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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
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It had become quite a problem this year. It had become humiliating. It - being Galton's wand - had become a menace. Mr. Wand, as Galton would call it, had taken to reminding Galton of his control of the situation of the magic. Mr. Wand, who probably wasn't a Mr or a Ms, had increased his antics this year. Over and over spells had blown up in Galton's face; Mr. Wand ever more smug each time. A constant reminder that if the teen did not impress there would be severe repercussions. To the outward mind, this might have been due to a lazy wrist flick, or slurred syllable, but Galton knew it was really Mr. Wand.

The nerve! As if Galton was trying to impress his wand - no, Galton was trying to impress only one being. Well... maybe he was trying to impress most others as well, but he had one he cared most to impress. Toad. His cat was surely ashamed that his barber owner was such a failure in the magic department. With the countless blow-backs he'd suffered in dueling, most of which Toad was witness to, he decided it was enough. They needed to talk.

Mr. Wand and Galton needed to lay some new ground rules. He was a growing lad, no longer the little boy he'd been when Mr. Wand had chosen him. He was able to do some snazzy stuff, like splitting spell, or... almost growing a mustache! The antics needed to stop. Compared to his most recent dueling partner, who he was almost sure could never fail a spell, he looked like a fool. And Galton would not have Toad admiring another duelist's magic more than his own.

Mr. Wand would be brandished, pointed at a practice dummy, and used to spit spell after spell. All the while they would discuss. Galton needed a few promises from Mr. Wand, that he would behave, that he would try to keep his thirst for power to a minimum. Likewise, Mr. Wand needed some promises. Galton needed to kick up the flash, the awe. He needed to try to harness all the magic he had with each cast he made. Every so often during the talks Mr. Wand would throw a spell back at Galton. When he felt like it would stir the boy to greater and greater levels of anger. And it did, for a moment at least. Galton would do his best to not escalate their discussion into an argument. Let's the ventus' wind wrap around him, or the flipendo's brunt force bounce off his shoulder.

It would not be just one conversation they would have. Many discussions (practice sessions) would take place. While to Galton, this was an agreement between Wand and Wizard, it was actually great practice for his form and incantations. Mr. Wand's demands for all his effort resulted in cleaner movement and sharper pronunciation. Slowly, slowly, the antics would die down. They were not gone, no, but they were fewer and farther in between. When Galton felt a little too full of himself, when he tried to brag to Mr. Wand with a split spell, his wand was happy to throw it back in his face. But besides the occasional outbusts, it seemed that the two had struck some sort of deal. Galton would no longer have to suffer Toad's disgusted gaze. Toad may have even been proud of Galton's new control.

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Foulplay

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You would have thought years of spending time alone would be enough time to learn some valuable life lessons. It would be a lot of time to reflect and correct yourself, wouldn't it? But, apparently, not for Ebony. Sure, she learnt to withstand bullying and other stuff like that. But maybe she wasn't given enough time, or time just wasn't what she needed. Maybe it was company. But over time, she also learnt to be horrible, to be anti-social, to be alone. And of course, cheating and lying was no exception either.

And of course, you wouldn't expect her stubbornness help with that much either. You might think all children are innocent and are learning their lessons. The average child who is so sweet and lovely and cute might admit to lies and cheating and cry and apologise, but Ebony, being the stubborn person she was, would keep all her lies a secret. Ebony learned that fooling people was the only way around -- and being horrible back to other people when they deserved it was the right thing to do. It was something she had learnt over the course of her life, from when she had started to learn how to talk to learning in Hogwarts.

It wasn't to her surprise when the Sorting Hat almost put her into Slytherin, until finally deciding to place her with the Eagles, deciding she was more creative than ambitious. But she still had that side of her, the lying, cheating side and she never let it go. Usually, cheating was her way to get back at people. Her way to get what she wanted, to achieve her goals. It was never wrong to her, because it was part of her daily routine, the way her mind processed -- lying. Cheating. Playing sneaky, mean. It was a reason she had not so many friends. In short, nothing could stop her from cheating. Nothing. She was just too stubborn for that.

Aside from everything, Ebony seemed to genuinely enjoy cheating. It was the pride of fooling people and not playing by the rules, the feeling of rebellion. Besides, it was again a way to get her what she wanted. Nothing was too bad about it. Lying was just a way to get around the cheating. And she enjoyed it; good at it, even. Maybe, it was from experience. Maybe, it was just in her blood. But it didn't matter how she learnt to cheat and lie her way out of things. It just taught her another lesson; cheating brings on winning.

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Part-Veela
Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system: sat • 5 | eva • 6 | str • 4 | wis • 9 | arc • 7 | acc • 4
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NOTE | This application is forward dated to Ivy's Christmas holidays in her second year, as that is when she will find out she is Part-Veela

Beauty. It was like she was born with it. Skin that tanned perfectly in the hot summer sun, hair so silky, smooth and wavy, eyes sparkling like gorgeous blue ocean. Every part of her face looked like it was measured into her perfection. Ivy was grateful for her prettiness, although sometimes she wondered whether it was a curse or a blessing.
One late morning, only a few hours until the Starlings' Christmas party would begin, Ivy's mother knocked gently on her bedroom door, holding something in her hand.
'I have something to show you,' she began, a slight quiver coming into her voice.
'It's a little too early for my present, isn't it?' Ivy joked, but she would not refuse it, of course.
'It-it's not a present, my darling,' her mother replied. 'It's merely a...'
The young twelve-year old laughed lightly, taking the "something" out of her mother's hand. It was, in fact, a letter. It was in a regular, plain envelope, but the thing that caught Ivy's eye was the handwriting. 'Dad...' Ivy whispered, like it was hard for her to speak the three-lettered word. Digust crept into her voice. Ivy opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and started to read.

To my dearest, young, beautiful Ivy,
Merry Christmas, my love. I know I haven't been present for most of your special celebrations, and from the bottom of my heart, I am truly sorry. I know you might despite me, or even hate me, for all I know, but I'm not writing this letter to ask you of forgiveness. I'm here to tell you something I should have told you from the beginning.
I should of told you this from the moment you could walk, could talk, could hear properly, but things started to get difficult. Your father and mother are both Muggles, as you would of learnt at Hogwarts. You must be, what, in second year now? But here's the thing: I lied. I lied to you, to Natalie, to Sophie, and to your mother. I'm a pure-blood wizard. But not just any old, normal wizard, I'm a Half-Veela.
I know this is a lot to process for your Christmas celebration, and you might not even know what a Veela is, but it is the truth, and this is the truth that separates your mother and me. It was all because I kept this truth secret for a really long time and I have come to realize that I didn't want to keep this secret from you too. You deserve to know who you truly are, my precious Ivy. I'm sure you know what this letter meant. You, my darling, are part Veela.

'I'm part-Veela? Ivy whispered, looking up at her mother. She stays silent. 'I'm part-Veela?!' Ivy shrieked, anger creeping quickly into her voice. 'Did you know? Why didn't you tel me?' Ivy choked, scrunching the stupid letter in her fists. Of course she knew what a Veela was. She read about them in the library at Hogwarts. Veelas were described as looking like incredibly beautiful people, with moon-bright skin and long, silky hair that fans out behind them. They also turn into bird-like creatures when they're angry. Angry, just like she ******* was right now. Like her mother could read the your girl's mind, she said, 'You're still completely you, a beautiful, young, talented witch. You are certainly not-'
But Ivy stood up and walked over to her photo cabinet, ripping the picture of her father off the wall and tearing it to pieces before her mother could finish her sentence.
'So that's why he abandoned me,' Ivy said, sort of in an angry/calm way. 'Because I'm Part-Veela. A freak.' Ivy took a deep breath in, before looking around her small bedroom determinedly. 'Then I'm going to become the perfect daughter that he never was like a son.'

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Name of Ability Applying for: Fearless
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It feels like every year at Hogwarts brings some kind of new big event or adventure horribly gone wrong when it comes to his peers and the staff of Hogwarts. Plenty of new and intimidating challenges and at times, people who by all rights should be just as intimidating to face, and yet…more often than not Elsian just, well, isn't putting up with it. Don’t get him wrong, from a certain viewpoint Elsian understands that someone or something might be dangerous, with some things it's just plain obvious. No question about it. But for some reason Elsian just doesn’t feel the same wariness or bolt of fear his fellow classmates might feel. There have been times where the boys been startled, or even felt a swoop of anxiety, yet when compared to others you might as well have just assumed he was perfectly fine when faced with danger.

The Gryffindor has never been an easy scare, even when he was younger despite knowing the some of the monster's muggle children feared to go bump in the night were in fact very real in their own way, from giant spiders to hags both written along books pages and whispered in an attempt at scary stories on Halloween, the boy never felt the same anxiety or fear other children might have. No, he was fascinated or bored, no in between. There would be no fear of the dark, or hiding under the covers when the floorboards creaked, Elsian wasn’t afraid of some unseen boogie man and he never would be, fake things couldn’t hurt him. As he grew up this lack of fear didn’t change, the boy remained as unfazed as ever when faced with scary stories or horrible shenanigans gone wrong that could have easily resulted in more than just bruises; reckless his Auntie & Nan would say when he showed up with bruises, careless his Mum would sigh when he ruined his new clothes by falling off the roof into the lake; in a way they weren't wrong. Bravery went hand in hand with recklessness when you weren't afraid of the risks.

But bruises and broken bones could be fixed, scary stories explained away, and distant dangers were just that. Distant.

Perhaps this lack of fear, this reckless bravery, could have simply been chalked up to the boy not facing something truly terrifying. A lack of true danger, something scarier that broken bones or scraps could ever be. Yet, it became apparent as time went on and his years at Hogwarts grew that this would…not be the case. In his 3 years, there have been plenty of horrible shenanigans gone wrong and many terrifying encounters he has either seen firsthand or heard the horrified rumors and whispers about. From the run in with Mosps crashing the secret Blossom Ball, the whispers and injuries from spiders that had attacked common rooms, to the knowledge of the horrors that had laid much closer than comfortable in the Forbidden Forest, like the Hags or rumored acromantulas. Despite all of this, Elsian remains unfazed and largely unworried for his safety, for better or worse.

Another thing perhaps the sorting hat was right about, as bravery seems to be something he has spares of. He understood that what was happening was dangerous and yet, the results of said danger were more annoying than anything. Canceled dances, tougher curfews, the aftereffects were more annoying that the danger itself!

Even as these experiences grew, fear just seemed more trouble than it was worth to the boy, it stopped you from enjoying things, stopped you from failing or possibly succeeding due to being too afraid to even try; so why give in to fear? If he had been scared of trying to hold a spider, he’d have never gotten his pet spider. It was irrational to fear things that couldn’t hurt you, and just as bad to let fear stop you from getting what you wanted, so he didn’t let fear control him. This thought only solidified when he saw the way his classmates freaked out or froze in terror, the way friends hesitated to stick up for themselves or never bothered to try what they loved out of fear.

Elsian began to think of fear as a wasted opportunity. And a wasted opportunity wasn't scary, it was annoying.

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Sophie has always been afraid of water, from when she was young up to now. And it's only gotten better since she learned how to swim. When she was three to eight years old, she wouldn't even go near large bodies of water, or even simply just a water puddle you could see your own reflection in it. When she turned 9, her dad taught her how to swim. Though Sophie wasn't even willing to touch it the first few lessons, she pulled it off anyway, after a strange feeling came across her one night.

As most two year olds know, fires are extremely dangerous. Well that wasn't the case for Sophie. She literally tried to cook when she was two, using a stool, then trying to cook like her mom did, then getting a set-on-fire house as a result. Sophie also thought it meant she was successful with cooking, but before she got some disease due to smoke inhalation, her dad put the fire out with a garden hose.

Another incident similar to the fire incident happened when she was 6, she had seen her mother do magic and she thought it was cool. So when her mom wasn't watching, she took the wand and ran into her bedroom and locked it, unafraid of the consequences. She tried summoning something at her, like a book or a pencil. And she heard her mom say 'accio' before. But Sophie didn't know that wand movement existed and she pronounced it wrong. Luckily, she had her lights off, and she mistook a stick as a wand and tried to do magic with a stick. Nothing happened, of course, so she got angry and threw the stick out of the window and stepped on her mother's wand without noticing. That got her into some serious trouble with her mother.

The next thing happened when she was 7, and had a great (or crazy) idea. She loved it when her dad drove her around London with a car (muggle transportation). She liked the trees, the buildings, the places they went around. Driving looked easy enough, you just needed to step on a pedal and spin the circle-thingy (she didn't know what it was called). One day, she decided to "borrow" the car. Her dad went inside to do something and left his car unlocked. She took the chance and dashed in. Her dad had taken the keys with him and locked the doors without noticing Sophie inside the car. Sophie tried to drive but there weren't any keys to start the engine. She thought the car was broken and went to tell her dad but she realised she was stuck in the car. Soon, her dad noticed Sophie and unlocked the doors. She was then, grounded for 2 weeks for trying to drive a car.

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