where he was finally sat down and told to respect other peoples' privacy. He thought as long as his goal was noble, the pursuit of knowledge would always be an acceptable excuse for his actions. It wasn't so, and he learned a valuable lesson about how far was too far, and how much was too much. Once he wrapped his head around that, and learned the art of tact, he grew a more healthy relationship with the half-breeds in the school as he slowly earned back their trust. Still, it wouldn't stop him from jumping on the opportunity to learn even more if it presented itself.

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Ability: Poison Mastery (Fourth Year)
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Kelsey was a naturally curious child, he would be the type to dismantle something to figure out how to put it back together. He liked to test his theories, and do experiments, often leading to absolute catastrophe, but occasionally leading to brilliant discoveries. His skill with potions had been clear to his Professor from day one, despite most seeing his childish, laid-back behavior and assuming he had cheated to get his grades.

His curious mind was nurtured despite the trail of destruction that usually followed. He always seemed to have a gut feeling for how to maximize the potency of each of his concoctions, often creating effects that lasted far past expected expiry. Though hardly perfect, his determination and genuine interest in Potions grew into a lifelong passion. His deep knowledge of Herbology and willingness to fail brought with it nearly endless practice towards mastery.

He worked well in such a supportive environment, no less motivated by his friends who also liked his propensity to concoct wild potions with self-obtained components. His group were able to get away with things kids their age should never have been able to get their hands on, and were even once caught sneaking into the Potions storeroom, followed by an especially harsh detention.

As Kelsey's bag started to get filled with more and more types of potions that he deemed worthy of always having, he started to get requests and commissions by some of the other students. The summer of that year, his potion making would be put to the test in his mother's shop. While normally he would keep to his own business, not interfering with the world of Muggles, he couldn't ignore a malady he recognized that his mother did not. Dragon Pox. Though it had been a pandemic originating in South America in the distant past, there were still cases that cropped up from time to time, especially in the elderly.

When Kelsey saw the patient in his mum's hut, he was at the end of his rope. The symptoms had befuddled doctors everywhere, but couldn't be any clearer to the studious Hufflepuff. He had heard about the pandemic in his History of Magic classes, and knew a cure had been discovered. Getting his owl to coordinate with a friend who lived nearby a large wizarding library, Kelsey was able to duplicate the recipe before the disease could spread or take the life of the carrier. For appearances, all the credit had been given to his mother, and the miraculous recovery became a huge boon to her reputation.

Though the deception made his mother feel guilty, Kelsey assured her that it was because of her that he had been able to become an expert in potions so quickly. Her passion to help the people who came to her, as well as her undying support of him ever since he was adopted had paved the way to his success, so he was paying it forward. Frankly, he didn't want the attention anyway. He was already overloaded with commissions at school, and he wasn't interested in becoming a lifelong potion seller. Too much time making the same thing, and not enough time making something new.

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Ability: Fearless (Fifth Year)
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Kelsey's bright, gap tooth smile was a ray of sunshine to those around him. Most knew he was easy to get along with, always in a good mood, and a friend to whoever would have him. What they didn't see were all the times that Kelsey had been alone in his life, which was more than they could likely fathom. His mother had been deemed a fit parents, and her home had all the necessities of raising a child in the eyes of the law. Still, the older he got, the more he was given complete freedom and autonomy, to a practically frightening degree. The fenland was not known for crime, nor predatory animals, so most of his outings into nature were harmless jaunts. With their frequency however, it was only a matter of time before he found himself alone and in danger.

At 15-years-old, Kels had already experienced a few near-death situations. If not in the wild, then at Hogwarts itself. His boundless curiosity and disregard of boundaries found him on the end of many a precarious drop, or face-to-face with a deadly creature. The first few times his adrenaline navigated him through the crisis, barely managing to escape either by luck or animal instinct. He would cry, perhaps panic, need to regain his composure after the threat was behind him. In time, he learned that being alone meant he would only have himself to rely on if things went wrong. Keeping a cool head under pressure, and not letting fear control him, would be the deciding factor of whether he might make it out of a situation alive.

His experience made it hard for little things to shake him. He had seen so much of the world, and met so many people, that he had learned to not let appearances mean everything. Just because something looked terrifying didn't mean it was going to attack, and just because something looked cute didn't mean it wouldn't tear him in half. It was with that practical wisdom that he found himself stranded that summer, trapped in a cave-in.

He had explored there many times as a child, but time and erosion had changed the environment. In the pitch blackness, miles away from anyone, he spent hours carefully finding the best means of egress and carefully creating an escape route without disturbing the walls enough to cause more destruction. Near starving and freezing as he worked into the night, he conserved his breathing in the tight space as it was slowly drained of oxygen, and eventually broke the surface to the fresh air. Had he panicked, he would not have survived.

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Ability: Comprehend Languages: Parselmouth (Sixth Year)
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It wasn't in his sixth year, but rather the first when his interest in parselmouth started. Ever since the Battle of Hogwarts that took place a few years before he started school, the language had become more a part of the public consciousness. Some who had feared association with Voldemort, now had the hero Harry Potter to point to as an example of how the language should no longer have such a stigma. Kels agreed, and had joined a fledgling group of students who planned on reclaiming the language from obscurity. Over the years, the group fell apart as the people in it drifted, and issues that they had to face diminished. Still, it had started a journey for the young Muggle (borne) out of his element, and that was to learn it himself.

It was no secret that Kels loved animals, perhaps enough to want to join the animal kingdom himself, so the allure of understanding the thoughts of a snake was nearly impossible to ignore. He had a few patient teachers in the friends that he made in the student organization, though the words were impossible to replicate accurately himself. Instead, he would read along as they translated books into parsel, or have 'snake days' where the friend only spoke in parsel and he would need to need to process the hissing sounds to communicate eith and understand them. One particularly disastrous time, he insisted they give him potions instructions through the speech, which led to the discovery of how dreadfully sssimilar a lot of the words were, and how sssubtle the language really was.

It didn't deter him, as he continued the arduous study through his entire tenure at Hogwarts. By his sixth year, he had such an earful of hissy noises that he had grown accustomed to the sound. Enough so that one day, as a student's pet snake lay draping across their shoulders, it asked directions and received an answer in English to the surprise of everyone present. As the people gathered tried to sort out why Kels had abruptly given directions, or why Kels had heard someone asking for them, the snake eventually spoke up again, after it had its fill of enjoying the confusion. Saying a quick thank you, the reptile followed by asking Kelsey to keep their exchange, and the fact that his owner was a Parseltongue, a secret. He kept his word, playing it off like he was just being silly, though he could barely contain his excitement for hitting such a milestone in his understanding of the language.

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