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𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚄𝚁!

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❝ 𝙰 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜. ❞

╰┈➤ 𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙺𝙴𝚈

• 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂
• 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙺
• 𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈
• 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴
• 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

╰┈➤ 𝙿𝚁𝙴-𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈

𝙸𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟹𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟶 𝚝𝚘 𝚅𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝙸𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚘𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛.

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𝙰𝚄 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙾𝙸𝚁!

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𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

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❝𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗.❞

╰┈➤ 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾

IRENE HATCHET	RAVENCLAW	AGE ELEVEN
HUMAN	FIRST YEAR	SAGITTARIUS

╰┈➤ 𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂

CURLED GOLDEN LOCKS	TURQUOISE EYES
PALE SKIN / PINK HUE	4 FEET, 11 INCHES
EUPHONIOUS, SMOOTH VOICE	OLD PARCHMENT AND LAVENDER
PAINT AND INK STAINS	SLENDER AND LONG-LIMBED

╰┈➤ 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙳

𝙸𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝟸𝟽.𝟼 𝚌𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚜𝚑-𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛.

╰┈➤ 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂

𝙸𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢. 𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙾 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢.

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𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

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𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙺

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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰: 6
𝙴𝚅𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽: 4
𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙶𝚃𝙷: 6
𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙳𝙾𝙼: 7
𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁: 6
𝙰𝙲𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚈: 6

𝙰𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚂

𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚂: NONE

𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: NONE

𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙹𝙸𝙽𝚇𝚂: NONE
𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙼𝚂: NONE
𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂: NONE

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𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙺

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EARLY LIFE

Born to Victoria Hatchet, an alchemist, and William Hatchet, an aurologist, Irene was raised in a small hillside manor in Denver, England. She was taught at a young age the importance of manners and education, along with the hunger for knowledge and a curious personality. With no other siblings, her parents encouraged her to spend time with children her age, but their daughter seemed to want nothing to do with other people, instead spending her time in the backyard gardening or on the balcony observing the stars, accompanied only by her orange tabby cat named Marmalade. Her father was a more lenient man, allowing his daughter the freedom to do as she pleases as long as it affects her or others around her positively, occasionally joining her as she stargazed or scoured through the many books tucked away in their library. Her mother however, was far more strict, forcing upon her daughter the burden of responsibility meant for children far older than her 9 year old self. For example, a common phrase her mother recited frequently that drove Irene insane: "Shine light on the family name, or it shall be you to blame." Her mother simply didn't understand how much pressure she had put on her daughter, until she finally broke.

THE INCIDENT

June of 2022. It was a hot summer night, and Irene had just come back inside from studying the stars and had set her telescope next to her balcony, abandoning it for the meantime while she showered. Upon leaving the bathroom 10 minutes later, however,she noticed that is was no longer there.

At that exact moment, her mother called her downstairs. She shouted back a response quickly, changing before hurrying to the kitchen. Her parents were in the dining hall, and she burst into the room, demanding to know where her telescope had gone. She had feared this day ever since her mother had sworn up and down that if her "stargazing" ever got in the way of her studies, it would be gone the next day.

"Care to explain?" Her mother had snapped, lifting up yesterday's science test. A nasty red 87 had been scribbled near the top left corner, ironically covering her last name. It was as if even her science teacher had something against tarnishing your legacy.

"I don't care to explain. I didn't understand the subject clearly, thus I 'failed', although it is still very much a passing grade," Irene had shot back, narrowing her eyes. "Where is my telescope?"

They glared at each other from across the table, William looking between the two, sighing. "Victoria please, it was just one time, I'm sure it won't happen again-"

"Be quiet! You've been so lenient on your daughter, you might as well be the reason she got such low marks!" She threw across the table, the test skittering along the wood before falling off the edge. "It was the right thing to get rid of that horrid scope, or god knows she would score the same on the rest of her tests-"

"YOU WHAT?" Irene slammed her hands down on the table, her face red with fury. The anger on her mothers face dissolved into confusion. Irene spun around storming angrily from the room as her mother tried to reason with her.

"It's for your own good! You didn't need it after all, if you really want to study astrology, I would bring you textbooks-"

"Textbooks? Textbooks? For christ's sake, everything is always reading to you! I can't read my life away, mother. This isn't just about reading and scoring high on every test. Forget it, it's pointless to argue with you!" Irene cried, turning around the corner of the hallway, leaving her mother standing alone, tears streaming down her face.

Irene discovered her telescope dismantled in the garbage bin, its shiny silver and gold polish now covered in a layer of trash and filth. She had began to frantically dig out as many pieces as she could find, before collapsing onto the floor in a heap, crying as she brought her knees to her chin, her wails echoing through the cold, empty manor.

FIRST INSTANCE OF MAGIC

Irene had been fiddling with her telescope on her balcony, (this was before the Incident) twiddling the small knobs when a loud screeching noise suddenly startled her. She had whipped around in a hurry, accidentally knocking over her telescope in the process. Realizing what she had done, she flung out her hands in front of her, and to her surprise the telescope froze in mid-air as if an invisible hand had grabbed it. Caught off-guard, she had pulled her hands away, and the telescope had clattered to the floor. Dashing over, she inspected the telescope and was relieved to discover it had escaped with a few scratches to its bronze frame. Whirling around to see what had spooked her in the first place, she discovered it was only her cat, Marmalade, who had yowled to get her attention. She ran to her parents, telling them excitedly what had happen, and they both celebrated, interrupted by Marmalade screeching again, pleading for food. They had promptly set off to Diagon Alley after her first instance with magic.

FIRST YEAR

1. Our Bittersweet Goodbye | Hogwarts Express | Solo ✓
2. First Year Entrance | Great Lake | Solo ✎
3. Sorting Ceremony | Great Hall | Solo ✓
4. Ravenclaw Table | Great Hall | Solo ✓
5. Atelophobia | Ravenclaw Common Room | Pericles Dralt ✎

GRYFFINDOR

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HUFFLEPUFF

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RAVENCLAW

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SLYTHERIN

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