Ability Applications
2nd year
Link to your encyclopedia thread: race to the moon and back
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Obnoxiously Strong
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioOver the summer while Elizabeth was at camp, she often found herself sitting around with absolutely nothing to do. So, while laying on her bed in the tent one afternoon, she decided that she would get stronger and surprise her brother when they next saw each other. Yes, that would be the most splendid thing to do. There was nothing she liked better doing that surprising her brother with something she either had done or made.
Getting off her bed, she walked out of the tent and wandered about, thinking of ways that would help her get stronger. Her brother would most definitely not be expecting her to be stronger than before she’d left for camp. That was another upside to doing something that he didn’t know she was doing, he was always shocked when he found out. Sometimes her parents were included in being surprised, and this would be one of those times.
Walking back into the tent, she spotted her trunk at the end of her bed where she’d put it when she’d first arrived. That was it, she’d practice pulling it across the floor and back every day until she could do it as easy as she could breathe. It would be hard work at first, she knew, but if it would make surprising her brother worth it, she didn’t care one bit. After all, if she didn’t become stronger now, she’d end up doing it later.
Over the duration of the camp, whenever she felt a wave of boredom coming along, she’d retreat to the tent and drag her trunk around until she was tired out. As the days passed, it became easier for her to drag it around, and thus it took longer before she was tired out. That only increased the glee she experienced when she thought of how surprised her brother would be when he found out what she’d been practicing doing.
By the time camp ended, she didn’t need help when she carried her trunk out of the tent for the last time. It had become ingrained in her summer routine that she hardly noticed how heavy it was when she lifted it anymore. She was already thinking of things that would help her increase the weight she could carry around. There was no way that she was going to let all her effort go to waste and besides, she knew that there would most certainly be a time when it would come in handy. She'd just wait till that time came.
STATUS: Approved, Samuel, 29th July 2025
‘Cause I’m your lady and you are my man [The Power of Love, Celine Deon]
iNPC: Allyssa Adele Schmidt
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: X
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
417/400
Throughout her first year at Hogwarts, Adeline has grown into someone who is extremely observant; the kind of student who spends more time watching, than speaking. As someone who prefers to listen and learn from the sidelines, she notices the small things that many others miss out on; the twitch of a jaw before a rogue insult is thrown, the shifting of a stance before a spell is cast, the smallest expression that gives away someone’s true intent. The Ravenclaw girl has a true sense for anticipating danger, and an uncanny ability to read people, making it easy to guess their next moves, and to act accordingly.
This trained perceptiveness makes her extremely responsive and almost able to predict her surroundings, enabling her to act quickly and efficiently in times of danger. In high-pressure moments, Adeline’s reflexes kick in quickly, it is not often that she freezes up. Instead, she adapts.
It is easy to notice that the girl is also physically nimble. Addie is a bit taller than average for her age, and is built quite lean, and subtly muscular. Her above average height used to be a hindrance, making her appear lanky and awkward, but as the girl grows into herself, she has grown into her physical body as well. Where she used to appear clumsy, Adeline now seems confident. She moves like someone who is always ready to spring into action; fluid, calculated, and deliberate. This paired with her sharp senses makes her very agile, and generally harder to hit with a spell, or just physically. This makes her a desirable presence in any setting that demands precision and speed.
Heading into her second year, Adeline plans to join the Ravenclaw dueling team, a position she views not just as a badge of honor, but as a serious responsibility to uphold. Over the summer, the girl spent many of her days reading up on each facet of dueling, taking a particular interest in the outcome of different historic battles, and learning the maneuvers and foot work used by famous duelists to evade their opponents attacks. She began to practice on her own, dueling imaginary foes on the beach, refining her dueling stance, experimenting with different pivot angles, and timing her dodges to the pretend spells. The girl doesn’t plan to rely on brute force alone once she joins the team. Instead, her defense strategy will lie in the delicate art of evasion- dodging, weaving, and countering her opponents attacks with calculated grace and effortlessness.
This trained perceptiveness makes her extremely responsive and almost able to predict her surroundings, enabling her to act quickly and efficiently in times of danger. In high-pressure moments, Adeline’s reflexes kick in quickly, it is not often that she freezes up. Instead, she adapts.
It is easy to notice that the girl is also physically nimble. Addie is a bit taller than average for her age, and is built quite lean, and subtly muscular. Her above average height used to be a hindrance, making her appear lanky and awkward, but as the girl grows into herself, she has grown into her physical body as well. Where she used to appear clumsy, Adeline now seems confident. She moves like someone who is always ready to spring into action; fluid, calculated, and deliberate. This paired with her sharp senses makes her very agile, and generally harder to hit with a spell, or just physically. This makes her a desirable presence in any setting that demands precision and speed.
Heading into her second year, Adeline plans to join the Ravenclaw dueling team, a position she views not just as a badge of honor, but as a serious responsibility to uphold. Over the summer, the girl spent many of her days reading up on each facet of dueling, taking a particular interest in the outcome of different historic battles, and learning the maneuvers and foot work used by famous duelists to evade their opponents attacks. She began to practice on her own, dueling imaginary foes on the beach, refining her dueling stance, experimenting with different pivot angles, and timing her dodges to the pretend spells. The girl doesn’t plan to rely on brute force alone once she joins the team. Instead, her defense strategy will lie in the delicate art of evasion- dodging, weaving, and countering her opponents attacks with calculated grace and effortlessness.
STATUS: Approved, Samuel, 29th July 2025
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Floom!
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
(WC: 693)
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Though all infants are adorable, the mechanics of genes and chance favored Ripley with a remarkable beauty that occasionally affected those around him in unexpected ways; when he was under a year old, his mother, a head-turner in her own right, was wheeling him along in his buggy down a busy thoroughfare when a well-heeled women of middle to advanced years glued her eyes to him and apparently lost her mind. Separating from her promenading party, she overtook Mrs. Cunning and child and blocked their way.
"That child!" She said, wide eyes unable to depart from Ripley's placid features, "That child. He is perfect! Absolutely perfect!"
"Yes, we think so, too," Offered Ripley's mother graciously. This was not the first time she had been approached about her baby.
"But you don't understand. He is like a doll. How is he real?" The lady gasped, her voice rising.
"Oh, I can assure you that he is indeed real. Have a nice day!" Jenna said, as she turned the pushchair to navigate around the obstruction.
"No!" The lady all but shrieked. Her party, led by her husband were now coming over. "Where are you going. You cannot leave. This child, I…I…" She sputtered, completely discombobulated by the uniquely symmetrical features of the baby. Unable to speak, the women reached a hand towards Ripley's face.
"No!" Jenna interjected, "You do not touch my child."
The lady interrupted her gesture for a moment, and then, as if hypnotized, continued to reach, bending slightly.
"I said no." Jenna said sternly, backing the stroller up, jostling Ripley slightly. The women's husband arrived and was taking stock of the situation. Jenna said, "Please restrain this women. I don't want her touching my child."
The women, eyes still wide, tore her gaze from the child to her husband. "Harold, look at this child. It is, it is…" She grappled for a fitting description and, unable to come up with one, let out something combining a moan and a howl.
"Celeste, what are you doing?" Harold said, reaching for his wife. She shuffled his hands away.
"Okay, okay…" She stood back and attempted to compose herself. Then, looking at Jenna with a wild countenance: "Okay, here is what we can do. How much would you like for him? We have more than you can imagine. We will purchase this perfect child right here. Name a price…"
Jenna backed away slightly, "Ma'am, are you touched in the head?"
"Celeste," Harold put himself in front of his wife and, looking apologetically at Jenna mouthed 'go', "What has gotten into you!?"
"That child, I must have that beautiful child!" She wailed as Ripley's mother quickly made tracks in the opposite direction, as she walked, she continued to hear portions of what the crazed pensioner yelled, "I must have it…" "...porcelain doll…" "...lovely creature…"
It took three blocks for Jenna Cunning's breathing to calm down following this encounter, which has become an amusing family story for going on eleven years now. Ripley's beauty, however, has persisted with his advancing age and vitality. In preschool, there were always several girls who attempted to "claim" Ripley as their own. Many times Ripley has, by simply having his face, escaped or minimized punishment for himself and others following incidents of wrongdoing. Impartiality is a slippery word when it came to figures of authority, he learned early. Especially, though not exclusively, when those figures were women.
Despite the supernatural sway his looks seemed to swing, Ripley never deliberately pushed the subject. He was conscious of his beauty and its magnetism since his early years but only as a plain fact. In his family, despite his parent's prioritization of aesthetics in their profession, Ripley's appearance was never highlighted as anything special (hence, the anecdote of the lady's insane offer fell naturally under the heading of humorous rather than being seen as a hyperbole for his physical charm).This approach minimized his ego-attraction to his beauty, making it simply a single element of his self-image, rather than a fundamental part. Nevertheless, there's no doubt that when someone looks like Ripley Cunning, it can be a bit, shall we say, distracting.
Though all infants are adorable, the mechanics of genes and chance favored Ripley with a remarkable beauty that occasionally affected those around him in unexpected ways; when he was under a year old, his mother, a head-turner in her own right, was wheeling him along in his buggy down a busy thoroughfare when a well-heeled women of middle to advanced years glued her eyes to him and apparently lost her mind. Separating from her promenading party, she overtook Mrs. Cunning and child and blocked their way.
"That child!" She said, wide eyes unable to depart from Ripley's placid features, "That child. He is perfect! Absolutely perfect!"
"Yes, we think so, too," Offered Ripley's mother graciously. This was not the first time she had been approached about her baby.
"But you don't understand. He is like a doll. How is he real?" The lady gasped, her voice rising.
"Oh, I can assure you that he is indeed real. Have a nice day!" Jenna said, as she turned the pushchair to navigate around the obstruction.
"No!" The lady all but shrieked. Her party, led by her husband were now coming over. "Where are you going. You cannot leave. This child, I…I…" She sputtered, completely discombobulated by the uniquely symmetrical features of the baby. Unable to speak, the women reached a hand towards Ripley's face.
"No!" Jenna interjected, "You do not touch my child."
The lady interrupted her gesture for a moment, and then, as if hypnotized, continued to reach, bending slightly.
"I said no." Jenna said sternly, backing the stroller up, jostling Ripley slightly. The women's husband arrived and was taking stock of the situation. Jenna said, "Please restrain this women. I don't want her touching my child."
The women, eyes still wide, tore her gaze from the child to her husband. "Harold, look at this child. It is, it is…" She grappled for a fitting description and, unable to come up with one, let out something combining a moan and a howl.
"Celeste, what are you doing?" Harold said, reaching for his wife. She shuffled his hands away.
"Okay, okay…" She stood back and attempted to compose herself. Then, looking at Jenna with a wild countenance: "Okay, here is what we can do. How much would you like for him? We have more than you can imagine. We will purchase this perfect child right here. Name a price…"
Jenna backed away slightly, "Ma'am, are you touched in the head?"
"Celeste," Harold put himself in front of his wife and, looking apologetically at Jenna mouthed 'go', "What has gotten into you!?"
"That child, I must have that beautiful child!" She wailed as Ripley's mother quickly made tracks in the opposite direction, as she walked, she continued to hear portions of what the crazed pensioner yelled, "I must have it…" "...porcelain doll…" "...lovely creature…"
It took three blocks for Jenna Cunning's breathing to calm down following this encounter, which has become an amusing family story for going on eleven years now. Ripley's beauty, however, has persisted with his advancing age and vitality. In preschool, there were always several girls who attempted to "claim" Ripley as their own. Many times Ripley has, by simply having his face, escaped or minimized punishment for himself and others following incidents of wrongdoing. Impartiality is a slippery word when it came to figures of authority, he learned early. Especially, though not exclusively, when those figures were women.
Despite the supernatural sway his looks seemed to swing, Ripley never deliberately pushed the subject. He was conscious of his beauty and its magnetism since his early years but only as a plain fact. In his family, despite his parent's prioritization of aesthetics in their profession, Ripley's appearance was never highlighted as anything special (hence, the anecdote of the lady's insane offer fell naturally under the heading of humorous rather than being seen as a hyperbole for his physical charm).This approach minimized his ego-attraction to his beauty, making it simply a single element of his self-image, rather than a fundamental part. Nevertheless, there's no doubt that when someone looks like Ripley Cunning, it can be a bit, shall we say, distracting.
(WC: 693)
STATUS: Approved, Samuel, 29th July 2025
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread:
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Steady Flyer
Describe why this fits your character: WC=715
ReducioAzzure knew beforehand that if she was to go into broom racing, she needed to practice. Broom racing wasn’t going to be easy––she had come to terms with that long ago––and Azzure was determined to not become a bench warmer her whole run. If injuries and dedication is what it took then she’ll do all of it and more to get on the team and actually become something. After all, from a young age Azzure's parents drilled into her that if she wanted something, the effort she put in shouldn't be half-assed.
And so when Azzure got discharged from the hospital on July 30––and got word that she was going to stay at the Kaito household for the summer, she––admittedly––contemplated stealing @Shiori Kaito's broom so that she could practice how to maneuvre in the air.
But when she met Meiko in the airport, she told Azzure that there was a surprise awaiting her when they get to the Kaito abode. However, It wasn't until they reached their residence that Azzure found a broom waiting for her in the guest bedroom they had prepared. There on top of the neatly made japanese style futon sat a nimbus 1700 wrapped up in a bow on her bed.
The moment she got her hands on the broom, Azzure immediately lit up. Her long dream could finally be realized. To have a broom of her own––it made her believe that she could finally be something. Make a name for herself as a broom racer.
Empowered, Azzure ran to the large open clearing that was the Kaito backyard––thanking everything for the sunglasses she had bought––as she stood in the open clearing looking to test out her new broom. The young albino got on her broom, a wide smile on her face as she began to lift off the ground. But her smile didn't last long––as not even a minute later––she was sent hurling out of control. She tried to steer the broom––to no avail. The only thing she could do is swerve left. The hard turn caused Azzure to cut her scared ankle on a sharp tree branch causing Azzure to panic even more as she crashed into the large open grass field.
Thankfully, Azzure hadn’t broken a bone as she was too busy throwing up. However, the situation which to most would have been a source of trauma, became her resolve, only cementing in Azzure's head that she needed to get good. She couldn't get into the broom racing team like this––she can't throw up at every fast turn and spin once she's in the team
For the next 4 days Azzure spent all her time on the broom, trying her hardest to find her rhythm in the air. At first it wasn't easy, she could barely make it 4 feet in the air without losing control, but as the days went by and the more time she spent outside the more Azzure found her footing in the sky.
By day 5, Azzure came back out on her broom, the clouds were dark and little droplets of rain fell in intervals, but it wasn't enough to detour the young albino. Azzure straddled her broom, her mind focused as she lifted off the ground.
At first the flight was a bit wobbly as Azzure got used to the feeling of wind brushing past her—although, the rain didn't exactly help either—Azzure pushed on. Steadying herself every time she felt like she was about to fall. She rounded the corner and there was the same tree she was once panicked on, but this time she remained calm, rounding the corner with grace even as her knuckles turned white from grabbing the broom like her life depended on it.
Flying, she was flying
Azzure flew through a straight of narrow trees, twigs and leaves, and rain all pelted against her, but her mind was focused and even though she had gotten close to falling, she gripped her broom harder and emerged the other side of the straight unperturbed.
She had learned from her mistakes, and with a level head, she finally did it. and for the first time in a long time, she felt free, untethered, and that small victory was enough for her to get addicted to the feeling of victory.
STATUS: Approved, Samuel, 29th July
Link to your encyclopedia thread:
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Unfettered Flight
Describe why this fits your character: WC=636
ReducioAfter her first taste at true freedom in the skies, Azzure got addicted to the feeling of soaring on her broom. It was like a primal calling in the deepest depths of her soul. Being on the broom, seeing the view from above, it felt.. right.
and without really much to do over the summer, Azzure found herself constantly training, always longing to be in the air, to feel the wind brush past her. For the past 4 weeks, Azzure has been practicing everyday, going further and further into the large playground of trees that is the Kaito backyard, flying higher and faster everyday. No rain nor sun could stop Azzure from getting on her broom and flying. After all, the habit is what is important. And that day was no different.
Azzure came out to the open backyard of the Kaito house and rode through the narrow gaps in trees, circling around the isolated countryside house of her cousins. From high above, Azzure could see the patio, the traditional japense walkway leading to the back porch, the large living room and dining area where she’d play games with Wata-kun and Shiori. Azzure smiled softly at the sight, how familiar and homey it felt. Although it had only been a few weeks since she had gotten here and made herself home, her cousin's countryside house felt more like home than her old mansion ever did.
But just then, out of the corner of her eye a turtle dove flew past her. Azzure smirked, a sense of pride filling her chest as she bolted after the turtle dove, imagining she was in a room broom racing match––the turtle dove as her opponent.
Azzure cut through the wind––trees disappearing behind her as she flew past at high speeds, the speed that used to hurl her out of control. She twirled around in circles as she weaved through the trees in an attempt to cut off the turtle dove. And just like magic, she burst into an open clearing, but by chance she missed the small bird by a tail feather. Azzure’s mouth pulled into a tight smile as irritation filled her. Yet if there was one thing Azzure wasn't, it's a quitter.
Azz chased the bird around the open clearing, following it as it drew close to the hillside. Azzure gripped her broom tighter as she flew at high speeds toward the side of the tall hill. Before this Azz had only ever flown this far. Usually she stuck near the sparse forest or the parts of the clearing where the house was still in sight. But now.. she didn’t know where she even was. Azzure swerved hard as she rounded the mountain, the action almost causing her to fall off her broom, but she held her ground.
Despite the high velocity she was moving at. all the hours and daily practice finally paid off, and in feet of skill and strength. Azzure managed to steady herself on her broom. However, in the time it took her to right herself on her broom, the bird managed to pull ahead––and Azzure lost sight of the turtle dove.
The young albino sighed, this was the longest and fastest she ever flew, all her blood sweat and tears for the past 4 weeks led to this. All the times she flew in rain, all the times her arm grazed on a branch, all her small injuries and bruises during practice. It all led to this moment. She knew she still had a long way to go when it comes to dealing with spells––but as for flying? She was pretty sure that she got it down. And what more, she didn’t plan to stop at this victory. No. Not until she made the team, she won’t stop improving herself. After all, practice makes perfect.
STATUS: Approved, Samuel, 29th July
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?p=481281#p481281
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Obnoxiously Strong
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Clark did not have much to do except get some exercise in. It was definitely needed, a boy his size and age.. who was not really able to do much damage punching someone? Yeah, he needed to ensure that he got his muscles, that was the vital part of this, so he can kick some butts when he returns to Hogwarts and hopefully would not be turned into compost as per usual. He was supposed to be the daunting one, not them.
He calmly strolled towards his door and shut it, locking it so no one could look in. He never once liked the thought of having witnesses see him working out, it was embarrassing. He grabbed a 15 pound dumbbell from under his bed and sat on his bed for half an hour lifting it and relaxing his arm, and repeating the cycle until said time was up. Of course, there was no alarm to alert him of this, but he felt it was time to stop lifting that dumbbell. He looked around for something else to use to make him stronger, to turn him into a big, strong kid where he would show off and be cool.
He looked around his room and realized he could do something, he had a heavy dresser full of clothes he could push back and forth. It’d cut the carpet but who cares! Octavius was really the only one that cared about the stupid carpeting, but he could at least get that fixed with the mending charm. Now. While he was thinking about it, he might as well stand on either side and shove it one direction. He felt himself struggle and felt as if the veins in his forehead were going to practically burst. But with a RIPPPPing sound, he realized he managed to get the dresser to move. He shoved it again, this time there was both the scraping noise as the dresser began being pushed across the flooring under the carpet and more ripping noises as the carpet continued to be torn up.
He went around to the other side and pushed again, pushing until he could get the dresser in its initial place. Again, he felt himself straining but at the end of the summer, he was bound to have muscles. That was how it worked right? Doing things that are to build your muscles gives you muscles. When it was back in the place it was before being torn up, he laid the ripped carpet back down and straightened it, casting the Mending Charm on it to ensure it didn’t appear as if it were torn.
There was a knock on his door and when he unlocked it, he saw his father. He apologized and assured it wouldn’t happen again, but that wasn’t true, he was going to do this day in and day out every day until school started. That was a promise.
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Obnoxiously Strong
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Clark did not have much to do except get some exercise in. It was definitely needed, a boy his size and age.. who was not really able to do much damage punching someone? Yeah, he needed to ensure that he got his muscles, that was the vital part of this, so he can kick some butts when he returns to Hogwarts and hopefully would not be turned into compost as per usual. He was supposed to be the daunting one, not them.
He calmly strolled towards his door and shut it, locking it so no one could look in. He never once liked the thought of having witnesses see him working out, it was embarrassing. He grabbed a 15 pound dumbbell from under his bed and sat on his bed for half an hour lifting it and relaxing his arm, and repeating the cycle until said time was up. Of course, there was no alarm to alert him of this, but he felt it was time to stop lifting that dumbbell. He looked around for something else to use to make him stronger, to turn him into a big, strong kid where he would show off and be cool.
He looked around his room and realized he could do something, he had a heavy dresser full of clothes he could push back and forth. It’d cut the carpet but who cares! Octavius was really the only one that cared about the stupid carpeting, but he could at least get that fixed with the mending charm. Now. While he was thinking about it, he might as well stand on either side and shove it one direction. He felt himself struggle and felt as if the veins in his forehead were going to practically burst. But with a RIPPPPing sound, he realized he managed to get the dresser to move. He shoved it again, this time there was both the scraping noise as the dresser began being pushed across the flooring under the carpet and more ripping noises as the carpet continued to be torn up.
He went around to the other side and pushed again, pushing until he could get the dresser in its initial place. Again, he felt himself straining but at the end of the summer, he was bound to have muscles. That was how it worked right? Doing things that are to build your muscles gives you muscles. When it was back in the place it was before being torn up, he laid the ripped carpet back down and straightened it, casting the Mending Charm on it to ensure it didn’t appear as if it were torn.
There was a knock on his door and when he unlocked it, he saw his father. He apologized and assured it wouldn’t happen again, but that wasn’t true, he was going to do this day in and day out every day until school started. That was a promise.
STATUS: Approved, Samuel, 29th July
| You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something. |
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: pew pew
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Spell Spread
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Spell Spread
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Mahlioz's third year hadn't been the easiest. On top of struggles with her family and moving to France, there was wondering what on earth her own gender was, new and bigger piles of homework, and just good old puberty giving her mood swings and identity crises. It gave the kid a lot to think about, despite not wanting to. As usual, they tried to drown themselves in reading, or studying, or drawing, but more and more often that wouldn't work. The thoughts just kept coming. It was exhausting.
Violin helped more than the earlier strategies. Often times she was too busy figuring out the fingerings, dynamics, string crossings and contact point to think about the fact that her sibling hated her or that she'd never go to her real home in Scotland again. But then, once a piece had been played enough times, she got used to it, and the thoughts started flooding back in again. Mahlioz could not for the life of her figure out what to do. Were they just going to have to suffer through this forever? Would they never get a break?
That is, until they began to practice duelling. Really practice, every morning before classes. They would go up to the duelling club and send spell after spell at dummies, or sometimes at other duellists there for a practice, if they were willing. It helped a lot more than they had first expected. All their attention was needed, to aim, to concentrate, to dodge if they were practicing with another wizard. The rest of the world disappeared for a few precious hours. It was perfect.
On top of that, it was helpful, because they were a duellist after all. And once she realized that, she began to try new things. Looking through spellbooks for new strategies, more difficult things to practice. It wasn't like she was going to try seventh year spells, no, but she was going to try sending three spells in the span of ten seconds, for example. Or perhaps two spells at once.
She had heard about spells splitting in two, even seen it happen in a couple of duels. She wasn't sure why she hadn't taken an interest in it before - now she was more curious than ever as to how it worked. She'd learned long ago not to expect logic in magic, but there had to be some explanation. She started bringing books with her to the duelling club in the mornings, reading a few paragraphs and testing it out. They went to older years' duels, watched them and tried to figure out how they managed to split their spells. They read and read and read until the only thing on their mind was spells spreading and there was no space for much else.
It was hard going. They weren't used to things being too difficult, especially when it came to school. Most intellectual things came naturally. Perhaps that was why they liked duelling. An intellectual sport, but one that required a challenge, that they weren't great at immediately. They got to prove that they cared by practicing. It was similar to violin playing, really.
On top of that, their wand seemed reluctant to try spell spreading. 23.68 centimeters was relatively short, meaning the wand preferred to keep to itself and not do anything too dramatically, unlike longer wands. Having a spell split was rather grand and dramatic. But Mahlioz was determined to manage this.
On the third last day of third year, as she was really beginning to stress that she wouldn't be able to do it, and that she'd lose all her progress over the summer without access to magic, the most peculiar thing happened. As she sent a very enthusiastic flipendo towards her usual dummy, a tiny spark of red light left the main spell and hit the wall to the right. The main spell missed the dummy entirely by a good 10 centimeters, but Mahlioz didn't care. This was it. She was nearly there. And after a few more tries, her flipendo split clearly in two.
Sure, it didn't hit either of the dummies that she'd aimed for, and the more she tried, the more she realized it was failing more often than her usual flipendos. But did that matter? She could practice her accuracy, that was fine, it didn't matter at all. She'd managed to spell spread! She immediately stopped practicing to jump for joy and race down the stairs to tell her friends.
Violin helped more than the earlier strategies. Often times she was too busy figuring out the fingerings, dynamics, string crossings and contact point to think about the fact that her sibling hated her or that she'd never go to her real home in Scotland again. But then, once a piece had been played enough times, she got used to it, and the thoughts started flooding back in again. Mahlioz could not for the life of her figure out what to do. Were they just going to have to suffer through this forever? Would they never get a break?
That is, until they began to practice duelling. Really practice, every morning before classes. They would go up to the duelling club and send spell after spell at dummies, or sometimes at other duellists there for a practice, if they were willing. It helped a lot more than they had first expected. All their attention was needed, to aim, to concentrate, to dodge if they were practicing with another wizard. The rest of the world disappeared for a few precious hours. It was perfect.
On top of that, it was helpful, because they were a duellist after all. And once she realized that, she began to try new things. Looking through spellbooks for new strategies, more difficult things to practice. It wasn't like she was going to try seventh year spells, no, but she was going to try sending three spells in the span of ten seconds, for example. Or perhaps two spells at once.
She had heard about spells splitting in two, even seen it happen in a couple of duels. She wasn't sure why she hadn't taken an interest in it before - now she was more curious than ever as to how it worked. She'd learned long ago not to expect logic in magic, but there had to be some explanation. She started bringing books with her to the duelling club in the mornings, reading a few paragraphs and testing it out. They went to older years' duels, watched them and tried to figure out how they managed to split their spells. They read and read and read until the only thing on their mind was spells spreading and there was no space for much else.
It was hard going. They weren't used to things being too difficult, especially when it came to school. Most intellectual things came naturally. Perhaps that was why they liked duelling. An intellectual sport, but one that required a challenge, that they weren't great at immediately. They got to prove that they cared by practicing. It was similar to violin playing, really.
On top of that, their wand seemed reluctant to try spell spreading. 23.68 centimeters was relatively short, meaning the wand preferred to keep to itself and not do anything too dramatically, unlike longer wands. Having a spell split was rather grand and dramatic. But Mahlioz was determined to manage this.
On the third last day of third year, as she was really beginning to stress that she wouldn't be able to do it, and that she'd lose all her progress over the summer without access to magic, the most peculiar thing happened. As she sent a very enthusiastic flipendo towards her usual dummy, a tiny spark of red light left the main spell and hit the wall to the right. The main spell missed the dummy entirely by a good 10 centimeters, but Mahlioz didn't care. This was it. She was nearly there. And after a few more tries, her flipendo split clearly in two.
Sure, it didn't hit either of the dummies that she'd aimed for, and the more she tried, the more she realized it was failing more often than her usual flipendos. But did that matter? She could practice her accuracy, that was fine, it didn't matter at all. She'd managed to spell spread! She immediately stopped practicing to jump for joy and race down the stairs to tell her friends.
WC 733/400
STATUS: Approved, Samuel, 29th July
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Gekko Phillips
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Impartial
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 490/400
---------------------------
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Gekko Phillips
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Terrible Presence
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 499/400
sta • 5 | eva • 8 | str • 2 | wis • 9 | arc • 8 | acc • 8
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Impartial
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 490/400
Reducio
Gekko liked pretty things. She’s always been a little charmed by a particularly colorful flower, or cartoon characters with unique facial features. That was normal, she figured, to be appreciative of nature’s naturals. So why did she seem so underwhelmed when it came to a real person? It felt peculiar to not experience a heart throbbing moment when she looked at the face of those that were considered the definition of “attractive”, apparently. At first, she thought it was because they were strangers, and maybe she needed to be closer to that person to see the physical appeal. But, when Gekko gazed into the face of her best friend, she felt…nothing. Well, nothing about his face, other than admitting Cirrus Nam was cute.
Curious.
It was almost funny, would have been hilarious had the young girl not also been particularly worried something was wrong. So, like any young scholar, she decided to do multiple test runs. She’d walked up reaaal close to boys that the girls ranked as the cutest in their classes, and then did the same for the girls, all of whom were described as extremely Lovely. To be extra thorough, Gekko had even approached a Part Veela, but alas, the results didn’t change. While part of the girl found this funny, the other part of her felt disconnected from her peers. It was normal for kids her age to be ogling and fawning over a pretty face, but all she could do was admit it was a good face. It was surprisingly frustrating.
How could she relate to those around her when the young Phillips couldn’t even pretend to be so vastly invested in another person’s looks? Not even having an actual positive relationship with them could change this, as evident by her ability to admit Cirrus was cute, but not even her heart could thump from her most precious person that wasn’t her parents. It was…lonely, being different. Gekko already had trouble finding people to fit in with, she was often called “odd”, and this was just the icing on the cake. Surrounded by a sea of beautiful faces, Gekko Phillips was immune to the effects of a pretty face. Really, she’d always been like this, but her newfound experience with children around her age finally made the girl realize it.
Regardless, Gekko took it on the chin, she had to. In a way, this was good…right? That meant she could think more logically when it came down to it, and no pretty face could persuade her to do something she didn’t like. Like how she doesn’t let her pretty roommate just walk over her, or his foul cat beast. When the girl really thought about it, it was almost like a superpower, the ability to just…not care? Bittersweet really, when the isolation would seep in, but did she really need more friends if she had Cirrus? The answer was…no, no she didn’t. Not really, anyway.
Curious.
It was almost funny, would have been hilarious had the young girl not also been particularly worried something was wrong. So, like any young scholar, she decided to do multiple test runs. She’d walked up reaaal close to boys that the girls ranked as the cutest in their classes, and then did the same for the girls, all of whom were described as extremely Lovely. To be extra thorough, Gekko had even approached a Part Veela, but alas, the results didn’t change. While part of the girl found this funny, the other part of her felt disconnected from her peers. It was normal for kids her age to be ogling and fawning over a pretty face, but all she could do was admit it was a good face. It was surprisingly frustrating.
How could she relate to those around her when the young Phillips couldn’t even pretend to be so vastly invested in another person’s looks? Not even having an actual positive relationship with them could change this, as evident by her ability to admit Cirrus was cute, but not even her heart could thump from her most precious person that wasn’t her parents. It was…lonely, being different. Gekko already had trouble finding people to fit in with, she was often called “odd”, and this was just the icing on the cake. Surrounded by a sea of beautiful faces, Gekko Phillips was immune to the effects of a pretty face. Really, she’d always been like this, but her newfound experience with children around her age finally made the girl realize it.
Regardless, Gekko took it on the chin, she had to. In a way, this was good…right? That meant she could think more logically when it came down to it, and no pretty face could persuade her to do something she didn’t like. Like how she doesn’t let her pretty roommate just walk over her, or his foul cat beast. When the girl really thought about it, it was almost like a superpower, the ability to just…not care? Bittersweet really, when the isolation would seep in, but did she really need more friends if she had Cirrus? The answer was…no, no she didn’t. Not really, anyway.
---------------------------
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Gekko Phillips
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Terrible Presence
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 499/400
Reducio
The young Phillips heiress had always been a little…odd. She grew up isolated from kids her age, her peers, so it was bound to be something amiss with the girl. And that was a fact, Gekko didn’t interact like a normal child did with her peers. She was always too close, too free with her thoughts, and didn’t understand social cues properly. It didn’t help that she also didn’t know how to properly do expressions on her face, which caused an even bigger rift between her and whoever else the girl would attempt to befriend.
Now, combine a lack of facial expressions, and her inability to properly articulate and control her emotions, and what you have with Gekko is something of a mini bomb. She’s a cheerful child, absolutely, but not even she is immune to the rules of her emotions and the way it changes her “aura”, especially when she experiences the pressures of family. It’s become more noticeable now the more she is away from her safe space, her home with her parents. It’s enough to make her mother ask the girl if something was wrong, confused and curious about why her precious daughter seemed so…odd. More than usual, anyhow. But how could the girl tell her mother, her precious mother, that everything was changing because she wasn’t doing enough?
Gekko had come to this school to prove herself, to make her father proud and show her grandfather that she was worthy of the Phillips name. But every E and O didn’t feel enough, and slowly overtime that cheerful attitude had been altered. Her determination had increased tenfold, it seeped out of her skin like a never ending waterfall of sweat, disturbing those around her of the shift it caused in rooms she occupied. As an only child, she didn’t like to share. Not her best friend, not her plushies, and definitely not first place. Gekko held these tightly to her chest, nails digging in so harshly she’d have to be knocked out for them to be taken away. It was bitter and, honestly, rather childish. But, that didn’t matter to Gekko, no matter how terrible her mood got and bothered everyone around her, she was going to grasp what she deserved, even if it tore her apart.
And that’s exactly what she did. Gekko Phillips was an odd child, this was a well known fact to anyone who had the (dis)pleasure of knowing her. Her sweet tongue had a grown sharp edge, blunt and venomous to those she saw as a threat, and even sometimes to her friends before she could stop it. Her optimism was her greatest weapon, if only because she plainly refused to give up. The impulsiveness that used to be seen as silly was now a terror, now in the form of lashing tentacles around her that attacked all when it came to getting whatever she wanted, or saw that she needed.
Gekko Phillips was a force that demanded to be acknowledged.
Now, combine a lack of facial expressions, and her inability to properly articulate and control her emotions, and what you have with Gekko is something of a mini bomb. She’s a cheerful child, absolutely, but not even she is immune to the rules of her emotions and the way it changes her “aura”, especially when she experiences the pressures of family. It’s become more noticeable now the more she is away from her safe space, her home with her parents. It’s enough to make her mother ask the girl if something was wrong, confused and curious about why her precious daughter seemed so…odd. More than usual, anyhow. But how could the girl tell her mother, her precious mother, that everything was changing because she wasn’t doing enough?
Gekko had come to this school to prove herself, to make her father proud and show her grandfather that she was worthy of the Phillips name. But every E and O didn’t feel enough, and slowly overtime that cheerful attitude had been altered. Her determination had increased tenfold, it seeped out of her skin like a never ending waterfall of sweat, disturbing those around her of the shift it caused in rooms she occupied. As an only child, she didn’t like to share. Not her best friend, not her plushies, and definitely not first place. Gekko held these tightly to her chest, nails digging in so harshly she’d have to be knocked out for them to be taken away. It was bitter and, honestly, rather childish. But, that didn’t matter to Gekko, no matter how terrible her mood got and bothered everyone around her, she was going to grasp what she deserved, even if it tore her apart.
And that’s exactly what she did. Gekko Phillips was an odd child, this was a well known fact to anyone who had the (dis)pleasure of knowing her. Her sweet tongue had a grown sharp edge, blunt and venomous to those she saw as a threat, and even sometimes to her friends before she could stop it. Her optimism was her greatest weapon, if only because she plainly refused to give up. The impulsiveness that used to be seen as silly was now a terror, now in the form of lashing tentacles around her that attacked all when it came to getting whatever she wanted, or saw that she needed.
Gekko Phillips was a force that demanded to be acknowledged.
STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 30th July
sta • 5 | eva • 8 | str • 2 | wis • 9 | arc • 8 | acc • 8
Impartial
Terrible Presence
Terrible Presence
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Elisa's Trunk
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist (I)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioThere was something - quiet, inconspicuous - lurking silently beneath the gentle softness of the Wagners' eldest child. Occasionally, it emerged from the depths of her soul to surface - a sheen gleam of determination in those warm hazel eyes, the surety in her voice as she responded to a question, the confident clicks of her heels against the tiled floor as she traversed the Hogwarts hallways. For though Elisa was quiet and reserved, a peek at the other side of her personality would reveal a girl with unyielding ambition and a fierce desire to prove herself.
She sought for perfection in every domain.
She sat straight-backed in class, chin slightly tilted upwards, eyes bright and alert. Every word, every sentence enunciated by the professor was noted in that ever active mind of hers. Each important point was written down in clean handwriting on a well organised notebook divided into ten parts, one for each subject. She made sure that every assignment was completed with quality and efficiency, often handing them in way before the deadline. A to-do list and a detailed timetable, breaking her day into precise time slots for each designated task, were followed with minutely accuracy. Tests and exams were revised for in advance, earning her Outstanding's upon Outstanding's.
Academics wasn't the only field Elisa excelled in, of course. Her living place - in other words, the Slytherin girls' dormitories for the most part of a year - was kept with a surgeon's precision. Her blankets were folded neatly each morning as she got up, her bed cloths spread out smoothly, not a single crease in the fabric. Her pillows were arranged as orderly as the benches in a cathedral, patted to remove any sign that she had slept on it the previous night. Most often, the two nightstands on either side of her canopy bed were only occupied with a book, a quill and some parchment, aside from the enchanted candles. Unlike some other students, Elisa had chosen to stick to the minimalistic arrangement of her dormitory - there were no moving posters on her wall, no fancy lights or themed bed covers. Everything was kept to a perfect orderliness.
Naturally, Elisa also was aware that magic was a matter requiring extreme precision. Potions that intended to heal could end up disastrous if even a single instruction was overlooked. Spells could give completely different results if even a single syllable was mispronounced. That was why she forced herself to be exceedingly attentive to detail when manipulating magic - even more so than she usually was. She would not accept failure, could not when she aspired to exert a profession where failing equals to putting a patient's life at risk. Each time before meddling with magic of any form, Elisa would remind herself of the teacher's instructions, the directions on the textbook and the scribbled notes on her stack parchment. She would think about her goals and ambitions, nurture them quietly. In the end, every incantation and wand movement, every stir of the potion and measurement of ingredients were accomplished with exceptional accuracy.
In the end, Elisa never failed.
wc. 515
STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 30th July
Elisa Wagner | Clément Guillaume Cantegrel
SHOP | GALLERY
sta 6 | eva 10 | str 3 | wis 9 | arc 8 | acc 10
SHOP | GALLERY
sta 6 | eva 10 | str 3 | wis 9 | arc 8 | acc 10
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: honk
Name of ability that you are applying for: Charmer
Describe why this fits your character:
WC: 1069
Name of ability that you are applying for: Charmer
Describe why this fits your character:
WC: 1069
Reducio
It was one of those rainy November nights in London when you cannot decide whether you are shaking from the chill in the air or from the humidity and cold sweat that cling to you no matter the clothes you wear. The kind of a night where the only thing to keep you warm is magic.
Edith shivers a little just looking out of her window at the downpour swallowing all the houses in their street but the first two neighbours.
Thank Merlin we aren't going anywhere tonight, she thinks.
Her parents insisted on organising yet another dinner in honour of her birthday. She was turning 10 this year but she had no illusions as to why these were organised in the first place. The first one of her birthday dinners was when she turned 8, only couple months after her uncle defected from the Ministry and her family's name was dragged through the mud.
"Tonight you need to act as the lady I know you are, Edith," her mother said while checking her own make-up in Edith's mirror.
"Your father and I are doing everything we can about the situation with your uncle but," she leans back from the mirror and smacks her lips a little before turning to Edith, "we need to show a united front."
Edith just nodded. Her hands were turning clammy under the scratchy gloves that were laid out with her dress for tonight.
Her mother started fussing with the strands of hair that escaped Edith's up-do. There was always something to fuss about these days, it seems, no matter how many times she consulted the mirror.
"We need to show everyone we still belong in good society."
With those words, her mother tucked a last strand of pesky, ruffian hair somewhere into the complicated knot on the back of Edith's head.
Good society. She never really understood those words, the difference between good and bad society, and her parents never explained. The distinction seemed so obvious to them and everyone they knew but not to Edith.
Instead of saying anything, she got up from the vanity chair and smoothed down her dress, not casting another glance in the mirror.
She sighs, tiny and quiet. "Are you sure I have to go? I don't know any of these people." Her father might let her skip out if she pouted enough. It's worked before. She has yet to try with her mother.
Her mother levels her with a stare, it's not mean, but just about cold enough that it reminds Edith why she never tries to sway her mother.
"Do you want to help your father, Edith?"
A moment of hesitation.
"Yes."
"So, you will go. And we will show them all." Her mother's smile is predatorial, teeth flashing in the light of the candles in the room and her eyes dark. She's definitely never trying to sway her mother again.
As any dutiful child, Edith hangs her head, plasters on a smile, and they move to the door together.
Their heels clicked in sync as they moved through the winding corridors on the way to the dining hall. The door inside was closed but a cacophony of voices filtered through the cracks between the floor and the door. There must have been at least 50 people inside. None of whom Edith knew and none of whom really cared about her either, she imagined. They were there for her parents.
She wished that knowledge would ease her anxiety but it only made her knees wobblier. There was a loose thread on the lace of her gloves where her thumb was and her other hand found it with dead certainty, pulling on it and rolling it between her fingers as the silence between her and her mother stretched.
Momentarily, a tutting sound echoed above the loud chatter echoing from the dining hall.
"Stop fidgeting, Edith. We can't go inside with you looking nervous."
"What if I am nervous, though?"
The door seemed to be be slowly growing taller and taller the longer they stood stock still in front of it.
"Well", her mother let out a long-suffering sigh as if that was the most ridiculous question she had ever heard. "That is nobody's business but your own."
She finally tore her eyes off the dark wood door in front of them and turned to Edith. A small sad smile stretched over her lips, one Edith hadn't seen before, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. In its place, a breath that rattled somewhere in her mother's throat sounded.
"You can't let them see."
She turned back to the door.
"Shoulders back." Her mother's shoulders straightened even more than they already were. "Chin up." Her nose shot up further into the air. "You are above them."
The door opened and Edith's eyes fought to adjust to the stark candlelight in the room.
If we are above them, why grovel for their approval? she never dared ask her mother.
That first evening went considerably better than she expected. So did the one next year, and the one after that. Even more successful was the latest one.
Edith never groveled. She refused to, even for her father's sake. She pushed her shoulders as far back as they would go, kept her chin up even if she wanted to hide from the relentless gazes of politicians and their wives, and chanted you are above them until her unexpected witty remarks turned heads. She slowly learnt to smile all sunny and innocent, earning the occasional approving nod of her mother, and to argue with intention when pushed into a corner. Her parents were less fond of the latter.
However, at the end of the day, Edith always had a presence. Even during that first birthday dinner when she could swear sweat was rolling off her in waves and her voice shook every time she was pressed to answer a question. Once in a conversation with her, heads would rarely turn away unless pushed out by a new participant joining, and even those not involved would turn to her from time to time. It mattered little that they either listened only because of who she is or placed little importance to what she said for the same reason. The ability to draw attention with ease is a dangerous tool to hand anyone.
Edith shivers a little just looking out of her window at the downpour swallowing all the houses in their street but the first two neighbours.
Thank Merlin we aren't going anywhere tonight, she thinks.
Her parents insisted on organising yet another dinner in honour of her birthday. She was turning 10 this year but she had no illusions as to why these were organised in the first place. The first one of her birthday dinners was when she turned 8, only couple months after her uncle defected from the Ministry and her family's name was dragged through the mud.
"Tonight you need to act as the lady I know you are, Edith," her mother said while checking her own make-up in Edith's mirror.
"Your father and I are doing everything we can about the situation with your uncle but," she leans back from the mirror and smacks her lips a little before turning to Edith, "we need to show a united front."
Edith just nodded. Her hands were turning clammy under the scratchy gloves that were laid out with her dress for tonight.
Her mother started fussing with the strands of hair that escaped Edith's up-do. There was always something to fuss about these days, it seems, no matter how many times she consulted the mirror.
"We need to show everyone we still belong in good society."
With those words, her mother tucked a last strand of pesky, ruffian hair somewhere into the complicated knot on the back of Edith's head.
Good society. She never really understood those words, the difference between good and bad society, and her parents never explained. The distinction seemed so obvious to them and everyone they knew but not to Edith.
Instead of saying anything, she got up from the vanity chair and smoothed down her dress, not casting another glance in the mirror.
She sighs, tiny and quiet. "Are you sure I have to go? I don't know any of these people." Her father might let her skip out if she pouted enough. It's worked before. She has yet to try with her mother.
Her mother levels her with a stare, it's not mean, but just about cold enough that it reminds Edith why she never tries to sway her mother.
"Do you want to help your father, Edith?"
A moment of hesitation.
"Yes."
"So, you will go. And we will show them all." Her mother's smile is predatorial, teeth flashing in the light of the candles in the room and her eyes dark. She's definitely never trying to sway her mother again.
As any dutiful child, Edith hangs her head, plasters on a smile, and they move to the door together.
━─━────༺༻────━─━
Their heels clicked in sync as they moved through the winding corridors on the way to the dining hall. The door inside was closed but a cacophony of voices filtered through the cracks between the floor and the door. There must have been at least 50 people inside. None of whom Edith knew and none of whom really cared about her either, she imagined. They were there for her parents.
She wished that knowledge would ease her anxiety but it only made her knees wobblier. There was a loose thread on the lace of her gloves where her thumb was and her other hand found it with dead certainty, pulling on it and rolling it between her fingers as the silence between her and her mother stretched.
Momentarily, a tutting sound echoed above the loud chatter echoing from the dining hall.
"Stop fidgeting, Edith. We can't go inside with you looking nervous."
"What if I am nervous, though?"
The door seemed to be be slowly growing taller and taller the longer they stood stock still in front of it.
"Well", her mother let out a long-suffering sigh as if that was the most ridiculous question she had ever heard. "That is nobody's business but your own."
She finally tore her eyes off the dark wood door in front of them and turned to Edith. A small sad smile stretched over her lips, one Edith hadn't seen before, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. In its place, a breath that rattled somewhere in her mother's throat sounded.
"You can't let them see."
She turned back to the door.
"Shoulders back." Her mother's shoulders straightened even more than they already were. "Chin up." Her nose shot up further into the air. "You are above them."
The door opened and Edith's eyes fought to adjust to the stark candlelight in the room.
If we are above them, why grovel for their approval? she never dared ask her mother.
━─━────༺༻────━─━
That first evening went considerably better than she expected. So did the one next year, and the one after that. Even more successful was the latest one.
Edith never groveled. She refused to, even for her father's sake. She pushed her shoulders as far back as they would go, kept her chin up even if she wanted to hide from the relentless gazes of politicians and their wives, and chanted you are above them until her unexpected witty remarks turned heads. She slowly learnt to smile all sunny and innocent, earning the occasional approving nod of her mother, and to argue with intention when pushed into a corner. Her parents were less fond of the latter.
However, at the end of the day, Edith always had a presence. Even during that first birthday dinner when she could swear sweat was rolling off her in waves and her voice shook every time she was pressed to answer a question. Once in a conversation with her, heads would rarely turn away unless pushed out by a new participant joining, and even those not involved would turn to her from time to time. It mattered little that they either listened only because of who she is or placed little importance to what she said for the same reason. The ability to draw attention with ease is a dangerous tool to hand anyone.
STATUS: Approved, Lawrence Maynard, 31st July
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?t=40323
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigial Transfiguration learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 415/400
"Being different isn't a bad thing, it means you're brave enough to be yourself"
~Luna Lovegood
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigial Transfiguration learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 415/400
Reducio
Lily was super excited as it was her first day at school. So far, everything had gone well, she had been able to produce a very good cure for boils in her very first potions class, flew well in flying class, casting the charms well in charms, tending well to plants in herbology, casting her spell well in defence against the dark arts, and mainly, managed to stay awake during History of magic.
Now, she was getting nervous. Transfiguration class, the one rumoured to arguably be the most difficult branch of magic and she heard that first years, though they started with something simple (yeah right) like changing a whistle into a watch, usually struggled with it and only the brightest of students would manage to survive the exams with good grades. How would she do? she didn't know as she walked into class with the other first year ravenclaws.
She listened to the professor welcoming the class and telling them that transfiguration was and still is one of the most complicated branches of magic that they would learn and not to fool around in class or mess up too badly else they would be given private lessons extra. Of course, this did not help reduce her nerves in the slightest and her hands trembled slightly as she pulled out her wand ready to transfigure the whistle in front of her into a watch. She saw the rest of the class attempting and sighing, attempted the spell herself. To her surprise, the whistle changed into the watch immediately. She glowed with pride listening to the professor telling the class how well she had done it and told her to try something else or read the textbook.
As she attempted spell after spell from ''A beginners guide to transfiguration", each coming impeccably, she noticed one thing. All the class were struggling with the first and simplest spell in the book, and she was able to perform the spell at the end of the book, which was changing a snail into a teapot, perfectly with not trouble at all. This could mean only one thing - that she was a prodigy! A prodigy at the most difficult branch of magic! This made her very happy and even more when she confirmed it was right when the professor came to her and told the exact same thing and told her. She knew she was talented and gifted at something! Oh! she couldn't wait to tell her family this.
Now, she was getting nervous. Transfiguration class, the one rumoured to arguably be the most difficult branch of magic and she heard that first years, though they started with something simple (yeah right) like changing a whistle into a watch, usually struggled with it and only the brightest of students would manage to survive the exams with good grades. How would she do? she didn't know as she walked into class with the other first year ravenclaws.
She listened to the professor welcoming the class and telling them that transfiguration was and still is one of the most complicated branches of magic that they would learn and not to fool around in class or mess up too badly else they would be given private lessons extra. Of course, this did not help reduce her nerves in the slightest and her hands trembled slightly as she pulled out her wand ready to transfigure the whistle in front of her into a watch. She saw the rest of the class attempting and sighing, attempted the spell herself. To her surprise, the whistle changed into the watch immediately. She glowed with pride listening to the professor telling the class how well she had done it and told her to try something else or read the textbook.
As she attempted spell after spell from ''A beginners guide to transfiguration", each coming impeccably, she noticed one thing. All the class were struggling with the first and simplest spell in the book, and she was able to perform the spell at the end of the book, which was changing a snail into a teapot, perfectly with not trouble at all. This could mean only one thing - that she was a prodigy! A prodigy at the most difficult branch of magic! This made her very happy and even more when she confirmed it was right when the professor came to her and told the exact same thing and told her. She knew she was talented and gifted at something! Oh! she couldn't wait to tell her family this.
STATUS: Pending - Jessamine, 2nd August 2025
- Since you mention the Transfiguration professor ( @Makaio Kāne ) in your application, please owl him to make sure that's okay with him.
STATUS: Pending - Jessamine, 4th August 2025
- To use a spell, we require you have it in your trunk—this applies here, too. Even though it's a fourth-year spell, you are able to purchase the Animal to Water Goblet spell here for a little over a galleon. Please either buy the spell or remove it from your application.
STATUS: Approved - Jessamine, 7th August 2025
Last edited by Lily Bell on 5 Aug 2025, 00:32, edited 2 times in total.
"Being different isn't a bad thing, it means you're brave enough to be yourself"
~Luna Lovegood