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Wc: 613 words
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for:
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Reducio
Ever since she was a child, Mikaela knew she was different. That there was something broken inside her. And it had nothing to do with the fact that she was a prodigy.
When she walked into a room, her shoes never made a sound. Her breath was never heard. And she was only noticed when she talked or did something. She was, in other words, invisible.
And she was fine with it. She was a Prodigy, there was no way she could be a normal kid with a normal life (at least that's what the doctor said to her parents), so why worry about it?
But the real kicker came after her mother died. The night before going to Hogwarts. She had been so excited for Mika to go to the same school as her, and she never had the chance to live to see it.
And that, for some reason, made a crack in the child's heart. She was sure it had all been a dream. It had to be a dream.
All she remembers from that night was that she didn't want to be heard. Nor seen. So she just walked out of her window and sat at the roof of her house. And stared at the city lights. And still, she didn't allow herself to cry.
When she snapped out of it, the sun was already coming out. It's the only reason why she know it wasn't a dream at all.
The next incident happened at Hogwarts, when she got so stressed that, one night, she walked out in silence, not being heard by her roommates, and just walked through the castle's halls.
And that little rebellious spark was what kept her sane. The adrenaline, the fear of being caught. She know it wasn't a dream cause, when she woke up the next morning, her feet and head were killing her.
And it happened again and again and again. Little night patrols in dark clothes and always walking by the roofs or sticked to the walls.
Darkness became her friend. Fear, her ally.
And the next morning? She always woke up with a headache and her feet feeling like she had walked miles. And she convinced herself it was all a dream.
She doesn't know what really happens those nights. She never thought that all the grief, the sorrow, the anger and the feelings she locked so deseperately were finally showing up in her own face and body. Someone who wasn't entirely her.
Almost like an alter ego. But how?
And the answer was easy. How many sorrow can live in the heart of a child?
After all, that's all that she was: A child. A child with no right to show up her emotions. And we all know well that, when a kid hides their feelings, they always find a way to show up. And hers did.
In the shape of a fearless girl whose shoes never made a sound, and her moves were confused with shadows.
In the face of a reckless girl with no sense of responsability, and always slipped into the dark of the night, not afraid of teachers or prefects.
And the body of a kid who learned the bad way that feelings have their own way on you. A girl who called herself "The Wraith". Her own body, but now her own mind.
And she came here to stay until the day Mikaela finally shows up by herself. Until then, she'll hide her own secrets and protect her, slipping through the roofs, listening things she wasn't meant to, and gathering information she definitely didn't need to know.
Cause what's life without a bit of danger?
When she walked into a room, her shoes never made a sound. Her breath was never heard. And she was only noticed when she talked or did something. She was, in other words, invisible.
And she was fine with it. She was a Prodigy, there was no way she could be a normal kid with a normal life (at least that's what the doctor said to her parents), so why worry about it?
But the real kicker came after her mother died. The night before going to Hogwarts. She had been so excited for Mika to go to the same school as her, and she never had the chance to live to see it.
And that, for some reason, made a crack in the child's heart. She was sure it had all been a dream. It had to be a dream.
All she remembers from that night was that she didn't want to be heard. Nor seen. So she just walked out of her window and sat at the roof of her house. And stared at the city lights. And still, she didn't allow herself to cry.
When she snapped out of it, the sun was already coming out. It's the only reason why she know it wasn't a dream at all.
The next incident happened at Hogwarts, when she got so stressed that, one night, she walked out in silence, not being heard by her roommates, and just walked through the castle's halls.
And that little rebellious spark was what kept her sane. The adrenaline, the fear of being caught. She know it wasn't a dream cause, when she woke up the next morning, her feet and head were killing her.
And it happened again and again and again. Little night patrols in dark clothes and always walking by the roofs or sticked to the walls.
Darkness became her friend. Fear, her ally.
And the next morning? She always woke up with a headache and her feet feeling like she had walked miles. And she convinced herself it was all a dream.
She doesn't know what really happens those nights. She never thought that all the grief, the sorrow, the anger and the feelings she locked so deseperately were finally showing up in her own face and body. Someone who wasn't entirely her.
Almost like an alter ego. But how?
And the answer was easy. How many sorrow can live in the heart of a child?
After all, that's all that she was: A child. A child with no right to show up her emotions. And we all know well that, when a kid hides their feelings, they always find a way to show up. And hers did.
In the shape of a fearless girl whose shoes never made a sound, and her moves were confused with shadows.
In the face of a reckless girl with no sense of responsability, and always slipped into the dark of the night, not afraid of teachers or prefects.
And the body of a kid who learned the bad way that feelings have their own way on you. A girl who called herself "The Wraith". Her own body, but now her own mind.
And she came here to stay until the day Mikaela finally shows up by herself. Until then, she'll hide her own secrets and protect her, slipping through the roofs, listening things she wasn't meant to, and gathering information she definitely didn't need to know.
Cause what's life without a bit of danger?
Wc: 613 words
STATUS: Approved, Lesmana, 14 May
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for:Keen eyes
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
𝓜𝓪𝓮𝓿𝓮. 𝓛. 𝓐
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for:Keen eyes
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Maeve used the William Library which stood across the street from her Bracknell home as a physical grid system which she needed to decode. She had learned from her childhood experiences that she needed to predict environmental changes which would occur in the future because those changes determined her chances of survival. She developed her primary defense mechanism through her eyes after surviving her biological aunt and uncle's cold treatment in Australia and facing the challenges of moving to the United Kingdom at age eight and learning a new cultural and linguistic system. She observed her surroundings through intense scrutiny which she maintained at all times. The library space had no occupants during that day because Maeve spent her time there with her thoughts and a fantasy book and the complete knowledge of the room's design. The girl used her sharp vision to record everything she saw when she moved her chair because she wanted to observe how the sunlight entered through the high windows and how the dust particles moved and how the oak ladder rested on its brass track in the history aisle.
Maeve became completely absorbed in her book as her imagination created mental images of ancient wizardry and hidden powers and unearthly dimensions. She maintained her physical connection to the room because her awake brainwaves had lost their focus through daydreaming. She did not just read; she tracked the space around her. The moment became visible to others when she began watching because she never stopped observing her surroundings. The situation began with an extremely small deviation which only people with exceptional visual abilities could detect. The air space that she used to create her impossible magic experiments started to change as the air above her face formed shimmering patterns which resembled heat waves rising from a road that had been heated by the sun. A split second later, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a strange, localized vibration. The metal track system had maintained its position for forty years when the heavy oak ladder began to shake. Maeve focused her attention on the brass wheels. The environment remained completely silent because there was neither wind nor floorboards that creaked from heavy footsteps nor tectonic movements.
The ladder broke away from its tracks before her brain could understand its complete visual information. The object launched backward through the library space after it lost its balance instead of falling down. The instant after the sound stopped, Maeve experienced her first moment of panic. A typical child would have used their hands to hide their face while shouting and running away from the room. Maeve needed to examine the situation more carefully because her survival instinct flew away from her. Her sharp vision started to conduct a quick investigation of the space to identify the accident's cause through his forensic examination of the disorderly area.
First, she examined the high windows because all windows stayed locked so wind from outside could not have moved the heavy wood door. Second, her eyes flicked to the adjacent aisles, tracking the open spaces between the shelves—there was no one there, eliminating the possibility of a prankster or a clumsy patron who might have shoved it. The woman examined the ceiling to find broken wires and damaged building parts but the tracks remained complete and undamaged. The roomspace contained no outside elements so she focused on her hands which held the book she was reading. Her knuckles turned white as she used her sharp eyes to see a small air distortion that appeared directly above her skin which resembled a pond ripple that resulted from a stone falling into water.
A pure and unblinking observation of her surroundings created a mental challenge for her to connect different elements of the situation. The ladder's movement created a direct path that matched her sudden moment of fear. Her mind had been visualizing a tangible energy force and the physical universe had reacted to it. The situation became terrifying for her because she perceived herself as an ordinary human being who lacked magical powers but her exceptional vision capacity forced her to make a choice between two dangerous options. She had access to all the evidence yet she failed to comprehend her achievement because she lacked knowledge about her abilities. The visual data showed her as the main focus of the event while her reasoning system rejected this notion as unfeasible. Maeve stood up to smooth her skirt before she walked outside into the Bracknell rain after she established a mental picture of the wreckage arrangement. Her sharp vision detected the red-handed anomaly but she decided to conceal the unexplainable truth about her origins because she could not find a solution to the puzzle.
Maeve became completely absorbed in her book as her imagination created mental images of ancient wizardry and hidden powers and unearthly dimensions. She maintained her physical connection to the room because her awake brainwaves had lost their focus through daydreaming. She did not just read; she tracked the space around her. The moment became visible to others when she began watching because she never stopped observing her surroundings. The situation began with an extremely small deviation which only people with exceptional visual abilities could detect. The air space that she used to create her impossible magic experiments started to change as the air above her face formed shimmering patterns which resembled heat waves rising from a road that had been heated by the sun. A split second later, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a strange, localized vibration. The metal track system had maintained its position for forty years when the heavy oak ladder began to shake. Maeve focused her attention on the brass wheels. The environment remained completely silent because there was neither wind nor floorboards that creaked from heavy footsteps nor tectonic movements.
The ladder broke away from its tracks before her brain could understand its complete visual information. The object launched backward through the library space after it lost its balance instead of falling down. The instant after the sound stopped, Maeve experienced her first moment of panic. A typical child would have used their hands to hide their face while shouting and running away from the room. Maeve needed to examine the situation more carefully because her survival instinct flew away from her. Her sharp vision started to conduct a quick investigation of the space to identify the accident's cause through his forensic examination of the disorderly area.
First, she examined the high windows because all windows stayed locked so wind from outside could not have moved the heavy wood door. Second, her eyes flicked to the adjacent aisles, tracking the open spaces between the shelves—there was no one there, eliminating the possibility of a prankster or a clumsy patron who might have shoved it. The woman examined the ceiling to find broken wires and damaged building parts but the tracks remained complete and undamaged. The roomspace contained no outside elements so she focused on her hands which held the book she was reading. Her knuckles turned white as she used her sharp eyes to see a small air distortion that appeared directly above her skin which resembled a pond ripple that resulted from a stone falling into water.
A pure and unblinking observation of her surroundings created a mental challenge for her to connect different elements of the situation. The ladder's movement created a direct path that matched her sudden moment of fear. Her mind had been visualizing a tangible energy force and the physical universe had reacted to it. The situation became terrifying for her because she perceived herself as an ordinary human being who lacked magical powers but her exceptional vision capacity forced her to make a choice between two dangerous options. She had access to all the evidence yet she failed to comprehend her achievement because she lacked knowledge about her abilities. The visual data showed her as the main focus of the event while her reasoning system rejected this notion as unfeasible. Maeve stood up to smooth her skirt before she walked outside into the Bracknell rain after she established a mental picture of the wreckage arrangement. Her sharp vision detected the red-handed anomaly but she decided to conceal the unexplainable truth about her origins because she could not find a solution to the puzzle.
STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 17th May.
𝓜𝓪𝓮𝓿𝓮. 𝓛. 𝓐
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Charmer
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Charmer
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
During his muggle school years in France, Chatt was quite the popular kid. He can quickly lift up the room. He was a natural talker. Chatt had a gravitational personality that he didn't require much effort to make friends. He was extremely likeable and well-known. Not only that, he had quite the face! Girls would giggle and give him any treat he'd desire. Chatt would decline kindly. He doesn't like sweets. No. So they'd give him really good food instead. Now that's what he's talking about! Chatt could talk to anyone without ease. Even if they were incredibly introverted, or had a hard time talking. Chatt would match their pace of how they wanted to interact. He'd cross no boundaries, but a genuinely good guy. He'd watch the bigger muggle kids play sports, and he'd tell you all about it. He's not the type to judge a character, no, not at all! He's really just a carefree young boy. Some might say he was incredibly fake, engaging popularity to manipulate. A big bully they might say. But most people who known Chatt had ALOT more to say than me myself. But where did he get this from? Well of course his father was quite the eye-candy! But this isn't about him! Adding on about Chatts popularity, this wasn't only because he was an outgoing person. People looked up to him more often because he was quite smart for his age. This meant that not only did they like him because he could talk with them easily, approach him without no problems, and because of his cute looks. This meant they genuinely liked him for being smart and helpful. They'd never realized he would be the top performer in the muggle school. Chatt would carefully access situations and help others. Making them get attracted (not romantically) to Chatt quite easily. If someone required help but too afraid to ask, Chatts humourous personality and his pretty natural intelligence would pull them in easily! And what's worst—after moving into England under the care of his father, alone. As kids look up to their parents as the role model of their life, Chatt got most of his fathers personality, demeanor, actions, habits more often now. This meant he'd been EXPOSED to a person who was also popular in their school and it was only natural for him to be naturally popular as well.
STATUS: Pending, Meiyu, 17th May
- Just 4 words short from the wordcount requirement which is 400 words.
STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 17th May.
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Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioIt had always been a mystery to Briar. She wasn’t as good as her twin sister at any subject, except for Charms. When she had first came to know about Charms, she had thought to herself, ‘Man, I’m failing this’, but what had happened was quite the opposite. She had been impeccably good at it, excelling almost every time. Every movement was like music to her, something which meant heaven. She hadn’t experienced this in any other subject, and even Rose was stunned at her performance. That was one benefit, at least she wouldn’t have to be lectured about her grades in that matter.
She always used to wait for Charms, listening extra carefully to the teachers words. She had learnt every etymology of every spell. The wand movements and the incantations. She used to sit attentive, repeating every single phrase in her mind. It barely took her two tries to get a spell right.
She had felt a special connection with the subject in the first class itself, when they learnt the Dancing feet spell. It was a very useful one, would prove very effective in duels. She had honestly loved the whole idea of duels, her parents too her about the ones they would have in school. They used to be very competitive, and Bri would like to experience that same kind of thing.
She would feel extremely bad whenever her class used to end, and she used to practice all her charms when she used to go back to her dormitory. It was just her nature by now.
She had learned a variety of spells, imagining different scenarios in which she would use each one in her daily life.
Her favourite charm so far was the Repairing charm, or Oculus Reparo. She had absolutely loved the idea of it, and how useful it would be in life, mending things as you go, especially since she was really freaking clumsy. Her parents had been sure to remind her of that before sending her to Hogwarts, as she tended to bump her head anywhere and everywhere.
She had loved practising the Dancing feet Spell on the skeletons in their first class as well, it was thrilling altogether, that was the class where she realised, “Hmm..maybe I’m not as bad as I’d thought I would be.” That was the beginning of her new found obsession with the subject, and she hopes that she would continue to excel in it.
Wc: 409
STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 17th May.
| They say I did something bad, then why's it feel so good | All the right guys promised they’d stay | I know that you’ll never feel sorry, for the way I hurt | Don’t you forget about the way you betrayed me | You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe |
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
It had been a very long week.
After 6 days of grueling hard work in classes, the weekend was finally here! Lana decided to go into the grounds and hang about near the Great Lake, where the flowing waters would soothe her mind.
She walked over to the lake and sat under the tree by the shore where she realized that the surroundings were rather quiet for a weekend. In fact, she was the only one by the lake!
Lana was shocked by this as usually, the lake would be crowded on weekends. Still, she paid no attention and began reading Hogwarts: A History before getting bored and comfortably lying down on the grass.
Suddenly, another girl her age came up to her shrieking, "Don't sit there! It's too dangerous!" and with a look of fear on the face, the girl ran away.
Lana was surprised at this sudden warning. Yet, she paid no heed and decided, "What could be worse than a beautiful day like this spent inside?"
She lay down and stared at the pale blue sky. Now that she thought of it, the sky was more grey than it was blue. "Maybe it would rain soon?" she thought as she got up, grass stuck to the back of her clothes.
As she turned to take a look at the waters behind her, she saw many small spiders coming out from the forest. They weren't exactly small though. In fact, they were about an inch big.
Lana looked around. Apparently, the spiders were the reason nobody was there. She scoffed and walked in the direction of the spiders, stomping loudly to aware them that she was much bigger than them.
But the spiders didn't move at all. In fact, Lana was sure none of them had moved a muscle yet. She peered closely at the spiders, they looked like a poisonous breed. Regardless, Lana didn't believe them to be real spiders.
She mustered up her bravery and stepped on one of them. It made a small squeaky sound and bounced slightly. Lana was outraged. The spiders were all fake: a ridiculous prank by someone.
Lana shouted out loudly, "WHOEVER DID THIS HAS TO CLEAN IT UP!"
Students heard and were attracted to the noise. They reached there to see Lana in the midst of poisonous spiders, loudly declaring them as fakes.
A few minutes later, the lakeshore was more crowded than Lana had ever seen it before and Lana was getting more thumps on the back than ever before.
It was crazy when Lana remembered what she had done and how he had done it. She didn't remember ever being such a fearless person! Other than the time, she walked into a fire at her house to save her toys and the time she went out alone at 3am and other than the time... The list seemed to go on forever!
"Maybe, I am somehow fearless!" Lana thought to herself as she opened her book of Hogwarts: A History again only to have her attention distracted by a flock of songbirds fluttering nearby.
After 6 days of grueling hard work in classes, the weekend was finally here! Lana decided to go into the grounds and hang about near the Great Lake, where the flowing waters would soothe her mind.
She walked over to the lake and sat under the tree by the shore where she realized that the surroundings were rather quiet for a weekend. In fact, she was the only one by the lake!
Lana was shocked by this as usually, the lake would be crowded on weekends. Still, she paid no attention and began reading Hogwarts: A History before getting bored and comfortably lying down on the grass.
Suddenly, another girl her age came up to her shrieking, "Don't sit there! It's too dangerous!" and with a look of fear on the face, the girl ran away.
Lana was surprised at this sudden warning. Yet, she paid no heed and decided, "What could be worse than a beautiful day like this spent inside?"
She lay down and stared at the pale blue sky. Now that she thought of it, the sky was more grey than it was blue. "Maybe it would rain soon?" she thought as she got up, grass stuck to the back of her clothes.
As she turned to take a look at the waters behind her, she saw many small spiders coming out from the forest. They weren't exactly small though. In fact, they were about an inch big.
Lana looked around. Apparently, the spiders were the reason nobody was there. She scoffed and walked in the direction of the spiders, stomping loudly to aware them that she was much bigger than them.
But the spiders didn't move at all. In fact, Lana was sure none of them had moved a muscle yet. She peered closely at the spiders, they looked like a poisonous breed. Regardless, Lana didn't believe them to be real spiders.
She mustered up her bravery and stepped on one of them. It made a small squeaky sound and bounced slightly. Lana was outraged. The spiders were all fake: a ridiculous prank by someone.
Lana shouted out loudly, "WHOEVER DID THIS HAS TO CLEAN IT UP!"
Students heard and were attracted to the noise. They reached there to see Lana in the midst of poisonous spiders, loudly declaring them as fakes.
A few minutes later, the lakeshore was more crowded than Lana had ever seen it before and Lana was getting more thumps on the back than ever before.
It was crazy when Lana remembered what she had done and how he had done it. She didn't remember ever being such a fearless person! Other than the time, she walked into a fire at her house to save her toys and the time she went out alone at 3am and other than the time... The list seemed to go on forever!
"Maybe, I am somehow fearless!" Lana thought to herself as she opened her book of Hogwarts: A History again only to have her attention distracted by a flock of songbirds fluttering nearby.
STATUS: Approved, Elena, May 22nd
Ability Applications
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Name of the ability that you are applying for: Keen eye | First year ability
Describe why this fits your character (not why the player wants it):
ReducioAmethyst grew up under the strict and stern guidance of her grandmother, Jenalyn May Castillo.
Nothing less than perfection was expected from the young heiress.
Her grandmother taught her to be quiet, to observe more than talk, and to gulp down her surroundings like nectar, remembering everything seen and everything felt. To be able to naturally observe, carefully crafted lessons were provided to her by none other than Jenalyn May Castillo.
She started young. At 3, she would be shown pictures of multiple objects and told to find the object within the given time frame within her surroundings. Amy was a natural and even at 3 took less than the amount of time given to find the object.
At 5, she would be taken to the banks of the River Lune, flowing peacefully behind the Castillo Manor, to discern the shape of rocks and separate them in piles.
At the mere age of 8, she was introduced to the Castillo family business: the long-standing business of fine, handcrafted brooms.
On the very first day, she was introduced to the key to the business: being observant and precise. The slightest imbalance in weight, polish, or enchantment could alter a broom’s speed, turning ability, and responsiveness in the air, which was why precision mattered above all else.
She would sit for hours and see witches and wizards working on the broom, including her own father and grandfather. She would notice how quickly they were able to find mistakes in the process of broom-making.
A keen eye is essential to broom crafting to notice the slightest imperfections. An uneven grain in the wood, a poorly balanced handle or even a single, misplaced twig in the tail – a broomsmith is supposed to be able to notice it all.
Young Amethyst had then understood the need for obsessive attention to detail.
Call it hereditary or practised, Amethyst has mastered the art of noticing.
At 10, she had called out a senior broomsmith in the workshop for a twig in the middle of the tail that was slightly longer than the rest of them and angled to the opposite of the others. The broomsmith had outright denied it, but Amy insisted till the broomsmith gave up and sat down to check the piece again. He had soon found Amethyst to be right and was rather surprised that someone as young as her was able to notice details, even his eyes that had two decades of experience missed. The broomsmith had showered her with affectionate compliments, comparing the young heiress to her parents and grandparents and their trained keen eyes and had gone as far as to call her a natural.
Word Count: 445
STATUS: Approved, Elena, May 22nd
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 454/400 wc
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 454/400 wc
Reducio
Andrea had always been a girl fond of solitude. She enjoys the silence when reading in her bedroom, sitting by her window while raindrops pitter-patter on the glass, and gazing over her garden with the scent of petrichor in the air.
Her parents were constantly busy working as Aurors, so she spent most of her childhood at home, or occasionally at balls. She didn't have much company besides her house elves, who were always quite quiet as they did chores.
Because she spent so much time alone, Andrea quickly learned to do things on her own. She became independent and taught herself to be incredibly patient. Her large, quiet home did not make her feel lonely. Instead, it became a safe place where she could think and learn at her own pace. She was considerably happy with her own thoughts.
Every so often, the Woodsburns would be invited to prestigious events like balls or formal dinners. Those places were always filled with plenty other pure-blooded families, loud noise, and often loads of dancing.
While other children would be a bit restless—from not wanting to be there and other reasons—Andrea stayed completely calm and collected. She would sit quietly at her table or stand nicely next to her parents, earning praise either way from friends and co-workers of her family. They fussed over how well-behaved and composed she was for her age, often telling her parents how lucky they were to have a polite child.
Because Andrea was very patient, she used her time to look around and watch people in the room. This caused her habit of staring, which helped her become very good at noticing the little things. She learned to read rooms almost perfectly. She could tell if someone was feeling nervous by how they stood, she could see if someone was getting angry by how they smiled, she could feel the mood of a crowd change in an instant.
She knew how nice it felt to be relaxed and peaceful, so she wanted to make sure that the people around her felt comfortable too. She didn't like when the atmosphere felt heavy—either from stress, anger, and other negative emotions. She started using her own quiet presence to help others feel at ease. She found that she didn't need to start a conversation to change how people felt; sometimes, sitting beside them in silence would help.
Just by standing near someone with a kind, gentle smile, she could help make a tense room feel safe again. Andrea's goal is to make as many friends as she could. She hopes to find people like her, not too loud, yet not too silent either. With her calm presence, surely, she'd find her right people.
Her parents were constantly busy working as Aurors, so she spent most of her childhood at home, or occasionally at balls. She didn't have much company besides her house elves, who were always quite quiet as they did chores.
Because she spent so much time alone, Andrea quickly learned to do things on her own. She became independent and taught herself to be incredibly patient. Her large, quiet home did not make her feel lonely. Instead, it became a safe place where she could think and learn at her own pace. She was considerably happy with her own thoughts.
Every so often, the Woodsburns would be invited to prestigious events like balls or formal dinners. Those places were always filled with plenty other pure-blooded families, loud noise, and often loads of dancing.
While other children would be a bit restless—from not wanting to be there and other reasons—Andrea stayed completely calm and collected. She would sit quietly at her table or stand nicely next to her parents, earning praise either way from friends and co-workers of her family. They fussed over how well-behaved and composed she was for her age, often telling her parents how lucky they were to have a polite child.
Because Andrea was very patient, she used her time to look around and watch people in the room. This caused her habit of staring, which helped her become very good at noticing the little things. She learned to read rooms almost perfectly. She could tell if someone was feeling nervous by how they stood, she could see if someone was getting angry by how they smiled, she could feel the mood of a crowd change in an instant.
She knew how nice it felt to be relaxed and peaceful, so she wanted to make sure that the people around her felt comfortable too. She didn't like when the atmosphere felt heavy—either from stress, anger, and other negative emotions. She started using her own quiet presence to help others feel at ease. She found that she didn't need to start a conversation to change how people felt; sometimes, sitting beside them in silence would help.
Just by standing near someone with a kind, gentle smile, she could help make a tense room feel safe again. Andrea's goal is to make as many friends as she could. She hopes to find people like her, not too loud, yet not too silent either. With her calm presence, surely, she'd find her right people.
STATUS: Approved, Elena, May 22nd
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character:ReducioMost people would call Lauren… shy. No one would think that Lauren was ever fearless. But, the truth is, she is fearless. It’s just that people don’t notice. When she was 5 years old, her parents could tell you that she was not scared of anything unlike other girls her age who would be crying and hiding behind their parents over every small little thing.
When it was her first time riding a roller coaster at only age 5, most girls would scream or puke, that kind of stuff. But Lauren wanted to actually go again even though she had to tip toe to reach the height limit. So she went with her two older brothers who also loved roller coasters. Her brothers held on to the railing while they were going up and had to force Lauren to hold on to the railing and that it was for her own good so that she would not be injured. Going up the slope, she was bursting with energy — like a spring coiled too tightly— and sprang out of the roller coaster when it ended.
She wasn’t like those fancy, perfect girls who would scream at every little ant that they see, but instead like those people who… would just use common sense and step on the little ant. Honestly, this is what Lauren thought that separated her from the other girls living in her town. Most people would say that the shy, quiet girl is the one who is scared of every small little insect or cockroach or ant, like for instance, Emily. Emily is quiet like Lauren but shrieks way more than Lauren. Lauren is the exact opposite. Not the shy, quiet part, but the scared of everything part.
If Lauren was less shy, you would find her as the ‘savior girl’— the one who saves other girls from insects that kind of stuff. She used to fantasize about what would happen if she was… well, louder. She could be picking up a spider from the table at school while all her classmates stood on chairs.
Well, Lauren had never understood why the girls living in her town acted like… way too girly. Some of them would even shriek at the smallest of spiders or run away from insects as if the creatures were monsters and would eat them up or something. No matter what, Lauren found the world unfair because most of the time, people confused silence with weakness. Just because Lauren does not talk much or show off didn’t mean she was scared of every single thing.
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STATUS: Approved, Elena, May 22nd
| Lauren Wong - Ravenclaw | |
Sta: 7 | Eva: 7 | Str: 6 | Wis: 4 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 6 |
Sta: 9 | Eva: 5 | Str: 5 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 4 | Acc: 5 |
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist I [Year 1]
Describe why this fits your character [423/400]:
ReducioArkady's introduction to the magical world was a haphazard one at that. His heritage was hidden from him by his grandfather ever since he was placed in his care; Arkady grew up blissfully unaware of his mother's pureblood lineage and his father's manifestation of magic despite being born into a muggle family.
When Arek arrived at Durmstrang, the lanky young boy was fresh out of a small rural town in the middle of nowhere, suddenly dropped into a regal frostbitten castle in this bizarre world of magical spells, sparkling elixirs and sentient plants and paintings. Everything about the place felt unholy, defying the natural order created by scripture. However, Arkady felt more at home amongst other peculiar children than he ever had at the church. No longer was he stared at like a mistake. Instead, eyes glazed past him - unremarkable and painfully average.
During his five-year tenure at Durmstrang, Arkady never truly got along with his peers. They were an abrasive bunch, excelling and pushing themselves to near insanity in the pursuit of greatness. Many dabbled in the Dark Arts, under the tutelage of their professors. The practice left a bitter taste in the boy's mouth. It was a terrifying prospect, to venture so close to darkness like that and walk amongst children his age who championed it. To desire to harm others.
Suffice to say, Arkady steered well away from Martial Magic and Duelling in his younger, more timid days, instead fascinated by the whimsy of Charms and Transfiguration. It was beautiful, laced with careful craftsmanship and the union between science, magic and a miraculous dash of faith. He hid in libraries and the hidden nooks of his common room, reading and practicing endlessly to pass the time. The steady rhythm kept him grounded, steering his attention well away from the judgmental looks of his classmates and the memories of his grandfather's disappointed scowl. He gently build his skills with a near obsessive level of attention to detail. What else could one do in such a place?
Surely enough, he began to push ahead of his classmates, earning little more than a nod of satisfaction from his tutors. It wasn’t enough for him that he showed promise with no tenacity like the rest. But for Arkady, he found simple pleasure in finally being good at something. It was intuitive to him. Like artwork. He knew he would never please them. God knew he had tried most of his childhood chasing his grandfather’s respect. But the boy chased perfection in his own right.
STATUS: Approved, Helen A. Doukas, May 24th 2026
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist II [Year 2]
Describe why this fits your character [777/400]:
ReducioAs he grew up wandering the cold walls of Durmstrang, he found himself enthralled by the artwork that adorned the halls. The fortress was decked with dark tapestries, gothic paintings and regal portraits of revered alumni and historical figures. Every inch emanated a sense of grandeur, the weight of generations past sinking upon the shoulders of current pupils. There was magic interlaced into the very oil paint, in every stroke.
Arkady wandered these corridors compulsively, searching for a greater purpose than simply committing textbooks to memory. He had become quite adept in his studies, yearning for a new way to fill the minutes and hours between lessons and meals. Something to commit himself to, as opposed to endlessly replaying memories with feverish anxiety. The artistry interwoven with each dash of colour exuded pure perfection and skill. He craved that sort of talent.
He found himself in the depths of the palace, tucked away from prying eyes, staring at an easel. Over his years at the church, Arkady had dabbled in watercolour, pencils, ink, pastels, but never oils. His art was treasured by his small community, depicting biblical tales or simple children's illustrations. Truthfully, he felt a great deal of disdain towards his older work. It felt performative and dishonest to himself; he was simply uninspired. This was his chance to start anew, and still, he had not a single idea of what to create. He pondered for hours, returning habitually over the course of days to stare at the blank white canvas, never committing his brush. Pacing, sketching, erasing, repeating.
Embarking into the halls once more, he searched for inspiration - something that felt real enough for him to enshrine in paint forever. The boy spent hours down the hallways, looking at portraits of famed sportsmen of the school, showcasing their numerous victories. Durmstrang was renowned for producing fearsome duellists. As his eyes trailed over the team photos, stretching back years, he fixated on one particular girl.
A young woman with the same dull blonde hair, cut into a sixties bob that curled towards her face. She had those striking powder blue eyes that flared with determination. She did not smile, her stark red lipstick forming the slightest smirk. Beneath it, her name was encrusted in gold. Vasilisa. She was an aristocratic figure, mythical and distant, but Arkady stared at that portrait for far longer than he cared to admit. He felt some kind of kinship. A connection, however tenuous.
Throwing himself into this peculiar whim, he scoured student records and yearbooks over the last decades, hoping to affirm his strange instinctual suspicions. He documented and bookmarked for hours on end. Eventually, he struck gold. His father, Antoni Piotr Piecyk - a name rarely uttered by his grandfather, but often whispered amongst gossiping wives of his hometown. He was stood with his arm around that same striking girl, his lips pressed tenderly to her temple. She leaned against him comfortably, still donning that devilish glint in her eyes. This time, she did indeed crack a small, coy smile, looking up at the man with a fondness that thawed her brutality.
That night, Arkady stayed up til sunrise, the hours racing past him without him noticing. He plowed through tubes of paint and blank easels, painting and destroying, repainting again until every dash was perfect. He completed his first ever portrait, like Icarus throwing himself at the sun, determined for his wings to hold. A portrait of a mother, clothed in crimson Durmstrang garments. She wore wolfskin over her shoulders, muzzle tied shut with rope and a diamond where its eye should be. Her hair was curled impeccably into sleek finger waves, her ears pierced with ornate Russian jewels. She stared back at the viewer, as if daring them to question her authority. She was beautiful. Vasilisa the Beautiful.
For years since, he prized it as his first and greatest work, though he could never bear to look at it again. To this day, he keeps it in his closet, facing the wall. Shoved behind coats, scarves and years of love and resentment wasted. He had inherited her burning desire for more - only, he was more ashamed of it than she had ever been.
Painting however, remained his passion. He jested it was the love of his life. Yet every piece of art he ever created followed the same desperate cycle of destruction. Doing and redoing, burning and restarting until everything was to his standard of divine perfection. Those that observed his work, which he often hid from the public would attest; the man has an indescribably ability to enshrine life onto a canvas, as if frozen in time. Trapped.
STATUS: Pending, Helen A. Doukas, May 24th 2026
Although this is a lovely application, we need you to write more on acquiring this specific ability. We need to be able to immediately tell what you are applying for, so please explain Arkady using, learning or discovering the skill.STATUS: Approved, Helen A. Doukas, May 25th 2026
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner [Year 3]
Describe why this fits your character [401/400]:
ReducioIt was inevitable that one day Arkady would find himself dragged into the Duellist's Arena. The art and sport was so central to Durmstrang's ethos, practically becoming its lifeblood. In his third year, he had finally conceded; what was the point of attending the school without emerging with its uniquely prided skillset?
It was his aptitude for Charms at such a young stage of his education that helped him to flourish as a Duellist. Years spent reciting prayer had made incantations come naturally to him. He came to find out that people often underestimated the utility of basic charms. Purely a lack of imagination, as it happened. You see, it was true that one cannot use Wingardium Leviosa to levitate a person, but you certainly could one's wand. Or worse, their clothes, pulling their robes over their eyes.
His aversion to causing harm led to a particularly innovative attitude towards the study of Charms. To Arkady, Charms did not feel like violence. They felt like a conversation, a playful back and forth. There was something almost musical about Charms work; it was a careful persuasion of the world rather than an act of domination. He would make his opponents dance, parrying their attacks with an entertaining jester-like quality. Arkady’s anxious, hypervigilant personality made him perfectly suited for evading attempts, darting around the floor like a ballet dancer.
Arek quickly garnered an audience at his matches, fascinating others with his style of combat. He grew more and more enraptured by the sport, finding his teeth sinking into the meat like a ravenous animal at times. It gave his peers a bit of a chill seeing the look of wicked delight in his eyes as the light from his wand shone against his features. He was volatile, unpredictable and sickeningly good - they supposed their underestimation of him gave him an edge. Arkady was enthralled by the performance of it all, ending his fights by elegantly disarming his opponents and thrusting their wand into the air in victory.
Slowly but surely, he climbed the ranks, earning the silent respect of his peers. In Charms class, he kept his head down, a placid smile often gracing his features as he wondered how to work his new repertoire in his battles. The study allowed him to win beautifully enough to forget that winning necessitated defeating another. Overpowering them and proverbially putting them out of their misery.
STATUS: Approved, Helen A. Doukas, May 24th 2026
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker [Year 6]
Wand Description: 25,4 cm (10") mayhaw wood and horned serpent horn, quite flexible
Describe why this fits your character [506/400]:
ReducioArkady's transfer to Ilvermorny was his chance at a clean state. To wipe the board clean and start afresh without the baggage he'd been carrying from Poland all across Europe. Though it was intimidating joining a cohort in his sixth year, he hoped to enter as a neutral new face, kindly acknowledged and ignored. His first day promised new ceremonies and generations of tradition, mounted on him in a flurry of people, applause and watching eyes.
First came the Gordian Knot ceremony. Arkady was ushered into the Grand Chamber in the midst of first years and fellow transfer students. He stepped up to the towering wooden statues, dwarfed in size and ogled by their beady, diamond eyes. The Pukwudgie Warrior suddenly jolted into action, raising his bow and drawing back a sharp poisoned arrow. He had been claimed immediately by the house of Healers and the docile-hearted. Arek had seen in coming and he certainly had no complaints, though he had hoped his intellect would have shone through more over his almost pathetic altruism and meek personality.
He was soon shuffled towards the Wand Hall, blacking out the walk until he found himself at the centre of the circular hall. Stood upon a podium, leaning upon a lectern, stared at by a sea of expectant students and professors alike. Everywhere he turned, the endless walls were dotted with thousands of house-crafted wands. Arek swallowed thickly. His old wand had been second hand, an afterthought provided by Durmstrang upon arrival. Temperamental and slightly irritated to belong to such a timid boy. He digressed, learning to harness its potential and manage its backtalk.
Trying to suppress the tremors in his fingers, he held out his hand, closing his eyes and murmuring his desire in a wand.
"A companion."
A few options glimmered. A handsome ebony weapon that almost dared him to try it. A professor summoned it from the shelves and handed it to him, but it immediately emitted a thunderous charge of electricity - Arkady dropped it in shock. It visibly wilted, clearly looking for a wielder with more of an imposing presence.
There was a pretty larch wand too. Curupira core, they said. Larch was said to take a liking to the less confident, so it was no wonder Arkady couldn’t help but feel a little laughed at. Thankfully, when he gave it a bold strike, it fizzled with sad, half-hearted sparks.
Finally, he was handed an elegant mayhaw wand, almost like a conducting stick. He liked the feel of it and the weight against his palm. It seemed cool to the touch, a little numbing - but in a good way. He gave it an experimental twirl, and the rest was history. A shimmer of light extending from the tip like a paintbrush, sketching swirling waves like a river, bleeding out in watercolour teals and blues. It was perfect. He always secretly smiled to himself, feeling that Horned Serpent house had claimed him at least a little bit, a fragment of the beast’s horn encased in wood.
Why the Wand?:
Horned Serpent cores are known to select owners with a level-head and a propensity to defend them and their own. Arkady is a peaceful hearted man at the best of times, save for his theatrical duels. He has an ability to put those around him at ease with a smile and a gentle pat on the back. Having been silent most of his childhood, Arkady is an excellent listener. attuned to emotions and shifts in the air like a fine-tuned barometer. Of course, his intelligence is a given. He shone academically in spite of his efforts to blend into the background. His creative talent was too a remarkable gift, often used to enhance his imaginative spellcasting. Finally, Ark deeply values loyalty and honesty, displayed by his familial love for his close friends. Overall, it seemed only right he was chosen by the Horned Serpent. [144/50]
Mayhaw wood thrives off of internal conflict, duality and complexity, thereby favouring both healing and harming. Arkady is a wicked duellist with a tendency towards volatility when pushed to anger, though rare. However, he is in his heart a Healer, and a very talented one at that. He is a man who carries the burden of so much internal conflict, from his division over magic and faith, his romantic worldview and his fear of intimacy, his pacifism and his capability of immense violence, a Headmaster who hates authority, and a young man carrying the weight of years on his back. [100/50]
A Quite Flexible wand also searches for an owner of the same dexterity and ability to adapt and bend. Arek is a chameleon of a man, raised to fit the expectations bestowed upon him. However, he holds fast to his beliefs and morals, sturdy and reliable when needed. He always bears a form of restriction over his expression, a sour aftertaste from his strict unbringing, but strives daily to break free of old habits. He aspires to make something new of his past. [83/50]
Longer wands often favour owners with a flair for the dramatic, while shorter wands opt for owners of a shorter temperament. With a wand sitting comfortable in the middle at 10", Arkady embraces his love for the arts, adopting a confident persona on stage and in private. However, in his day-to-day he reverts back to his timid ways, like a flower without water. [63/50]
STATUS: Approved, Helen A. Doukas, May 24th 2026
Arkady, 25/05 - Edits made to Perfectionist II!
Ability Applications
Y4
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker | Maple, Wampus hair, 34.9 cm, Slightly Swishy
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Use this in trunk: Wandmaker — someone who is never meant to stay in one place for too long.
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker | Maple, Wampus hair, 34.9 cm, Slightly Swishy
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
A lifetime too early, Santiago found himself on an unlikely quest to Vila do Mato with the intention to purchase a new wand. When the fourth year pushed the door open to the wandshop, an wholly unserious character, in Santiago’s eyes, Rafael Monteiro was relaxing in his chair, feet resting on the counter. As soon as the doorbell rang, announcing a new customer, he quickly threw himself up from his seat to greet him. Laying eyes on Santiago, his forced smile shifted into something more genuine, but surprised. It was clear that it was possibly one of the last people he’d expected this afternoon, a sentiment Santi unfortunately had to agree with.
“You’re back already? What brings you here, Santiago?” The wandmaker greeted him with a quizzical look of amusement.
He’d been here as soon as three years ago to purchase his chestnut wand. The same wand was now inside his bag, in an irreparable amount of pieces. It had served him fine, not noticing any drastic change in spell quality until one day when it just decided to explode during a herbology class. As embarrassing as it was to come crawling back due to a wand giving up on him, Santi was in dire need of a new match.
Heat stung his face even as the soon-to-be fifteen year old played it off casual, reaching into his bag to retrieve the evidence. Dampening his bottom lip, he mumbled in a low tone, “I need a new wand.”
Emptying the chestnut pieces onto the counter, a moment of surprised silence followed. After a moment, eyes wide, the shop owner started laughing at him, causing mild irritation to bloom in his expression. “It exploded? What’s the context, kiddo?” An expression of disbelief flickered between him and what had once been his wand.
“Herbology class…” Santiago answered dryly, not offering more than was absolutely necessary. Honestly, he didn’t know what had caused it to break, nor had he seen it coming before it was too late.
Picking up a splinter of the rementans to examine it with squinted eyes, there was clearly nothing more to be done. Rafael sighed and dropped the piece back into the pile once more. Of course, it was apparently enough information for the man to make a joke at his expense, a student who was known for his ambition and straight O’s. “Well, I suppose it was a long time coming. I’ve seen your grades.” Leaning over the counter, the man scrunched his nose in a playful grimace. “You’re not exactly known for your green fingers. I’ve heard you have decided to join the ministry.” When noticing Santiago’s dark scowl, the man laughed, “I’m kidding! Relax. We’ll find a new wand. Something that fits your new ambition.” As he turned towards the shelves, he mused about chestnuts clearly not being the way to go, seeing how that turned out.
The first option that he was instructed to try to wield was an ebony wand with a dragon heartstring core. Not certain what to expect, Santi grabbed the handle and attempted to levitate a nearby book. The results were decent, some would say good enough, but underwhelming compared to what he was looking for. He wanted something that felt intense and lived-in.
“We can do better than that,” Rafael said, proceeding to pull out a Hornbeam wand with a phoenix feather core. Likewise, the wand barely responded to his magic when he attempted another spell, even if that one too, might have served him decently for a while. The man glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “Not a one-track mind, huh? Alright, I have something else,” he said, which brought them to the final test.
“Maple wood, wampus cat hair, slightly springy. And I’m not just pulling this to drain your worth in gold.”
For once, even Santiago flashed a slightly amused smile. Money for a costly maple wand was never a problem. Taking the wand in hand, he felt a hum of warmth rush through his finger, extending all the way through his hand and arm. Promising, he thought before he sealed it with a spell.
Maple wood 92/50
Like maple wands, Santiago doesn’t enjoy being stuck in one place for too long. He is constantly trying to evolve, progress, and advance his life, already evident in his high ambitions. He already decided on his law career path in his second year and has since become a Defence Against the Dark Arts prodigy. Maple wood’s need for travel and and new scenery reflects where his life is heading, including a lot of travel, new experiences privately and professionally, and the fact that he's already visiting new places with his on-the-move family.
Wampus cat hair 130/50
Wampus hair suits Santiago because it matches the way he naturally affects people around him without even consciously trying. He is intense and makes people pay attention to him, and he captures attention effortlessly when he enters a room. The core’s connection to mind-based magic reflects his ability to read situations and people quickly, often understanding intent and emotion in a way that feels instinctive. He doesn’t see the world in simple terms of good or bad, but in complexity, nuance and motive, which aligns with the wand’s preference for witches and wizards with a morally grey worldview. Like Wampus owners, he has the potential to become a natural leader, not because he seeks it, but because people are drawn to his presence and end up following his direction anyway.
34.9 cm 70/50
This length suits him because he doesn’t do anything halfway, magically or emotionally. He is intense and tends to go all in or not at all, fully committing when something matters to him and shutting it out completely when it doesn’t. Even when he is quiet, his personality and presence speaks volumes. A longer wand fits that presence, the way he takes up space even when he’s not trying to.
Slightly Swishy 76/50
While this might be a surprising flexibility for Santiago, slightly swishy suits him because, even with his intensity and goal-oriented mind, he is heavily influenced by his emotional state. His control is not finely tuned yet and his need for intensity in all its forms takes over. In contrast, when something doesn’t interest him at all, he can completely disregard it. This swish reflects the way he can shift quickly between restraint and full emotional investment.
A lifetime too early, Santiago found himself on an unlikely quest to Vila do Mato with the intention to purchase a new wand. When the fourth year pushed the door open to the wandshop, an wholly unserious character, in Santiago’s eyes, Rafael Monteiro was relaxing in his chair, feet resting on the counter. As soon as the doorbell rang, announcing a new customer, he quickly threw himself up from his seat to greet him. Laying eyes on Santiago, his forced smile shifted into something more genuine, but surprised. It was clear that it was possibly one of the last people he’d expected this afternoon, a sentiment Santi unfortunately had to agree with.
“You’re back already? What brings you here, Santiago?” The wandmaker greeted him with a quizzical look of amusement.
He’d been here as soon as three years ago to purchase his chestnut wand. The same wand was now inside his bag, in an irreparable amount of pieces. It had served him fine, not noticing any drastic change in spell quality until one day when it just decided to explode during a herbology class. As embarrassing as it was to come crawling back due to a wand giving up on him, Santi was in dire need of a new match.
Heat stung his face even as the soon-to-be fifteen year old played it off casual, reaching into his bag to retrieve the evidence. Dampening his bottom lip, he mumbled in a low tone, “I need a new wand.”
Emptying the chestnut pieces onto the counter, a moment of surprised silence followed. After a moment, eyes wide, the shop owner started laughing at him, causing mild irritation to bloom in his expression. “It exploded? What’s the context, kiddo?” An expression of disbelief flickered between him and what had once been his wand.
“Herbology class…” Santiago answered dryly, not offering more than was absolutely necessary. Honestly, he didn’t know what had caused it to break, nor had he seen it coming before it was too late.
Picking up a splinter of the rementans to examine it with squinted eyes, there was clearly nothing more to be done. Rafael sighed and dropped the piece back into the pile once more. Of course, it was apparently enough information for the man to make a joke at his expense, a student who was known for his ambition and straight O’s. “Well, I suppose it was a long time coming. I’ve seen your grades.” Leaning over the counter, the man scrunched his nose in a playful grimace. “You’re not exactly known for your green fingers. I’ve heard you have decided to join the ministry.” When noticing Santiago’s dark scowl, the man laughed, “I’m kidding! Relax. We’ll find a new wand. Something that fits your new ambition.” As he turned towards the shelves, he mused about chestnuts clearly not being the way to go, seeing how that turned out.
The first option that he was instructed to try to wield was an ebony wand with a dragon heartstring core. Not certain what to expect, Santi grabbed the handle and attempted to levitate a nearby book. The results were decent, some would say good enough, but underwhelming compared to what he was looking for. He wanted something that felt intense and lived-in.
“We can do better than that,” Rafael said, proceeding to pull out a Hornbeam wand with a phoenix feather core. Likewise, the wand barely responded to his magic when he attempted another spell, even if that one too, might have served him decently for a while. The man glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “Not a one-track mind, huh? Alright, I have something else,” he said, which brought them to the final test.
“Maple wood, wampus cat hair, slightly springy. And I’m not just pulling this to drain your worth in gold.”
For once, even Santiago flashed a slightly amused smile. Money for a costly maple wand was never a problem. Taking the wand in hand, he felt a hum of warmth rush through his finger, extending all the way through his hand and arm. Promising, he thought before he sealed it with a spell.
Maple wood 92/50
Like maple wands, Santiago doesn’t enjoy being stuck in one place for too long. He is constantly trying to evolve, progress, and advance his life, already evident in his high ambitions. He already decided on his law career path in his second year and has since become a Defence Against the Dark Arts prodigy. Maple wood’s need for travel and and new scenery reflects where his life is heading, including a lot of travel, new experiences privately and professionally, and the fact that he's already visiting new places with his on-the-move family.
Wampus cat hair 130/50
Wampus hair suits Santiago because it matches the way he naturally affects people around him without even consciously trying. He is intense and makes people pay attention to him, and he captures attention effortlessly when he enters a room. The core’s connection to mind-based magic reflects his ability to read situations and people quickly, often understanding intent and emotion in a way that feels instinctive. He doesn’t see the world in simple terms of good or bad, but in complexity, nuance and motive, which aligns with the wand’s preference for witches and wizards with a morally grey worldview. Like Wampus owners, he has the potential to become a natural leader, not because he seeks it, but because people are drawn to his presence and end up following his direction anyway.
34.9 cm 70/50
This length suits him because he doesn’t do anything halfway, magically or emotionally. He is intense and tends to go all in or not at all, fully committing when something matters to him and shutting it out completely when it doesn’t. Even when he is quiet, his personality and presence speaks volumes. A longer wand fits that presence, the way he takes up space even when he’s not trying to.
Slightly Swishy 76/50
While this might be a surprising flexibility for Santiago, slightly swishy suits him because, even with his intensity and goal-oriented mind, he is heavily influenced by his emotional state. His control is not finely tuned yet and his need for intensity in all its forms takes over. In contrast, when something doesn’t interest him at all, he can completely disregard it. This swish reflects the way he can shift quickly between restraint and full emotional investment.
Use this in trunk: Wandmaker — someone who is never meant to stay in one place for too long.
STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 25th May.