Corporeal Patronus RP
School Year: 6th
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Accio
Patronus you are applying for: Giant Octopus (Enteroctopus dofleini)
Describe why this fits your character (725/500 words):
Reducio[ Adaptation - Perception - Inventiveness - Regeneration - Willpower ]
There was no subject which Pericles devoted himself to as ardently as Defense Against the Dark Arts. While he had a soft spot for Charms and a healthy respect for Potions, one course had the most defining impact on his chances at Aurorhood, let alone surviving adult life as a magic wielder. He understood the brevity of being able to cast a patronus; the story of Raczidian, in particular, had always resonated with the morbid boy. What wasn't captivating about a dark wizard being consumed by maggots? Only the "pure of heart" could produce a Patronus, or so it was said. Pericles reasoned that the memory ought to be rooted in purity in order to be effective.
Most animagi's patronus reflected their animal form, and there was little doubt in his mind that his would be an eagle. As he followed the professor's instructions, he focused on his first time flying. Pear reimagined those initial panicked flaps of wings giving way to an effortless glide, his bestial form tapping into instinct, feeling detached from all earthly stressors. His wand produced a fine mist. A stronger emotion would make for a stronger cast, and so he took to the sidelines, rummaging through the past five years for a moment of glowing positivity. The Ravenclaw recalled adopting his very own cat, Athena, after a lifetime of being enamored with felines. He remembered enthusiastically playing wingman for @Ruby Cazares, helping her navigate flower language to ask a girl on a date, realizing the innocent joy he derived at a chance to help his friends. He recalled orchestrating the Frog Choir at a ball, and being crowned as a Grecian hero alongside his forever duel partner, @Dealla Prince- rare instances of allowing himself to step into the spotlight. He remembered the sense of self he regained when wearing the first prosthetic @Evelynn Decipio gifted him for his sixteenth birthday, and dancing with @Aly Salinger at hers, hearing how happy she was with the humble soiree he'd set up to celebrate her. After an isolated eleven years of life, the memories Pericles had formed with friends meant the world to him. But that wasn't to say they were emotionally charged moments. Growth, companionship, each ideal was warm yet merely comfortable. Each elicited no more than mist.
Reaching deeper for a spark, Pericles reflected on being sorted into Ravenclaw: the start of his journey to discovering who he was, and what he would achieve. Something nearly manifested. White ringlets twisted together in the fog, then dissipated. That was what he needed: not just the warm fuzzy feelings he had when thinking of his loved ones, but a memory that was pure and potent in equal measure. He needed a key moment where he felt unpolluted joy, a time before his thoughts were draped in this burial shroud of grief and fear of further loss. His childhood was just as convoluted as his tenure at Hogwarts, though it hadn't always been that way. Pericles' earliest memories were of trips with his once human father. Their last time in the sun was spent, of course, on one of da's boats. The Silver Lining had carried them far enough away from the coast for a bit of wizard diving. A small Pericles held Isaac's wrist as they swam through the reefs, encased in Bubblehead Charms. Together they sank through kelp towards a batch of rocks, one of which was large, reddish, moving even.
It was the first time he remembered facing an Unknown with pure wonder. Wrapped in the safety of his father's presence, untouched by fears of the future, unburdened by the traumas which now outnumbered effective positive memories. This was a time before he felt jilted and paranoid, when uncertainty was seen as an opportunity to learn rather than a potential threat. Even when the creature extended a tentacle to prod at his ankle, Pericles had only drawn out of its reach, looking to Isaac for reassurance. "Don't be afraid. It's only curious, like you," the warlock soothed. He remembered how it felt to be not only happy, but untouched by dread whatsoever. For a precious moment, the feeling returned, and the patronus incantation left his lips. A burst of ghostly silver erupted from the end of Pericles' wand, branching out overhead into the eight tentacles of a giant octopus.
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Like the eight-legged animal, those with an octopus patronus may be branched out, jack-of-all-trades virtuosos with expertise in many aspects. They are capable of being social while prone to seclusion, with a balance of logic and creativity, eccentric yet able to follow a standard. Octopi are flexible, able to adapt strategically in order to fix or improve upon their situation. While not always orthodox, their methods are productive, showcasing a reasoning aptitude. Their otherworldly nature befits those treading the path of the mystic. They are a symbol of mental freedom and an obligation-free existence. The octopus is a master of camouflage, concealment, and illusion. Its caster has a tendency to hide his true thoughts and intentions. As a descendent of explorers and traders, he is intrinsically tied to the ocean, with the name Pericles Pontius translating etymologically to "exceeding glory at sea".
STATUS: Approved, Cassius, 19 October
{ 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔟𝔬𝔶: 𝔞 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢, 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔶. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔞. }
(iNPC: Madhup Hexum)
Corporeal Patronus RP
School Year: 6th
Link to your encyclopedia thread: ʚɞ
Patronus you are applying for: Peleides Blue Morpho Butterfly (Morpho peleides)
Describe why this fits your character: 1,712/500 (whoops. sorry)
ReducioFreedom - Beauty - Elegance - Curiosity - Sweetness - Fragility
Metamorphosis - Change
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For all that Aly Salinger loved flowers, the Ravenclaw had never quite liked insects. In fact, back in her most floral of eras, she had even sought the help of friends in ridding them from the plants for which she had so dearly cared. It didn't matter the type: aphids, bees, spiders... if it was a creepy-crawly, had more than four legs, it was not for her. There were, truly, no exceptions to this rule. Except... well, she did respect them, much the same way she expected the birds that soared through the sky on a cloudless day, the sun beating hot upon their feathered wings. It was that same freedom that she'd seen in her Animagus friends, the number of which seemed to be growing by the day. And she could understand the beauty of some of them, too - patterned owl eyes on moths' wings, glistening shells of brilliant beetles, lovely dark spots atop ladybugs' scarlet backs. Aly preened herself, cared about her own looks and charm, and it made sense to her that some things were just... lovely in nature.
But nevertheless, that did not mean that she wanted to engage with them, unless they were fake and emblazoned on dresses. There, she could emulate their beauty - but not their freedom, something else she desperately craved. After spending six months locked in her own proverbial tower - a manor just outside of Welwyn Garden City, stone walls and non-existent ghosts roaming empty, cold corridors - the simple freedom of a winged bug was something she would have loved to have.
Whilst she was unable to have that freedom, however, Aly still had schoolwork to be done. For nearly two weeks she had been casting the Patronus spell over and over and over, in every spare moment of her time, only to be met with frosty blue wisps and no semblance of a corporeal form. Why had she failed so often, when so many of her friends were succeeding in finding an animal that resembled the form of their happiness? - some people had even done so in class, with everyone's eyes on them, with all that pressure of leering classmates all hoping to do the same thing but better! Aly may have been a social creature, and showy at times - often, actually - but that sort of pressure was... different than what she was used to. Eyes on her during a Quidditch match, showing off her aerial skills? That she could do, easy. But trying to cast a spell in front of the whole class? Ah, that was more her best mate @Dealla Prince's territory, not hers.
So here she was - alone, in an empty classroom, trying to ignore the other, more pressing reason she knew was to blame for her Patronus failure: the fact that she was really, really struggling with figuring out the memory to use. For some people, happiness came easy, a warm fuzzy feeling that never seemed to leave them - but for Aly, especially in the last two years, that comforting heat in her heart had been quite scarce. Anything from her childhood was tainted by the current absence of her father from her life - first and second year had been quite boring, third year and fourth both ruined by reminders of @Aaron Jones... and then this past year, a true return to Hogwarts, studying for exams and all of the insanity that had happened since. Between losing Quidditch matches and eyes, falling for absolutely the wrong person, Aly had been struggling with happy memories as of late.
But in the quiet peace of an empty classroom, it was much easier to remember the good times and all the reasons she'd liked them. She set out items one by one on the desks nearby, visual reminders of each joyful reminiscence from the last six months:The last item she set on the final desk, right by the window so she could see the moonlight filtering in to catch its amber hue. Also gifted to her on her sixteenth birthday, this one reminded her of a much colder, earlier memory - a quiet night much like this one, underneath the stars, when it feels like anything can happen. An evening of possibility. And, definitely, one of happiness. Trying firewhisky for the first time, watching meteors with not a care in the world. Before the ball, before Evelynn, before anything mattered other than their friendship. Dee Prince, Aly's best friend. The person in the world she felt closest to, and the person who had always been there for her in her lowest of times. Sure, she'd punched her in the nose once, but they'd made up after that. And when the memory of a broken nose brought a smile to Aly's face, she knew that that night atop the Astronomy Tower the previous January was the right one. The freedom of the wind in her hair, the curiosity of trying something new, the beauty of the stars and the sweetness of her best mate's smile - hell, even the change afterwards. Aly had changed so much over the last five years - in ways she wasn't necessarily proud of - that a simple metamorphosis like that winter night's felt like nothing at the time, but now, she knew that that night had been the start of something entirely new. She felt... new, more mature, somehow. Maybe she was growing up after all.
- A parchment chart of the night sky, dotted with markings in Aly's own handwriting. Watching the Lyrids at the top of the Astronomy Tower, catching up with @Pericles Dralt after the trainwreck that had been the Spring Ball... Aly shook her head no as she set the chart down. Yes, the evening had been wonderful; yes, she loved the sky and being so high up, so close to the ethereal beauty of the stars, the wind rippling through her hair like she could almost take flight right off the side of the tower; and of course she would always enjoy Peri's quiet strength and gentle, comforting company, but... there was too much baggage attached to that time. Eye-patches and tiptoeing around words... no, it wasn't purely happy, but tinged with sadness and guilt. She moved on to the next one.
- A folded scrap of parchment, still emblazoned with the Headliner wax seal. Aly had been on the school's newspaper for nearly half a year, but her acceptance still felt like a dream. Still, it was an office space she so often shared with @Evelynn Decipio, and had brought them close enough together for the summer to happen, and... yeah, no. That wouldn't work, either, no matter the creativity it took to write her articles or the curiosity she so often felt when scribbling interview notes in royal blue ink. Not with every written word reminding her of a person about whom she still had so many turbulent feelings. Again, the next.
- A haphazard collection of miscellaneous items, ranging from a navy bracelet of woven moons and stars to a magic camera and a pair of floral earrings. Her sixteenth birthday party had certainly been the happiest Aly had been in a long, long time, surrounded by her closest people and gifted all sorts of wonderful things. Plus, there had been cake to satisfy her insatiable sweet tooth and love of all things sugary, and she'd gotten to dress up all pretty and dance so elegantly with her mates. But, again, Evelynn had been there. And it had been so close to the ball... so, again, Aly passed it by, even though this recollection was definitely winning thus far, because there could always be bigger, better memories she hadn't yet considered.
- Her Ravenclaw athlete's robes, lovely cerulean with a number on the back, hooded and scarred from years' worth of Quidditch games. Quidditch had always been her safe space, and she loved to take to the skies, flying into the freedom she felt nowhere else. But, even though her team had won their first match with Aly playing Seeker back in the spring, Quidditch was also a reminder of family and her own fragility. The delicate balance upon a broomstick that had so often led to a plummet to the ground on Aly's part... the tears in the locker room after plenty of losses over the course of her career... no, this too would not work. If Quidditch couldn't make her happy, what could?
- A hairbrush, tangled with long curls of brown and red. The answer was her friends, of course. A night spent braiding @Winnie Harper's ridiculously long mane and wrangling @Rebecca Lark into spending time with her had been one of the best nights of the entire summer, in Aly's most humble opinion. She always did best in social situations, surrounded by the people she loved the most, and that night had, again, been such a thing of beauty. But despite her love for all those girls, Evelynn's presence made the looking back uneasy, and plus, there was a better night. No distractions, no others. Just... them.
She captured the reminder of Dee's snorting laughter in her mind, tears running down her cheeks and the smell of firewhisky on her breath, and spiraled her white aspen wand in that all-too-familiar sequence. "Expecto Patronum," she whispered, her casting tinged with a giggle even now, and from the wandtip sprouted something that was perhaps not so wispy, and more creepy-crawly than she had expected.
As the ethereal blue butterfly flapped its wings for the first time, as if emerging from a cocoon into the fresh air after a long period of waiting, Aly's mouth dropped into an O of surprise. She had never liked insects. She had respected them, maybe. But now... now she saw the creature as something more beautiful than she had ever imagined, here in the dim moonlight, even as she reached out her finger to touch it for the first time. Like it was a star in and of itself, free to fly wherever, just like Aly wanted to be. Whether an auspicious omen or just a symbol of her own want for the wind in her curls, the teenager didn't know, but what she did know was that she was about to like insects a whole lot more than before.
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STATUS: Approved, Cassius, 19 October
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STA 10 | EVA 14 | STR 5 | WIS 19 | ARC 7 | ACC 18 Charmer • Keeper’s Catch • Paragon of Health • Lovely Creature • Foulplay • Keen Eye who's afraid of little old me? |
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Corporeal Patronus RP
Adult level: I (taking it for 6th year spot)
Link to ency: portkey
Patronus you are applying for: Eurasian wolf(Canis lupus lupus)
Describe why it fits your character: 503/500
La seule limite est celle que vous vous posez
Link to ency: portkey
Patronus you are applying for: Eurasian wolf(Canis lupus lupus)
Describe why it fits your character: 503/500
Reducio
Célestine was always intrigued by Patronus, and especially the one that could deliver messages. It seemed so astonishing so she decided to learn how to cast it. She spent little time finding necessary incantation and wand movement.
However, thinking about something happy, something that could count as strong happy memory was proving to be a challenge. It wasn't because she didn't have any happy memory, she had a lot of them. The first time she saw her parents, her birthday, their traditional celebration of New Year. First time attending Beauxbatons, decision to focus more on Care of Magical Creatures. Starting to work as professor and traveling around the world. But none of them seemed to be strong enough. So, Célestine kept spending some days trying to find anything in her mind. She kept wondering why it seemed to be so hard when finally she found a perfect happiest memory.
It was the day when she met her snake, more specific when the snake agreed to be her friend. Since then Célestine learned to trust her new friend more and was always happy to return home to her. It was the most special and the happiest memory in her life. It gave her a new bond, the one she didn't imagine was possible until that day. Those conversations they had and closeness, even if Célestine was hiding the fact that she was Parselmouth. But maybe even this fact made it even more special. Finally understanding this, Célestine started to practice casting the spell.
With a smile on her face she said "Expecto Patronus!" and made a wand movement. And as she did so, the light came out of the wand and formed into beautiful astonishing wolf. It looked strong enough and Célestine didn't seem to have any difficulty with maintaining the spell. It was amazing moment. A wolf that she was finding as symbol of loyalty, it was strong but wise in its own way. She was sometimes comparing herself as Parselmouth to a wolf.
She heard about them in her hometown first. It was not often that she could encounter a wolf. But talking to a snake was giving her understanding of these animals. Célestine was finding herself similar to the wolf. Also alone whenever she wanted to talk to the snake. Also many were afraid of if they knew she was Parselmouth. But so loyal to its life partner. Although Célestine was still single, she was loyal to her friends and family. Wolves also could be found in something resembling a teamwork. And Célestine was finding it easy to navigate through her communication with her colleagues and students. And two more traits that she appreciated much in wolves were protectiveness and instincts.
No matter what others could be thinking about her only because of her ability to talk to snakes, she was always ready to protect everyone who was dear to her. And with years of life and constantly need to hide while talking to snakes, Célestine learned to trust her instincts.
However, thinking about something happy, something that could count as strong happy memory was proving to be a challenge. It wasn't because she didn't have any happy memory, she had a lot of them. The first time she saw her parents, her birthday, their traditional celebration of New Year. First time attending Beauxbatons, decision to focus more on Care of Magical Creatures. Starting to work as professor and traveling around the world. But none of them seemed to be strong enough. So, Célestine kept spending some days trying to find anything in her mind. She kept wondering why it seemed to be so hard when finally she found a perfect happiest memory.
It was the day when she met her snake, more specific when the snake agreed to be her friend. Since then Célestine learned to trust her new friend more and was always happy to return home to her. It was the most special and the happiest memory in her life. It gave her a new bond, the one she didn't imagine was possible until that day. Those conversations they had and closeness, even if Célestine was hiding the fact that she was Parselmouth. But maybe even this fact made it even more special. Finally understanding this, Célestine started to practice casting the spell.
With a smile on her face she said "Expecto Patronus!" and made a wand movement. And as she did so, the light came out of the wand and formed into beautiful astonishing wolf. It looked strong enough and Célestine didn't seem to have any difficulty with maintaining the spell. It was amazing moment. A wolf that she was finding as symbol of loyalty, it was strong but wise in its own way. She was sometimes comparing herself as Parselmouth to a wolf.
She heard about them in her hometown first. It was not often that she could encounter a wolf. But talking to a snake was giving her understanding of these animals. Célestine was finding herself similar to the wolf. Also alone whenever she wanted to talk to the snake. Also many were afraid of if they knew she was Parselmouth. But so loyal to its life partner. Although Célestine was still single, she was loyal to her friends and family. Wolves also could be found in something resembling a teamwork. And Célestine was finding it easy to navigate through her communication with her colleagues and students. And two more traits that she appreciated much in wolves were protectiveness and instincts.
No matter what others could be thinking about her only because of her ability to talk to snakes, she was always ready to protect everyone who was dear to her. And with years of life and constantly need to hide while talking to snakes, Célestine learned to trust her instincts.
STATUS: Approved, Cassius, 29 November
La seule limite est celle que vous vous posez
| Linda Ramirez - PC | Kaya Rose Bennett - iNPC |
The only limit is the one you set for yourself.
Corporeal Patronus RP
School Year: 6th
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here
Patronus you are applying for: Red Deer Stag (Cervus elaphus)
Describe why this fits your character:
581/500
"Do not pity the dead... pity the living. And above all those who live without love." Albus Dumbledore -
Jacob Harman
INPC: Tina Parker
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here
Patronus you are applying for: Red Deer Stag (Cervus elaphus)
Describe why this fits your character:
Reducio
The Patronus Charm, one of the most difficult spells that someone like Jacob could perform.
It allows a wizard to produce a patronus a magical protector for any wizard. However, to make it solid, there must be a particularly happy memory, the happiest memory that any person can possess at a time.
Jacob was particularly excited to perform this spell, it was in fact the spell that he wanted to have above all others.
He is currently facing a boggart in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for a private lesson for those who wanted to get a Corporeal Patronus.
In order to use the Patronus Charm, he first had to settle on the memory think of it in his mind and to think of that memory only. Once he focused on that memory he would perform the spell. As he was thinking of that memory, he thought of the day he met Rose Moon in the small hall, so he said the incantation "Expecto Patronum, Expecto Patronum."
He then practiced the wand movement, which was somewhat of a circle movement, he practiced it over and over and over again without end. But he continued to focus on the spell. What he fear the very most was the dementors, which his mother believed was him fearing fear itself. She believed this to be very wise.
He focuses on the memory of him and Rose, and recites the incantation loudly and without compromise to the spell "Expecto Patronum." Nothing but a shield. A mist that will protect Jacob for a time, but will ultimately fail of Dementors ever come near him.
Not nearly strong enough Jacob thought as he storms off, until the very next day where he gave another attempt. Thankfully he is only facing a boggart, so he is not in any actual danger.
He then remembered the first time he had performed the Knockback Jinx. He remembered that day fondly, he remembered failing the first few times, then by the end of class he finally managed to do it. He knocked his opponent back and he celebrated his win. So that is the memory he would perform the spell with.
He waved his wand and said in a defiant tone "Expecto Patronum." a stronger shield appeared, it was getting closer to the Coporeal form that it would eventually become. But it lacked the one memory that it needed to have in the first place.
He then remembers of all the vacations he and his family had been on, there was one where he felt happier than any of the others put together, that time he spent in America. Before his father died, He remembered being on the Rollar Coasters and feeling the wind in his hair. It was a memory he would never forget
So for the final time, Jacob prepares his wand, he performs the wand movement and says the incantation with as much force as he could muster "EXPECTO PATRONUM." Then as it was performed a silver red deer stag erupted from his wand and drove back the Boggart from it hiding place. He then perform with as much as he could "Riddikulus." It was the same one as his father's; when he was younger, he saw his father's Patronus; plus he has a familiarity with Stags. His willingness to protect others, his leadership qualities are all the indication of a stag Patronus. He saw it for only a brief second before it disappeared... out of sight.
It allows a wizard to produce a patronus a magical protector for any wizard. However, to make it solid, there must be a particularly happy memory, the happiest memory that any person can possess at a time.
Jacob was particularly excited to perform this spell, it was in fact the spell that he wanted to have above all others.
He is currently facing a boggart in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for a private lesson for those who wanted to get a Corporeal Patronus.
In order to use the Patronus Charm, he first had to settle on the memory think of it in his mind and to think of that memory only. Once he focused on that memory he would perform the spell. As he was thinking of that memory, he thought of the day he met Rose Moon in the small hall, so he said the incantation "Expecto Patronum, Expecto Patronum."
He then practiced the wand movement, which was somewhat of a circle movement, he practiced it over and over and over again without end. But he continued to focus on the spell. What he fear the very most was the dementors, which his mother believed was him fearing fear itself. She believed this to be very wise.
He focuses on the memory of him and Rose, and recites the incantation loudly and without compromise to the spell "Expecto Patronum." Nothing but a shield. A mist that will protect Jacob for a time, but will ultimately fail of Dementors ever come near him.
Not nearly strong enough Jacob thought as he storms off, until the very next day where he gave another attempt. Thankfully he is only facing a boggart, so he is not in any actual danger.
He then remembered the first time he had performed the Knockback Jinx. He remembered that day fondly, he remembered failing the first few times, then by the end of class he finally managed to do it. He knocked his opponent back and he celebrated his win. So that is the memory he would perform the spell with.
He waved his wand and said in a defiant tone "Expecto Patronum." a stronger shield appeared, it was getting closer to the Coporeal form that it would eventually become. But it lacked the one memory that it needed to have in the first place.
He then remembers of all the vacations he and his family had been on, there was one where he felt happier than any of the others put together, that time he spent in America. Before his father died, He remembered being on the Rollar Coasters and feeling the wind in his hair. It was a memory he would never forget
So for the final time, Jacob prepares his wand, he performs the wand movement and says the incantation with as much force as he could muster "EXPECTO PATRONUM." Then as it was performed a silver red deer stag erupted from his wand and drove back the Boggart from it hiding place. He then perform with as much as he could "Riddikulus." It was the same one as his father's; when he was younger, he saw his father's Patronus; plus he has a familiarity with Stags. His willingness to protect others, his leadership qualities are all the indication of a stag Patronus. He saw it for only a brief second before it disappeared... out of sight.
581/500
STATUS: Pending - Koko, 2 February 2025
- Please explain why a stag Patronus fits Jacob.
- Additionally, please either ask Professor Lécuyer for permission to use a Boggart in this application, or otherwise please edit the Boggart out of the application. If Professor Lécuyer grants you permission to use a Boggart here, please make an OOC note of that.
OOC NOTE: I have gotten permission for the Boggart from Professor Lécuyer.
STATUS: Pending - Koko, 12 February 2025
- Please elaborate a bit more on why the stag patronus fits Jacob — more than his father having had it, why does it fit him? What qualities of the animal align with Jacob's personality?
STATUS: Pending - Koko, 14 February 2025
- What specific species of stag is Jacob's patronus?
STATUS: Approved - Koko, 17 February 2025
Last edited by Jacob Harman on 15 Feb 2025, 03:39, edited 3 times in total.
"Do not pity the dead... pity the living. And above all those who live without love." Albus Dumbledore -
Jacob Harman
INPC: Tina Parker
Corporeal Patronus RP
School Year: Adult
Link to your encyclopedia thread:
Patronus you are applying for: Borzoi (Russian Hunting Sighthound - Russkaya psovaya borzaya)
Describe why this fits your character:
Link to your encyclopedia thread:
Patronus you are applying for: Borzoi (Russian Hunting Sighthound - Russkaya psovaya borzaya)
Describe why this fits your character:
Reducio
In his youth, Aulis was always taught to be quite proud of both sides of his heritage. His mother's side was Finnish and magical, his father's Russian and Muggle - they could not have been any more different. Whilst Aulis always did tend more to the magical side, bending over backwards to make sure his mother was happy and he was a perfect son to her as well as a talented wizard and Seer, he also loved his father - and his father's dog. Lavrentiy had already owned a Borzoi puppy upon meeting Unelma, a small white thing with the trademark long nose and limbs and ghostlike white fur of its breed; it was called Prizrak, aptly meaning 'ghost'. When Aulis was born, Unelma was concerned about having a non-magical creature in the household with a new baby, but Prizrak took to the child like a born caretaker - Lavrentiy had not been worried, having known the breed's calm temperament and penchant for love. He had convinced Unelma to keep Prizrak, to give Aulis another connection to his non-magical and Russian heritage - after all, the borzoi was a very traditional type of dog.
Prizrak and Aulis grew up together, always bounding about in the yard of their small home, both the child and the dog inclined for athleticism and energy; when they grew tired, they could often be found curled up together in a warm spot, taking a nap. Though Aulis was an only child, he needed no siblings because he had the family dog. When he was sent to Koldovstoretz to begin his education, Aulis cried for days and insisted on taking one of Prizrak's toys with him, as well as leaving his own for the creature, "to remember by". Though he boarded at the school, he returned home for every holiday break - somewhat to visit his family, but everyone knew it was also for the dog, as they were the best of friends.
Prizrak passed away at thirteen years old, at the end of Aulis's first year officially learning magic at Koldovstoretz; the child was not yet twelve. He was heartbroken on having missed out on last days with his beloved pet and moped most of the summer break, having missed the death and funeral due to his being at school. Still, he carried with him the knowledge of his dog's calm temperament, energetic athleticism, and abundant affection, and these three qualities were those that could have been said of Aulis himself as he continued to grow. Calming, athletic, affectionate... though perhaps the last one was reserved for his dog and his dog alone.
When Aulis learned to cast the Patronus Charm at school, it was simple to come up with a purely happy memory - racing around in the yard at home with Prizrak as a youth, playing with toys and chasing each other, then ending the afternoon with a nap in the warmth. Before Koldovstoretz, before the Sight had failed him, before everything had gotten too complicated, there had always been the easy, constant love of his beloved childhood pet. To see a pale blue borzoi, almost identical to the long-dead form of his puppy, erupt from the tip of his cherrywood wand was not a surprise to Aulis nor to anyone who knew him; after all, there was always a reason Aulis and Prizrak had gotten along so well. They were two birds of a feather, brothers in spirit, and it made complete sense for Aulis's Patronus form to resemble the pet he had so loved.
Prizrak and Aulis grew up together, always bounding about in the yard of their small home, both the child and the dog inclined for athleticism and energy; when they grew tired, they could often be found curled up together in a warm spot, taking a nap. Though Aulis was an only child, he needed no siblings because he had the family dog. When he was sent to Koldovstoretz to begin his education, Aulis cried for days and insisted on taking one of Prizrak's toys with him, as well as leaving his own for the creature, "to remember by". Though he boarded at the school, he returned home for every holiday break - somewhat to visit his family, but everyone knew it was also for the dog, as they were the best of friends.
Prizrak passed away at thirteen years old, at the end of Aulis's first year officially learning magic at Koldovstoretz; the child was not yet twelve. He was heartbroken on having missed out on last days with his beloved pet and moped most of the summer break, having missed the death and funeral due to his being at school. Still, he carried with him the knowledge of his dog's calm temperament, energetic athleticism, and abundant affection, and these three qualities were those that could have been said of Aulis himself as he continued to grow. Calming, athletic, affectionate... though perhaps the last one was reserved for his dog and his dog alone.
When Aulis learned to cast the Patronus Charm at school, it was simple to come up with a purely happy memory - racing around in the yard at home with Prizrak as a youth, playing with toys and chasing each other, then ending the afternoon with a nap in the warmth. Before Koldovstoretz, before the Sight had failed him, before everything had gotten too complicated, there had always been the easy, constant love of his beloved childhood pet. To see a pale blue borzoi, almost identical to the long-dead form of his puppy, erupt from the tip of his cherrywood wand was not a surprise to Aulis nor to anyone who knew him; after all, there was always a reason Aulis and Prizrak had gotten along so well. They were two birds of a feather, brothers in spirit, and it made complete sense for Aulis's Patronus form to resemble the pet he had so loved.
STATUS: Approved - Cassius, 16 February
Corporeal Patronus RP
| ⫸ SARAI TOUSSAINT-FLEISCHER'S PATRONUS.
School Year : Adult.
Encyclopedia : All your wishes have come true.
Patronus : Spicebush Butterfly [ Papilio Troilus ]
Describe why this fits your character : 752 words. |  |
Reducio
For all that it was worth, the former youthful and spritely Sarai initially was not quite keen to learn the Corporeal Patronus charm amid her years at Castelobruxo unlike her siblings. The adolescent girl was aware the charm was among the most versatile when facing a very, very specific circumstance and that additional practice could lead to mastery of Messenger Patroni, but Sarai wouldn’t find such a use for such magic at the time.
The teenager would only seek to develop and master the Corporeal Patronus charm solely because her siblings had collected a magnitude of failed attempts under their belts, and thus, fueled by a competitive spirit, Sarai sought mastery before her siblings could claim the crown. To Sarai, mastering the infamous Patroni charm before them could would showcase her innate talent for spell-casting, which her siblings somewhat lacked due to their fixation on antics.
What the adolescent Toussaint girl assumed would be easy was far from it. The incantation's pronunciation was exact, loud, and clearly chanted. The wand movement was perfect but lacked the happy memory to follow suit. Sure, Sarai had plenty of cheerful memories to reminisce about, yet nothing struck her while she concentrated. Her relentless efforts would be in vain, for all that would manifest from Sarai’s attempts was a weak, silvery mist.
The girl attempted the charm often, but her dedication to mastery slowly waned following graduation from Castelobruxo when Sarai became a young mother less than a year later. Between singlehandedly nurturing the lives of her twin boys, Alphonse and Briar, and watering the budding career in Ritual Magick Herbalism, fickle time was left for Sarai to practice this unmastered charm. Eventually, the woman would forget that it even existed between everything else on her plate.
In the years following, Sarai was plagued with feelings of abandonment, self-doubt, self-contempt, heartache, and a sense of failure for dreams that wouldn't come to fruition. There was also a deep-seated anger for her former partner, who had cheated on his wife with Sarai, then abandoned her with the consequences. It was as if the young mother was walking a tightrope, a balancing act between making a name for herself and being the horticulturist her sons deserved. She oftentimes unintentionally neglected one for the other, and overextending herself to keep her head above water and control everything had begun to deteriorate her mental health. Despite all of Sarai's efforts, in her mind, the young woman felt she was a failure as a young mother and a budding young witch.
That was until a motorcyclist arrived in her lively wizarding port town on the southern coast of Haiti to reinforce the wards separating the town from the muggle gaze—Fabian Fleischer was his name. Sarai was drawn to him like a moth to flame, and in him, she found a wholesome friend for life; their bond was shaped by a shared purpose, thirst for adventure, and a deep, sacred love took root. It took about a year for their friendship to transition into a relationship, and amid that time, Sarai had never seen much of the world beyond the Caribbean, South America, North and Western Africa—that was, until Fabian showed her, taking short trips and biking across North America, Europe, Oceania, and Eastern Africa.
Looking back, the Toussaint woman is still unsure where the time has gone. Her boys had grown like weeds over the years, being molded into bright young men by her and Fabian, with whom she still shared a loving relationship after all that time, and Sarai would find herself casting the Patronus Charm in the courtyard of the coastal home they'd purchased together. This time, it was easy to come up with a purely happy memory: a road trip through southern Florida when they'd soar across open highways surrounded by fields of flowers and thousands of fluttering Spicebush butterflies. It was no shock when a light emerged from the wand and formed a stunning black and silvery-teal Spicebush butterfly.
Butterflies, symbolizing hope, joy, transformation, rebirth, and freedom; all things the woman would learn on the back of Fabian's bike. On the road, Sarai would come out of her own cocoon and transform free from her former burdens, realizing that life wasn't about rushing to the destination but appreciating that the journey itself is where life happens. Her life may not have been perfect, but Sarai would remember to be joyous amid the journey and hold onto hope that everything would be okay.
mentions : @Fabian Toussaint-Fleischer
The teenager would only seek to develop and master the Corporeal Patronus charm solely because her siblings had collected a magnitude of failed attempts under their belts, and thus, fueled by a competitive spirit, Sarai sought mastery before her siblings could claim the crown. To Sarai, mastering the infamous Patroni charm before them could would showcase her innate talent for spell-casting, which her siblings somewhat lacked due to their fixation on antics.
What the adolescent Toussaint girl assumed would be easy was far from it. The incantation's pronunciation was exact, loud, and clearly chanted. The wand movement was perfect but lacked the happy memory to follow suit. Sure, Sarai had plenty of cheerful memories to reminisce about, yet nothing struck her while she concentrated. Her relentless efforts would be in vain, for all that would manifest from Sarai’s attempts was a weak, silvery mist.
The girl attempted the charm often, but her dedication to mastery slowly waned following graduation from Castelobruxo when Sarai became a young mother less than a year later. Between singlehandedly nurturing the lives of her twin boys, Alphonse and Briar, and watering the budding career in Ritual Magick Herbalism, fickle time was left for Sarai to practice this unmastered charm. Eventually, the woman would forget that it even existed between everything else on her plate.
In the years following, Sarai was plagued with feelings of abandonment, self-doubt, self-contempt, heartache, and a sense of failure for dreams that wouldn't come to fruition. There was also a deep-seated anger for her former partner, who had cheated on his wife with Sarai, then abandoned her with the consequences. It was as if the young mother was walking a tightrope, a balancing act between making a name for herself and being the horticulturist her sons deserved. She oftentimes unintentionally neglected one for the other, and overextending herself to keep her head above water and control everything had begun to deteriorate her mental health. Despite all of Sarai's efforts, in her mind, the young woman felt she was a failure as a young mother and a budding young witch.
That was until a motorcyclist arrived in her lively wizarding port town on the southern coast of Haiti to reinforce the wards separating the town from the muggle gaze—Fabian Fleischer was his name. Sarai was drawn to him like a moth to flame, and in him, she found a wholesome friend for life; their bond was shaped by a shared purpose, thirst for adventure, and a deep, sacred love took root. It took about a year for their friendship to transition into a relationship, and amid that time, Sarai had never seen much of the world beyond the Caribbean, South America, North and Western Africa—that was, until Fabian showed her, taking short trips and biking across North America, Europe, Oceania, and Eastern Africa.
Looking back, the Toussaint woman is still unsure where the time has gone. Her boys had grown like weeds over the years, being molded into bright young men by her and Fabian, with whom she still shared a loving relationship after all that time, and Sarai would find herself casting the Patronus Charm in the courtyard of the coastal home they'd purchased together. This time, it was easy to come up with a purely happy memory: a road trip through southern Florida when they'd soar across open highways surrounded by fields of flowers and thousands of fluttering Spicebush butterflies. It was no shock when a light emerged from the wand and formed a stunning black and silvery-teal Spicebush butterfly.
Butterflies, symbolizing hope, joy, transformation, rebirth, and freedom; all things the woman would learn on the back of Fabian's bike. On the road, Sarai would come out of her own cocoon and transform free from her former burdens, realizing that life wasn't about rushing to the destination but appreciating that the journey itself is where life happens. Her life may not have been perfect, but Sarai would remember to be joyous amid the journey and hold onto hope that everything would be okay.
mentions : @Fabian Toussaint-Fleischer
STATUS: Approved - Cassius, 16 February
I always knew the wind would blow you back to me one day.
Corporeal Patronus RP
School Year: Seventh
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here
Patronus you are applying for: Runespoor
Describe why this fits your character: 1404 words
Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 14 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 17 | ArcPower: 12 | Accuracy: 17
Perfectionist I & II, Fearless, Spell Spread, Nonverbal Magic
iNPC Vyacheslav Aleksandrovich Preobrazhensky
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here
Patronus you are applying for: Runespoor
Describe why this fits your character: 1404 words
Reducio
For one who prided themselves on their magical excellence, it was mildly frustrating to be unable to successfully cast a spell. Still, Ruby recognized that she couldn’t succeed at everything instantly and some spells—especially highly advanced ones like the Patronus Charm—required special effort to learn. So special effort she had given it. When she had been unable to make so much as a pale wisp appear in class, the spell had become her primary focus, devoting hours each week to growing her understanding of the theory behind it and practicing each step of the casting process over and over.
It wasn’t uncommon for her to spend time trying to perfect something like this, but what was uncommon was that, after she managed the beginnings of a vague silvery mist, she didn’t seem to be improving. That was as far as she could get, even after many more weeks of practice. She was near certain that she couldn’t be doing anything wrong on the technical side anymore, so it was something deeper that was causing this issue. She hadn’t struggled this much with any spell before. But the Patronus Charm wasn’t something that could be mastered in the same way as other spells. It was a very powerful defensive charm created through the channeling of positive emotions, and that meant that much more than just intelligence and dedication was required in order to succeed.
Ruby had been sitting at the desk in her room, reviewing the theory of the spell for a few minutes after she had finished her other tasks and classwork, when it finally clicked that the inadequate part for her was likely the positive force. She stared ahead blankly before slamming her textbook shut and going to get ready for bed, trying to avoid too much thinking in the process. How could her happy memories not be good enough? Was she really so weighed down by resentment and cynicism that she couldn’t muster enough basic hope?
For a couple of weeks after that, Ruby didn’t attempt the spell at all and tried to distract herself if she even started thinking about it. Then, one day came when she was feeling particularly pleasant and calm, and she decided to try again. She thought of having fun with her cousins, of the friends she had made over her time at Hogwarts, and finally the mist seemed a bit brighter—it even looked like it was starting to shape into something, but it wasn’t quite there yet. Ruby so badly wanted it to work; she needed to be able to achieve this. Progress was progress, though, and she could be patient. She had enough confidence and faith in herself to know that she would get there eventually. She had to.
Months had now passed since her first attempt at the spell, and she needed something more. Instead of focusing on the magic, she turned to deeper reflection on her experiences. What brought her the most joy? What was something that mattered more than any of her many academic/magical successes, more than meeting people she cared about, more than having fun with loved ones? She lay in bed with her eyes closed and muscles relaxed, trying to recall as many highly positive experiences as she could. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed by the time her eyes snapped open with something in mind—July 6th, 2023.
It had been while she was at summer camp, outside after dark, taking a break from the people in her cabin. She had thought she would be taking a walk alone, but as she got farther from the cabins, she had unexpectedly encountered someone: @Illowy Magnard. Everything between them that had gone unsaid in the years of avoidance had come pouring out that night, and she had felt so at peace, so fulfilled, so seen, so accepted… Illowy understood her in a way that no one else did, and she was a brilliant, brilliant young woman who Ruby felt so lucky to know. That night, she had bridged the gap that they had let grow between them, taking a chance by being vulnerable, and she had been rewarded with feelings of connectedness, contentment, and empowerment. She had been forgiven. Illowy knew of the good and the bad in her, and still liked her anyway.
Ruby was sure that this memory had to be what would work—she could just feel it. Too excited to wait until the morning, she got changed and slipped outside, walking down to the lake. She tried to put herself back in that moment, full of love and warmth. She pictured their hug, pictured Illowy’s excitement to share her Animagus ability with Ruby, pictured the look of awe Illowy had had when watching Ruby cast. "I’m just so, happy. Inexpressibly happy," Illowy had said, and Ruby had been the cause of that. She took a deep breath and, with Illowy’s smile in mind, spoke with confidence, “Expecto Patronum.”
From the tip of her wand burst a silvery form that kept growing, her eyes widening as it unfolded. Over the lake floated a long serpentine figure, three heads lifting one after another—heads belonging to a Runespoor. For a moment, Ruby couldn’t even formulate proper thoughts, let alone words, as she watched, transfixed. Her mouth was open slightly in disbelief, stunned that not only did she finally manage to produce a corporeal Patronus, it was also a magical creature. She hadn’t even begun to think about what form it might take—she had been so focused on simply creating whatever it was. But this- this was just… it was incredible. All the time she had spent pursuing a result was immediately made so worth it.
Between dedicated practice and innate ability, Ruby was certainly magically talented, and as a pureblood, magic had always been central to her life. It thus seemed reasonably appropriate for her Patronus to be a magical creature, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t surprised and even impressed, given the rarity. This would undoubtedly be a point of pride for her now. And a Runespoor at that… Slytherin and the symbol of snakes suited her well with her cunningness and willingness to “shed her skin”, so to speak, so why not this, too? It was sort of interesting, though, that a creature associated with Dark wizards was to be her Patronus—her spiritual protector—considering that the production of corporeal Patroni had long been associated with purity and the pure of heart. Then again, was that not also a contradiction that sort of fit her?
Supposedly, according to Parselmouths, each of the three heads of a Runespoor also had different functions—the planner, the dreamer, and the critic. Ruby was very in touch with her “planner” side, given her logic and determination, which could even be seen in the way she had approached learning this spell. As for “the critic”, she constantly pushed herself to be the best and never weak—anything less than that was simply unacceptable—and so that did mean that she could be rather harsh towards herself, even if she personally considered that to be kind of a positive thing. If someone wasn’t critical of themselves, did they even care about improving? Did they have any real, worthy ambitions? It didn’t matter to her if others found it unrealistic, she would always keep chasing the idea of ever more skill, more power. Whatever the cost. These ambitions were something she felt she needed, but they were also dreams of their own.
With all of this, she could be quite out of touch with her emotions and more sensitive side, struggling to understand others’ level of feeling—believing it was unnecessary and weak. But she was also a dreamer. She liked reading, she liked to create, she had a good imagination. And, for example, when she was a first year, while naive, she had dreamed of a better world, sometimes wanting to “save the world” and fix its problems. But the more she suffered and the more jaded she became, the more that part of her was blocked out. Her “critic” side made it particularly hard for it to be seen. For Runespoors, the critic head sometimes overshadowed and bothered the two others so much that they bit it off once they couldn’t handle it anymore. Maybe one day, she would learn to find the balance, ideally without having to self-destruct too much to get there.
It wasn’t uncommon for her to spend time trying to perfect something like this, but what was uncommon was that, after she managed the beginnings of a vague silvery mist, she didn’t seem to be improving. That was as far as she could get, even after many more weeks of practice. She was near certain that she couldn’t be doing anything wrong on the technical side anymore, so it was something deeper that was causing this issue. She hadn’t struggled this much with any spell before. But the Patronus Charm wasn’t something that could be mastered in the same way as other spells. It was a very powerful defensive charm created through the channeling of positive emotions, and that meant that much more than just intelligence and dedication was required in order to succeed.
Ruby had been sitting at the desk in her room, reviewing the theory of the spell for a few minutes after she had finished her other tasks and classwork, when it finally clicked that the inadequate part for her was likely the positive force. She stared ahead blankly before slamming her textbook shut and going to get ready for bed, trying to avoid too much thinking in the process. How could her happy memories not be good enough? Was she really so weighed down by resentment and cynicism that she couldn’t muster enough basic hope?
For a couple of weeks after that, Ruby didn’t attempt the spell at all and tried to distract herself if she even started thinking about it. Then, one day came when she was feeling particularly pleasant and calm, and she decided to try again. She thought of having fun with her cousins, of the friends she had made over her time at Hogwarts, and finally the mist seemed a bit brighter—it even looked like it was starting to shape into something, but it wasn’t quite there yet. Ruby so badly wanted it to work; she needed to be able to achieve this. Progress was progress, though, and she could be patient. She had enough confidence and faith in herself to know that she would get there eventually. She had to.
Months had now passed since her first attempt at the spell, and she needed something more. Instead of focusing on the magic, she turned to deeper reflection on her experiences. What brought her the most joy? What was something that mattered more than any of her many academic/magical successes, more than meeting people she cared about, more than having fun with loved ones? She lay in bed with her eyes closed and muscles relaxed, trying to recall as many highly positive experiences as she could. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed by the time her eyes snapped open with something in mind—July 6th, 2023.
It had been while she was at summer camp, outside after dark, taking a break from the people in her cabin. She had thought she would be taking a walk alone, but as she got farther from the cabins, she had unexpectedly encountered someone: @Illowy Magnard. Everything between them that had gone unsaid in the years of avoidance had come pouring out that night, and she had felt so at peace, so fulfilled, so seen, so accepted… Illowy understood her in a way that no one else did, and she was a brilliant, brilliant young woman who Ruby felt so lucky to know. That night, she had bridged the gap that they had let grow between them, taking a chance by being vulnerable, and she had been rewarded with feelings of connectedness, contentment, and empowerment. She had been forgiven. Illowy knew of the good and the bad in her, and still liked her anyway.
Ruby was sure that this memory had to be what would work—she could just feel it. Too excited to wait until the morning, she got changed and slipped outside, walking down to the lake. She tried to put herself back in that moment, full of love and warmth. She pictured their hug, pictured Illowy’s excitement to share her Animagus ability with Ruby, pictured the look of awe Illowy had had when watching Ruby cast. "I’m just so, happy. Inexpressibly happy," Illowy had said, and Ruby had been the cause of that. She took a deep breath and, with Illowy’s smile in mind, spoke with confidence, “Expecto Patronum.”
From the tip of her wand burst a silvery form that kept growing, her eyes widening as it unfolded. Over the lake floated a long serpentine figure, three heads lifting one after another—heads belonging to a Runespoor. For a moment, Ruby couldn’t even formulate proper thoughts, let alone words, as she watched, transfixed. Her mouth was open slightly in disbelief, stunned that not only did she finally manage to produce a corporeal Patronus, it was also a magical creature. She hadn’t even begun to think about what form it might take—she had been so focused on simply creating whatever it was. But this- this was just… it was incredible. All the time she had spent pursuing a result was immediately made so worth it.
Between dedicated practice and innate ability, Ruby was certainly magically talented, and as a pureblood, magic had always been central to her life. It thus seemed reasonably appropriate for her Patronus to be a magical creature, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t surprised and even impressed, given the rarity. This would undoubtedly be a point of pride for her now. And a Runespoor at that… Slytherin and the symbol of snakes suited her well with her cunningness and willingness to “shed her skin”, so to speak, so why not this, too? It was sort of interesting, though, that a creature associated with Dark wizards was to be her Patronus—her spiritual protector—considering that the production of corporeal Patroni had long been associated with purity and the pure of heart. Then again, was that not also a contradiction that sort of fit her?
Supposedly, according to Parselmouths, each of the three heads of a Runespoor also had different functions—the planner, the dreamer, and the critic. Ruby was very in touch with her “planner” side, given her logic and determination, which could even be seen in the way she had approached learning this spell. As for “the critic”, she constantly pushed herself to be the best and never weak—anything less than that was simply unacceptable—and so that did mean that she could be rather harsh towards herself, even if she personally considered that to be kind of a positive thing. If someone wasn’t critical of themselves, did they even care about improving? Did they have any real, worthy ambitions? It didn’t matter to her if others found it unrealistic, she would always keep chasing the idea of ever more skill, more power. Whatever the cost. These ambitions were something she felt she needed, but they were also dreams of their own.
With all of this, she could be quite out of touch with her emotions and more sensitive side, struggling to understand others’ level of feeling—believing it was unnecessary and weak. But she was also a dreamer. She liked reading, she liked to create, she had a good imagination. And, for example, when she was a first year, while naive, she had dreamed of a better world, sometimes wanting to “save the world” and fix its problems. But the more she suffered and the more jaded she became, the more that part of her was blocked out. Her “critic” side made it particularly hard for it to be seen. For Runespoors, the critic head sometimes overshadowed and bothered the two others so much that they bit it off once they couldn’t handle it anymore. Maybe one day, she would learn to find the balance, ideally without having to self-destruct too much to get there.
STATUS: Approved - Koko, 27 April 2025
Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 14 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 17 | ArcPower: 12 | Accuracy: 17
Perfectionist I & II, Fearless, Spell Spread, Nonverbal Magic
iNPC Vyacheslav Aleksandrovich Preobrazhensky
Corporeal Patronus RP
School Year: Adult
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Teie outou! (Here you are!)
Patronus you are applying for: Mermaid (Siren)
Describe why this fits your character:
500 words (up to a maximum of 2K words) of your character learning the Patronus spell/casting their first corporeal Patronus, please include a word count. This can be completed in-character first or second person or from a third-person perspective. Your application cannot be out of character (OOC).
WC: 959/500
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Teie outou! (Here you are!)
Patronus you are applying for: Mermaid (Siren)
Describe why this fits your character:
500 words (up to a maximum of 2K words) of your character learning the Patronus spell/casting their first corporeal Patronus, please include a word count. This can be completed in-character first or second person or from a third-person perspective. Your application cannot be out of character (OOC).
WC: 959/500
Reducio
Desislava has always been drawn to the ocean and feels as though her deep soul and Seer tendencies give her a deeper connection than most. Through her travels she has been able to experience the world of Marine life but never has she felt so drawn to the darkness of night and the call of the waves in the very darkst of hours. Her happiest thoughts radiated around the idea of living on the island of Mo'orea and becoming one with the water.
Some of her happiest memories where paddling around on the shores of the hidden island of Tenūsa during one of her days off from schooling. Having thought that she was alone, she laid upon her surfboard in the middle of a secluded inlet with her fingers and legs dangling in the water. The gentle rocking of her board against the waves lulls her into a subsequent sense of tranquility and it reminds her that nothing out of the ordinary can truly phase a person if they can maintain peace in their lives.
Having been shunned from Koldovstoretz for her Seer outing, and the massive transition into a brand new culture of Tenūsa education, she didn't truly think that she would find somewhere she belonged. Oh how terribly wrong she was. She had learned how to accept her newfound skills, her friends were lovely and very interested in trading quips about the world they found, and she had found evidence of mermaid existance around the waterline which only fueled her exploration of the waters further. Life was perfect and peaceful for her. She couldn't think of anything that would-
Happiest memory? Happiest moment perhaps? Ah.. She and her friend group had always discussed what it would be when they finally accompished this and how it was imperative to cast a successful Patronus charm. She had only managed whisps and flakes which had earned her a pass for the charm but she hadn't yet produced anything worthwhile. Maybe it was a prompt to try again... Something inside her felt that this was going to be meaningful if she managed to make well...
Anything.
She sat up on her surfboard and took her wand out of her hair where it had been stored for safe keeping- not the best, but she had nowhere else to put it. Taking a deep breath, she thought back to stepping on the island for the first time, how the warmth of the air enveloped her like a warm hug from her Baba when she was having a bad day... how the sand beneath her feet felt when she was in her happiest place... the feeling she got when she built her first surfboard and caught that first barrel.... None of them were quite so powerful enough to generate a production of a patronus.
She closed her eyes, meditating on her board for a moment. What was strong enough so as to illicit the right-
A thought struck her. Something that had truly changed her life was when she first communicated with one of the mermaids she had seen off the coast of Pomorie when she was 15. It had been on a rare trip home and during the perfect summer day. She had been swimming off the coast of the town and practicing her Mermish under the water when she had found the Mermaid with it's fluke stuck between two rocks. She had communicated to the mermaid that she could help and in return, upon freeing the creature, that the Mermaid had given her from the creature's own neck, a necklace made of coral, fish bone, and sand dollar. This highly coveted gift was shockingly joyful to recieve and truly marked Desislava's joy for mermaids and the need to dedicate her time to studying them.
"Expecto Patronum-" she spoke quietly. White whisps of smoke sputtered from her wand, illuminating a reflection of something in the water. But it wasn't enough just yet- it needed that extra spark.
She took another breath, this could be easy- just paddle and find the curve of the wave, when it was ready it would appear. Inside her chest, she felt some kind of swelling like the crest of the wave. Paddle away from it- paddle paddle paddle!
"Expecto Patronum!"
From her wand a swirling heap of white burst forward from her wand, knocking her off her board and into the water. When she emerged from the water, still holding her wand thank god, there it was gliding peacefully above the water. A beautiful Siren was lazily swimming and just as majestically as it appeared, flipping over itself and fussing with it's hair in the reflective pool of the water that Desislava was currently swimming in. It looked at her and then away as it preened over itself and continued to swim in the air.
Words could not describe what it was that she was seeing. A true manifestation of the memory she had been envisioning. Something rolled down her cheek, either a tear or some salt water- but it must have been happy. It was a happy day.
This was her favorite memory. Her happiest one. It was practical and something she could always recall when she needed something to keep her from questioning herself. And like the mermaid in her memory, this silver copy, had emmulated the way it had swam away from her, which only made her memory of recieiving her talisman necklace all that more vivid. She could remember more details about the mermaid, the color of its scales, the nod that she and the mermaid had shared before it swam off for good. She held onto the necklace around her neck and thanked the mermaid silently as the one in front of her above the water slowly faded into the mist above the water.
Explanation: (271 words) Sirens are a breed of mermaid said to orginate from Greece and would lure sailors to their demise and use them as food. In muggle-culture, sirens are responsible for the idea of a "gorgeous" and "beautiful" creature despite the breeds of Mermaids being vastly different (think Selkies, Merrows) Sirens live in costal waters where it is warm and clear, but also in rockier areas. At the time of the first casting, Desislava was living in the area where Tenūsa was and learning to navigate her own budding Seer abilities as well as the fact that she needed to work harder to persuade those around her that she was capable of accomplishing a magical education with the help of those around her. Sirens tend to live in pods of 2-8 and Desislava had begun to find her own "pod" of people around her that supported her.
A Siren best represents Desislava because the typical personality of one is very similar to Desislava herself. They are both curious, and wisley in tune with their intuition. While Sirens often represent a form of temptation, Desislava knows what it is that she wants and how to achieve finding it through the use of others. Desislava knows how to bring out a magnetism that attracts others too her if not for pure intention to. She is a Seer and she offers the temptation of fate and future in her hands for others which many cannot seem to avoid peering into trying to see what it is that the world holds out for them. Seers and Oracles have a heavy heritage in Greek Mythology along with Sirens.
STATUS: Pending - Koko, 27 April 2025
- Please specify which memory it was that caused the corporeal Patronus to form.
- Additionally, please specify why a West Indian Manatee suits Desislava.
STATUS: Approved - Koko, 18 May 2025
Corporeal Patronus RP
School Year: 6th
Link to your encyclopedia thread: here
Patronus you are applying for: White American Quarter Horse (Equus caballus)
Describe why this fits your character: (references this thread, for context)
ReducioThink happy thoughts.
That should be simple enough, but Rose stood there, and couldn't do it. The Room of Requirement had been one she had discovered quite a few years ago, and it often brought her into contact with others- her friend when he was struggling, one of her enemies, maybe trying to get them to reconcile. (They didn't.) But it was the perfect place to find some space, and get this spell right. She had tried in class when they were taught it, at the beginning of the year, and she struggled. It wasn't that she didn't have happy memories- her life and childhood was full of happy memories, just as many as the next student. But she couldn't find one strong enough.
She let out a deep breath, and thought of winning a duel for the very first time. She was so happy. The exhilarating, wonderful feeling of winning couldn't be matched. "Expecto Patronum!" she said, moving her hand in a spiral motion.
Nothing.
Okay... Chaska. The first pet she ever had of her own, the fluffy cat and her were fast friends. She remembered the day she first got her, when she met her and knew she was the one. Her beautiful little birthday kitten. "Expecto Patronum!"
Nothing. She growled under her breath.
She kept casting and casting, with memory after memory. Remembering her dad. Spending time with her cousin, Rain. The fall ball her second year with her boyfriend at the time. Butterbeer. Her cousins in America. Getting accepted into Hogwarts.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Rose slumped down onto the ground. No matter how hard she focused on the memory or how much she tried or how precise her movements or words were, nothing worked. She may have gotten small bursts of light out of a couple memories, but nothing corporeal. Nothing real. And certainly nothing that would push back a dementor. Rose sighed, laying her head on her knees.
"What did you think about?" Rose had asked her sister, over a year ago. The summer before her seventh year. The summer before she died. The silvery-white horse had been dancing around their yard, filling them both with a sense of warmth.
Faith had smiled. "I never really liked Tolkien books," she had said.
It felt like a knife in her chest to remember. Rose stood up, wiping the wetness from her cheeks.
She closed her eyes, and thought of her sister. Faith's laugh was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. She remembered drinking butterbeer together in the Three Broomsticks, laughing about all the boys that thought they were good enough to date her, and all the drama with her friends. She remembered being able to go to school with her and thinking she was so cool to have two older siblings to look out for her and teach her the ropes of Hogwarts. She remembered reading Tolkien together with all her siblings, growing up, and all the fun they had together. She remembered when they got together to read the books and forgot, just laughing and talking and, sometimes, arguing.
Rose leveled her wand in front of her, eyes still closed. "Expecto Patronum," she said, her mind fully focused on those moments together. Their laughter made a beautiful medley in her mind. Her wand made a spiral motion, and when she opened her eyes, a silvery-white horse had come out of her wand.
It galloped around the room, and Rose felt her spirits rise. No, Faith wasn't gone. She was still here, in her heart, and in her memories. And as the horse made its laps around the Room of Requirement, filling the space with warmth and happiness, Rose watched it and laughed, and remembered her sister.
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(American Quarter horses, originating from America, which is where Rose's mother was from, are horses that are friendly and calm with steady and versatile temperaments. Rose is also often friendly and calm, well-rounded in academics, and always willing to work hard in any situation she's presented with. This was also her sister's patronus before she died at the end of 2023, so Rose holds this animal very close to her heart, right next to her precious memories of her sister.)
STATUS: Approved - Cassius, 29 April 2025
Corporeal Patronus RP
School Year: 7th
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Click me!
Patronus you are applying for: European Mole
Describe why this fits your character:
WC: 845
Reducio
Slivers of white light. That’s all Galton had been able to produce. It may have been enough to pass, but it wasn’t good enough for Galton. Casting had always been a string-suit of his, and he would not allow this spell to be the end of that. He would just have to practice.
There was nothing he knew better than how to practice a spell. He’d spent all but a year of his Hogwarts career practicing spitting spells without a moments notice for his duels. He was no stranger to what it took to snap-cast spells. No stranger to the necessity of the required clear-headedness needed to avoid failure. But that familiarity had only helped him produce this. Slivers of light.
He had become too used to the clear-headedness. This was a spell that required a different headspace. Pure, unrestricted happiness. It hadn’t made sense to him at first why it would allude him so much. He viewed himself as a happy person. He was constantly smiling, why would it be so hard to translate into the spell? The more he practiced, the more he studied, the more it became obvious that it had to be deeper, profound happiness.
It only made sense to then started with candy. It was a constant thought of joy in his life, surely sugar would be a good enough fuel. His first run to Hogsmead to refill his hoard of candy. Finding that fake permission slip that let him stealthily arrive undetected, moving under everyone’s noses. Thoughts welled up inside him and burst forth from the wand. White light shone, spun and fizzled into six small connected streaks of light before it sputtered out. He had to dig deeper.
If sugar was not sweet enough then what about what it fueled? Choice highlights of his duels filled his mind. The feeling of trapping opponents in his foggy domain where only he would really be free. The comforting feeling of being totally surrounded in fog or smoke and being able to strike out with perfect perception. The victories won not with firepower, but with carefully planned stalling and paralysis. Light seemed to well up into fluid blobs dripping magic before popping. Deeper still.
It would be niave for him to believe the root of his happiness was self-made. Others were just as, if not more, responsible for the joy in his life than his own actions. He focused on thoughts of Toad, the first time he shaved her and the absolute mess he’d made of himself. Of meeting Hugh and becoming Dirt Danger. The light from his wand would spark and die suddenly . Self doubt began to build. Images of friend’s wands pointed on him as he lost himself in a gluttonous lust flashed themselves as he dug for memories of others. Perhaps he’d dug too deep, unearthed the memories of THOSE times.
In desperation he turned to his greatest ally. His wand. He turned to the fantastical world he’d created where Mr. Wand was just as much of a decider in his magic as his skill was. The lore he’d constructed through years of imaginary conversations and negotiations with the sentient stick. There would be no one else who could join him here. His own safe haven. The light would become more consistent again, pouring out in a complex maze of patterns across the room’s air before fizzling once again.
Every attempt that held promise all produced a different hint of what hid deep within. He tried to remember moments that combined components of each. The grand feast of his sorting ceremony shared with his fellow lions. Dueling parties spent cramming sweets and conversing with friends. Shared looks of satisfaction from successful casts with dueling partners. With each memory he tried to latched on to the unstoppable smile each filled him with. And then there it was. The first sherbet lemon being popped into his mouth after a long, grueling duel, victory won by him, Alan and Meenauh, and the smile he shared with his partner. And so he cast once more.
Light shot forth from Mr. Wand in an unbroken path before stopping. Six fingered paws broke from the end, followed by a blunt nose and blob like figure. Its mouth slipped over to expose tiny teeth and an abundance of saliva. Galton stared at the mole for a moment before a large grin spread across his face. All the frustration and difficulty he’d built up around the spell began to crumble. Of course it would be a mole. Gluttonous, stockpiling little machines that gave even Galton's candy stores a run for their money. Not to mention their shared affinity in victim paralysis. Or the whole non-reliance on light for sight. As he thought of all the wonderful things they shared he fished for a pack of jelly slugs he was sure he'd kept in the third left-hand side pocket. Ripping the pack open and throwing a worm into his mouth he couldn't help but laugh. It seemed he’d made mountains out of a molehill.
Pending - Koko, 18 May 2025
- Please explain why Galton's patronus is a mole.
Approved - Koko, 22 May 2025