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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Crucio (Adult I)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker (year 1)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Foulplay (year 3)
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You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something.
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Crucio (Adult I)
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Reducio
Elmo Break learned the Torture Curse from a restricted book but not just out of curiosity, but rather out of exhaustion. He was tired. Tired of being mocked, ignored and even dismissed. He was tired of wanting someone, hell, anyone to care. He wanted someone to love him. And slowly, bitterly, he learned that they never would. No. They never would.
He didn’t learn Crucio just to use it for rage. Rage was too loud. Too dominant. Elmo was quiet and controlled, and the first time he followed the book’s instructions, it felt like his feelings were taking over. It felt like he was sinking into something dark and sweet, what he considered retribution. He wanted to see someone cry, to see them sob and to twitch. To feel the same pain he had felt night after night, year after year.
And he had no compassion for them. Not in that moment. Not when he practiced it against a training dummy, picturing his stupid older brother that gave him bruises and insults year after year after year! All of it just to make him feel like trash. It wasn’t just him, no. It was all of them. All of his siblings. Every stupid brother of his. Every single person who bullied him throughout his years at Hogwarts. God. No, Crucio was not just a spell to Elmo, it was a way to release what he had felt that he carried in suffering.
Of course, it was never about power. Not to him. In a sense, it was, but he did not want to dominate the world or become feared across the wizarding community. He just wanted someone to flinch the very same way that he flinched himself. He wanted them to feel that sting of being overlooked, belittled and even broken. Crucio gave him that, at least. A sense of protection, some form of way to threaten someone into stopping their heretic ways with him.
Elmo practiced in secret, speaking the incantation every few nights to ensure he got it down pat. He practiced and practiced the wand gesture he’d use since it was pretty much just a ‘point at victim’ move, until he felt it was right, natural and made him seem like someone you wouldn’t want to insult again.
That was all he wanted. His brothers to stop insulting him. For him to stop waking up with something new on his body just because he was a fool to them. He thought about the moment, the day that he would use it on someone, how he’d stand over their body and not smile. Not laugh, just to breathe hard and stare blankly at their writhing body.
Because, someone was hurting, finally. And it wasn’t him.
He didn’t learn Crucio just to use it for rage. Rage was too loud. Too dominant. Elmo was quiet and controlled, and the first time he followed the book’s instructions, it felt like his feelings were taking over. It felt like he was sinking into something dark and sweet, what he considered retribution. He wanted to see someone cry, to see them sob and to twitch. To feel the same pain he had felt night after night, year after year.
And he had no compassion for them. Not in that moment. Not when he practiced it against a training dummy, picturing his stupid older brother that gave him bruises and insults year after year after year! All of it just to make him feel like trash. It wasn’t just him, no. It was all of them. All of his siblings. Every stupid brother of his. Every single person who bullied him throughout his years at Hogwarts. God. No, Crucio was not just a spell to Elmo, it was a way to release what he had felt that he carried in suffering.
Of course, it was never about power. Not to him. In a sense, it was, but he did not want to dominate the world or become feared across the wizarding community. He just wanted someone to flinch the very same way that he flinched himself. He wanted them to feel that sting of being overlooked, belittled and even broken. Crucio gave him that, at least. A sense of protection, some form of way to threaten someone into stopping their heretic ways with him.
Elmo practiced in secret, speaking the incantation every few nights to ensure he got it down pat. He practiced and practiced the wand gesture he’d use since it was pretty much just a ‘point at victim’ move, until he felt it was right, natural and made him seem like someone you wouldn’t want to insult again.
That was all he wanted. His brothers to stop insulting him. For him to stop waking up with something new on his body just because he was a fool to them. He thought about the moment, the day that he would use it on someone, how he’d stand over their body and not smile. Not laugh, just to breathe hard and stare blankly at their writhing body.
Because, someone was hurting, finally. And it wasn’t him.
STATUS: Approved - Jess, 5th October 2025
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker (year 1)
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Reducio
Wand: 12.7 cm cherry wood and white river monster spine | Springy
Elmo was young. He did not do much except go off on his own with his grandmother when his parents were looking for stuff for his siblings with a fist full of money. He got a wand from Ollivanders, sure, but he sure as hell did not like the wand he was given. He wanted a new one. There was nothing cool about having a wand with unicorn hair! That was horrid! He’d run the risk of getting bullied even more by his own siblings if he had to keep the wand that he had!
He simply shoved the previous wand back across the counter and demanded for a new one. He got a new wand, this one allegedly different, the wood was definitely different in color, but he didn’t know what the core was. He couldn’t see the core.
“Cherry wood, sir.”
Elmo looked at it up and down and had a confused look on his face. “What does that mean?” He asked, but the shopkeeper didn’t answer. The older kid that was in there shopping as well turned and spoke, “It means it looks for people who look for power through force.” Elmo couldn’t help but look amazed. The wood of the wand had that sort of meaning? He could push back! He could finally teach his brothers a lesson! He’d be powerful and cool! He wanted this. He was so tired of being punched and kicked. Of being made fun of. He could force them into submitting, into swearing that he wouldn’t be hurt anymore! This wand was good! Oh gosh!
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He looked at the length of the wand next. “... How long is it sir?”
“12.7 centimetres, mister Break.” Elmo stared at the wand like it had betrayed him in some ungodly way. Five inches, that was literally it. What in the godforsaken hell did this wand do to deserve being that short. Five inches of cherry wood. It didn’t even feel heavy. It didn’t feel heavy enough to carry around any sort of power, much less the kind of power he wanted. It was like some form of a joke. Like he was being mocked by the unforgiving gods.
He imagined his four brothers seeing it, all of them snorting and elbowing each other and making fun of him and of the sight of the cherry wood.
Short wand, short character. Maybe that was the truth, maybe Elmo was not destined to a life of greatness if he was meant to be an angry, or tired child. To be a kid that wanted to punch back harder than he got hit. The wand must’ve somehow felt that. It had to, there was no other explanation. He gripped it tighter. If this wand wanted to imply he was short in character, then he would make up for it in force. If this wand could somehow feel pain, he hoped the squeezing would make it feel pain.
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He bent his wand just to test its flexibility, and upon pushing down the wood and releasing his touch, it sprang back like the spring that acts as a buffer between the wall and the door. He wondered what that meant. He held the wand like it’d bite him, distant from his face, like he was holding a spider away from him. Elmo grumbled, damned wand being too short, but had a really good wood? Now this? Was this all some sort of joke! Was he the universe’s fool?
No. He was. He was not acting properly in someone else’s place of business and he needed to. Yes. He turned towards the shopkeeper and pulled the wand closer. “That’s cool. Thank you. What is the core?”
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He got a response. “White River Monster Spine.”
He only met his response with a look of pure confusion. “The fish?” He was not sure exactly what that meant. The kid near him that spoke to him earlier spoke up. “They (the core) seem to like rich people. Are you rich?” Well, he wasn’t rich on hand perse, but he knew his family had a ton of money. They had a manor and even house elves! Poor people couldn’t get such a luxury… right?
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Elmo was young. He did not do much except go off on his own with his grandmother when his parents were looking for stuff for his siblings with a fist full of money. He got a wand from Ollivanders, sure, but he sure as hell did not like the wand he was given. He wanted a new one. There was nothing cool about having a wand with unicorn hair! That was horrid! He’d run the risk of getting bullied even more by his own siblings if he had to keep the wand that he had!
He simply shoved the previous wand back across the counter and demanded for a new one. He got a new wand, this one allegedly different, the wood was definitely different in color, but he didn’t know what the core was. He couldn’t see the core.
“Cherry wood, sir.”
Elmo looked at it up and down and had a confused look on his face. “What does that mean?” He asked, but the shopkeeper didn’t answer. The older kid that was in there shopping as well turned and spoke, “It means it looks for people who look for power through force.” Elmo couldn’t help but look amazed. The wood of the wand had that sort of meaning? He could push back! He could finally teach his brothers a lesson! He’d be powerful and cool! He wanted this. He was so tired of being punched and kicked. Of being made fun of. He could force them into submitting, into swearing that he wouldn’t be hurt anymore! This wand was good! Oh gosh!
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He looked at the length of the wand next. “... How long is it sir?”
“12.7 centimetres, mister Break.” Elmo stared at the wand like it had betrayed him in some ungodly way. Five inches, that was literally it. What in the godforsaken hell did this wand do to deserve being that short. Five inches of cherry wood. It didn’t even feel heavy. It didn’t feel heavy enough to carry around any sort of power, much less the kind of power he wanted. It was like some form of a joke. Like he was being mocked by the unforgiving gods.
He imagined his four brothers seeing it, all of them snorting and elbowing each other and making fun of him and of the sight of the cherry wood.
Short wand, short character. Maybe that was the truth, maybe Elmo was not destined to a life of greatness if he was meant to be an angry, or tired child. To be a kid that wanted to punch back harder than he got hit. The wand must’ve somehow felt that. It had to, there was no other explanation. He gripped it tighter. If this wand wanted to imply he was short in character, then he would make up for it in force. If this wand could somehow feel pain, he hoped the squeezing would make it feel pain.
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He bent his wand just to test its flexibility, and upon pushing down the wood and releasing his touch, it sprang back like the spring that acts as a buffer between the wall and the door. He wondered what that meant. He held the wand like it’d bite him, distant from his face, like he was holding a spider away from him. Elmo grumbled, damned wand being too short, but had a really good wood? Now this? Was this all some sort of joke! Was he the universe’s fool?
No. He was. He was not acting properly in someone else’s place of business and he needed to. Yes. He turned towards the shopkeeper and pulled the wand closer. “That’s cool. Thank you. What is the core?”
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He got a response. “White River Monster Spine.”
He only met his response with a look of pure confusion. “The fish?” He was not sure exactly what that meant. The kid near him that spoke to him earlier spoke up. “They (the core) seem to like rich people. Are you rich?” Well, he wasn’t rich on hand perse, but he knew his family had a ton of money. They had a manor and even house elves! Poor people couldn’t get such a luxury… right?
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STATUS: Pending - Jess, 5th October 2025
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STATUS: Approved - Jess, 5th October 2025
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Foulplay (year 3)
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Reducio
Elmo had to cheat to get his way. His brothers weren’t going to allow him to do otherwise. The moment one hopped onto the broom in their little game of mini-quidditch practice in the yard, Elmo knew the rules weren’t going to be followed. He knew the rules, and he knew his brothers knew the rules. However, unlike every other day where he was typically hit with some sort of spell or hex or jinx, he had actually managed to put a crack into his youngest brother’s broom, knowing it would eventually crack, and that was the intention. It was whole-heartedly the purpose when Elmo was appointed the Seeker of their little game while all four of them got to be beaters. This little warped and knockoff game they dared to call Quidditch.
When they all took off to the skies and Elmo began chasing after the golden snitch that he had to catch, all the boys were hollering and whooping as they began to hit the bludger back and forth, each one calling Elmo’s attention as if Elmo needed to turn around and be met with the iron ball to his face.
Without even turning, he kept his concentration on the golden ball with wings and gave a tiny little smirk to no one except the air when he heard a loud crack and a scream as one of them crashed onto the ground. The other three turned around to go check on their youngest sibling. Elmo kept going until he caught the golden snitch before he turned around to see a dangerous glare from his youngest brother on the ground. Elmo put on his best face of worry. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Did you check your broom? You should’ve checked your broom!” He heard a few ‘let me at him’ from the ones that didn’t slam into the ground, and Elmo heard enough. He threw down the broom and ran straight towards the house, the other ones following close behind, leaving the youngest brother in the yard.
His smile returned to his face only briefly, happy that he cheated just a tiny bit by tampering with his sibling’s broom. He committed a foul and could’ve killed his brother, but that point didn’t matter, not to him. What mattered was that he cheated despite his own siblings warping the rules of quidditch to benefit them and him cheating was over the line?
Elmo killed the smile as he slammed into the wall of the manor and prepared himself for a punch, only to be saved by their house elf telling everyone it was time for lunch. “Thanks Earkling, um. Ozzy’s out there and I think I broke his leg.”
When they all took off to the skies and Elmo began chasing after the golden snitch that he had to catch, all the boys were hollering and whooping as they began to hit the bludger back and forth, each one calling Elmo’s attention as if Elmo needed to turn around and be met with the iron ball to his face.
Without even turning, he kept his concentration on the golden ball with wings and gave a tiny little smirk to no one except the air when he heard a loud crack and a scream as one of them crashed onto the ground. The other three turned around to go check on their youngest sibling. Elmo kept going until he caught the golden snitch before he turned around to see a dangerous glare from his youngest brother on the ground. Elmo put on his best face of worry. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Did you check your broom? You should’ve checked your broom!” He heard a few ‘let me at him’ from the ones that didn’t slam into the ground, and Elmo heard enough. He threw down the broom and ran straight towards the house, the other ones following close behind, leaving the youngest brother in the yard.
His smile returned to his face only briefly, happy that he cheated just a tiny bit by tampering with his sibling’s broom. He committed a foul and could’ve killed his brother, but that point didn’t matter, not to him. What mattered was that he cheated despite his own siblings warping the rules of quidditch to benefit them and him cheating was over the line?
Elmo killed the smile as he slammed into the wall of the manor and prepared himself for a punch, only to be saved by their house elf telling everyone it was time for lunch. “Thanks Earkling, um. Ozzy’s out there and I think I broke his leg.”
STATUS: Approved - Jess, 5th October 2025
You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something.
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Statistically Relevant [+2 Arc Power]
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You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something.
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
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Reducio
Elmo had a fear of spiders, he wasn’t going to go near it, he didn’t want to. Of course, it all stopped one fateful day. This fateful day in question was on Elmo’s 13th birthday. His brothers specifically requested for a few large tubs and for some animals, animals that Elmo was not a fan of. They got two large tubs, but they did not get as many animals as they anticipated. They got one spider, but this one was juicy. It was a hairy tarantula that was the size of their fist.
They also got snakes, but snakes did not bother Elmo. No. Elmo was going to sleep that night when he woke up trapped inside a box, the tub that was requested. He tried to push the top up, but no matter how hard he tried, the external force of his brothers sitting on the lid kept him sealed in. Not too long after, Elmo began to feel something hairy crawl up his legs and his heart began to race.
Oh god. Please. No.
He felt like he was sweating profusely. Please, don’t be a spider. His heart only raced harder as he felt it crawling further up his body until it got to his face. Elmo clamped his mouth shut and hoped that the spider couldn’t enter any canals in his face. He watched it crawl further across his face, watching the underbelly, and with an internal deep breath, he closed his eyes and tried his hardest to think of it, not as a threat, but as a companion. After he felt it crawl into his hair, he decided not to think of it as a companion but as a squished bug. Oh god.
He kept taking a breath, tried to cool his mind. And with a quick backhanded slap at the sensation of creepycrawling through his hair in the cramped bin, he felt goo soak into his hair and cover the back of his hand. But it wasn’t moving. He yelled instead. “Open the box! The spider is dead!”
Milo peeled the lid off and looked down to see the deceased squished creature in his hair and looked annoyed. “You didn’t have to kill it! That was our new pet!” Elmo stood up and looked him in the eye. “I don’t care if it was a pet. You wanted it to torture me? Damn you to hell. Damn you all!” He exclaimed, not bothering to wash off his hair. He hopped into his bed and out of his pillowcase came a hissing sound and a slither. Elmo grumbled, staring at the brothers. “Are you serious? A snake? I’m not scared of a snake! And after tonight, I don’t think I’m afraid of spiders either, because now I’ll just picture your face when I kill it. Stupid jerks.” He grabbed the snake and tossed it on the ground.
They also got snakes, but snakes did not bother Elmo. No. Elmo was going to sleep that night when he woke up trapped inside a box, the tub that was requested. He tried to push the top up, but no matter how hard he tried, the external force of his brothers sitting on the lid kept him sealed in. Not too long after, Elmo began to feel something hairy crawl up his legs and his heart began to race.
Oh god. Please. No.
He felt like he was sweating profusely. Please, don’t be a spider. His heart only raced harder as he felt it crawling further up his body until it got to his face. Elmo clamped his mouth shut and hoped that the spider couldn’t enter any canals in his face. He watched it crawl further across his face, watching the underbelly, and with an internal deep breath, he closed his eyes and tried his hardest to think of it, not as a threat, but as a companion. After he felt it crawl into his hair, he decided not to think of it as a companion but as a squished bug. Oh god.
He kept taking a breath, tried to cool his mind. And with a quick backhanded slap at the sensation of creepycrawling through his hair in the cramped bin, he felt goo soak into his hair and cover the back of his hand. But it wasn’t moving. He yelled instead. “Open the box! The spider is dead!”
Milo peeled the lid off and looked down to see the deceased squished creature in his hair and looked annoyed. “You didn’t have to kill it! That was our new pet!” Elmo stood up and looked him in the eye. “I don’t care if it was a pet. You wanted it to torture me? Damn you to hell. Damn you all!” He exclaimed, not bothering to wash off his hair. He hopped into his bed and out of his pillowcase came a hissing sound and a slither. Elmo grumbled, staring at the brothers. “Are you serious? A snake? I’m not scared of a snake! And after tonight, I don’t think I’m afraid of spiders either, because now I’ll just picture your face when I kill it. Stupid jerks.” He grabbed the snake and tossed it on the ground.
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Reducio
Elmo needed to step up his game. Not for the sake of duelling one another just for fame or glory, but rather for the sake of protection, for defending himself. He would spend hours upon hours practicing his spellcasting, not to perfect it, but rather to try and increase the intensity. He had read that the more one practiced spells, the better they were at inflicting physical damage magically. The source for that little nugget that was put into his thoughts was really just from a magazine he peeked at in a store at Hogsmeade when he last visited.
With his wand out, he figured he might as well cast the sneezing spell, or rather, practice it continuously. He had a training dummy, so all the focus would go on the dummy, this way, he did not have to run the risk of being busted, caught, trapped, or noogied by his brothers, and he most certainly did not want any sort of punishment by his parents, so he was going to practice on the training dummy.
Maybe he could get one of their House Elves in here. No, he could wait. He could’ve swore that he had once seen a fourth year cast the sneezing hex on another student one time, so despite it not being the most intimidating spell in his wheelhouse, he knew that it had its uses. It was capable of disrupting a duel, to throw off someone’s aim and even break their concentration. It was perfect!
He narrowed his eyes and cast the sneezing hex on repeat, “Steleus.” Every few seconds after casting was a moment to examine and see how badly the training dummy would wobble. It couldn’t physically sneeze, so his only indication was the wobbling. Every amount of concentration that he would spend on the spell would, if it were incremental, increase the wobbling speed. If he decreased his concentration, it only got weaker.
So what he found that he needed to do was put in as much concentration as he was legally allowed to and give every cast everything he could even muster.
He wanted to experiment on the house elf. “Yef!” Elmo called out loudly. “Yef! My room! Now!”
He seemed rather demanding, but he needed to put his theory to actual practical use, a training dummy couldn’t sneeze, but a living creature could. What better way to test than on a living, disgusting little gremlin?
He focused as much as he possibly could, directing the aim towards Yef as he walked through the doorway and with a soft incant, “Steleus.” Elmo focused hard. As a result, Yef began to violently sneeze, finding himself unable to stop. He watched as the house elf turn redder than a tomato trying to catch his breath.
He knew the spell was going to wear off, so he let up on the concentration and just continued watching him, seeing that the amount of concentration he put into this casting was only proof that he can, in fact, make spells stronger than anyone might desire.
With his wand out, he figured he might as well cast the sneezing spell, or rather, practice it continuously. He had a training dummy, so all the focus would go on the dummy, this way, he did not have to run the risk of being busted, caught, trapped, or noogied by his brothers, and he most certainly did not want any sort of punishment by his parents, so he was going to practice on the training dummy.
Maybe he could get one of their House Elves in here. No, he could wait. He could’ve swore that he had once seen a fourth year cast the sneezing hex on another student one time, so despite it not being the most intimidating spell in his wheelhouse, he knew that it had its uses. It was capable of disrupting a duel, to throw off someone’s aim and even break their concentration. It was perfect!
He narrowed his eyes and cast the sneezing hex on repeat, “Steleus.” Every few seconds after casting was a moment to examine and see how badly the training dummy would wobble. It couldn’t physically sneeze, so his only indication was the wobbling. Every amount of concentration that he would spend on the spell would, if it were incremental, increase the wobbling speed. If he decreased his concentration, it only got weaker.
So what he found that he needed to do was put in as much concentration as he was legally allowed to and give every cast everything he could even muster.
He wanted to experiment on the house elf. “Yef!” Elmo called out loudly. “Yef! My room! Now!”
He seemed rather demanding, but he needed to put his theory to actual practical use, a training dummy couldn’t sneeze, but a living creature could. What better way to test than on a living, disgusting little gremlin?
He focused as much as he possibly could, directing the aim towards Yef as he walked through the doorway and with a soft incant, “Steleus.” Elmo focused hard. As a result, Yef began to violently sneeze, finding himself unable to stop. He watched as the house elf turn redder than a tomato trying to catch his breath.
He knew the spell was going to wear off, so he let up on the concentration and just continued watching him, seeing that the amount of concentration he put into this casting was only proof that he can, in fact, make spells stronger than anyone might desire.
STATUS: Pending - Meiyu, 6th October
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STATUS: Approved - Meiyu, 6th October
You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something.
Ability Applications
ency link: boop
ability name: charmer (year 1)
justification:ReducioGenerally unpleasant and a hassle to be around, Jessamine still finds a way to weasel herself into conversations before she's either told off or departing with a conniving goodbye. She operates with a constant raised eyebrow and a look like she knows some deep-seated secret about her target for the day. More than likely, she knows absolutely nothing and is flying by the seat of her own pants just to make them as uncomfortable as possible. And it usually ends up working for her. However, one might think that eluding Jessamine would be easy. Just steer clear of her in the halls, avoid eye contact, or simply brush her off when she approaches. But it's not so easy to escape her.
Jessamine was raised around schemers and schmoozers. She was largely kept out of their world due to her illegitimacy and her youth (she didn't know which one was the greater contributing factor), but the behaviors of her parents and her siblings were easy to pick up on. Listening to their conversations in the tea room or eavesdropping on the transactions going on behind the closed doors of her father's office became a norm for her and taking pointers from their attitudes were much more fun than her private tutoring. She learned the art of buttering someone up to close a deal before she even understood what deals were. It was all in disarming someone with a charming smile or kind words before going in for the strike. Er, the strike in terms of business, of course.
Jessamine's charm lies in the art of distraction. It's not just a pretty smile - though that certainly gives her a stark advantage. It's a calculated performance that gives off the impression of intense and flattering focus. When engaged with her target, the teasing nature that is sure to come out after a few bouts of conversation is reined in and turned into razor-sharp wit that makes the other side of the engagement feeling clever for keeping up. With her talent for picking up on what exactly motivates a person, she has a knack for reflecting their own desires back at them. She offers validation or a sympathy for a shared grievance, both of which are always uniquely tailored. Her head tilts in faux fascination, making them feel like they're the most interesting person in the room. This focus is the bait, the distraction, which disorients the target and makes them vulnerable to her true intentions.
So while Jessamine had no use for commerce like her parents at Hogwarts, she found it fun to use the skills she'd learned just to mess with people. It was definitely a cry for attention from her parents, a hope that someone would report her for being a nuisance, causing an owl to be sent home. But an owl would just land on their desks and they would skim it without caring, or be handled by the house elves so that her parents would never even hear of it. Maybe a suspension would be better. That would force her parents to take notice.
But for all that to take place, Jessamine couldn't just be her natural, irritating self. She had to be someone people wanted to talk to. Someone people wouldn't avoid. So she put everything she learned from her parents and siblings into practice and approached her targets as if she wanted to befriend them or provide for them something they could benefit from. For the rich ones, she appeared just haughty enough so she could be on their level, but never haughtier than them to make it seem like she knew she was beneath them. For the others, being nice was enough to suffice.STATUS: Pending - Meiyu, 6th October
- Please elaborate on how Jessamine is a Charmer.
- Charmer: You are just distracting. Distracting to look at perhaps. Maybe it is your wit or your charm, your grace or something else about you that is intangible but absolutely present.ability name: fearless (year 2)STATUS: Approved - Meiyu, 11th October
justification:ReducioJessamine wore many masks to get what she wanted, and the one she wore the most seemed to be absolute fearlessness. But if someone were to look closer, this wasn't a mask at all. It was perhaps a glimpse at her truest self, a being that she rarely ever showcased. It was not a performance for her family in drawing rooms, nor was it the polite smile she plastered on before she bothered an innocent bystander. This was her most authentic face, and the one that could put her in the most danger. But that was exactly what Jessamine wanted, wasn't it? For she knew that true fear didn't come from witnessing a boggart in a wardrobe or whatever howled in the Forbidden Forest at night. Instead, it was what she used to feel when she experienced the chilling indifference of her own family.
Her fearlessness was not the absence of flight in the fight or flight equation. It was a calculated reassignment of it. She had been scared from the moment she was born - scared of being forgotten, scared of being excluded from the Hemlock inheritance, scared of being found wanting for it, scared that the polite contempt from her family was all she would ever deserve. She was only a child, not even a teenager yet, but she had already grown accustomed to the dread of irrelevance which made more direct dangers feel like amateurish theatrics. She had come face to face with dragons in human form since infancy so the creature kind held little sway.
From the second she stepped foot in Hogwarts castle, Jessamine wielded her 'bravery' as a weapon, the perfect tool for pot-stirring. It allowed her to act calmly in situations where others hesitated, and allowed her to see danger not for what it was, but as an opportunity for chaos - chaos that just might have rippled all the way back to the frigid corridors of her home. To her, disruptive dares weren't meant to be shied away from. They were invitations to up the ante, pushing boundaries until those in authority took notice. And this facet of her personality was what had made her so charming in the first place. When people were disarmed, they became predictable and Jessamine could look past any obvious defenses to find the vulnerabilities beneath, but she needed to be fearless to even approach her targets, many of who could hex her to kingdom come if they wanted.
Being fearless is Jessamine's defiance. Her family valued reputation above all else, so her own refusal to be daunted by scandal, dark creatures, or social repercussions was an easy method for rebellion. If her parents would not turn their heads to utter love, she would force them to turn their heads to witness her sheer audacity. She would make herself so troublesome that one day, the lectures and warnings wouldn't come from a house-elf passing on a message, but a parent who was finally forced to look her in the eye.ability name: wandmaker/wampus cat hair core (year 3)STATUS: Approved - Meiyu, 6th October
justification:Reduciowampus cat hair core: Her gaze is direct, always making eye contact so that she can pick up on any shake of her target's pupils. She is always listening out for even the vaguest of stutters in their words. Jessamine could not claim to be a Legilimens, but she was quite adept at picking up on the true intentions and thoughts of other people. Though, she mostly used this skill to get under their skin instead of attaining practical benefits. She learned this talent in the halls of her own home. With nothing to do as a child and no one to pay attention to her but the house elves, she observed the way her parents moved when they brought guests over for what they called social gatherings, but were really business deals and networking opportunities in which the Hemlocks always succeeded at getting what they wanted. Because of the heed she gave her parents, Jessamine knew the right way to approach people, and the right way to get what she wanted out of them before making them pay for giving her any regard at all. She was charming enough to capture someone for a conversation, and vindictive enough to turn it against them. (202/50)
spruce wood: Jessamine does not hesitate. She sees dithering as a weakness, a loss of control over the situation. The bird enjoys being ten steps ahead just so every action of hers appears decisive and resolute. People are more likely to play along with someone who never stutters, whose every move appears influential. In addition, her actions are never small. Every gesture of her arm is ostentatious, every sigh theatrical. And most of all, Jessamine is never one to take things too seriously. If she couldn't laugh off what others threw at her, she would never survive being herself. (97/50)
13in, 33.02cm length: Jessamine has a fondness for bright, explosive magic. The more colorful her cast is, the more fanfare that accompanies it, the happier she is. It mirrors the flamboyance of her personality, her love for theatrics and being the main character in every situation. Once could say that the intention behind her acting out - getting the attention of her parents - is a tad bit overdramatic. (64/50)
swishy flexibility: In conversation, Jessamine thinks on the fly. She never goes in with a plan and adapts based on her target's mood and personality. This is how she thinks on the duelling stage as well. The bird is not one for strategizing before a match and will nod off when her teammates are at the drawing board. But when she's on the piste, her eyes are like a hawk, searching for tells that can inform what spell she should cast. (76/50)
acquisition: Jessamine's first wand was a poor match for her. It could not make up its mind on whether it should produce big, flashy spells that she liked or boring refined ones that were incredibly dull. And it was too volatile in her hands, prone to backfiring on her because she simply couldn't will it to control itself. For the first two years of schooling, she wondered if she should just tough it out. Endure the rough teenage period so it could come out the other end mature and ready to do her bidding. But after a second year full of duelling losses, Jessamine was ready to give up on it.
The wandmaker who she'd gone to for her first wand had matched her with a Thunderbird Tail Feather core, and at the time it sounded like the perfect one for her. She was indeed persistent and didn't know the definition of the word 'quit'. And she had been interested in wizard sports since she was young. There was no reason to suspect that anything would go awry. But that damned Walnut wood just refused to work with her. There was no 'intelligence' there for it to feed on, she thought.
And once Jessamine couldn't deal with three lost duels in a row, she absolutely learned how to quit, hassling her parents to buy her a new wand. Another's parents might find this wasteful. They might've told their child to find new ways to connect with the wand. Jessamine's parents absent-mindedly placed some galleons in an envelope, gave it to a house elf, and told them to carry Jessamine to another wandmaker in London. The second wand was easy to fashion. The wandmaker only needed to hear her chat for a few minutes before he wrote down a custom order and told her to be back within the week. The amount of galleons covered express service, of course. (320)coding:STATUS: Approved - Meiyu, 6th OctoberReducioCode: Select all
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Keen Eye
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Keen Eye
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The car rattled down the gravel drive, sunlight flashing off the side mirrors. Willow leaned out the back window, breathing in the warm air and the faint smell of hay. Her father hummed along to the radio, drumming his fingers on the dashboard.
They pulled up beside the barn, chickens scattering as usual. Willow hopped out, already calling toward the farmhouse.
“Mom! We’re back!”
Her mother appeared in the doorway, flour streaked across her cheek and exasperation in her eyes. “Good. Maybe you two can help—your brother’s lost the truck key again.”
Her father groaned. “Again?”
“Again,” she confirmed.
Thomas emerged from the barn, sheepish. “I had it when I unloaded the feed, I swear.”
Willow smirked. “You sure you didn’t feed it to the chickens?”
Her mother shook her head and went back inside. “Find it quickly before I start using charms to glue things to you all.”
Her father nudged Willow. “Go on, give us a hand. Maybe you’ll see something we missed.”
She didn’t need telling twice. Searching for lost things had always felt like a game to her. While her father and brother stomped about and lifted hay bales, Willow walked slowly, scanning the ground with steady patience. She didn’t rush. She looked carefully, the way her mother always said she did—closer than most people.
The porch table was cluttered with mugs, a flowerpot, and the town paper—no key. By the feed sacks, Thomas was muttering, shoving his hands through the dirt. Willow crouched beside him, letting her gaze drift.
Something about the tire tracks made her pause. The way the sunlight hit them seemed… off. She leaned closer, brushing her fingers across the gravel.
There.
A faint metallic edge, half-buried beneath the stones.
Willow grinned, digging it out. The truck key gleamed in her palm, dusty but whole.
“Found it!” she shouted.
Thomas spun. “No way—I looked there!”
“You did,” Willow said simply, handing it over. “You just didn’t see it.”
Her father whistled. “You’ve got eyes like an eagle, kiddo. I’d never have spotted that.”
From the kitchen window, her mother laughed in relief. “Next time I lose my wand, I’m sending Willow.”
Willow ducked her head, but pride bubbled warm in her chest. It wasn’t luck. She hadn’t stumbled across it. She’d seen it—like her eyes had been drawn to the exact spot, the way they always were when something was hidden.
It had been this way for years, she realized. She was the one who found the chicks that wandered too far, the buttons that slipped between floorboards, the small things her family swore had vanished forever. Everyone teased her about her “hawk eyes,” but standing there with the key in her hand, Willow felt something deeper stirring.
Maybe it wasn’t just a trick of the light. Maybe it was part of her.
She lingered by the gravel while her brother climbed into the truck, still shaking his head. The sun slid lower, throwing long shadows across the yard. Willow crouched again, peering into the dirt. Nothing was there now, but she could still feel it—that sharp tug in her gaze, that quiet awareness of what others missed.
She stood, brushing off her knees, and started toward the house. A flicker near the barn door caught her attention: a scrap of foil from her father’s sandwich wrapper, nearly hidden under straw. Her eyes found it instantly, like they couldn’t help themselves.
She laughed softly.
Her world hadn’t changed—same fields, same chickens, same chores—but she had. Something had awakened.
Because Willow Hartwell didn’t just look at things.
She found them.
And when she left for Hogwarts that autumn, she’d carry that gift with her—the certainty that nothing truly stayed hidden when she was around.
They pulled up beside the barn, chickens scattering as usual. Willow hopped out, already calling toward the farmhouse.
“Mom! We’re back!”
Her mother appeared in the doorway, flour streaked across her cheek and exasperation in her eyes. “Good. Maybe you two can help—your brother’s lost the truck key again.”
Her father groaned. “Again?”
“Again,” she confirmed.
Thomas emerged from the barn, sheepish. “I had it when I unloaded the feed, I swear.”
Willow smirked. “You sure you didn’t feed it to the chickens?”
Her mother shook her head and went back inside. “Find it quickly before I start using charms to glue things to you all.”
Her father nudged Willow. “Go on, give us a hand. Maybe you’ll see something we missed.”
She didn’t need telling twice. Searching for lost things had always felt like a game to her. While her father and brother stomped about and lifted hay bales, Willow walked slowly, scanning the ground with steady patience. She didn’t rush. She looked carefully, the way her mother always said she did—closer than most people.
The porch table was cluttered with mugs, a flowerpot, and the town paper—no key. By the feed sacks, Thomas was muttering, shoving his hands through the dirt. Willow crouched beside him, letting her gaze drift.
Something about the tire tracks made her pause. The way the sunlight hit them seemed… off. She leaned closer, brushing her fingers across the gravel.
There.
A faint metallic edge, half-buried beneath the stones.
Willow grinned, digging it out. The truck key gleamed in her palm, dusty but whole.
“Found it!” she shouted.
Thomas spun. “No way—I looked there!”
“You did,” Willow said simply, handing it over. “You just didn’t see it.”
Her father whistled. “You’ve got eyes like an eagle, kiddo. I’d never have spotted that.”
From the kitchen window, her mother laughed in relief. “Next time I lose my wand, I’m sending Willow.”
Willow ducked her head, but pride bubbled warm in her chest. It wasn’t luck. She hadn’t stumbled across it. She’d seen it—like her eyes had been drawn to the exact spot, the way they always were when something was hidden.
It had been this way for years, she realized. She was the one who found the chicks that wandered too far, the buttons that slipped between floorboards, the small things her family swore had vanished forever. Everyone teased her about her “hawk eyes,” but standing there with the key in her hand, Willow felt something deeper stirring.
Maybe it wasn’t just a trick of the light. Maybe it was part of her.
She lingered by the gravel while her brother climbed into the truck, still shaking his head. The sun slid lower, throwing long shadows across the yard. Willow crouched again, peering into the dirt. Nothing was there now, but she could still feel it—that sharp tug in her gaze, that quiet awareness of what others missed.
She stood, brushing off her knees, and started toward the house. A flicker near the barn door caught her attention: a scrap of foil from her father’s sandwich wrapper, nearly hidden under straw. Her eyes found it instantly, like they couldn’t help themselves.
She laughed softly.
Her world hadn’t changed—same fields, same chickens, same chores—but she had. Something had awakened.
Because Willow Hartwell didn’t just look at things.
She found them.
And when she left for Hogwarts that autumn, she’d carry that gift with her—the certainty that nothing truly stayed hidden when she was around.
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STATUS: Denied, Sage, October 6th
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker!
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Aquisition: While strolling in Hogsmeade just before the summer started, Avis walked past a really dilapidated house with some nice peeling paint and a broken stair. It was sort of out of place among a bunch of nice houses, so Avis felt bad and the next week came back with some paint and a slab of wood, and a nice old witch sitting on a rickety chair on the front porch. Avis waved and walked past. The next week, she brought a hard caramel to the witch and learned her name - Louisa, and the two began a routine, bonding over their love of caramel: Avis would purchase the candies for the lady, and Louisa would pay her back in cookies and sweets. The summer soon started, and Avis' father decided to teach her how to do carpentry. He allowed her to make anything she wanted, and for lack of anything better to do, Avis decided to make Louisa a rocking chair. After all, a nice old lady sitting on a stagnant chair on the porch was decidedly sad. It was a pretty swell chair, and Avis and her father dropped it off at Louisa's house soon before the second year started. Louisa was overjoyed and spoke about the "sweet little witch" to her son, a wandmaker. He, eventually, decided to make a wand for Avis to thank her, but mostly because his mom kept badgering him to.
Wand Wood: Ash. Avis values loyalty above almost anything else. If you hurt her, she will feel that pain for a very long tine. Similarly, she will never betray or stab one of her friends in the back, a fact which she hopes they all know. She is also stubborn, at least of her values. She won't stray from her morals, but she won't listen to others' rules.
Wand Core: Phoenix Feather. This wand was going to choose Avis, whether it had a say in the matter or not, even if it took years, Avis was going to earn it's trust. Her stubborness and independence caused this process to thankfully not take that long. She wasn't going to ask advice from anyone-she didn't need her help. This was he wand, and they would figure it out together.
Wand Length: Avis's wand is not long nor short, but sits at a strangely specific 27.3952 cm. Avis isn't necessarily dramatic in any way; her spells are just that, spells. There isn't anything inherently super cool about them, and Avis would prefer there wasn't, anyway. Exaggeration and dramatics were for those who aren't satisfied with reality. But she wasn't refined, either. Her magic was just that - hers. She didn't bother with following the textbook to the letter, and much of her learning was not in class but after, in trial by fire. That's sure to go well for her later in life. No, Avis wasn't dramatic nor refined, but she was one thing - precise. Once she figured out her spells, they became the exact same every time. Her homework was neat, her answers specific. Vaguery helped no one, and Avis hated uncertainty.
Wand Flexibility: Pliant. Similar to Avis' length, her flexibility is also right in the middle. On small things - projects, sports, clubs, Avis in very adaptable, switching from one thing to the next and adapting in a minute. Her core values, however, are unchanging, and it would truly cause a crisis for Avis if one of them was proven wrong. She would have no idea how to comprehend or move foreward from there.
Aquisition: While strolling in Hogsmeade just before the summer started, Avis walked past a really dilapidated house with some nice peeling paint and a broken stair. It was sort of out of place among a bunch of nice houses, so Avis felt bad and the next week came back with some paint and a slab of wood, and a nice old witch sitting on a rickety chair on the front porch. Avis waved and walked past. The next week, she brought a hard caramel to the witch and learned her name - Louisa, and the two began a routine, bonding over their love of caramel: Avis would purchase the candies for the lady, and Louisa would pay her back in cookies and sweets. The summer soon started, and Avis' father decided to teach her how to do carpentry. He allowed her to make anything she wanted, and for lack of anything better to do, Avis decided to make Louisa a rocking chair. After all, a nice old lady sitting on a stagnant chair on the porch was decidedly sad. It was a pretty swell chair, and Avis and her father dropped it off at Louisa's house soon before the second year started. Louisa was overjoyed and spoke about the "sweet little witch" to her son, a wandmaker. He, eventually, decided to make a wand for Avis to thank her, but mostly because his mom kept badgering him to.
Wand Wood: Ash. Avis values loyalty above almost anything else. If you hurt her, she will feel that pain for a very long tine. Similarly, she will never betray or stab one of her friends in the back, a fact which she hopes they all know. She is also stubborn, at least of her values. She won't stray from her morals, but she won't listen to others' rules.
Wand Core: Phoenix Feather. This wand was going to choose Avis, whether it had a say in the matter or not, even if it took years, Avis was going to earn it's trust. Her stubborness and independence caused this process to thankfully not take that long. She wasn't going to ask advice from anyone-she didn't need her help. This was he wand, and they would figure it out together.
Wand Length: Avis's wand is not long nor short, but sits at a strangely specific 27.3952 cm. Avis isn't necessarily dramatic in any way; her spells are just that, spells. There isn't anything inherently super cool about them, and Avis would prefer there wasn't, anyway. Exaggeration and dramatics were for those who aren't satisfied with reality. But she wasn't refined, either. Her magic was just that - hers. She didn't bother with following the textbook to the letter, and much of her learning was not in class but after, in trial by fire. That's sure to go well for her later in life. No, Avis wasn't dramatic nor refined, but she was one thing - precise. Once she figured out her spells, they became the exact same every time. Her homework was neat, her answers specific. Vaguery helped no one, and Avis hated uncertainty.
Wand Flexibility: Pliant. Similar to Avis' length, her flexibility is also right in the middle. On small things - projects, sports, clubs, Avis in very adaptable, switching from one thing to the next and adapting in a minute. Her core values, however, are unchanging, and it would truly cause a crisis for Avis if one of them was proven wrong. She would have no idea how to comprehend or move foreward from there.
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 8th
Avis Marlong | ”She won't cry or beg for help...she'll isolate from the world and fight her own demons so that nobody can throw it in her face later.” |
"The odds of hitting your target increase dramatically when you aim at it." Benji Marecos |
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal History of Magic Learner
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iNPC: Alexander Whitlock
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal History of Magic Learner
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Since she was little, Angel O’Connor had been fascinated by all the stories she was told about magical history. Her parents, who were both former Hogwarts students her parents would often share tales of famous witches and wizards, ancient spells, and the founding of Hogwarts everything she was hearing about the different tales she was told she would listen intently to their words she found it fascinating and wanted know more about magical history. Even before she could truly understand magic, she knew she wanted to be a part of that world. The moment she learned to read, a new kind of magic opened to her the kind that only lived in books. Her parents would always gift her a new book about the history of magic and would watch on as she spent hours reading her mind filled with wonder. No matter how advanced the books were She devoured every word the pages held. She would often lose track of time reading as she felt the real world fading away as her imagination took her to the different eras she had been reading about. She could almost feel like she was actually living during those times she found It all fascinating. They both saw that their daughter possessed a rare blend of intellect and courage, a heart that longed to understand magic deeply, not just to use it but to understand what it was all about. When her eleventh birthday approached the excitement inside her was boiling up she was excited to see everything at Hogwarts she knew she could spend hours at the library reading any book she could get her hands on and she was also excited to be able to have a proper lesson in history of magic to learn as much new information as she could. When her acceptance letter finally arrived, she was filled with so much excitement and wanting to know more she felt like she was going to explode. She finally had her chance to step into the history she had always adored and couldn't wait to actually be a part of the history when she grew up it was something she was passionate about. She couldn't dream of anything more than be able to know more and also be able to contribute something for herself to be able to be apart of something she had always admired and be like the notable wizards and witches she had read all about and admired deeply. WC - 412
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 8th
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Ability Applications
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name of ability: Blindvision (Year 4)
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ReducioCade Darkbound hadn't meant to develop Blindvision. Admittedly, he'd read everything he could get his hands on about sensory compensation, magical echolocation, and deep meditation practices of monks who claimed they could hear the pulse of a room. It seemed very far fetched, yes. But being in Ravenclaw, he decided to test it. He found a disused chamber behind the north tower, a dark enough place where even Lumos didn't do much good to anyone. Every evening after classes, he'd bring a journal and a stopwatch, and sit for thirty minutes in complete darkness. No spells or distractions, just enduring stillness. And feeling utterly ridiculous, he would find focus.
The first few sessions were disorienting and utterly boring. The dark felt terrifying and the old castle walls made spooky noises at night. But slowly, something new happened. He started noticing how his own breath seemed to bounce off the stone walls. And how distant footsteps on the lower floors made the walls echo and hum. The air almost changed shape, highlighting the furniture and door frames.
He began walking the room, hands tentatively outstretched. And with time, he could pace across the space without bumping into a single thing. He could sense outlines- not with his eyes, but something stranger. His spacial awareness had been tuned by both study and stillness. And of all things, he didn't really believe it. Along with the sense of elation and pride at having accomplishing something of note, his doubts gave him pause. Maybe it was just luck? Maybe by some strange accidental magic the furniture just jumped out of his way before he could hurt himself. Because that was more likely, right?
He tested it, like any good Ravenclaw would. He blindfolded himself and had classmates rearrange furniture in the room. He would walk through it unharmed. He learned to tell the differences of light. Candlelight versus sunlight by the warmth on his skin. He could find a wall with nothing but his own breath and balance. It could never replace his vision, but in the dark when others froze, Cade could keep moving calmly and confidently. He didn't brag about it. Hardly told anyone it was something he could do. It was just another quiet answer to a question only he had thought to ask.
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ReducioStatistics, Abilities, & Items
STA: 7 | EVA: 7 | STR: 5 | WIS: 12 | ARC: 8 | ACC: 8
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charms
001. Mending Charm • Reparo
002. Levitation Charm • Wingardium Leviosa
003. Wand-Lighting Charm • Lumos
004. Wand-Extinguishing Charm • Nox
005. Locking Charm • Colloportus
006. Unlocking Charm • Alohomora
007. Umbrella Spell • Pluvia Velo
008. Green Sparks Charm • Verdimillious
009. Red Spark Charm • Periculum
010. Smokescreen Spell • Fumos
011. Cleaning Charm • Scourgify
012. Snowflake-Creating Spell • Nix Facitur
013. Fire-Making Spell I • Incendio
014. Fire-Making Spell II • Incendio Duo
015. Extinguishing Charm • Extinguo
016. Four-Point Spell • Point Me
017. Severing Charm • Diffindo
018. Softening Charm • Spongify
019. Packing Charm • Pack
020. Tickling Charm • Rictusempra
021. Bubble-Producing Charm • Bullarum Immortalem
022. Radiant Wand Lighting Charm • Lumos Maxima
023. General Counter-Spell • Finite Incantatem
024. Freezing Charm • Immobulus
025. Revealing Charm • Revelio
026. Illegibility Charm • Illegibilus
027. Slowing Charm • Arresto Momentum
028. Engorgement Charm • Engorgio
029. Shrinking Charm • Reducio
030. Blindfolding Spell • Obscuro
031. Disarming Charm • Expelliarmus
032. Bluebell Flames • Caeruleus Inflamarae
033. Hot-Air Charm • Aer Calidus
034. Sun-Light Charm • Lumos Solem
035. Weather-modifying Charm • Metelojinx
036. Weather-modifying Countercharm • Meteolojinx Recanto
037. Weather-modifying Charm Variant • Meteolojinx
038. Atmospheric Charm • Caelum Muto
039. Blue Sparks Charm • Caerulimillious
040. Flower-Conjuring Spell • Orchideous
041. Paper Mending Charm • Papyrus Reparo
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jinxes
001. Dancing-Feet Spell • Tarantallegra
002. Knockback Jinx • Flipendo
003. Wind Jinx • Ventus
004. Tongue-Tying Spell • Mimblewimble
005. Slug-Vomiting Charm • Slugulus Eructo
006. Slippery-Jinx • Lubricus
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curses
001. Curse of the Bogies • Mucus ad Nauseam
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transfiguration
001. Whistle to Watch • Tunc Sibilus
002. Snail to Teapot • Choclea Bibe
003. Glass to Sand • No Incantation
004. Sauce-Making Spell • Condimentum
005. Matchbox Transformation Spell • Flintifors
006. Matchstick to Needle • Conmutocus
007. Untransfiguration • Reparifarge
008. Avifors Spell • Avifors
009. Purple Firecrackers-Conjuration Charm • Violaceous
010. Color-Changing Charm • Colorvaria
011. Clothing Color-Changing Charm • Multicorfors
012. Hair Color-Changing Charm • Crinus Muto
013. Squiggle Quill Spell • Vermiculafors
014. Gluing Spell • Epoximise
015. Hardening Charm • DuroPotionsReducio───────────────────────────────────────────────
physical
001. Cure for Boils
002. Antidote to Common Poisons
003. Antidote to Uncommon Poisons
004. Bruise Removal Paste
005. Burn Healing Paste
006. Dogbreath Potion
007. Pompion Potion
008. Murtlap Essence
009. Pepperup Potion
010. Anti-Paralysis-Potion
011. Deflating Draught
012. Swelling Solution
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mental
001. Forgetfulness Potion
002. Babbling Beverage
003. Confusing Concoction
004. Dizziness Draught
005. Muffling Draught
006. Drowsiness Draught
007. Sleeping Draught
008. Valerian Sprigs
009. Calming Draught
010. Gregory’s Unctuous Unction
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environmental
001. Herbicide Potion
002. Black-Fire-PotionSTATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 8th
STA: 10 | EVA: 7 | STR: 5 | WIS: 12 | ARC: 8 | ACC: 10
Prodigal Charms, Perfectionist I & II, Blindvision
Ability Applications
Link to encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=41546
Special ability applying for: Prodigy in Astronomy
- Lapiz Croftsban
Special ability applying for: Prodigy in Astronomy
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Lapiz was 5 when her mother first began teaching her about astronomy, and she immediately took interest. At age 6, Lapiz had received a telescope so that she could further study the stars. Since, on any clear night Lapiz could be counted on to be found atop the hill near her home, journal in hand, stargazing. Lapiz takes special care to ask questions to broaden her knowledge, and often ponders how the movement of the universe affects her fellow witches and wizards. Lapiz sometimes takes her little brother out with her when she goes to the hill to stargaze. She delights in teaching him all she knows, pointing out interesting constellations and graphing star-charts with him. By the time she was 10, Lapiz had read over 100 books covering all aspects of Astronomy, from star charting to how the moon affects the tides of the oceans. Lapiz’s mother encouraged her to continue studying, figuring one day Lapiz might develop a unique ability or skill due to sheer knowledge base. At age 8, Lapiz received a more professional looking telescope that could see farther into the sky. She was astounded and delighted by what she could now see, coming up with a slew of new questions to ask her mother or seek out in books she hadn’t read. Lapiz learned how to chart the stars when she received her first telescope, and has many maps hung on the walls inside her bedroom. Her father, on one of his rare visits home, had built her a large bookcase to keep her maps, books and other equipment. Lapiz had quickly filled it and soon requested another. Her father instead had an addition installed to her bedroom, her very own private library where she could keep her growing collection. Lapiz’s mother once took her and her brother to an observatory, where they would listen to professionals give lectures in Astronomy, and look through one of the worlds most powerful telescopes. Lapiz found herself reluctant to leave, wishing to seek more knowledge from the professionals. Since, Lapiz has requested to return every summer for her birthday. Lapiz’s father, returning from his work when he’d been gone an especially long time, has brought her several ancient star charts. She was fascinated, and spent many long hours comparing them with her own. The stars still hold her attention as a first year at Hogwarts, and she spends as much time as she can in the Astronomy Tower.
STATUS: Pending, Fire Davies, October 9th
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STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 9th
- Lapiz Croftsban
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Meyra
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Fearless...
To be fair that was an adjective that could have been used to describe her since Meyra gave her first steps. But instead, she was more used to the adults around her calling her stubborn, indisciplined or "incredibly unaware of danger!". But she never acted just on impulse, there was always a reason why she did what she did.
She only climbed that tree because she wanted to look for the cat that had jumped into the kitchen's roof, or because the brightest red apple was on the top branches. She only stood between that neighbour's dog and the poor little rabbit because she was taller than Sparky and she knew he would obey to her, not reckless at all! And she never understood why other children feared thunderstorms at the valley, when she simply loved to see the random light rays cutting through the dark sky and the sound of its thunder made goosebumps spreading through her skin, she would always find herself with her face glued to the window glass, looking mesmerised at the storm outside.
She had lost how many times she had found herself on detention after being caught in one or two situations, even if she had found herself not understanding why. Just having to abide by the consequences of the things she did with every reason in the world to do them though, but they would never listen to her! Even if she logically had explained it all.
Then there was that night...the night everything changed. A night she would always carry with her like it has been branded in her own soul. She had never felt fear like she had felt then. Its taste still coats her tongue every time her mind wanders to that memory. She still can feel its freezing touch preventing her from moving in its grip. Those big yellow eyes and sharp teeth of the enraged werewolf would never be erased from her mind, appearing repeatedly during her worse nightmares.
She now realised that it had been the same logic then before, what led her hand during what had been one of the most dreadful moments of her life. Something that had snapped away that cold chain of fear and made her act despite everything. Despite the sight of Jun lying on her bedroom's floor in a pool of her own blood, despite the giant beast that stood ready to pounce on her, she still had fought it with all her strength. The burns on its fur and flesh were prove of it. Even if in the end the lost had been unbearable and would continue to be written in her own skin, the curse that couldn't be cured, she had woke up next day a different person, not just in one way. The ghost of that beast would never fully leave her, and beneath her skin now lived one just like it.
Fearless... that now was no longer just an adjective. It was who she was, who she had become.
words: 501.
INPC: Katsuro Souto
Adult: Iris Jurema
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Fearless...
To be fair that was an adjective that could have been used to describe her since Meyra gave her first steps. But instead, she was more used to the adults around her calling her stubborn, indisciplined or "incredibly unaware of danger!". But she never acted just on impulse, there was always a reason why she did what she did.
She only climbed that tree because she wanted to look for the cat that had jumped into the kitchen's roof, or because the brightest red apple was on the top branches. She only stood between that neighbour's dog and the poor little rabbit because she was taller than Sparky and she knew he would obey to her, not reckless at all! And she never understood why other children feared thunderstorms at the valley, when she simply loved to see the random light rays cutting through the dark sky and the sound of its thunder made goosebumps spreading through her skin, she would always find herself with her face glued to the window glass, looking mesmerised at the storm outside.
She had lost how many times she had found herself on detention after being caught in one or two situations, even if she had found herself not understanding why. Just having to abide by the consequences of the things she did with every reason in the world to do them though, but they would never listen to her! Even if she logically had explained it all.
Then there was that night...the night everything changed. A night she would always carry with her like it has been branded in her own soul. She had never felt fear like she had felt then. Its taste still coats her tongue every time her mind wanders to that memory. She still can feel its freezing touch preventing her from moving in its grip. Those big yellow eyes and sharp teeth of the enraged werewolf would never be erased from her mind, appearing repeatedly during her worse nightmares.
She now realised that it had been the same logic then before, what led her hand during what had been one of the most dreadful moments of her life. Something that had snapped away that cold chain of fear and made her act despite everything. Despite the sight of Jun lying on her bedroom's floor in a pool of her own blood, despite the giant beast that stood ready to pounce on her, she still had fought it with all her strength. The burns on its fur and flesh were prove of it. Even if in the end the lost had been unbearable and would continue to be written in her own skin, the curse that couldn't be cured, she had woke up next day a different person, not just in one way. The ghost of that beast would never fully leave her, and beneath her skin now lived one just like it.
Fearless... that now was no longer just an adjective. It was who she was, who she had become.
words: 501.
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 9th
INPC: Katsuro Souto
Adult: Iris Jurema
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Voila!
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist! (Year 4 slot)
Describe why this fits your character:
Most kids at Hogwarts probably won't see it or even believe it if they did, but Colin has actually grown quite a bit over the last year. His twin, Liam, and their older sister Aoife and their dear Seanmamó worked hard at the family intervention which saw Colin overcome his addiction to Darkest Night potion and the habit of mixing that with alcohol. At the beginning of his fifth year, Colin has been clean and sober for almost a whole year!
His family has noticed this and certain factions are seeking to actively recruit him to their cause. Or else dissuade him from taking up with the cause they don't agree with. And he's been working hard on other aspects of his life as well. Aoife has taken a great interest in training Colin. She believes that his high energy and rambunctious nature can be tamed; and she's heard that a certain girl who's caught his fancy seems to have the knack of redirecting Colin's energy to useful purposes.
His Ma and Da sent the twins to live with Aoife over the summer in order for him to learn how to control himself. Being an auror herself, and a young woman that Colin respects greatly, she seemed to be the best option. And Colin took to her training like a boarder collie! What some kids might find to be repetitious boredom, Colin found to be an exciting release! Over and over again, she'd have him blast a training dummy with spell after spell. Only one spell at first, but over time, she'd call out a dozen different spells in rapid succession, ordering him to attack from every angle imaginable! From behind rocks, to standing on his broom, to floating in the sea, in the middle of the night or broad daylight and in all weather, Colin proved himself.
As the days and weeks passed, Colin honed his skills until his spellcasting attained perfection. He was no longer setting himself on fire or breaking his own arm with an ill cast shooting spell! Transfigurations began to take on beauty of form, a reflection of his imagination. His casting became more fluid, more graceful, and more powerful. Spell flinging never pays, Aoife had taught him. That weird girl he got into a fight with one day proved his sister's point. She cast more spells at him, but most of them missed or struck harmlessly. His, on the other hand, were carefully aimed and well enunciated. Even with an injured throat, Colin overcame his adversary and sent her fleeing from the field, screeching revenge!
Even after his victory, Aoife didn't let up. She pitted Colin and Liam against one another in some exercises. Sometimes a duel, at other times a competitive activity. They practiced not just spellcasting, but aiming, and precision too. By the end of the summer, Colin felt really positive about heading back to Hogwarts. He felt a new confidence in his skills as well. For as one wise friend said: They all need to be prepared to face their future battles!
WC = 511
Keep your mind in hell; and don't despair.
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist! (Year 4 slot)
Describe why this fits your character:
Most kids at Hogwarts probably won't see it or even believe it if they did, but Colin has actually grown quite a bit over the last year. His twin, Liam, and their older sister Aoife and their dear Seanmamó worked hard at the family intervention which saw Colin overcome his addiction to Darkest Night potion and the habit of mixing that with alcohol. At the beginning of his fifth year, Colin has been clean and sober for almost a whole year!
His family has noticed this and certain factions are seeking to actively recruit him to their cause. Or else dissuade him from taking up with the cause they don't agree with. And he's been working hard on other aspects of his life as well. Aoife has taken a great interest in training Colin. She believes that his high energy and rambunctious nature can be tamed; and she's heard that a certain girl who's caught his fancy seems to have the knack of redirecting Colin's energy to useful purposes.
His Ma and Da sent the twins to live with Aoife over the summer in order for him to learn how to control himself. Being an auror herself, and a young woman that Colin respects greatly, she seemed to be the best option. And Colin took to her training like a boarder collie! What some kids might find to be repetitious boredom, Colin found to be an exciting release! Over and over again, she'd have him blast a training dummy with spell after spell. Only one spell at first, but over time, she'd call out a dozen different spells in rapid succession, ordering him to attack from every angle imaginable! From behind rocks, to standing on his broom, to floating in the sea, in the middle of the night or broad daylight and in all weather, Colin proved himself.
As the days and weeks passed, Colin honed his skills until his spellcasting attained perfection. He was no longer setting himself on fire or breaking his own arm with an ill cast shooting spell! Transfigurations began to take on beauty of form, a reflection of his imagination. His casting became more fluid, more graceful, and more powerful. Spell flinging never pays, Aoife had taught him. That weird girl he got into a fight with one day proved his sister's point. She cast more spells at him, but most of them missed or struck harmlessly. His, on the other hand, were carefully aimed and well enunciated. Even with an injured throat, Colin overcame his adversary and sent her fleeing from the field, screeching revenge!
Even after his victory, Aoife didn't let up. She pitted Colin and Liam against one another in some exercises. Sometimes a duel, at other times a competitive activity. They practiced not just spellcasting, but aiming, and precision too. By the end of the summer, Colin felt really positive about heading back to Hogwarts. He felt a new confidence in his skills as well. For as one wise friend said: They all need to be prepared to face their future battles!
WC = 511
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 9th
Keep your mind in hell; and don't despair.
Cursa McCoire
Rigel McCoire