|❀| Sayaka Ito | First year | Mahoutokoro |❀|

Name: Sayaka Ito
School: Mahoutokoro
Age: 11, 24 November 2013
Wand: 34,6 cm aspen wood and dragon heartstring
Year: First (2025-2026 first year)
Blood status: Pureblood
Patronus: N/A
Species: Human

Physical Description: Like most things in her life, Sayaka's appearance is a carefully crafted facade of perfection. Her long, straight black hair stretches exactly halfway down her back and is always straightened despite being naturally slightly wavy. She stands with perfect posture at all times, and is around the average height for her age at 4'9. Her clothes tend to be whatever is picked out by her family, normally quality semi-formal robes.

Mental Description: Sayaka is a very reserved and cold child, preferring to remain aloof in most social situations. She values the image of a perfect Pureblood child, and works hard to excel in her studies. Family is the most important thing in the world to her, and her goal in life is to make them proud. She holds very traditional Pureblood views on the world, like the rest of her family.

Biography: To Sayaka, even from a young age, greatness was just the bare minimum. She was born and raised in the Ito residence outside a small town in the Mountains of Miyazki. The grand house was shared by much of the Ito family, with it currently being residence to her, her parents and siblings as well as her grandparents, mothers cousin and his wife and their two kids, Sayaka's second cousins. It was far from a cramped place however, with enough room for all of the family plus guests and then some. The house had been in the family for generations, and its halls reflected the history of the family. The grand open room that contained the stairwell to the second floor was surrounded by cherry blossoms with leaves of dark blue and gold from her past graduated students of the family. When she was younger, she would find excuses to take her studying downstairs and just stare at the trees. Sometimes she would bring her younger cousins, and they would talk so much about how they were going to wear gold robes within the first week that their tutor would tell them off.

Although she worked hard on maintaining an image of an untouchable perfect girl, she had a softer side that only comes out around her younger cousins. Her older twin siblings, Honami and Takuto, were always busy with their own studies and the age gap between them meant that they were never as close as some siblings were. Despite this, she looked up to them and admired them greatly and their approval was something that she treasured. Her younger cousins however, Minato and little Takashi, were closer in age and often were often tutored in a group with her before she reached the age of eight and became a day student. Even when she was "far too old" to be playing childish games, she would always grudgingly oblige in a game of chase with them when she got home from school.

First Instance of Magic: Honami had her first instance of Magic at four. Her mother and Takuto had theirs at five. Little Sayaka was a few days off her eighth birthday and had shown about as much magic as sand. Eight was an important age in the Ito family, as it marked the time that children would become day students at Mahoutokoro. Squibs were something that she had previously only heard about in whispered tones at dinner, a dreadful shame for the wizard or witch in question. It wasn't their fault of course, and they were still to be supported by their family. They simply couldn't accomplish the same things that wizards could. The first and only time she heard that word used about her, she had been crouched outside a closed door that she really wasn't meant to be listening in to. Her great-aunt had been staying at the family house for the holiday season, and at the dinner table that night she had asked about Sayaka's magic. The conversation became awkward after that, because there was simply no story to tell. As had been the same for last year, and the year before. After dinner, she had been dismissed along with the other children so that the "adults could talk". About her. About her stupid, disappointing, squib self. Crying was not something that she did. Ever since she was little, she had prided herself on the ability to get up when she fell over, to choke back her tears and appear strong for her family. But now, as she backed away from the door and turned to run tears ran down her face freely. She ran through the house, trying to keep silent and stop the big, ugly sobs that racked her body. Without really knowing where she was going, her feet carried her to the cherry blossom. Would she ever get a tree? Or would she just stay here, in this house forever, and watch her cousins get to fly away on the petrels without her? She buried her face in her hands, curled up into a ball and finally let out a sob. And then more, until she was crying ugly and loud and all the things she never wanted to be on the floor. "Saya!" said a young Minato in Japanese, her excited footsteps entering the room. "N- not now" she responded, trying to wipe back the tears that soaked her face. "No! Look!" Minato said "Magic!". Finally looking up, the young girl's breath was stolen away from her at what she saw. Her tears were floating, surrounding her in a halo of still rain. Magic. Her magic.