Majata Rain | First Year | Ravenclaw
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Reducio Background Majata's parents were 180 degrees different. Let me explain. Her mum, Mary — Mary Rose she’d been before, you know, before she got married — she was one of those Muggle-born witches who’d gone to Hogwarts years ago. Smart as anything, that one. And then her dad, Alexandre, was just… well, he was a bit peculiar when we were in school, wasn’t he? They were only a year apart and both of them were Ravenclaws, so sure, they knew each other — but mates? That was probably pushing it. She couldn’t stand the bloke, if she was being honest. There’s Alexandre, always skulking around the common room with a potions book in hand, writing down notes as if his life depended on it about whatever strange ingredients he was messing with that week. No one ever spoke to him properly. Well, they certainly didn’t talk to him like a person — they always talked to him about cauldrons or potions, and I don’t think that really counts. Anyway, they graduate, right? And Mary goes and does this thing that had everybody going mental. You hear something like that and you’d expect the girl — you’d expect her to do what’s supposed to be done: get some cushy job at the Ministry, marry some half-decent wizard, settle herself down somewhere in Diagon Alley or wherever. But what does she do? She goes… she goes off to Muggle university. Had wanted to learn pharmacy, that she did. Her parents owned this little shop back in Durham, and it was kind of falling apart. And Mary being who Mary is, she couldn’t let it totally go to pot. Family first and all that. Now the interesting thing happens. Fast forward a few years — no, I mean, we’re talking a proper few years, she’d done a degree and everything — and Mary’s out at the Three Broomsticks for some mate’s engagement party. You know how these things are — everyone gets absolutely bladdered and starts banging on about the good old days. And whom does she see in the corner, looking quite different than she remembered, if she was honest? Alexandre blimey Rain, quietly nursing what appeared to be the saddest drink in the wizarding world. Must’ve been the firewhisky talking, because Mary even crossed over. They started talking, and just somehow, it kind of clicked, you know? Didn’t know back then that the strangest loner in school had turned into the quietly intense man who actually paid attention to what you said. You never truly know someone, do you? Flash forward quite a bit — took them bloody ages to finally get organised — and they’re both stuck in this little town in Nowheresville, Durham. They took over Mary’s parents’ old pharmacy, which by then was doing okay for itself. Mary took care of all the boring things like prescriptions and making the taxman happy, and Alexandre pretty much just stocked the shelves and worked the cash register. Not like he’d learned anything about that at university, poor sod. But here’s the kicker — the part that makes it all that much more interesting: Alexandre had his own little side racket going on. Not as though it was anything dodgy, just… I mean, being handy with potions and all, he’d sort of help out the few magical families around town. All very hush-hush, word-of-mouth kind of deal. Brown paper packages after closing time, you know, that kind of thing. The Muggle customers weren’t to know, of course. Rearing up in all of this, little Majata would listen from her perch behind the counter — or wherever else she could find to hide out — like some small-time shopkeeper with her nose always buried in a book. Fairy tales, for the most part, although occasionally she’d wheedle one of her parents — her mother, let’s face it — into transfiguring one of her magical storybooks so she wouldn’t attract funny looks from the customers while she read. Just another average Tuesday at the Rain residence, is all. The first time they took her to Diagon Alley — she must have been, what, four, five? Who can really keep track of these things. Oh well, too late to remember now, right? Anyway, poor little thing almost had her brain melted by everything. Shop windows full of things that jumped and moved or didn’t stay the same size; cauldrons bubbling over but nobody touching them; quills scribbling on their own in mid-air as if that was the most natural thing in the world. Half of what she saw she couldn’t even make sense of — but it was all magic, and that was enough to make her gape like a proper tourist. Her parents were off in — oh, what was it called again? Slug & Jiggers, Deathcap and... oh, I can’t seem to remember. It had something to do with potions. They were probably rowing about the price of beetle eyes or some other such fascinating topic when Majata decides to go for a little explore. The shop was full to bursting with bizarre, odd items — jars of stuff that surely shouldn’t even exist, stacked up on shelves; wooden crates stretching to the ceiling; bundles of herbs dangling all over the place, every inch of it strung with them like some sort of witchy washing line overhead. Then she sees something out the window and takes off. Just walks out, bold as you please, into the front window of the Magical Menagerie. She saw they had this little black kitten in the window, and that was that. Game over. Now, Majata had been banging on about wanting a cat for months — many months — doing everyone’s head in with it. But her parents kept brushing her off with the same old, “You’re too young to properly look after a pet.” It was complete and utter nonsense to her at four. How difficult could it be to feed a cat, after all? So she’d been chipping away at them with ceaseless nagging about when exactly she’d be old enough. Her mum would just smile that tolerant smile of mothers everywhere and say, “When you’re older, sweetheart,” which was nowhere near good enough as far as Majata was concerned. There she was, giving this kitten a proper chatter through the cage — like a right little chatterbox, acting as if the cat was talking back and everything — when she hears her parents flipping out somewhere outside. They’d realised she wasn’t in the potions shop anymore and were obviously having some kind of breakdown looking for her. All that panic for naught, in her opinion. She wasn’t that far, and she was perfectly safe, with the kind old lady who ran the shop looking out for her. Majata just gave them this cheerful little wave from the window and laughed, “Mummy! Daddy! Look, there’s a cat!” — totally oblivious as to why they were both about to have heart attacks. Bless her. That kitten ended up coming home with them, of course. Luna, they called her, because of how her black fur caught the light all silvery-like in the moonlight. Took weeks of Majata’s non-stop campaigning — and we’re talking non-stop, the kid was relentless — but she wore them down eventually. Always did know how to get what she wanted, that one. Seven years later, Luna’s still glued to Majata’s side like they’re joined at the hip. That particular morning — it was one of those proper lovely summer days, you know the sort, all warm and lazy and perfect for doing absolutely nothing — Luna was curled up in Majata’s lap while she doodled away in her sketchbook. Her brown and purple curls kept falling in her face the way they always did when she was concentrating, and she was absentmindedly scratching behind Luna’s ears with her free hand when something started tapping at the kitchen window. An owl. A great big golden-eyed thing, with an envelope clutched in its beak that looked far too official for anyone’s liking.
Reducio PERSONALITY Majata Rain is a curious blend of contrasts, much like the colors she loves most. Her favorite color is unmistakably purple—if her hair and preferred t-shirts weren’t a dead giveaway. If she could surround herself entirely in shades of purple, she happily would. At her core, Majata is a bubbly and hyper child, full of youthful energy and enthusiasm. Yet, this lively spirit often quiets when she’s engaged in her two favorite solo pursuits: drawing and reading. Those moments of peaceful focus reveal a contemplative and introspective side, a young girl who delights in exploring the worlds found within books and the pages of her sketchbook. This deep love of learning is one of her greatest strengths, fueling her sharp mind and endless curiosity. Despite growing up around magic and wizardry, Majata harbors a deep fear of heights—a puzzling phobia she can’t quite explain. It likely traces back to a summer visit to a Muggle amusement park when she was ten. While her father embraced the exhilaration of hurtling through the air on a roller coaster, Majata came off the ride looking paler than usual and refused to try any more. This unease seems to echo the cautious nature she inherited from her Muggle-born mother, contrasting with her father’s adventurous streak. This fear of flying and heights, while a significant weakness, also reveals her vulnerability and the very human side of her magical upbringing. Majata’s fascination with magic blossomed in the quiet corners of her father’s basement potions lab, where she would pretend to read as she watched him work. Though she wasn’t allowed to touch any of the ingredients, her curiosity was boundless. She began experimenting on her own, mixing kitchen ingredients in imaginative ways to observe what might happen. These experiments often ended in harmless messes, but occasionally they led to minor punishments—no bedtime story or a temporary retreat to her room. These moments, however, only fueled her inquisitive nature and determination to understand the mysteries of potion-making and magic. Her patience and attention to detail, honed through watching her father’s precise craft, are strengths that will serve her well in her magical studies. Yet, Majata’s shy and reserved nature sometimes holds her back. She tends to second-guess herself and can be hesitant to speak up or assert her ideas, especially in unfamiliar or crowded settings. This social anxiety makes it difficult for her to form new friendships quickly, and she often prefers the company of her books or Luna, her beloved cat, over groups of noisy children. However, when pushed or when defending someone she cares about, her feisty streak emerges, revealing a surprising inner strength and courage. In all, Majata is a complex mix of vibrant energy and quiet thoughtfulness. Her love of learning and creativity shines brightly, even as she wrestles with fears and doubts. These qualities—her empathy, determination, and intellectual curiosity—form the foundation of a young witch ready to grow, discover her own power, and find her place in the magical world. |
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| .── | She was just six when it started – her very first proper piece of accidental magic, though no one called it that at the time. It was one of those gloriously warm afternoons, you know the ones, where you don’t want to be cooped up inside doing anything sensible? Majata had managed to get herself situated in a great spot under the old oak tree down by the river - big old bugger of a tree, that, must have been there forever - with some ripped-up old book open in her lap and the sun shining on her face just right. Luna had tagged along, obviously. That little black cat was ever eager for adventure, be it of someone else’s making or their own misadventure. Majata was lost in whatever story she was reading — probably some princess and dragons thing, knowing her — Luna had chosen to go exploring. Bold as you please, up the tree she went, picking her way on this branch that stuck out over the deeper water and hung there. Not one of Luna’s brightest plans, if you ask anyone. Then came the snap. It was a real loud crack, the kind that makes your heart jump before your brain even catches up to what’s going on. Head of Majata went up just in time for her to see the splash. Her stomach plummeted through the floor. Luna had plunged right into the river, and the poor little thing was struggling in the water, wild with fright and unable to catch hold of anything. Majata absolutely lost it. Screamed as though the world was ending and tossed her book away - didn’t hesitate at all, just dived right in after her. The current was swifter than it appeared from the bank, the mean old thing, and she was fighting like the dickens to reach Luna. Just kept calling her name, over and over, more and more frantic with every passing second. Then just when she thought the inevitable was in the offing (Luna's tiny paws started to slacken, you could tell she was slowing down), something mental happened. The cat just... stopped sinking. Majata stopped, stilled for a long moment, momentarily disbelieving what she was seeing. Luna was hanging there, not sinking below the water as if lying on an invisible cushion or something. Drifting toward her all gentle-like, no more thrashing around. Majata didn’t spend much time considering the weirdness of that. The moment Luna got close enough she reached out and snatched that wet, trembling baby right into her arms and high-tailed it back to the riverbank as fast as she could run (while carrying a swaddled babe, that is). Tears running down her face the entire time, like a proper mess. Luna had been completely soaked and scared to death, but she was fine. That's all that mattered, really. Luna was soaked and frightened, but unharmed. |
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Wit and Wisdom Reducio RELATIONSHIPS Mary Rain | Mother Alexandre Rain | Father Luna |  , Currently staying at homeKnowledge and Truth |
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Majata Rain | First Year | Ravenclaw
Majata Rain
Ravenclaw • First Year • Age 11
Prior to August 2025
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Majata spent her early years growing up in the quiet town of Durham, surrounded by both Muggle and magical influences. Her parents balanced the worlds of potions and pharmacy, and from them, she inherited a deep curiosity about magic and the mundane alike.
Alongside her constant companion, Luna—a sleek black cat with a silvery sheen—Majata found joy in drawing, reading, and quietly observing the wonders around her. Though shy, her imagination soared far beyond her small home, always dreaming of the magical adventures that awaited her at Hogwarts.
Majata spent her early years growing up in the quiet town of Durham, surrounded by both Muggle and magical influences. Her parents balanced the worlds of potions and pharmacy, and from them, she inherited a deep curiosity about magic and the mundane alike.
Alongside her constant companion, Luna—a sleek black cat with a silvery sheen—Majata found joy in drawing, reading, and quietly observing the wonders around her. Though shy, her imagination soared far beyond her small home, always dreaming of the magical adventures that awaited her at Hogwarts.
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