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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Chaser's Interception
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Chaser's Interception
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Reducio
Ah, yes, Alliasta had finally made the Gryffindor team she'd longed for. The team she'd been eyeing since her freshman year. And finally, by the end of her sophomore year, she'd made it onto the team, and she'd secured the position she'd longed for. It was a dream come true. But even she couldn't resist Slytherin's impressive team, and of course, she wasn't going to give up.
When Alliasta suffered her first defeat, nothing was over, of course. On the contrary, it was just beginning. Everyone could be defeated, and winning and losing were all part of the game! She wanted to do everything in her power to make her team proud! Her mother loved watching broom races, but Alliasta, like her father, was a Quidditch fan. She had been to the London Quidditch Stadium countless times to watch the matches. She always wanted to be a chaser, so she could fly from goal to goal with the quaffle she was supposed to protect, feeling the wind in her hair. It would have been nice to be a seeker, but Alliasta didn't have the focus needed to find a snitch.
Alliasta wasn't too upset about the loss, but losing her first match was a bit disappointing. Still, she kept her smile. And she always knew she could improve through training. She wanted to be a benefit to her team and her home, and she also wanted to experience and experience the thrill of winning a match. Oh, if only she could win and make her name known to everyone. Another goal was for everyone at school to know and love her, and to brighten up her smiles wherever she went. Alliasta always found something to motivate herself, so she wanted to train to be a good chaser in Quidditch. That's why she began visiting the training grounds frequently.
After every training session, she could definitely feel something changing. It would be great to train with the teams. Alliasta had truly dedicated herself to becoming a good chaser on the broomstick. I mean, how else could she become Gryffindor's most recognizable curly-headed girl? As she trained, she could feel herself becoming more adept at directing the Quaffle and accurately hitting it into the net. Sometimes, she noticed she was starting to grab the Quaffle more easily than her rivals. Her efforts were truly paying off. She finally felt like she was actually a better chaser than when she first started, perhaps as a result of her work.
Alliasta had asked a friend to train with her regularly, and this proved very helpful. Alliasta began training diligently to learn how to grab the Quaffle. Then, a concept occurred to her: if she can intercepted the other team's Quaffle, she would have a better chance, so she focused her focus solely on the Quaffle. If she intercepted and retrieved it, it would be easier to pass and score.
She improved her reflexes. She had to be faster than her partner, who she was training to grab the Quaffle; if she can intercepted the quaffle from him, she could retrieve it and pass it. By applying this skill to her skills, she truly aimed to achieve this.
Thanks to advice from another adult student, Alliasta had heard that intercepting the Quaffle could make it easier to retrieve by flying slightly below the opponent. So she started practicing this. She believed that players typically tuck the Quaffle under their armpits and attack from below would be more effective. She began practicing this tactic several times and eventually mastered it.
Finally, she began to truly reap the rewards of her training; she was able to successfully intercepted the Quaffle from her friend. And she had worked hard to develop this new skill.
When Alliasta suffered her first defeat, nothing was over, of course. On the contrary, it was just beginning. Everyone could be defeated, and winning and losing were all part of the game! She wanted to do everything in her power to make her team proud! Her mother loved watching broom races, but Alliasta, like her father, was a Quidditch fan. She had been to the London Quidditch Stadium countless times to watch the matches. She always wanted to be a chaser, so she could fly from goal to goal with the quaffle she was supposed to protect, feeling the wind in her hair. It would have been nice to be a seeker, but Alliasta didn't have the focus needed to find a snitch.
Alliasta wasn't too upset about the loss, but losing her first match was a bit disappointing. Still, she kept her smile. And she always knew she could improve through training. She wanted to be a benefit to her team and her home, and she also wanted to experience and experience the thrill of winning a match. Oh, if only she could win and make her name known to everyone. Another goal was for everyone at school to know and love her, and to brighten up her smiles wherever she went. Alliasta always found something to motivate herself, so she wanted to train to be a good chaser in Quidditch. That's why she began visiting the training grounds frequently.
After every training session, she could definitely feel something changing. It would be great to train with the teams. Alliasta had truly dedicated herself to becoming a good chaser on the broomstick. I mean, how else could she become Gryffindor's most recognizable curly-headed girl? As she trained, she could feel herself becoming more adept at directing the Quaffle and accurately hitting it into the net. Sometimes, she noticed she was starting to grab the Quaffle more easily than her rivals. Her efforts were truly paying off. She finally felt like she was actually a better chaser than when she first started, perhaps as a result of her work.
Alliasta had asked a friend to train with her regularly, and this proved very helpful. Alliasta began training diligently to learn how to grab the Quaffle. Then, a concept occurred to her: if she can intercepted the other team's Quaffle, she would have a better chance, so she focused her focus solely on the Quaffle. If she intercepted and retrieved it, it would be easier to pass and score.
She improved her reflexes. She had to be faster than her partner, who she was training to grab the Quaffle; if she can intercepted the quaffle from him, she could retrieve it and pass it. By applying this skill to her skills, she truly aimed to achieve this.
Thanks to advice from another adult student, Alliasta had heard that intercepting the Quaffle could make it easier to retrieve by flying slightly below the opponent. So she started practicing this. She believed that players typically tuck the Quaffle under their armpits and attack from below would be more effective. She began practicing this tactic several times and eventually mastered it.
Finally, she began to truly reap the rewards of her training; she was able to successfully intercepted the Quaffle from her friend. And she had worked hard to develop this new skill.
STATUS: Pending - Jessamine, 14th July 2025
- Please emphasise how Alliasta specifically learns how to intercept the Quaffle.
Approved, Octavius Baird (7/19/2025)
Last edited by Alliasta Holista on 14 Jul 2025, 23:22, edited 1 time in total.
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Sta: 7 | Eva: 8 | Str: 8 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 6 | Acc: 9 | Sta: 5 | Eva: 5 | Str: 7 | Wis: 5 | Arc: 7 | Acc: 7 |
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Martial Artist
Describe why this fits your character: WC 469/400
ReducioBeing capable had been something Katrina always found herself striving towards. In some instances, that looked like being able to be independent and take care of herself without the need for others. At other times, it looked like Katrina being the one knelt beside someone who had experienced harm and be the one on scene to give aid and provide a healing hand. Upon the rocky and dangerous circumstances Katrina found herself living through in her first years at Hogwarts, she learned the importance of not needing to rely on her wand to get her through a crisis.
Sometimes it took quick thinking and even quicker hands to protect herself and ensure she would never be a liability on anyone else.
For several months, Katrina uncovered a joy in running. A thrill in the testing of the limits her body had on her and just how much she could improve over time. She loved the way her thoughts silenced until it was just her and the ache on her body and the thumping of the soles of her shoes against soil. She strained herself to become faster and better until she felt content in her speed. Soon after, she fixated on duelling wholeheartedly and practiced any chance she got. When she dropped out of the duelling team, she knew immediately something else had to fill that void. That is when Katrina discovered self-defense in the form of martial arts.
If Katrina knew she was able to eliminate a threat by pinning them to the ground, then she could gain an upper hand. And martial arts required very little physical strength. It only required practice, and a desire to push her body to its limits, both of which were habits she had long since fostered within herself.
Katrina shifted her schedule so that she had a few hours in the morning to stretch and to practice the moves and the motions in a few books she’d found. Combining these physical motions and these defensive moves with the practicality of when and where she could cast a spell if her wand were to be present in each hypothetical crisis. Occasionally she would set up dueling dummies or convince another peer to be her practice opponent, but primarily she did her best when she was on her own.
The ability to defend herself and neutralize a threat if the situation arose ensured that Katrina would never again be the girl hiding behind an overturned table while her friends were attacked. She would never again sit on the sidelines and pray that someone else could step up and swing a fist. Now she would be the one on the front lines incapacitating a foe and using her agility to her advantage—protecting not only herself, but also those she cared so much about.
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense
Describe why this fits your character: WC 444/400
ReducioIntuition was not logical and therefore was a meaningless notion to rely on. Awareness and perception, however, Katrina knew full well. When Katrina had a gut feeling, it was not a random stray thought, but it was something her subconscious had picked up on and was therefore undoubtedly a threat she knew she should take into account with full seriousness.
Katrina had gotten herself tangled in many dangerous situations with very blatant hazards. Ones she knew were there by the sounds of shattered glass or the thump of a werewolf on her heels. But some hazards came in the form of that evening in the hallway where something felt just slightly off and so she turned and went the other way. Some hazards were not ones she could pinpoint so easily, but if her mind said to run, she knew better than take the moment to doubt it.
There was a concrete feeling Katrina knew inside her chest that was the difference between her lingering and ever-present paranoia and the sixth sense she got when something must be awry. The present feeling that something could go wrong ensured that when there was a factual reason for Katrina to feel off, there had to be something there and she was prepared to deal with it.
No one told Katrina what would and wouldn’t be on an exam. There was no voice whispering secrets in her ear. There was no lucky guesses and good fortune. It was the fact that Katrina would learn the tells her professors had when something was especially important. Katrina would pick up on it and know to underline something in her notes and ensure she gave that piece of information a once-over before an exam.
It wasn’t just happenstance when Katrina could tell that someone was not a person to be trusted. She wasn’t good at reading people by luck. She just knew what clues someone would drop when they lied and noticed the small habits that people gave by where they looked or how they postured themselves. It was facts and experience that ensured that Katrina knew who to not confide in.
There were of course errors with this feeling she learned to rely on as it did feel oh so similar to that feeling that something could go wrong. It lead her astray plenty of times and likely caused her to miss potentially good opportunities in addition to the bad ones. But Katrina was willing to take that chance. When she got the sense something was off, Katrina trusted that feeling over anything else. Her subconscious knew more than she did and that was something to be relied upon.
STATUS: Approved x2 - Jessamine, 14th July 2025
>Stats: Sta 9, Evas 8, Str 3, Wis 11, ArcP 9, Acc 6<
>Healing Sage | Perfectionist | Charmer || Leader of SHC| Owner of The Kat Shop<
>Healing Sage | Perfectionist | Charmer || Leader of SHC| Owner of The Kat Shop<
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Healing Sage
Describe why this fits your character : WC : 454/400
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Healing Sage
Describe why this fits your character : WC : 454/400
Reducio
Dove is only 12, but she already has an idea, which cannot be changed, how what she will be when she grows up, what she will do with her life once she finishes her years at Hogwarts. When she was seven years old, her little brother was three. A small creature, right ? Then, when he had decided to go climb a tree at their grandparent's house, Dove had a strange feeling, a terrible hunch that something bad was about to happen. She was wandering in the garden when she saw him, almost seven inches height. Grandma was off visiting some friends, and their grandpa was sleeping in the living room. She needed at least three minutes to go there, wake him up, tell him what was happening and going back to Alfie. Three minutes were enough for his little brother to fall. What could she do ? She was only a child, so she told him to get down. He didn't listen, and tried to get higher. It happened in autumn, the tree was a bit wet, Alfie swipped, lost his balance, and fall from the tree. It all happened so fast, Dove barely had the time to react, she went under him and catched him as much as she could. Her brother hadn't even started to cry that she felt some horrible weight on her heart. She wasn't hurt, but it was as if she was the one who just fell off the tree. But when her brother cried of dolor, she tried to stay calm and directly asked him where he was hurt. The legs ? She knew it. How did she ? She still doesn't know. She laid him on the floor, and instinclty gave him some massage on the broken leg. A few minutes later, she could hear her grandfather behing her, waken up by Alfie's tears, which disappeared in the meantime. Indeed, Granpa arrived too late, but Alfie felt better, he even stopped crying. Of course, his leg was still broken, Dove only decreased the dolor. After this, Aflie went to an hospital, where nurses could help him better. She wanted to be one of theses nurses, to help better her brother, other poeple after, and she had the feeling she was meant to heal them. She could feel their pain, which was obviously hurtful, and wanted to do more than realease some pain. Moreover, her favorite subjects at school are herbology and potions, due to her paternal grandparent's one one hand, and her maternal ones on the other. She wants to cure people, learn how to do it, with her hands, her wand, her mixtures. She can spend hours in the library, opening books about biology, and both her beloved subjects.
STATUS: Pending - Jessamine, 14th July 2025
- Dove wouldn't realistically be able to heal Alfie just by being there. Please edit this.
STATUS: Approved, Sage, July 14th
Last edited by Dove Cullen on 14 Jul 2025, 17:13, edited 1 time in total.
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Werewolf
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Werewolf
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Reducio
WC: 606/400
Adora and her father went camping twice every summer. And on these trips, Adora always stayed behind while her father went hunting. He always came back, his "hunting basket" full of fish. She would set up their tent, then their stuff, make a fire, and finally, lay in the grass and look at the stars, wondering what their stories were. Her favorite constellation was Cassopeia, because she was the opposite of how her parents had raised her.
"Always be humble" they would say. She tried, and sort of succeeded, but it was definitely easier said than done. When her dad came back, he always claimed he saw a werewolf, but Adora knew better. Half the time, it wasn't even a full moon. Plus, the area was too urban, and she was pretty sure they were the only magical family within a good 50 miles of the woods. And their neighborhood, for that matter.
This summer in particualar though, her dad took a little longer to come back. This didnt worry Adora, since it had happened before, but it was a full moon this time, and him always claiming...
Stop.
Of course he wouldn't actually see a werewolf. Unless he did. But, he would know what to do. He'd apparate right back to her, get her in the tent, and keep her safe.
Then she heard it.
The growl.
She thought it was just a coyote a few meters away from the tent, so it didnt worry her. she just had to make herself look really big ad make some noise and she'd be fine.
Adora and her father went camping twice every summer. And on these trips, Adora always stayed behind while her father went hunting. He always came back, his "hunting basket" full of fish. She would set up their tent, then their stuff, make a fire, and finally, lay in the grass and look at the stars, wondering what their stories were. Her favorite constellation was Cassopeia, because she was the opposite of how her parents had raised her.
"Always be humble" they would say. She tried, and sort of succeeded, but it was definitely easier said than done. When her dad came back, he always claimed he saw a werewolf, but Adora knew better. Half the time, it wasn't even a full moon. Plus, the area was too urban, and she was pretty sure they were the only magical family within a good 50 miles of the woods. And their neighborhood, for that matter.
This summer in particualar though, her dad took a little longer to come back. This didnt worry Adora, since it had happened before, but it was a full moon this time, and him always claiming...
Stop.
Of course he wouldn't actually see a werewolf. Unless he did. But, he would know what to do. He'd apparate right back to her, get her in the tent, and keep her safe.
Then she heard it.
The growl.
She thought it was just a coyote a few meters away from the tent, so it didnt worry her. she just had to make herself look really big ad make some noise and she'd be fine.
She didn't hear it again, so when her dad got back, she didn't bother telling him.
Execpt, she did.
"Dad, a coyote or wolf came by the tent" She said. "I didn't see him, but he growled."
"I see!" her father chuckled. "Maybe it was a werewolf!"
"Dad, no." She said, slapping his arm. "I know it's a full moon, but I doubt there are any werewolves that live even remotely near here."
But, now that she'd said she doubted it, she believed it.
"Anyways, I haven't caught anything yet, I just came to check on ya."Her dad said. He got up and grabbed his basket, and pecked her on the forehead. Adora sat in the tent, just in case. She thought about the stars. This year, She'd be a first year at Hogwarts. She thought about what classes she was most excited for.
She didn't hear another growl, but she heard footsteps, chitters, and hoots. Each sound made her jump a little. She decided to brave the outdoors, and sit outside for a little while. The grass poked her, but if she laid down it wouldn't be so bad.
A few minutes had passed, maybe 5, when Adora heard the growl again. But this time, it was closer. She could see a pair of eyes watching her from a few meters away.
"G-go away!" she shouted, but it only came closer.
Then, it attacked.
Adora didn't have time t get up and run, the beast grabbed her lag, sinking it's teeth in. She screamed in pain, and kicked her other leg, hitting it square in the eye. She kicked again, giving it a hard blow to the nose. The thing finally let go, and Adora saw what it was.
A werewolf.
She was bleeding, scared, in pain, but stayed strong.
That was, until she heard her dad's voice.
She broke down in tears as he wrapped her leg with a scarf asking what had happened.
"I-it- you were right. I h-heard..."
She couldn't continue. She couldn't say it.
She'd been cursed.
Execpt, she did.
"Dad, a coyote or wolf came by the tent" She said. "I didn't see him, but he growled."
"I see!" her father chuckled. "Maybe it was a werewolf!"
"Dad, no." She said, slapping his arm. "I know it's a full moon, but I doubt there are any werewolves that live even remotely near here."
But, now that she'd said she doubted it, she believed it.
"Anyways, I haven't caught anything yet, I just came to check on ya."Her dad said. He got up and grabbed his basket, and pecked her on the forehead. Adora sat in the tent, just in case. She thought about the stars. This year, She'd be a first year at Hogwarts. She thought about what classes she was most excited for.
She didn't hear another growl, but she heard footsteps, chitters, and hoots. Each sound made her jump a little. She decided to brave the outdoors, and sit outside for a little while. The grass poked her, but if she laid down it wouldn't be so bad.
A few minutes had passed, maybe 5, when Adora heard the growl again. But this time, it was closer. She could see a pair of eyes watching her from a few meters away.
"G-go away!" she shouted, but it only came closer.
Then, it attacked.
Adora didn't have time t get up and run, the beast grabbed her lag, sinking it's teeth in. She screamed in pain, and kicked her other leg, hitting it square in the eye. She kicked again, giving it a hard blow to the nose. The thing finally let go, and Adora saw what it was.
A werewolf.
She was bleeding, scared, in pain, but stayed strong.
That was, until she heard her dad's voice.
She broke down in tears as he wrapped her leg with a scarf asking what had happened.
"I-it- you were right. I h-heard..."
She couldn't continue. She couldn't say it.
She'd been cursed.
STATUS: Denied - Jessamine, 14th July 2025
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Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Muggle Condition (Y2)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 410 words
ReducioAva had grown up in a muggle home, never knowing of the magical world until it one day befell on her. Her childhood was a normal one, filled with memories of sweet ice cream cones on hot summer days and running around the streets of London accompanied by her father.
Although she later discovered her true heritage, she grew up believing she was as ordinary as the next girl. Her father thrust her into the young sports available in the bustling city, and encouraged her to join the clubs and teams associated with her elementary school. Like most parents, he wanted his daughter to be involved in the world.
One by one, she realized none of the sports offered were quite her style, despite her adeptness in them. Football, dance, even swim. None seemed to stick, and eventually her father’s decision was to force her to choose one. Although Ava appreciated none of the options, she joined a local football team and played offensively for three short years before her world was upended.
Learning that she was magical came as a shock, as much to her as her muggle father. He had never known the truth of his wife’s origin, nor had she ever introduced him to the magical side of the world that had been hidden to him. Although she initially kept her magic a secret, by the time her invitation to attend Hogwarts arrived, it was no longer a secret.
Her adjustment to the magical world had been as hard as any muggleborn’s. Everything she found in the wizarding world was novel, and there was much to learn. Things like the floo network to chocolate frogs fascinated her, captivating her attention and affirming her wildest fantasies.
Ava never forgot her muggle heritage, although she eventually moved away from it. The magical world offered an introduction to new sports, this time interesting to her. Broom racing especially excited her, the adrenaline and pressure that accompanied the game. She found that, similarly to her childhood football games, accuracy was important. Her experience in offensive football and goalscoring enabled her to transfer the skill into the magical world, something that was reflected outside of her magical ability.
Over time, she found other ways to translate her muggle upbringing into the magical world. Her pranks and mischief all had a touch of muggle origin, and even her methods of training on her broom reflected the drills she had run during football practices.
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Foulplay (Y4)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 417 words
ReducioOver her first few years in Hogwarts, Ava saw her fair share of mischief. Oftentimes she was the conductor who orchestrated the destruction accompanied with chaos. This was a quality that never changed about her, no matter how many times she was caught.
Ava endured many a detention, suffering the consequences of poor planning or even unfortunate luck. More times than not, the detention was nothing short of torturous. She recalled essays written, a particularly horrid buddy shirt shared with the infamously short and smelly Clark Baird, and even cleaning.
Sometimes, Ava did want to be caught. Her initials were signed on the prank, she would stay nearby, whatever it took to ensure that she could claim the chaos as her own handiwork. However, she wasn’t caught because of poor planning. Now, she was caught by her own choice. She had learned how to hide in the shadows and execute mischief without being caught, but she also knew it to be less desirable and considerably more boring.
Ava knew that the same wasn’t true in sports. She dreaded being caught for her fouls, which is when she decided to learn to avoid being caught. Executing moves quickly, acting with accuracy. She honed these cheating skills, determined to not be made to suffer the consequences of her actions. As she had seen growing up watching football matches, she knew it didn’t matter what the crowd saw. As long as she could trick the referee into missing her fouls, she could get off scott free.
It wasn’t just within school that she was mischievous, in her time as a muggle football player, she had seen and performed many a foul. The games she participated in, despite being full of young kids, grew competitive under the pressure from football enthusiast parents. Ava adjusted to this environment, learning just exactly when to foul and avoid the wrath of referees.
One of Ava’s favorite fouls was pushing and tripping other players, knocking them out of the game for precious seconds while she gained control of the ball. These fouls required precision, watching the referee carefully, waiting for the opportune moment or even providing a distraction to allow her to get away with the roughness.
Practice, timing and precision were all factors that impacted the success of these illegal actions, and each was something Ava had learned to work with. Her time, both muggle and magical, all contributed to her evasion of punishment, most of all avoiding the dreaded penalty laps of Quidditch.
Approved both, Octavius Baird (7/14/2025)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Steady Flyer
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 866 wordsReducioOnce the broom racing season ended, the first thing you saw Brookline Quinn do was hit the books. You would see her, in the library, on her bed, on the way to classes, in the Ravenclaw Common Room, her nose tucked inside a thick novel about all the dirty and clever tricks in broom racing. It also had a lot of things to do with obstacles and how to pass them.
During the last race, her third race and certainly, not her last, Brookline found herself stuck in a maze. Luckily Ravenclaw still won, many thanks to former co-captain, @Zach Zaphiere. After that, the Welsh girl was determined to get things right in broom racing.
She practiced whenever she could. When she was studying, she made sure she could fit in time for reading books about racing tricks and how she could practice to stay on her broom. May came and went, full of books, non-stop studying and the few practices she could fit in.
In June, she had more than enough time to practice. She would grab her Sliver Arrow, every-so-often, and find her way out to the track. Practicing weaving through hedges and trees and vines. If Peter were a Hogwarts student, then she’d bring him out, and have him throw sticks and spells at her, just so she could to evade faster. But of course he weren’t here, so Brookline would work with what she’s got.
At times, she’d use her wand to utter a spell, loose balance, and fall into hedges, with the possibility of having more than a multiple scratches caused by thorns. Other times she tasted victory, when the spell was a success and she did not fall in the bushes.
In July, in Ferndale, Wales, Brookline stayed inside for the first half of the month. The first time she pulled out the Sliver Arrow, she would stroke the broom’s fine wood, thinking, I really should go out and at least practice a little bit. And this time I’ll have someone to help me and hurl projectiles at me. She didn’t go out that time, but the next time she pulled the broom out, she had a sister enter the room she was in.
“WOAH. Is that a Sliver Arrow?!” Minnie squealed and dived onto the floor.
“Yeah,” Brookline uttered quietly as she silently admired it.
“It’s so different from your Nimbus. How fast does it actually go? Oh my gosh, a Sliver Arrow in my house...! Can I ride it??!”
“No.”
“Awww. I guess it was worth a try.”
Brookline laughed softly. It felt good to laugh after a long period of time where even the smallest of smiles and chuckles hurt. She started stringing the words in her head, and then slowly stretched out her words, “So..., would you like to help me practice? ”
“Uh, YES!” Minnie only made Brookline crack up.
The next thing Brookline knew, is that she had recruited two more siblings, and that she was outside in her backyard.
“Okay.” As always, Marie took charge. “Brooke, start flying and Chase and I will throw rocks, while Minnie’ll try to jump around and you will have to weave around her.”
“Right. Just not all the time? I don’t Lizy’ll be pleased if I ran my sister over with a broom.”
“Eh, Hogwarts has worst challenges.”
Marie wasn’t particularly wrong. Brookline shrugged, and hopped on her broom. She started flying at level with her siblings, and Minnie hopped around the backyard, with the Ravenclaw girl zipping each side of her.
Minnie ran towards her, and just before she turned around her little sister, a hard rock pelted against her arm, and she yelped, her broom going out of control. She reared right, just so she didn’t crash into Minnie. With a huge thud, she collided into the field.
Brookline groaned, and checked for broken bones. None. She breathed a sigh of relief. Holding her breath, she checked her broom, and exhaled when her broom was okay. Just a bit battered, and a bit littered with corn husks and silks. Luckily she was under a few feet, where it didn’t cause such damage.
“That was so lucky! You okay, Line?” Chase gasped, and Brookline’s siblings ran over to her.
“Let’s try again. And let’s not be a living target?” She turned and glared at Minnie. Both Chase and Marie broke into laughter. This was the Brookline they all knew and loved.
Brookline tried again, this time weaving through the couple trees in their backyard, and she actually dodged her siblings’ tossed projectiles. The odd stick and pebble would graze her arm, wrist or ankle, but the more she practiced, the better she got. Soon she was able to weave through bushes and trees, all the while with stones and twigs thrown at her. But she evaded them, that was the point.
“So, steadier and better than before?” Marie asked when they walking back to the house for a glass of water.
Brookline had her broom slung against her shoulder, and thought for a second. The broom was so heavy so she couldn’t wait to get broom inside the closet. “Yeah. Much better, thanks to you guys.”Approved, Octavius Baird (7/17/2025)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: keen eyes
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: keen eyes
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(692/400)Maisie was born with it, at three she could find her grandmother's keys after the whole family looked everywhere, even the plumbings in the toilet, which her oldest brother braved to do. (Although there was no key, he was traumatized for many years.) However, no one thought that the little three-year-old would be the one who found the iron keys. After a year or two, some of the older kids from her grandparents' all wizard village in Wales invited her brothers to join them in a game of 'quidditch', even though it was just some nicked brooms they found, and balls of all sizes they got an old man to enchant for them. Maisie, curious and bored of doing 'ladies work' with her grandmother, which consisted of knitting and doing embroidery, having tea with her grandmother's friends, went with them. Obviously, because the balls were enchanted by an old man, who everyone believed drank liquor at 8 am, weren't properly enchanted, therefore, the balls went rouge, and after the children had time to get in the air and the 'referee', a wiry fairhead with such a lisp, hardly anyone understood what he said, blew his whistle, and threw the quaffle into the air, the ball, which they used a huge beachball to substitute, flew higher and higher, before it reached the 'captain' of the first team, and hit him smack in the face. The two bludgers (aka two huge apples) hit four of the other members of the two teams, and the snitch? Well...the tangerine they bewitched flew off.
After adults came to the scene, and the injuries were assesed, scoldings given, tears dried up, they tried to find all the 'balls', but they were still missing the one and only snitch. Yet they couldn't find it anywhere, so they left the area, and went back home.
It was only after Maisie's grandparents took the boys back, did they find Maisie missing, so, they had to go back there once again. Since everyone was too wrapped up by the balls terrorizing the village children, they failed to notice the little girl sitting patiently up on a tree, keeping sure her dress was neat, her posture straight like mam-gu (grandmother) ordered her to. It was funny, how even though witnessing the whole terrorising, the child only cared whether her dress was dirty or not, not the fact her mam-gu took her brothers back and didn't come looking for her.
The little girl, observing the ground with mild interest, suddenly caught sight of something yellow-orange some distance below her. She blinked, and slowly made her way done the tree, thinking it was one of the stray cats. When on the ground, she saw the 'something' whizzing in the air. Now truly surprised, she chased it about, until finally reaching out her hand to grab the tangerine.
As the village children chose to play on the only empty land there was, without a long hike, was near the edge of the whole island, meaning there were rocks and waves lapping gently below them, it wasn't uncommon sometimes, for the occasional drunk, brave teenager, or a small defenseless girl to fall down to their death. Which is what mam-gu thought as she hurried up the rocks to the land. But, reader, we know better. The little girl didn't fall off, she wasn't even near it, she just sat on a boulder and waited patiently for her mam-gu to find her.
When she was finally found, thank god, all in one piece, her grandmother found the small tangerine in her hands and was amazed after the little girl recounted her story. As they were going down the rocky steps to their house, Maisie slipped, and the 'snitch' flew from her hands, flying in the air again. The little girl was after it without thinking twice, and, after a good few minutes as her brothers noses appeared at the window, frosting it up, and her mam-gu watched in horror and amazement as she seemingly ran after nothing. Even though it seemed like nothing in others' eyes, Maisie could see it quite clearly, and, she did indeed catch it.
After adults came to the scene, and the injuries were assesed, scoldings given, tears dried up, they tried to find all the 'balls', but they were still missing the one and only snitch. Yet they couldn't find it anywhere, so they left the area, and went back home.
It was only after Maisie's grandparents took the boys back, did they find Maisie missing, so, they had to go back there once again. Since everyone was too wrapped up by the balls terrorizing the village children, they failed to notice the little girl sitting patiently up on a tree, keeping sure her dress was neat, her posture straight like mam-gu (grandmother) ordered her to. It was funny, how even though witnessing the whole terrorising, the child only cared whether her dress was dirty or not, not the fact her mam-gu took her brothers back and didn't come looking for her.
The little girl, observing the ground with mild interest, suddenly caught sight of something yellow-orange some distance below her. She blinked, and slowly made her way done the tree, thinking it was one of the stray cats. When on the ground, she saw the 'something' whizzing in the air. Now truly surprised, she chased it about, until finally reaching out her hand to grab the tangerine.
As the village children chose to play on the only empty land there was, without a long hike, was near the edge of the whole island, meaning there were rocks and waves lapping gently below them, it wasn't uncommon sometimes, for the occasional drunk, brave teenager, or a small defenseless girl to fall down to their death. Which is what mam-gu thought as she hurried up the rocks to the land. But, reader, we know better. The little girl didn't fall off, she wasn't even near it, she just sat on a boulder and waited patiently for her mam-gu to find her.
When she was finally found, thank god, all in one piece, her grandmother found the small tangerine in her hands and was amazed after the little girl recounted her story. As they were going down the rocky steps to their house, Maisie slipped, and the 'snitch' flew from her hands, flying in the air again. The little girl was after it without thinking twice, and, after a good few minutes as her brothers noses appeared at the window, frosting it up, and her mam-gu watched in horror and amazement as she seemingly ran after nothing. Even though it seemed like nothing in others' eyes, Maisie could see it quite clearly, and, she did indeed catch it.
Approved, Octavius Baird (7/17/2025)
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Nova had learned quite early that she would have to be fast if she wanted anything. A toy that both siblings wanted? She would snatch it up at the last second. The last bit of a snack she didn’t want to share? Already taken by her nimble fingers as she distracted her siblings with a smile.
Her sight was sharp, and her reflexes sharper. She was a tad bit short for her age when she had turned 8 years old, which made most adults coo at her, not realizing she had been using it to her advantage almost daily in the privacy of her household. One instance of this was during a barbeque in her backyard.
Her father was at the grill, yelling jokes to her and her siblings as they ran around. At the time, her mother had bought a broomstick to share between the three of them. Obviously the youngest, Izzie, was too young at the time and didn’t have the coordination to use the broom at the time, so it was only between her and her brother Oliver. They used to play a game, having one of them ride the broomstick and have the other try to catch them. It was mostly harmless despite the occasional scraped elbows and knees they all sported.
On that specific day, it had been her Oliver’s turn to get on the broomstick and he did, taunting Nova. At that point in her life, she had learned to ignore whatever her brother threw at her as usually they got along quite well among the few tussles they had. But that time, Nova felt a need to prove him wrong and wipe the smug look of off his face.
A wave of confidence washed over Nova as Oliver immediately sped off in their backyard, going at a rather average speed but for Nova’s short legs, it seemed like he was going 100 mph. She ran after him as her dad cheered her on from a safe distance away. She was slowly gaining on him, the end of the broom getting closer and closer until Oliver suddenly swerved, about to get away. She felt her fingers graze the soft cotton of his shirt but surprisingly, her hand gripped the back of his shirt, tugging him down and off of the broomstick.
She hadn’t done it intentionally. It was automatic. The way her feet shifted and her body turned instinctively, like she had known he would swerve. She could already hear Oliver protesting that it was just luck, that it was only a one-time thing. Sore loser.
After a short scolding from her mother for making Oliver cry, she quickly escaped back into the backyard, catching her dad’s eye. He noticed and gave a subtle wink to her before quickly turning back to the food. Nova grinned to herself as she darted back into the yard, light on her feet and quicker than a thought. Maybe it had been luck, maybe not—but whatever it was, she liked it.
Her sight was sharp, and her reflexes sharper. She was a tad bit short for her age when she had turned 8 years old, which made most adults coo at her, not realizing she had been using it to her advantage almost daily in the privacy of her household. One instance of this was during a barbeque in her backyard.
Her father was at the grill, yelling jokes to her and her siblings as they ran around. At the time, her mother had bought a broomstick to share between the three of them. Obviously the youngest, Izzie, was too young at the time and didn’t have the coordination to use the broom at the time, so it was only between her and her brother Oliver. They used to play a game, having one of them ride the broomstick and have the other try to catch them. It was mostly harmless despite the occasional scraped elbows and knees they all sported.
On that specific day, it had been her Oliver’s turn to get on the broomstick and he did, taunting Nova. At that point in her life, she had learned to ignore whatever her brother threw at her as usually they got along quite well among the few tussles they had. But that time, Nova felt a need to prove him wrong and wipe the smug look of off his face.
A wave of confidence washed over Nova as Oliver immediately sped off in their backyard, going at a rather average speed but for Nova’s short legs, it seemed like he was going 100 mph. She ran after him as her dad cheered her on from a safe distance away. She was slowly gaining on him, the end of the broom getting closer and closer until Oliver suddenly swerved, about to get away. She felt her fingers graze the soft cotton of his shirt but surprisingly, her hand gripped the back of his shirt, tugging him down and off of the broomstick.
She hadn’t done it intentionally. It was automatic. The way her feet shifted and her body turned instinctively, like she had known he would swerve. She could already hear Oliver protesting that it was just luck, that it was only a one-time thing. Sore loser.
After a short scolding from her mother for making Oliver cry, she quickly escaped back into the backyard, catching her dad’s eye. He noticed and gave a subtle wink to her before quickly turning back to the food. Nova grinned to herself as she darted back into the yard, light on her feet and quicker than a thought. Maybe it had been luck, maybe not—but whatever it was, she liked it.
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Landon's twin sister is beautiful, has always been a pretty girl. She likes to use her looks to manipulate people into doing what she wants, something that she had been doing since she was young. At first, it started out as her being adorable, but then as she got older, she learned how to use it to her advantage. Landon grew up with his sister giving puppy dog eyes and giving him that perfect smile that would usually charm people into doing what she wanted. He used to give in to her, but eventually, he got tired of always giving her what she wanted. He learned to be able to say no to her, though she wasn't very happy about that at first.
Landon has never been the type of person to really be affected by the looks of other people, even without his sister's influence. Sure, people were interesting looking, with all of their various features, but Landon was more concerned with what he could learn from books. Most kids his age had crushes and found people appealing, but Landon tended to prefer a person's intellect or their personality over their looks. He didn't really care about those sorts of things.
This only became more obvious as he started school at Hogwarts. Surrounded by people who were lovely creatures or part Veelas, Landon never really felt like these people affected him. Landon knew that people were objectively pretty, but he just didn't feel much about that fact. He didn't really care about how a person looked. They could be the most attractive person in the school according to his peers and he just didn't see things that way.
As he got older, Landon started to realize that he was demisexual. He didn't care about looks or gender, but about who the person was. He only found people pretty in an aesthetic sort of way. He preferred to get to know someone well, becoming close friends and the like, before he would finally see that they were pretty in a pleasing way. Thankfully, this allowed Landon to be pretty much impossible to charm or manipulate into doing things purely because the other person is good looking.
Landon doesn't really see this as a problem, his lack of attraction to other people. He is perfectly content to not be affected by the looks of other people, which helps him to navigate the world without distractions. He'd much rather have his head in a book or body in the air while playing Quidditch.
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Landon's twin sister is beautiful, has always been a pretty girl. She likes to use her looks to manipulate people into doing what she wants, something that she had been doing since she was young. At first, it started out as her being adorable, but then as she got older, she learned how to use it to her advantage. Landon grew up with his sister giving puppy dog eyes and giving him that perfect smile that would usually charm people into doing what she wanted. He used to give in to her, but eventually, he got tired of always giving her what she wanted. He learned to be able to say no to her, though she wasn't very happy about that at first.
Landon has never been the type of person to really be affected by the looks of other people, even without his sister's influence. Sure, people were interesting looking, with all of their various features, but Landon was more concerned with what he could learn from books. Most kids his age had crushes and found people appealing, but Landon tended to prefer a person's intellect or their personality over their looks. He didn't really care about those sorts of things.
This only became more obvious as he started school at Hogwarts. Surrounded by people who were lovely creatures or part Veelas, Landon never really felt like these people affected him. Landon knew that people were objectively pretty, but he just didn't feel much about that fact. He didn't really care about how a person looked. They could be the most attractive person in the school according to his peers and he just didn't see things that way.
As he got older, Landon started to realize that he was demisexual. He didn't care about looks or gender, but about who the person was. He only found people pretty in an aesthetic sort of way. He preferred to get to know someone well, becoming close friends and the like, before he would finally see that they were pretty in a pleasing way. Thankfully, this allowed Landon to be pretty much impossible to charm or manipulate into doing things purely because the other person is good looking.
Landon doesn't really see this as a problem, his lack of attraction to other people. He is perfectly content to not be affected by the looks of other people, which helps him to navigate the world without distractions. He'd much rather have his head in a book or body in the air while playing Quidditch.
Approved, Octavius Baird (7/17/2025)
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ReducioQuidditch at Hogwarts has an unwritten rule: If you get caught breaking rules, it's poor sportsmanship; if you don't, it's strategy. Mamori learned this by watching four matches, which really was three matches more than necessary, considering not a single match in this school went by without someone taking an express trip to Blatchville, Tennessee. Some get caught mid-journey or during their stay thus earning their penalty laps, others make round trips with a mysteriously blind referee. The second group pretty much proves his point.
Not that Mamori has any complaints about this style of play. Partly because when in Hogwarts, do as the Hogwartians do, but mostly because he's enough of an asshole to appreciate any method that gets results with minimal effort. Why play fair when you could play smart?
Now if only his team could execute these tactics properly.
One glance at this year's championship scoreboard tells a painful story — Hufflepuff's three losses and zero wins have earned them the underdog position of dead last. Keep this up another year and future sorting ceremony would feature firsties screaming "NOT HUFFLEPUFF" at the hat. Mamori attributes this partly to the team's lack of talent (exhibit A: they let a first-year quid noob like him join), but mostly to their fundamental misunderstanding of blatching's true nature. Well, except maybe Atlas, she knows her way around a good body slam. The rest of the team crashes into opponents like drowning cattle, making such a spectacle that even the castle's caretaker could spot them from five kilometers away. Referees might turn conveniently blind at times, but they're not actually blind enough to miss that level of obvious. Yet being a newly recruited bench warmer with no influence, he lacks the authority to point out just how graceless the starting lineup's technique is, but as the saying goes "change starts with oneself" — so he decided to master the art of referee evasion himself.
And master it he did... or at least he tried to. Never in his life had he dedicated himself to anything quite like this. In the two months between their Ravenclaw defeat and year-end, plus a surprisingly productive summer month, while others wasted time with standard drills, exam prepping, and such trivial matters as eating meals at normal speeds or maintaining basic sleep schedules, Mamori dedicated himself to what started as blatching practice but somehow evolved into a comprehensive study of rule-bending. He mapped out referee blind spots, calculated broom and stand's shadow angles for optimal concealment, and identified which teammates' bulk provided the best temporary visual shields.
His forcibly recruited friends (read: victims) played referee while he fine-tuned each move to that sweet spot between suspicious and unprovable. The same brain that would struggle through five pages of assigned reading somehow managed to devour decades of Quidditch match records. Pure observation could only get him so far — those dusty books opened up a whole new world of possibilities. Broom tampering, tail-grabbing, quaffle manipulation, and apparently even chasers could try their luck with the snitch. Who knew?
All this questionably acquired knowledge, combined with his equally questionable field research, finally culminated in three signature moves: the "Accidental" Elbow, the "Oops My Broom Slipped," and the "Lost My Balance" Body Check. He couldn't wait for next season to start.
Assuming, of course, he'd get any playing time. Being a bench warmer was seriously cramping his style.
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Approved, Octavius Baird (7/17/2025)