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Callista had always been a cat person. Growing up, she spent a lot of time with their cat, Miluku. She would go to him when she felt lonely and just talk. Most of the time, he didn’t spare her a second glance, but he always had a sixth sense for when she was really upset, and sometimes, he would stay and listen. She didn’t know if he could understand her (probably not), but he could probably see it by her behaviour and hear it by her tone of voice.

Callista was always soft and gentle with him, as she was with everyone, but she never raised her voice or hit him. Even if he scratched her (which was very rare), she never got mad at him. When she was younger, she would cry, but she never blamed him because she knew that Miluku would never purposefully harm her.

As she grew older, and Miluku became larger, greyer, and plumper, Callista began to find herself spending less time with him. She would still seek him out for comfort, but she grew used to bottling her emotions, and she dedicated herself to her studies. Still, she loved him, and he would still look out for her. Even one of her early signs of magic involved finding him.

She disliked going on trips, preferring the safety of her home, but when Callista did go on them, it was usually with her family. When she went camping, her favourite part was always the animals. She loved them, and they loved her. Deer would stop and stare at her, sometimes taking food from her hands. Bears would leave her alone. Birds would flock in the nearby trees, surrounding her with their sounds. Snakes never bit her, and she never seemed to get hurt by wild animals.

During the fall of her first year at Hogwarts, she followed her friend to a “hunt” that was taking place. In that hunt, she encountered a creature she had never seen before - a Matagot. Thankfully, the creature seemed to take a liking to her, allowing Callista to pet it. The mere presence of the girl seemed to calm it.

When she bought a cat, the first pet she owned wholly by herself, her affinity with creatures only grew. Sachiko immediately took a liking to her, and Callista adored the cat. She took time every day to make sure her cat was healthy and happy, and you would occasionally spot her murmuring to Sachi. The cat, in return, enjoyed languishing in her owner’s lap, sometimes following the second year to her classes.

As Callista cared for her own cat, it only became more apparent that animals, especially cats, simply adored her. Perhaps it was her gentle and kind nature, or perhaps she simply had an affinity for it. Regardless, it was clear that she and Sachi had a close bond that wouldn’t be shaken easily.

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Edme Achillean had lived their entire life feeling like some little bit of them was simply wrong.

It wasn't just because of the dark night at the Wilson's Thanksgiving. This was the second foster home after Edme's brother had given in to not being able to take care of her. She couldn't say she wasn't enjoying it, they just didn't really feel a connection to the people she had to call their parents.

The rain had been relentless, and the full moon made it no less frightening, what with the recent attacks around the area from an unidentified pack of werewolves. The Wilson's being a family of wizards had been insistent on making this a night to remember, not only just to distract the kids from the moon. They had been using as much as they could bring to make it feel like a true feast. Edme wasn't impressed.

The happy cheer was only interrupted by the blood curdling howl that shook the house that night. It had shaken up most of the family, and Mr. Wilson insisted on taking a peak outside. Unfortunately, Edme was little and stupid, and hadn't the littlest idea of the actual danger that Werewolves posed on the night of the full moon. So she followed after him like a duck behind its mother.

She had snuck onto the porch, the rain pouring down in buckets. In front of the house was a single werewolves frothing at the mouth and staring wide eyed at Mr. Wilson. From where Edme stood they had a bad view of the werewolf from behind Mr. Wilson, and wanted to see what the entire house had been talking about for the month since the last full moon. She had stepped to the side a bit, closer to the rail, her footsteps masked by the rain. She had gripped onto it and watched as the werewolves attention directed itself to her direction, now staring directly at her. That was when Mr. Wilson looked down and jumped back in a panicked surprise at seeing Edme. This left the steps down from the porch open, and Edme slipped on the wet wood and tumbled down to the ground. Mr. Wilson attempted to get to her, but the werewolf was faster and scared him just in time to bite Edme on the arm. She let out a scream of pain and held her arm close to her chest, it stinging so incredibly bad. The werewolf left without much a second thought, probably thinking it had succeeded in its mission.

Edme was sent to St. Mungo's immediately, but of course it was an irreversible fault, and Edme was left to a new foster home, as the Wilson's couldn't take care of a werewolf correctly.

The first full moon was at the Lewis's. Mrs. Lewis was incredibly caring, feeding Edme as frequently as possible and constantly showing enough sympathy for the new bite. Mr. Lewis tried at the very least. When the sun was beginning to set they had shown Edme to the basement, where a metal door was messed with a bit so as to have multiple locks and a definite difficulty to leave from. It was dark, but Mrs. Lewis had turned on a flickering light and explained that it was the best they could do. They both left about ten minutes later.

There were no windows, so Edme wasn't sure when the change would occur. When it did, Edme was shocked by the strange pain in her back that left her on her hands and knees. It felt like her bones were grinding against each other, growing and shrinking and changing. She had screamed, a bloody, terrified cry. Her spine contorted itself and her entire figure hunched, feet growing and changing. It was only moments later that she couldn't tell which way was which or where she was.

At the end of the full moon, Edme stayed in the basement, barely able to move while she recovered from the pain. Mrs. Lewis had nervously come down, going and picking up Edme, taking her straight to St. Mungo's. Edme was in a cast for the next few weeks. The Lewis's eventually sat her down and told her they didn't have the ability to take care of her due to a recent problem with money, and she was sent off to another house.

This was when foster care became a struggle. Bouncing in and out of homes, searching for one that treated Edme with an ounce of decency. They always made it seem like she was just a werewolf, and had nothing more outside of that.

It still took her months to recover from the unbearable dread that the night at the Wilson's made her feel. It forced memories of her brother explaining to her that they had a long line of amazing, strong wizards of great ability and power. She had believed that she could be just like that. But after the bite, she felt like she had put a stain on the family name. Would she even make it to Hogwarts? Would anyone ever want to be with her after finding out she was a werewolf? Would she simply just have to end the bloodline here?

One of the foster houses managed to get them in touch with a therapist, and this therapist always said "It's not you that's different, it's just all of them. Like a foreigner on a planet of aliens."

Sure, Tracy. Edme's main problems all lead back to her being the only normal one among these people. No matter what others said to reassure them, what reassurance they gave, Edme fell into the thoughts. The beliefs, the lies. And sooner or later, they caved in. She went into her shell and didn't emerge. Her opinions became agreements, statements became facts. All that made them original made them just another follower. But no matter how hard they tried, that one small feature that always stood the tallest made her step out of line.

Lycanthropy's physical attributes never helped any of this. It felt like she was growing taller, their scents were becoming heightened, like they could smell a person when they entered a room. Everything felt like it was getting bigger, just to make her stand out in a crowd. Soon they could touch a door frame with ease and grow to almost the size of their foster parents when wearing her big clunky boots. All these traits made her feel big, but their opinions still held their ground as small little beings floating in the back of her brain.

When the letter for Hogwarts came, they were excited to say the least. Maybe Hogwarts had magic to heal her lycanthropy! Maybe they could stop the moon from changing her so, or shrink them down to perfect size. Their hopes were far too high, but they were lead by their own adrenaline, and there was nothing stopping them now.

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Wisdom: 7
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━ Father, why don't I have fangs like you? Anastasia sits in the living room, facing her father. A chessboard stands between them, in a fairly advanced game. Anastasia is six years old and has recently been wondering why she is missing her fangs. Her father smiles, the candlelight reflecting off his long fangs. ━ You are a Dhampir, Anastasia. You have fangs, but they are hidden. ━ But why? You have visible fangs, Father! And Mother has no holes where I have. ━ I am a vampire, Ana. Your mother is a witch. And you are our daughter, a Dhampir. Your holes are perfectly normal. Checkmate. The white king falls. Andrew gets up and goes back to his office. Anastasia sits for a while, playing with the white queen. Eventually she gets up, and stands in front of the mirror. She smiles and sees as usual. Perfectly aligned, white teeth. And two holes. Her hidden fangs. ● ● ● Mathilda Cambell has always loved to travel. After receiving her NEWTs with honours, she took a year off to visit Europe. Her year was soon over, and she was now visiting Scotland. Her native Scotland, which she knew well. While walking around one evening, she saw a young man coming out of a house. An excessively pale young man with extremely long canines. Bloodstained. Mathilda had heard of Scottish vampires. But she didn't think she'd run into one. In nineteen years of existence, she had never seen one. Her whole being told her to leave, to flee this place, to apparate, to go home. But she stood there, looking at the vampire. Andrew Varney released the blow from his victim, a man in his forties. Andrew preferred men, especially the naive ones. As he left the room, he laughed, thinking that the man would die the next day when he opened his curtains, because of the sun. Andrew walked out of the house and felt a presence. He turned his head and saw a young lady: his next victim. "Why doesn't she run?" It was strange. Andrew stood there, intrigued by this girl who was not running away. She hadn't even screamed! In other circumstances, the girl would now be a corpse. And if she was lucky, a future vampire or dhampir. But no, Andrew just stood there, his grey eyes looking into the girl's brown ones. ━ Who are you? Why aren't you scared of me? ━ I... I' m Mathilda. Mathilda Campbell. What was going on? Why was his heart beating so fast? Was she falling in love with a vampire? She, Mathilda Campbell, who, frankly, only half believed in vampires? And yet she did. And yet she did. Why? Why? She didn't understand. The girl - Mathilda - had not answered his second question. Usually it annoys her when people don't answer her questions. But he can't seem to hate Mathilda. Mathilda he just knows. He took a step towards her, she took a step back. Mathilda was getting scared, Andrew could feel it. The vampire grabbed her arm so quickly that she didn't understand until she felt his claws on her arm. Mathilda saw her last minutes coming. He was going to bite her, she was going to die. Wait a minute. No, she wasn't going to die. She was going to turn into a vampire. But she didn't want to. Right now, she was hesitating between running away, passing out, and kissing the vampire. Mathilda was officially under the vampire's spell. What had he done to her brain? Again he hesitated. To bite the girl or not? Biting the girl meant either turning her into a vampire or killing her. Not to bite her was to traumatize her. He looked into her eyes. Fear. And something else. No, Andrew would not kill Mathilda. He chattered his teeth to scare her, she fainted. When Mathilda came to, it was eight o'clock in the morning, she was in her hotel room and she was perfectly safe. It was when she got up that she saw the note. My name is Andrew Varney. It was a pleasure to meet you. Signed with a bloodstain. The vampire's name was Andrew... ● ● ● Mathilda stayed longer than expected in this part of Scotland. She got to know Andrew better, who promised never to bite her. Mathilda then got to know Andrew's family. Mathilda and Andrew became engaged and then went to visit Mathilda's parents. At first frightened, the Campbells grew to like Andrew and his vampire family. They got married a month after Mathilda's twenty-second birthday. They moved to Eigg Island and three years later gave birth to Anastasia. The island was quite large, the muggles few and far between and the wizards non-existent. It was perfect for a wizard-vampire couple and their daughter.

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Victoria had to take private lessons from her mother since childhood. Her mother had always taught her how to calm people down, and so Victoria knew that even if she wasn't calm, it shouldn't be obvious.

Victoria had participated in a dance competition when she was little and was very nervous. But she was still trying not to show it, as her mother had taught her. However, the anxiety of his teammates was evident. Victoria took a deep breath and moved towards her friends. She gave a nice speech encouraging them. In this way, they finished the competition with the best result.

Victoria could sometimes console herself with her speeches. She managed to calm everyone down because she spoke with sincerity and logic in her speeches.


Sometimes talking was useless and that was normal. Victoria would then try to change the subject and distract the other person. That's why people respected and loved Victoria.

Victoria would sometimes speak out against herself to calm herself, and it worked. When She wasn't working, she was trying the skills she discovered in herself. He even received thanks from most people when he suggested it to some.

Victoria was really good at calming down. She would focus people on their goals and be optimistic about them. By being optimistic, she would remove the guilt in people's hearts.

Victoria once played with her friends. However, the opposing team was breaking the rules of the game and cheating on Victoria. Although Victoria could calm people down, she couldn't control herself when she got angry. Victoria hated cheating and held a grudge against them. Victoria then calmed herself by trying different avenues and was successful once again.

Asminy always radiated a calm aura to those around her and people enjoyed it immensely. This is why Victoria's perimeter is so wide.

However, this feature also had its drawbacks. Victoria has repeatedly encouraged the wrong people. When these people regained their self-confidence, they left Victoria and made fun of her.

Victoria therefore carefully selects the people she calms, which makes it easy for her to succeed. Victoria once tried to be as optimistic as possible when trying to calm a girl who really regretted her mistakes. The girl finally calmed down and thanked Victoria with a beautiful smile. But then the girl started making fun of Victoria and it broke her heart.

However, although Asminy was an impatient girl, she always had a positive attitude as she learned from her mother. Although this was difficult at times, it helped Victoria a lot, she.

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Wisdom: 7
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Jake has always been a small boy. Jake has always been a scared boy. Jake did not know how to fight. He did not know how to be brave and face danger head-on. There was only one thing he knew HOW to do and it was the only thing that his small size came in handy for. Getting away as fast as possible.

Jake didn't like to play sports, so his agility was not something that others got to see very much. Even HE didn't really get to. Jake was usually content to sit and draw, or read a book. He liked peaceful days, and lying about in nature... So it wasn't often that he realized just how good he was at avoiding danger or how fast he could be, when driven by fear.

It made sense why he wouldn't know. His parents had always gone to every length they could to keep him safe, and his sheltered life didn't let him face much danger. When he came to Hogwarts though, there were no more parents to protect him, and he was stuck in a school full of MANY dangers, including one of the biggest dangers of all...bullies.

Jake had always been an easy target for bullies, even back in the muggle world. But his homeschooling and protective parenting had kept them away. At school there was nothing to keep them away, and for the first time Jake began to realize just how fast he could be. When a much larger boy came jeering towards you, it was impressive how quickly the small Hufflepuff could disappear.

Maybe it helped that Jake was always on the LOOKOUT for danger, because he expected it to come at every turn. He had always been that way, his anxious parents having instilled in him the fear of a dangerous world. Pretty much ANYTHING could hurt you, and at Hogwarts? At Hogwarts, he had found himself thrown into a world of magic, where he no longer even knew what was possible and what wasn't. Ghosts, werewolves, and other such monsters that had always been told to him to be just stories, were very very real. At Hogwarts, Jake was at a world where literally anything could happen, and the boy's active imagination could always foresee something that could hurt him.

It didn't take much for Jake to realize that danger was afoot. Sure, often when that happened, he might just freeze instead, unable to move at all. He might cling to another student. But sometimes, when all else failed, miraculously his legs would work. He would run, duck, and do whatever he had to to get as far away from the scariness as possible and back to safety.

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Second year was much the same for Jake, except now he had an even GREATER sense of when danger was coming (Thanks to a little voice in his head). Even better, the boy's likelihood of freezing when scared started to go down just a little (sure, it still happened SOMETIMES, but well, a year at Hogwarts made you just a little more used to being scared). Now it was starting to get a lot more likely that he would run instead of standing like a deer in headlights.

Jake hadn't realized just how good he was at evading things though until one fateful snowy day, when SOME mean kids thought it would be funny to pelt him with snowballs. They were HARD ones too! Jake heard the snickers before he felt the first snowball hit him on the back. Pain radiated from where it had hit, and the sensitive boy let out an 'ow!'

When he turned around though, to see who had done that, the twelve-year-old realized just how dire his situation REALLY was. There wasn't just ONE bully, it was a whole group. And all of them had the same wolfish grin, as they held their snowballs and looked at him. Jake gulped, knowing just how much trouble he was in now.

What happened next was practically a miracle. One by one the other kids threw their snowballs, and Jake yelped and ducked out of the way of one, jumped to the side from another, and then ducked down, hands over his head, to just in time get right under a third. Snowball after snowball came pelting at Jake, and somehow some way, though Jake had no idea HOW (Running on pure instinct) each one would whoosh past him unable to hit its small target.

Somehow Jake had dodged them all.

Scared as he was, Jake barely realized just how lucky he was. His fight or flight instinct was still stuck on flight. And he had no idea when the next snowball was going to come. The boy took off running as fast as he could, and far away from them, diving behind a tree and cowering down to hide from anybody who might want to pelt him.

He hadn't escaped with his dignity but he had escaped with his life!

Fifteen minutes later when Jake finally dared to come out of his hiding spot and make his way back to the castle he thought back to the snowball incident, and wondered how he HAD managed to dodge so many in a row when he hadn't even known what he was doing. Sometimes being scared and being small could be very very useful.

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Every single little detail matters.

Her parents used to tell her that when Lindsey was young. They, Fitzwilliam and Carolyn,, were both rather accomplished graduates of Ravenclaw, and knew perfectly how to make full use of the intelligence gifted to you. Hard work should always be a necessary addition to talent in order to achieve success. There’s no doubt that Lindsey had taken it into her little heart very seriously. She was a girl of ambition. From a fairly young age she had decided that she would not fail to achieve anything. She would be the best of all - and never show her weakness. To achieve this, her parents’ advice must be followed.

Even though she could scarcely remember the days when her father taught her the incantations of some very basic spells, Lindsey did know that she try to work hard and answer all her father’s questions the next day. She grew up in a diligent atmosphere like this, attempting to make everything as perfect as possible. Lindsey could stay indoors the whole day reviewing her work and giving up her favourite sports and games with her big brother Edmund. This habit continued when she entered Hogwarts. Getting an O for her every submitted paper became her goal. She would spend a whole day in the library and search for information. She would write the characters in her neatest handwriting on the best parchment. She would read over them word by word in the common room late in the evening, ignorant of how tired she was due to a long day filled up with schoolwork. As always, work first before off for a rest.

Following the rule set up by her very self, she was slowly getting better at things. From the E and random A on her grading book when she first enrolled, O started to appear and finally dominated the papers. She was having less backfiring spells, less failed potions, as well as less misremembered facts in History of Magic exams. Lindsey was slowly getting better at things.

Probably everything.

Due to family matters, she had to drop out from Hogwarts at the beginning of her third year to accompany her mother to Italy for medical therapy. She was homeschooled by her mother during the time, and Carolyn was rather a strict teacher. Lindsey studied hard to please her mother, with the hope of her recovering better by shifting her concentration to her daughter. Nevertheless, upon Lindsey’s return in late October, she found that she was still a bit behind her classmates. Deciding that she would temporarily put amusements away and dedicate in her study, visits were paid to the professors frequently, and Lindsey usually stayed up late for her schoolwork. By the end of November she finally did it - catching up with all her classmates and seeing the O back in her gradings received.

After all these, Lindsey could finally claim that she was really a perfectionist.

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