I am born to Eliana Evans (Half-Blood) and Leon Evans (Pure-Blood). I have one sister, Orla, who is two years younger to me. I did not go to a muggle school, me and my sister were homeschooled by my mom, Eliana Evans. My dad used to work in the auror office in the Ministry of Magic, but he now works in the department of magical transport. My family have a long history of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs (though mainly Ravenclaw). Me and my sister(like all siblings) do tend to argue, but we are fine otherwise. My family are half friends-half enemies (Frenemies) with the Grace family (Slytherins).
On the paternal side, I have zero cousins, or aunts and uncles and I have both my grandparents, Lyla Evans (Rivera) and Robert Evans. On the maternal side I have 2 cousins, Emmeline (EM-UH-LIN) Harris, who is a year younger to me, birthday being 24/10/2014, and Evelyn Harris who is currently 1 year of age, having her birthday recently on 27/11/2024. My aunt's name (My mom's sister) is Estoria Harris (Miller) her birthday being 22/10/1987, and my uncle's name is Richard Harris, birthday being 24/07/1985. I also have both my grandparents on the maternal side, but My grandfather has been feeling a little ill lately. Usually my maternal and paternal family have great relations, but lately they have started having small arguments (Sometimes not very small ones). Me and Orla, my sister, get on great with Emmeline (Nicknamed Em) and Evelyn (Nicknamed Evvie). People close to me (Friends and family both) often call me Jules, because... (I don't know)

I first did magic one day after I came home from my friend's house (The Nightshade family). I wanted a snack so my mom told me to get a plate while she makes something, I was feeling really tired, hungry, and irritated and then suddenly the plate just started hovering and coming towards me on the couch.

Aria​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ Rune Atchison is an 11-year-old muggle-born witch from Ayr, Scotland. She was born with oculocutaneous albinism, which gives her a very unique and eye-catching appearance. Her silvery-white hair is always escaping from the braid, her skin that is too pale for the sunburns very quickly and her irises are so lightly pigmented that most of the time they look like violet but the light has to hit them just right. She is 4’8” tall, slim and with long limbs, and her walk is a mixture of being cautious and quietly energetic, as if she always has a flash of curiosity eager to burst forth. The little freckles on her face barely show and she is mostly seen wearing his hat, pastel jumper, soft long sleeves, and green or brown scarves made by her mother—clothes that are not only practical but also have a gentle and artistic style to them. Aria has tinted glasses for very bright days, not out of fragility but because she knows her needs and takes good care of herself.

Aria was brought up in a well-off and loving family with a father who is a science teacher and a mother who is a textile designer. From the very start of life, she figured out how to link fantasy to facts. She was occupied for hours with exploring nature trails, and drawing bugs and plants and at the same time she was stockpiling nature’s “treasures” like stones with weird patterns, feathers, dried flowers, and even the weirdest shaped twigs which she is ready to swear are her friends. Her parents were very supportive of her being creative and curious, they never ran out of answers for her questions and at the same time they taught her to view her albinism as a lovely part of who she is. Because of that, Aria had the opportunity to grow into a quiet kind of self-confidence, a warm and empathetic temperament that makes people come to her in a gentler way instead of a bolder one.

Although sometimes she feels a bit anxious when she is in a strange place or among a noisy crowd, Aria is pretty much capable of handling it using grounding exercises which her parents had taught her. She usually brings her anxiety under control by grinding her thumb along the edge of her scarf, concentrating on colors or textures of what is around her, or taking a deeper breath. After she calms down, she can stay with the situation really fast which is a kind of emotional elasticity that is somehow evident in the not quite straight holly-and-unicorn-hair wand that later picks her up. On school days she chooses to indulge in art, English, and other creative works that require the use of hands. Besides this, the natural inclination of hers to protect makes her quite courageous when, out of the blue, someone gets sad or needs comforting.

Her defense mechanisms showed up in her magic long before she figured them out. When she was seven years old, the family was having a picnic in Eaton Park when a younger child next to them fell, hurt his knee and started crying. Overcome with the desire to please, Aria felt a sudden surge of emotions - and without any kind of magical intervention, fragile white flowers from a far-off hedge lifted on an invisible gust of wind and twirled down at him like a soothing snow. The kid stopped crying out of amazement, her parents thought it was an unusual coincidence, and Aria herself only realized what it meant years later when she got her letter from Hogwarts. That one time of unintentional, mild magic had been the very first glimpse of the witch she was meant to ​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌be.

June Maeve Rotanski was born to Maeve and Finnegan Rotanski December 6th, 1987 in Neston, England. Her father had a falling out with his side of the family many years before. Despite this, June was often visited by two of her cousins on her father's side of the family: Daisy, who was four years older than June, and Annie, who was two years older.

Many a day was spent with the two older girls playing with their younger cousin. There was never any issue or reason for concern. Daisy was a rather mature child for her age, and kept her little sister and cousin in check.

One memorable day, less than a week after June turned three, the children were playing in the yard. June was occupying herself with a thin and rather brittle stick, swinging it around haphazardly. It was only a matter of time before she accidentally stuck one of her cousins, causing the stick to snap. June, upset, tossed the half of the stick she was holding away, and started crying. Daisy took it up herself to comfort June, while Annie fetched the stick, hoping to convince June that she could still play with it. However, when Annie found the stick, it was whole again. She brought the mended stick to June and Daisy, where June took the repaired stick and happily began playing with it again.

In the spring of 1992, Maeve and Finnegan had their second child; Donna Finnegan Rotanski. June suddenly found herself with a younger sister. Maeve and Finn did their best to make sure the girl was well prepared, and understood what was going to happen before Donna was born. Despite not quite yet being three, June immediately sprung into action as an older sister. She shared blankets, toys, and attempted to share food with little baby Donna.

Donna was five, and June nine, when Donna experienced her first instance of accidental magic. June had been busy with a tutor, memorizing history facts, when Donna got very annoyed that she was being ignored. In extreme upset, Donna screamed, and the books from a shelf behind her went flying off. June had barely managed to pull Donna out of the way to avoid the barrage of books. It was then that Donna truly realized that having a younger sister was more hassle than she originally thought.

Growing up, June took more interest in her studies, in spells, in potions, any magic or history she could get her hands on. She excelled in her studies and her became a favorite of any tutor she had. And as much as June focused on her education, she also paid attention to her little sister. Which was how June noticed Donna start talking to snakes. It was never anything big, a small conversation Donna couldn't understand here, a snake coaxed out of the house there. But it was enough. June didn't question it.

As Donna grew bigger, discussions of moving the family started. Maeve made enough money as an Auror for it to be a viable option. And soon, it was reality. June was nine, and Donna seven, when the Rotanskis moved to Parkgate.

Life was relatively uneventful until the last days of November, 1998, a week before June's eleventh birthday. Not only was Maeve with child again, but June got her letter to Hogwarts!

The ever studious June stepped off the first year boat with only one house in mind: Hufflepuff. It was her father's house, and his sorting was the one that sealed his fate when it came to the relationship with his family. There was exactly one house that June would never be able to stand being sorted into. That being Slytherin. It was her luck that, while she failed to get sorted into Hufflepuff, she avoided ending up in Slytherin. Instead, June fell into Ravenclaw, the house of her mother and maternal family.

Three days after June was sorted, after she had accepted her fate as a Ravenclaw, June received an owl announcing the news of her newest sister: Lea Rotanski.

It was exciting, going home that Christmas and getting to see the new baby. June already loved the pudgy infant, and Donna was even more interested in little Lea. June should have known by the glimmer in Donna's eyes, that those two were going to be a force to be reckoned with once Lea was a bit older.

June remained rather isolated socially, preferring books over friendships. Her teachers enjoyed her company, and she excelled in all her classes. Every holiday and break, June returned home, spending time with her parents and two little sisters.

By the time June was in her fifth year, many things had happened. Lea started talking to snakes, just like Donna, on top of having her first instance of magic. Don had gotten her letter to Hogwarts and was joining June on the train, and their mother had stepped down as an Auror Commissioner and instead looked into classes for being a healer.

Donna wound up as a Slytherin, and through that, the paternal side of the girls' family decided to make themselves known again. June was suddenly introduced to more cousins than she knew what to do with, and was able to see Daisy and Annie outside of just school.

On top of the added familial interactions, Donna started making friends at Hogwarts, which meant June was spending her free time surrounded by a gaggle of first years from all number of houses. Donna formed her own little group, including two Hufflepuffs. Which meant that it was those three that June spent more time around.

Already, June had spent most of her life looking after her younger sisters, but suddenly, there was a whole repertoire of younger children she was looking after. Not that she was complaining. June liked being able to answer their questions, help with their homework. Even if she did have peers to talk homework to, they would be on her level. Donna and the badgers were quite the confidence boost.

The following year saw June as one of Ravenclaw's prefects. It was a role she was incredibly proud of, and was celebrated by her parents and sisters. Most every aunt and uncle still didn't bother paying June any attention, just Donna.

Yet another year passed, leaving June in her last year, as well as chosen for head girl. She graduated top of her class, and started almost immediately for a career as an Auror, like her mother.

Maeve Rotanski was a renown Auror for decades, ending her career in 2000 as a respected commissioner. June wanted so desperately to follow in her mother's footsteps. She got into training as soon as she graduated. It went well. June was skilled at spell casting, and protection was ingrained into her very being. She took to being an Auror like a duck to water.

Such a job got June a closer look at the inner workings of the Ministry. It made sense to June, and looked far more intriguing than her job as an Auror.

June remained an Auror for two years, with a job at the Ministry becoming more and more tempting every time she looked. One day, she decided to finally stop watching through a window, and took action.

Of course, June needed to start from the bottom again. Simple paperwork, running errands, all the basics. It was easy going those first couple of years working under the Ministry.

Once she had proved herself, June was able to work her way up. Support staff for the Minister. June never told anyone directly, but she hoped that, perhaps, if she put enough effort into this all, she could become the Minister for Magic herself one day. The Rotanski name was not the biggest, but it surely wasn't anything to sneeze at. Her own hard work, backed with her family's name, might help her secure such a position.

June worked tirelessly for years. She went from simple support to an advisor, just one step away from the top. She only needed to work a little harder, a little longer, and June would be right where she felt she needed to be.

Or so she thought.

After the 2025/2026 school year had already started, June received a letter from Hogwarts. Her first and most immediate assumption was that it had something to do with her niblings, who had just started their own journey in the magical school. After a quick visit to Donna, where they both read the letter together, it seemed June was wrong. Her hard work had garnered a different kind of attention, and June was persuaded to heed the call.

And so started a new chapter of June's story.

One memorable day, less than a week after June turned three, the children were playing in the yard. June was occupying herself with a thin and rather brittle stick, swinging it around haphazardly. It was only a matter of time before she accidentally stuck one of her cousins, causing the stick to snap. June, upset, tossed the half of the stick she was holding away, and started crying. Daisy took it up herself to comfort June, while Annie fetched the stick, hoping to convince June that she could still play with it. However, when Annie found the stick, it was whole again. She brought the mended stick to June and Daisy, where June took the repaired stick and happily began playing with it again.

I am from a Pure-blood family and so I have grown up with wealth surrounding me. Despite this, I grew up loved by my family. I have 2 younger siblings and they are both girls. I am the only boy in the family which makes me my father's heir. My father's name is Elias Samuel Mangum and he is 36 years old. My mother's name is Rebecca Iris Mangum nee Cierce and she is 35 years old. My younger sister's name is Isabella Rebecca Mangum and she is 8 years old. My youngest sister's name is Ophelia Isabel Mangum and she is 5 years old. My mother is expecting another baby which means that I will most likely be at Hogwarts by then. My father works in the Ministry while my mother works at St. Mungos. My father's house back when he was a student was Ravenclaw while my mother's house back when she was a student was Slytherin. I hope to be in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. I'll probably be in Slytherin given the fact that nobody has ever caught me while I played a prank on them. You could say that I am a bit of a prankster. My favorite animal is a fox because they are sly and mischievous. I prefer dealing with problems within my room and Manor. I have been almost all over the world in my short life on earth so far. I am so far the only child who has been born in Scotland because my younger sister Isabella was born in Berlin, Germany and my youngest sister Ophelia was born in Bangkok, Thailand. We moved to England shortly after Ophelia was born. Currently, we are live in Alness, Scotland. We live in Manchester, England during the summer while we live in Alness, Scotland during the rest of the year. So, we have just actually moved back to Alness, Scotland. So, I can speak in English, German, Latin, Greek, and Thai.

My first use of accidental magic was back when I was 2 years old and I do remember feeling mad when my father wouldn't allow me to have my stuffed wolf toy. I don't really remember what happened but my mother said that I had turned my father's light brown hair turn bright neon green with glitter and his skin turned a pale purple color. Though, I still didn't get my stuffed wolf toy back in the end.

Stamina: 3
Evasion: 6
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 7
Arcane P:7
Accuracy: 5

Why Seer?
In Violet's Ency, there is a Family History noted. In that history, we travel through several generations of the Foreborne bloodline, which introduces multiple seer lines (Foreborne, Whitlock, Morphae, and Grantham), as well as the Bellbrew Family line, which introduces both werewolves and, very distantly, seers (Vale).

Foreborne Bloodline
The Forebornes started with Virgil Foreborne, who was raised in the Oracularum, a wizard-run asylum that collects children suspected of being Seers and cultivates them into powerful tools used by the Ophidian Order, the pureblood organization that runs the Oracularum. Virgil, a powerful seer, eventually grows to take over the Oracularum and shapes it into a supposed "safe place" that protects Seers from those who would exploit their Inner Eye (though in reality, the Foreborne version of the Oracularum is more brutal and sadistic than it's forefather, pushing young potential seers beyond their capabilities and often breaking their minds in the process). Following Virgil is his wife Dorthea Whitlock, who had inherited her great-grandmother's Inner Eye and was "donated" to the Oracularum in 1845 after she became too much of a burden on her family. Though she, like many of the Oracularum's students, attended Hogwarts, as a Ward of the Ophidian, she was returned to the Oracularum every break where she was taught how to understand and push the boundaries of her sight. Having attended both schools alongside Virgil, the two married and had three children, two of whom succumbed to the Oracularum's brutal teachings. Their only surviving son, Horatio Foreborne, was not born a seer, but to make up for his "barren" inner eye, he was trained and became a skilled Legilimens, and by the 1940s, was employed as an Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries. He married Agatha Fairbrow, who-- though not a seer herself-- came from her own line of Seers, the Morphae. The Morphae seers were known to be intuitive and sensitive to aura and energy, capable of maintaining awareness during trances. Due to this, she was paired with Horatio and they had one son, Silas Foreborne, before she was killed by a cursed sapphire taken from the Department of Mysteries. Silas was raised in the Oracularum, his father now the head of the Ophidian order. Desperate to make his father proud, Silas trained in Arithmancy and dueling, but-- he lacked the Inner Eye, and thus, his father ignored and avoided him. Silas, thus, delved deeper into dark wizardry, becoming an accomplished dueling Master, teaching Pureblood children dangerous, forbidden techniques. His wife, Francine Grantham, on the other hand, was a seer. As the first Grantham seer in nearly five generations, Anne had sought to prove herself and climbed her way to MACUSA Diviner, meeting Silas on the way. They had four children, though two died during the war, one was imprisoned in Azkaban, and the youngest, Clarissa, was born a squib and sent to live with her uncle, Rodger Grantham, and his muggle wife Edwina, in America. Clarissa Grantham, Clary, grew up almost normal, though her uncle's Broom making business was a constant magical undercurrent. As a Squib, it was assumed she was the end of the family line, but things got complicated when she met Benjamin Bellbrew, the son of a Squib/Werewolf, who seemed to understand her in ways others couldn't. They became inseparable, and before long, Violet arrived.

The Bellbrew Bloodline
Janus Bell was an odd wizard with a particular interest in curses and ailments, going beyond typical research; he experimented with potions and tested on himself frequently, becoming known as the Bell Brewer throughout his small wizarding community. He fell in love with Anya Vale, the daughter of Magnus Vale, a somewhat unconventional seer who refused to tell anyone what he saw out of fear that it would change the future. Anya was a master at potions, inventing elixers and tonics that had never been seen before-- they made a perfect pair together. Janus and Anya married and would take on the surname Bellbrew, as a nod to Janus' title and Anya's talent. They had six children, the second oldest being Corven Bellbrew, a talented Magizooligist who specialized in magical avians, such as Owls. Corven was a perpetual loner until he met Marie Louvett, a Beauxbaton transfer student to Hogwarts. Marie was hesitant to involve herself with Corven as she was visiting Hogwarts to research more about Lycanthropes due to her own affliction. This all changed when, as a werewolf, Marie bit Corven, and he contracted Lycanthrope. Marie was devastated when she realized what she had done, but Corven never blamed her for the attack, crediting her for saving him from a dull existence. Together, they sought a cure beyond the Wolfsbane potion, becoming healers at St. Mungos and dedicating their lives to this pursuit. They had three children: a son, Thomasan Bellbrew, and twin daughters, Beatrice Bellbrew and Lorraine Bellbrew. Of their children, Thomasan was born a squib, a magic-born child without access to magic, while Beatrice "Bea" and Lorraine "Lori" both had wizarding powers. When Thomasan was 10, on the full moon, he and his sisters were attacked by their parents, who had broken through the cellar door. While they all lived, all three children ended up with the curse of Lycanthrope. Despite this-- because of this, the family fought even harder to find the cure: Thomasan became a muggle linguist and philosophy professor who sought to combine muggle and wizarding knowledge, spending his free time poring over wizarding texts in search of historical precedent. Beatrice became a Healer at St. Mungos, often working on the lupine project while being the wizarding hospital's resident expert on curses, while Aunt Lorraine is an Herbologist creating some of the best potions. Then Thomasan met Eloise Perry, a muggle botanist who owned a flower shop, and he fell in love. They married and had one child, Benjamin "Ben" Bellbrew. Growing up, Ben was often pressured to pursue similar avenues of research and dedication to find the Lycanthrope cure, with many wizards and hunters believing all the Bellbrews were tarnished by wolf-blood. Ben lived in constant fear that he'd be hunted, that his family would be killed indiscriminately because of their Werewolf status, and that he'd be alone in the world. Due to this fear, Ben struggled with his proximity to magic, that is, until he met Clary. Clarissa Grantham helped Ben find his footing and navigate his world without fear, later becoming more than friends and resulting in Violet Elodie Bellbrew.


Now, the Seer bloodline is said to appear extremely rarely in the magical population, as it is a recessive trait with the tendency to skip generations. So, for the power to land on Violet, as a recessive trait, both sides of her family would have had to have Seer magic in them. The Forebornes are marked by Whitlock, Foreborn, Morphae, and Grantham lines, which all express the recessive Seer trait. The Bellbrews are marked by the Vale's, which, though distant, is another Seer bloodline. This means, both sides of Violet's family have the recessive Seer gene, and even though they do not express it, having Xx genes (they'd only have a 50% chance of carrying Xx, with the little x representing the Seer gene), Violet had a 25% chance of inheriting xx genes, active Seer genes.

Also, the only other prerequisite needed to manifest Seer abilities is the existence of Magic in both sides of the family, and though her mother is a Squib and Father is a Muggle, making her Muggle Born on paper, her mother's family is full of Purebloods, and her Father's family is rich with Wizardry

For as long as Violet could remember, two things were certain: her parents loved her, and magic was real. Though momma and papa hadn’t any magic of their own, the wizarding world was never too far out of reach. Her Aunt Bea had a habit of apparating into the sitting room of the Big House, stirring her tea while reading the muggle romances her momma kept on the shelf. Aunt Lori kept the cabinet stocked with potions, always muttering about mallow leaves and powdered cockroach. The aunties were her grandad’s younger sisters, and though grandad had long since passed, the aunties remained a constant magical presence in her life.

But, when she was seven years old, everything changed—all because she answered the door. Behind it had been a tall, pale man, with a pointy mustache and eyes like chipped ice, wearing this long gray coat and leaning on a cane with a silver fox-head pommel. Violet had noticed he hadn’t expected her to be at the door; he’d stumbled back a step, then got this look in his eyes that made her skin crawl. Momma had met her at the door, and she started yelling at the man, then Aunt Bea and Aunt Lori were there, and they pulled out their wands—at that point, Violet was tucked so far behind everyone she couldn’t see anything. After that, Momma told her about her family; just little bits and pieces—they were bad wizards. Lots of them were Seers, which allows them to see the future, but they wanted to be the only Seers with the biggest power, and they’d hurt people to do it. When they learned Momma had no magic, they didn’t want her anymore and sent her to live with Uncle Rodger—she thought they’d leave her alone, but somehow they found out about Violet. The man at the door had been her father, Silas Foreborne, and he was a very bad man, and if he ever got near Violet, she was to scream and try to get away as fast as she could. Violet didn’t think that would work very well if he was a super-strong wizard, but she’d promised Momma she’d try anyway, especially when Papa got home from work and nearly had a fit.

A few weeks later, Papa told her they were going to live with Nan. Nan was Papa’s momma, and she lived in a little town in southern England, where Papa grew up. Violet didn’t want to leave the Big House—she didn’t want to leave America, but Momma was scared, and Papa would do anything to make Momma happy, so they got in the car and drove away—Momma and Papa didn’t like people using magic on them much, though Aunt Bea always tried. They claimed magic, as wonderful as it was, wasn’t always necessary, and regardless of their ties, they were, after all, muggles, or close enough to it. So, they drove to the airport. Violet had been reading—she saw a flash of light, the car swerved, then spun. She hit her head, and when she opened them, they were upside down, and momma wasn’t moving—nor was papa. She must’ve blacked out, because when she woke next, she was in the hospital, and Nan was there, and she was crying, though Violet could tell she was trying to hide it. Both momma and papa were gone, Nan had told her—it was like her world had shattered, nothing made sense anymore. She was released from the hospital, and Nan took her home to England, to the cottage she lived in, to the room already set up for her.

For over a year, she didn’t want to do anything; it was an effort just to breathe. Then, she found this book in her Grandad’s study, hiding in plain sight, titled Ancient Runes Made Easy, and she just knew it was magic. She’d nearly memorized it by the time she found the next, tucked amongst mundane Linguistics books, this one called Advanced Rune Translation. Over time, she’d gathered a collection of books that weren’t made for muggles, books that read themselves or fluttered or had symbols that moved, and there was a certain excitement in reading something that she shouldn’t. Her favorites were The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection and Unfogging the Future, though she also loved the artwork in Extreme Incantations.

But—soon enough, while Violet was in school, Nan found her stash and had Aunt Bea take anything that was even remotely magical back home with her. Violet got home that day, entered the study, and found all her books gone. The anger she felt was astonishing, and she just wanted so badly that suddenly all of Grandad’s books were shooting off the shelves, slamming into the wall, the floor—shattering trinkets and knocking everything over. Nan had shielded her as the books shot through the study, and when the books stopped moving, Nan held her as she cried. Though Nan herself had no magic, she held Violet close and reassured her that everything would be okay.

From that day on, Violet spent every summer with her Aunt Beatrice at the Bellbrew west country estate in Kent, or at the Bloomsbury Townhouse. While there, she learned about magic, family history, and bloodline purity. She learned that both sides of her family had darkness if one looked hard enough for it.

At age 8, nearly a year after her parents' deaths, her Nan found and removed the stash of magical books Violet had gathered from her Grandad's study. Feeling her privacy violated and utter anger at having them taken from her, Violet's rage caused all of the books in her Grandad's study to fly off the shelves, slamming into the walls, breaking glass, scattering paper.

Ryder grew up in a house that never felt like home. His parents were usually not there and when they WERE, the house was filled with shouting instead of warmth a family should bring.
The house elves practically raised him. Though they took care of him, it could never be equal to a parents love.
So, Ryder spent most of his times outside as to avoid these problems and learn to face the world himself.

During atime in his house, his parents were both home and they were having yet another argument. Ryder was very frusutrated and at that time the glasses on the kitchen counter all shattered. His parents stopped their argument to look at him and then left without saying anything.
But Ryder celebrated except for feeling disappointed, he was used to this by now and he was unbothered, rather he celebrated finally showing some signs of magic. He was exactly 8 yr and 2 months old at the time.

Born in Ireland, Campion grew up in a bustling household filled with a myriad of siblings -- five older sisters, one older brother, and one brother younger, including a set of 13-year-old boy-girl twins. Their parents, happily married, maintain a life rooted in the Muggle world, working Muggle jobs that keep the family fed despite Campion's father being a Muggleborn wizard. Campion was introduced to the world of magic early on through his siblings' summer schoolwork from Hogwarts.

Campion's relationship with magic has always been one of quiet fascination. While most of his childhood was spent in the Muggle world -- playing in fields, exploring local woods, etc. -- he always kept a curious eye on his siblings. His siblings' stories of adventures at Hogwarts ignited a spark in him, fueling a desire to learn more about the Wizarding world, particularly the animals. He is especially fascinated by Puffskeins.

From the age of six, Campion has been living as a boy. This was honestly originally viewed as a phase by the family as a whole, but everyone has gotten used to it since then. There was never any big personality shift or even a massive difference in appearance as Campion had always made it clear the kind of clothes he liked and his parents generally obliged. Growing up as a boy in a large, loving family, he has often found solace in solitude, preferring to spend time alone rather than among crowds. He is selective about who he keeps close, though finds it easy to make acquaintances.

Campion's first instance of magic occurred at the age of five years old. His parents had fitted a particularly itchy Christmas sweater on him prior to leaving for a family gathering, which he found most unacceptable. Despite fervent demands, his mother refused to let him take the sweater off, resulting in a tantrum for the ages. A small but powerful whirlwind emanated from him, resulting in a very messy house and a delayed departure for the family gathering.

Alice grew up in the muggle world in her family's farm. Her aunt and uncle told her that her parents were in America and forbade any more questions and would tell her nothing else. They found her a bother in most aspects, not being very helpful in most things but always requested unami foods like mushrooms and parmesan cheese. This was not very easy to procure and Alice rarely got her wish.
There were some things about her appearance though, that just drew attention to her. If anyone looked closely enough, they would see that her head was rounder and more domed than was usual and her ears just a bit too pointy. Mostly these features were hidden to the extent possible by her long hair, but it was still slightly visible. Her eyes were brown, but a very dark brown and shrewd. Her fingers were quite long, as were her toes. That wasn't a disadvantage mostly. It helped her become excellent at playing the piano and other instruments that required dexterity with fingers. This wasn't a big problem at home, but got her a lot of tease in school. She was also just a bit short for her age, though she had tried a few muggle remedies to increase height, they only worked to make her a bit taller, but not much.
When she came to Hogwarts, she saw other people like her, having the same strange features, speaking in a harsh language that was certainly not English. She somehow understood it and spoke back even though she had never formally learnt this language. She was then told she was a part goblin, one with an ancestor being a goblin, a highly intelligent race of small humanoids with long fingers and feet that coexist with the wizard world. They would converse in a language known as Gobbledegook, which she had just spoken with them and they were adept metal smiths notable for their silver-work and even minted coins for wizarding currency. She was told that her paternal grandfather was a goblin, leading to these features and her father had been a part goblin too. She didn't know this, but that was understandable considering that she had never seen or met her parents for as long as she could remember. She was also told that being a part goblin had its benefits, she got extra income from gringotts goblins for being part of them this year, would be able to cast magic without a wand after a couple years. By the time she left hogwarts, she would get armour, and be able to adjust it, be able to tell the difference between leprechaun and real gold and have access to goblin made objects. This was something different, and oddity, but after all, wasn't she a Ravenclaw? Belonging to a house where being different was something to be encouraged? Yes! And in any case, being a part goblin certainly had its perks. She would not be the same as the others in her house perhaps, but she would work hard to be the best and would become one of the best in all she would attemt.