Ability Applications
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Ability: Prodigal Charms Learner
Why it fits:
Being home schooled during my primary school years, and with no friends to speak of other than my younger siblings and the occasional visit from cousins, I spent most of my time either in the kitchen with my mum learning to cook, or in my small family library reading everything that I could get my hands on. Thankfully my parents - not being very wealthy - do not throw anything away. The small study in our house (I like to call it a library, but it is really just a couple bookshelves in a room off of our den) is full of all of their old text books from when they went to Hogwarts, and other books that they have purchased since then. My father is a Floo Maintenance Tech with the Ministry of Magic, and therefore has multiple books that have charms he uses to clear and fix issues he finds in the Floo network.
Throughout my years home I developed a great love for reading anything that I could. When I started to get bullied at the local playground by the boys and girls from the wealthier families around the area because my family was poor and had many kids - not to mention a mother that is so enthralled with the local Muggle population she took a part time job at a Muggle diner as a cook - I decided that I would do everything I could to not be picked on anymore, and to not let my younger siblings be bullied once they came to school. I started to study all of my parents charms books - even if I could not perform the charms yet, not having a wand yet. Once I read through all of the charms text books at least twice I started to borrow books from the Owl Post Library, desiring to learn everything I could.
Now that I am at Hogwarts, and have my own wand - Aspen wood and Snallygaster heartstring - my desire to learn the charms to perfection, and to practice every night has only grown. Once I purchased my own Charms text book at Diagon Alley I went home and started to read, make notes, dog-ear my favorites, and write down questions for the professors. Every evening - or at least most evenings - I will practice my charms and wand movements. As soon as I can I want to start putting my learning to the test in the dueling club. There is no real purpose to learning something if it cannot be put to use. I read somewhere the American President Theodore Roosevelt once said, “Speak softly and carry a big stick.” This has become my approach to bully’s - “speak softly and carry a powerful wand.” Perhaps if I can be great at charms, I, my siblings, and others will not have to be bullied because we don’t have the benefits other do.
Word count: 501
Speak softly and carry a powerful wand.
STA: 2, EVA: 8, STR: 1, WIS: 8, ArcPwr: 8, ACC: 8
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Ability: Prodigal Charms Learner
Why it fits:
Being home schooled during my primary school years, and with no friends to speak of other than my younger siblings and the occasional visit from cousins, I spent most of my time either in the kitchen with my mum learning to cook, or in my small family library reading everything that I could get my hands on. Thankfully my parents - not being very wealthy - do not throw anything away. The small study in our house (I like to call it a library, but it is really just a couple bookshelves in a room off of our den) is full of all of their old text books from when they went to Hogwarts, and other books that they have purchased since then. My father is a Floo Maintenance Tech with the Ministry of Magic, and therefore has multiple books that have charms he uses to clear and fix issues he finds in the Floo network.
Throughout my years home I developed a great love for reading anything that I could. When I started to get bullied at the local playground by the boys and girls from the wealthier families around the area because my family was poor and had many kids - not to mention a mother that is so enthralled with the local Muggle population she took a part time job at a Muggle diner as a cook - I decided that I would do everything I could to not be picked on anymore, and to not let my younger siblings be bullied once they came to school. I started to study all of my parents charms books - even if I could not perform the charms yet, not having a wand yet. Once I read through all of the charms text books at least twice I started to borrow books from the Owl Post Library, desiring to learn everything I could.
Now that I am at Hogwarts, and have my own wand - Aspen wood and Snallygaster heartstring - my desire to learn the charms to perfection, and to practice every night has only grown. Once I purchased my own Charms text book at Diagon Alley I went home and started to read, make notes, dog-ear my favorites, and write down questions for the professors. Every evening - or at least most evenings - I will practice my charms and wand movements. As soon as I can I want to start putting my learning to the test in the dueling club. There is no real purpose to learning something if it cannot be put to use. I read somewhere the American President Theodore Roosevelt once said, “Speak softly and carry a big stick.” This has become my approach to bully’s - “speak softly and carry a powerful wand.” Perhaps if I can be great at charms, I, my siblings, and others will not have to be bullied because we don’t have the benefits other do.
Word count: 501
Denied, 30th of March, 2026 - Oonagh
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Speak softly and carry a powerful wand.
STA: 2, EVA: 8, STR: 1, WIS: 8, ArcPwr: 8, ACC: 8
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: hallo
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Defense Against the Dark Arts Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Robin came from parents who are both in the field of magizoology. He had been hearing all about magical creatures since a very young age, but that didn't make him an aspiring caretaker. Quite the opposite, after the initial spark of acquiring new knowledge passed, he got the impression that his parents know everything there is to know about magical creatures (while that is probably not true). This "certainty" bored him. He much rather learn about subjects shrouded in mystery, and one such discipline - the discipline commonly associated with forbidden and restricted spells - caught his interest.
Dark arts, and of course the defense against them, quickly became Robin's new obsession. He started with his parents' old text books, then went on to buy additional material using his allowance. Robin's parents saw this development and would often gift him history of dark arts or DADA books for his birthday. How many birthdays, you ask? Well, this obsession started when he was six, so nearly half of his birthdays up until his enrollment in Hogwarts. Starting at such a young age meant that he didn't have all his vocabulary stored in his brain yet, so you can even find him learning English from the DADA books he's reading.
There's a saying about how smarter people can more easily realize that they are not the smartest people on Earth. They read about so many extraordinary people, then look back at themselves, seeing something lesser. After reading the works of so many dark arts scholars and seeing their impact on the world, Robin aspires to devour as much knowledge as possible in his time at Hogwarts, hopefully to become the most knowledgable person he can ever be. Not to surpass these respectable figures, but to add on to their research and make his own contributions to the scholarly field. The first step of all that is to pay extra attention in DADA, preferably building a relationship with the professor to have better access to additional resources. Robin hopes that his early studies in the subject can give him a head start that puts him in front of all the other students. After all, he doesn't aspire to be a mere "student" of the arts forever - he wants to lift up the shroud that covers this fruitfully delicious discipline and know everything there is to know about these mysterious subjects, even if it is infinite.
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Defense Against the Dark Arts Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Robin came from parents who are both in the field of magizoology. He had been hearing all about magical creatures since a very young age, but that didn't make him an aspiring caretaker. Quite the opposite, after the initial spark of acquiring new knowledge passed, he got the impression that his parents know everything there is to know about magical creatures (while that is probably not true). This "certainty" bored him. He much rather learn about subjects shrouded in mystery, and one such discipline - the discipline commonly associated with forbidden and restricted spells - caught his interest.
Dark arts, and of course the defense against them, quickly became Robin's new obsession. He started with his parents' old text books, then went on to buy additional material using his allowance. Robin's parents saw this development and would often gift him history of dark arts or DADA books for his birthday. How many birthdays, you ask? Well, this obsession started when he was six, so nearly half of his birthdays up until his enrollment in Hogwarts. Starting at such a young age meant that he didn't have all his vocabulary stored in his brain yet, so you can even find him learning English from the DADA books he's reading.
There's a saying about how smarter people can more easily realize that they are not the smartest people on Earth. They read about so many extraordinary people, then look back at themselves, seeing something lesser. After reading the works of so many dark arts scholars and seeing their impact on the world, Robin aspires to devour as much knowledge as possible in his time at Hogwarts, hopefully to become the most knowledgable person he can ever be. Not to surpass these respectable figures, but to add on to their research and make his own contributions to the scholarly field. The first step of all that is to pay extra attention in DADA, preferably building a relationship with the professor to have better access to additional resources. Robin hopes that his early studies in the subject can give him a head start that puts him in front of all the other students. After all, he doesn't aspire to be a mere "student" of the arts forever - he wants to lift up the shroud that covers this fruitfully delicious discipline and know everything there is to know about these mysterious subjects, even if it is infinite.
STATUS: Approved, Lesmana, 4 April
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Eric Phillips
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Healing Sage
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Healing Sage
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioEric’s understanding of healing magic began before he ever set foot in Hogwarts, though at the time, he would not have called it that. It came from the same quiet place as everything else in his life, observation, patience, and a need to understand what others overlooked.
Growing up on the edge of the village, he spent much of his time alone, often wandering beyond the last row of houses where the land opened into quiet stretches of field and woodland. It was there, away from expectation and conversation, that he started to notice things more closely. Not just people, but the world itself. A bird with an injured wing struggling in the grass. A small animal limping, its movements uneven and strained. Most would have passed by or called it unfortunate, but Eric lingered. He watched. He studied the way injury changed movement, the way living things adapted or faltered.
The first time he tried to *fix* something, it was not out of confidence, but impulse.
He had found a small bird caught in a thorned bush, its wing bent at an angle that did not look right. It struggled weakly, more exhausted than panicked. He crouched beside it, still and quiet, the way he always was, as if any sudden movement might make things worse. He did not know a spell. He did not even fully understand what he was trying to do. But he could feel something in him shift, the same subtle awareness he had felt years before at the kitchen table.
He reached out, not quite touching, his focus narrowing in that familiar way.
Nothing happened at first... Then, faintly, something responded.
The air seemed to settle around his hand, and the bird’s movement slowed. Not healed, not completely, but steadied, as if the pain had lessened just enough to give it a chance. The wing did not snap back into place, but it stopped trembling. The bird went still, breathing easier.
Eric pulled back slightly, unsure if he had done anything at all. But when he looked closer, he could tell something had changed. It was not enough. That realization stayed with him.
From that day on, he began to pay closer attention whenever his parents used healing magic. His mother, especially, noticed his quiet interest. She never made a show of it, never sat him down for a formal lesson, but she did not hide what she was doing either. When she mended small injuries around the house, a cut, a bruise, something minor, he watched carefully. The movement of the wand. The tone of the incantation. The intention behind it.
His father noticed as well, though his approach was different. Where his mother allowed space for quiet observation, his father emphasized control. Precision. Magic, in his view, was not something to be approached loosely. If Eric was going to learn, even in fragments, he would do it correctly.
So Eric practiced in the only way he knew how, alone. He did not have a wand, not yet, but that did not stop him from trying to understand the feeling behind the magic. He would sit for long stretches, replaying what he had seen, focusing not on the words, but on the intent. Healing, he began to realize, was not about force. It was about alignment, about understanding what was wrong and guiding it back into place.
There were failures... Many of them. Small attempts that did nothing. Moments where he felt that same shift in the air but could not hold onto it long enough to make a difference. But he did not grow frustrated in the way others might have. He simply tried again, adjusting, observing, refining in the quiet, methodical way that defined him. The real change came slowly, almost unnoticed.
By the time his Hogwarts letter arrived, he had not mastered healing magic, not in any formal sense. But he had something else, something just as important. An instinct. A sensitivity to it. He understood, in a way he could not fully explain, that healing required more than knowledge. It required attention, patience, and a willingness to act without hesitation when it mattered.
It was not something he spoke about... But it was already a part of him.
STATUS: Denied, Lesmana, 4 April
Reason for denial:
Your application is flagged as 100% as AI. Please rewrite your application and apply again in the new post.
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here!(sorry it's ugly)
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC 431!
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC 431!
Reducio
Ever since she was a very young child, before knowing that magic even really existed as a Muggle-Born, Rosie had been an excellent student. In her old Muggle schools, she was excellent with her work ethic and ability to learn, finding that learning new things simply came easier to her than it did to some others her age.
This trait, of learning quickly, carried over to her at Hogwarts as well. She, however, didn't trust only in that, and decided to take matters into her own hands as well. Right after she learned that she was indeed a Witch and not just a strange kid with weird powers that nobody else she knew had, she decided that she wanted to learn everything that the Wizarding World had to offer. She got her Charms book from Diagon Alley and decided that was the subject she wanted to start with. Through lots of late-night sessions in her dorm and others earlier in the day spent in the Library, Rosie managed to learn quite a bit from her book. She would even practice the spells to ensure that she understood what exactly was being said. Practice of course was safe and in an environment with no risk to anyone else.
She found that, much like when she was in her old schools, the spells and knowledge involved to cast charms properly came relatively easy to her, as long as she spent a bit of time practicing. The hardest part for her to learn was definitely the pronunciations for the spells, especially the more complicated ones. Eventually she managed to master them, and is excited to hopefully have a bit more ease when learning in Charms Class because of her studies on her own time.
A bit into the year, she realized why exactly she was dedicating all of this time to studying for the class, as she didn't really need to, because everything would be learned in class, after all. She noticed that she would get nervous any time she had to learn a new bit of magic in class, worried about messing it up and proving that she really was just a Muggle-Born with no true magical talents. The fear of that happening made her subconsciously decide to spend time making sure that she couldn't be caught off guard by anything they learned in class.
Slowly, she felt the nerves begin to lessen, as she continued learning on her own. She was glad that she'd done so, whether subconsciously or not, because it saved her a lot of potential headaches in the future!
This trait, of learning quickly, carried over to her at Hogwarts as well. She, however, didn't trust only in that, and decided to take matters into her own hands as well. Right after she learned that she was indeed a Witch and not just a strange kid with weird powers that nobody else she knew had, she decided that she wanted to learn everything that the Wizarding World had to offer. She got her Charms book from Diagon Alley and decided that was the subject she wanted to start with. Through lots of late-night sessions in her dorm and others earlier in the day spent in the Library, Rosie managed to learn quite a bit from her book. She would even practice the spells to ensure that she understood what exactly was being said. Practice of course was safe and in an environment with no risk to anyone else.
She found that, much like when she was in her old schools, the spells and knowledge involved to cast charms properly came relatively easy to her, as long as she spent a bit of time practicing. The hardest part for her to learn was definitely the pronunciations for the spells, especially the more complicated ones. Eventually she managed to master them, and is excited to hopefully have a bit more ease when learning in Charms Class because of her studies on her own time.
A bit into the year, she realized why exactly she was dedicating all of this time to studying for the class, as she didn't really need to, because everything would be learned in class, after all. She noticed that she would get nervous any time she had to learn a new bit of magic in class, worried about messing it up and proving that she really was just a Muggle-Born with no true magical talents. The fear of that happening made her subconsciously decide to spend time making sure that she couldn't be caught off guard by anything they learned in class.
Slowly, she felt the nerves begin to lessen, as she continued learning on her own. She was glad that she'd done so, whether subconsciously or not, because it saved her a lot of potential headaches in the future!
STATUS: Approved, Lesmana, 4 April
Ability Applications
Character page link: Miss Ginger Braids
Ability: Prodigal Charms Learner
Why it fits:
Being home schooled during my primary school years, and with no friends to speak of other than my younger siblings and the occasional visit from cousins, I spent most of my time either in the kitchen with my mum learning to cook, or in my small family library reading everything that I could get my hands on. Thankfully my parents - not being very wealthy - do not throw anything away. The small study in our house (I like to call it a library, but it is really just a couple bookshelves in a room off of our den) is full of all of their old text books from when they went to Hogwarts, and other books that they have purchased since then. My father is a Floo Maintenance Tech with the Ministry of Magic, and therefore has multiple books that have charms he uses to clear and fix issues he finds in the Floo network.
Throughout my years home I developed a great love for reading anything that I could. When I started to get bullied at the local playground by the boys and girls from the wealthier families around the area because my family was poor and had many kids, I decided that I would do everything I could to not be picked on anymore, and to not let my younger siblings be bullied once they came to school. I started to study all of my parents charms books - even if I could not perform the charms yet, not having a wand yet. Once I read through all of the charms text books at least twice I started to borrow books from the Owl Post Library, desiring to learn everything I could.
Now that I am at Hogwarts, and have my own wand - Aspen wood and Snallygaster heartstring - my desire to learn the charms to perfection, and to practice every night has only grown. Once I purchased my own Charms text book at Diagon Alley I went home and started to read, make notes, dog-ear my favorites, and write down questions for the professors. Every evening - or at least most evenings - I will practice my charms and wand movements. As soon as I can I want to start putting my learning to the test in the dueling club. There is no real purpose to learning something if it cannot be put to use. I read somewhere the American President Theodore Roosevelt once said, “Speak softly and carry a big stick.” This has become my approach to bully’s - “speak softly and carry a powerful wand.” Perhaps if I can be great at charms, I, my siblings, and others will not have to be bullied because we don’t have the benefits other do.
Word count: 501
Speak softly and carry a powerful wand.
STA: 2, EVA: 8, STR: 1, WIS: 8, ArcPwr: 8, ACC: 8
Ability: Prodigal Charms Learner
Why it fits:
Being home schooled during my primary school years, and with no friends to speak of other than my younger siblings and the occasional visit from cousins, I spent most of my time either in the kitchen with my mum learning to cook, or in my small family library reading everything that I could get my hands on. Thankfully my parents - not being very wealthy - do not throw anything away. The small study in our house (I like to call it a library, but it is really just a couple bookshelves in a room off of our den) is full of all of their old text books from when they went to Hogwarts, and other books that they have purchased since then. My father is a Floo Maintenance Tech with the Ministry of Magic, and therefore has multiple books that have charms he uses to clear and fix issues he finds in the Floo network.
Throughout my years home I developed a great love for reading anything that I could. When I started to get bullied at the local playground by the boys and girls from the wealthier families around the area because my family was poor and had many kids, I decided that I would do everything I could to not be picked on anymore, and to not let my younger siblings be bullied once they came to school. I started to study all of my parents charms books - even if I could not perform the charms yet, not having a wand yet. Once I read through all of the charms text books at least twice I started to borrow books from the Owl Post Library, desiring to learn everything I could.
Now that I am at Hogwarts, and have my own wand - Aspen wood and Snallygaster heartstring - my desire to learn the charms to perfection, and to practice every night has only grown. Once I purchased my own Charms text book at Diagon Alley I went home and started to read, make notes, dog-ear my favorites, and write down questions for the professors. Every evening - or at least most evenings - I will practice my charms and wand movements. As soon as I can I want to start putting my learning to the test in the dueling club. There is no real purpose to learning something if it cannot be put to use. I read somewhere the American President Theodore Roosevelt once said, “Speak softly and carry a big stick.” This has become my approach to bully’s - “speak softly and carry a powerful wand.” Perhaps if I can be great at charms, I, my siblings, and others will not have to be bullied because we don’t have the benefits other do.
Word count: 501
STATUS: Pending, Elena, April 5th
- Only one thing : we do not allow colours in trunk! Please delete it from your trunk and we'll be able to get you validated.
STATUS: Pending, Elena, April 6th
- Thank you for making the edits requested, however it has just been brought to my attention that your application states "a mother that is so enthralled with the local Muggle population she took a part time job at a Muggle diner as a cook". Given the muggle world and the wizard world have different cultures, technology and societal system, as well as the fact that wizards need to keep the statue of secrecy, it wouldn't make sense for a wizard to have such direct and casual interaction / activities in the Muggle environment. Your character's mother cannot work a muggle job for no reason, given you've chosen wizardborn as a status. If you want to keep this fact in your ability application, you would need to sign up for index registration and ask that your bloodstatus is changed from wizardborn to halfblood. Otherwise, please remove this bit from your application!
STATUS: Approved, Elena, April 18th
Last edited by Madeline Howard on 7 Apr 2026, 18:12, edited 5 times in total.
Speak softly and carry a powerful wand.
STA: 2, EVA: 8, STR: 1, WIS: 8, ArcPwr: 8, ACC: 8
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Aster Lune Moore
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Word Count: 766
Out of the five senses that a child comes to know, Aster developed a keen sense of smell. Before the blurry shapes comes clear and words started to have it's meaning, there was always scent. It was how the world is introduce itself to them.
The comforting scent of their mother and the clean scent of their Father.
And nowhere did the world feel more alive that inside their mother's potion shop.
The air is everchanging, shifting every hour and layering with notes that Aster learned to pick apart without trying. The woody smell of Valerian Sprigs drifting soft from shelves. Smoky smell of the Ashwinder Eggs lingering near from workbench. The sharp and medicinal scent of the freshly brewed Healing Potion.
As early as they were four years old, they have been allowed to be in the workbench unlike other children. There were strict rules of touching but there were reminders to observe first.
And so they did.
They watch petals crushed and dissolved into colorful liquids, powders sparks when they were added too quickly, colors changing from vibrant blue to dark violet. They learned the language of potion by simply through smells and watching, through patterns and patience.
Their mother noticed, of course.
It was when they were nine years nine years old when she decided to test Aster.
"Aster" she called. "Come here."
Aster slid off the stool they were on and approached. Two cauldrons bubbled gently with steams curling from it.
"Here are two batches of Draught of Living Death"
"Tell me what do you see." She asked.
Aster’s gaze flickered between the two cauldrons and leaned in slightly.
"They're both. . . light" They said as their eyes narrowing with focus. "But not the same"
The first cauldron contains a pale potion but it's color wavered between grey and violet.
"It’s too dull" Aster murmured then shifted to the second potion.
The color was unmistakable.
"The second one," they said. "It's almost done."
Their mother raised a brow. "And why?"
"The color's right." Aster said confidently.
A hint of a smile touched their mother’s lips.
"Good," she said softly. "Draught of Living Death have an specific shade of pale lilac that signals the half-way stage."
“Most would accept that as correct at a glance. It’s close enough to fool the eye.” She gestured toward the first cauldron.
"But potions are not about 'close enough.'"
Aster nodded at their mother who turned away and moving towards the shelves on the wall.
When she returned, she carried three vials looked that looked identical to each other, each filled with murky green liquid.
"These are some of the recent batch of Polyjuice Potion."
Aster looked at the vials. At a glance, there was nothing remarkable.
No flaws, no difference.
“Tell me what you notice,” their mother prompted.
"They look the same," Aster replied. "Same color."
Their mother said nothing and uncorked the first vial, then held beneath their nose.
Carefully, Aster leaned in and inhaled.
It was unpleasant and sharp, like the something was left too long on the sun.
"This smells wrong." Aster frowned.
Their mother hummed and offering the second vial.
This one smells different, still have the same unpleasant smell but it wasn't as sharp as the previous one.
"This smell less strong."
"And the third?" their mother uncorked it and Aster breathing in more carefully, noticing that the foul smell has gone.
Polyjuice was never meant to smell bad. Lacewing flies, when added, need to be brewed for twenty-one days, if not, the potion will give of the sharp and unpleasant smell.
"This one's done." Aster said, certain of their answer.
Their mother nodded, satisfied. "Good."
"Same color. Same appearance." She picked up the first vial and turned it in the light. "Enough to deceive anyone who relies only on sight."
"You have a good eye," their mother said, glancing briefly toward the cauldrons. “And a great sense of smell.”
Her gaze then returned to Aster. “You would make a great potioneer… yet.”
Aster frowned slightly. "Yet?"
"Skill is only part of it," she said. "You can see what others miss. You can smell what others overlook."
"Potion demands discipline. The wisdom to know when not to act." She reached towards Aster, her hand gentle as it came to rest against their cheek.
"You’re close," their mother continued gently. "Closer than most would ever be at your age."
"But not yet."
Aster let out a quiet breath. They did not feel discourage, if anything, it sparked something deeper.
Not yet.
It wasn’t a rejection.
It was a promise.
The comforting scent of their mother and the clean scent of their Father.
And nowhere did the world feel more alive that inside their mother's potion shop.
The air is everchanging, shifting every hour and layering with notes that Aster learned to pick apart without trying. The woody smell of Valerian Sprigs drifting soft from shelves. Smoky smell of the Ashwinder Eggs lingering near from workbench. The sharp and medicinal scent of the freshly brewed Healing Potion.
As early as they were four years old, they have been allowed to be in the workbench unlike other children. There were strict rules of touching but there were reminders to observe first.
And so they did.
They watch petals crushed and dissolved into colorful liquids, powders sparks when they were added too quickly, colors changing from vibrant blue to dark violet. They learned the language of potion by simply through smells and watching, through patterns and patience.
Their mother noticed, of course.
It was when they were nine years nine years old when she decided to test Aster.
"Aster" she called. "Come here."
Aster slid off the stool they were on and approached. Two cauldrons bubbled gently with steams curling from it.
"Here are two batches of Draught of Living Death"
"Tell me what do you see." She asked.
Aster’s gaze flickered between the two cauldrons and leaned in slightly.
"They're both. . . light" They said as their eyes narrowing with focus. "But not the same"
The first cauldron contains a pale potion but it's color wavered between grey and violet.
"It’s too dull" Aster murmured then shifted to the second potion.
The color was unmistakable.
"The second one," they said. "It's almost done."
Their mother raised a brow. "And why?"
"The color's right." Aster said confidently.
A hint of a smile touched their mother’s lips.
"Good," she said softly. "Draught of Living Death have an specific shade of pale lilac that signals the half-way stage."
“Most would accept that as correct at a glance. It’s close enough to fool the eye.” She gestured toward the first cauldron.
"But potions are not about 'close enough.'"
Aster nodded at their mother who turned away and moving towards the shelves on the wall.
When she returned, she carried three vials looked that looked identical to each other, each filled with murky green liquid.
"These are some of the recent batch of Polyjuice Potion."
Aster looked at the vials. At a glance, there was nothing remarkable.
No flaws, no difference.
“Tell me what you notice,” their mother prompted.
"They look the same," Aster replied. "Same color."
Their mother said nothing and uncorked the first vial, then held beneath their nose.
Carefully, Aster leaned in and inhaled.
It was unpleasant and sharp, like the something was left too long on the sun.
"This smells wrong." Aster frowned.
Their mother hummed and offering the second vial.
This one smells different, still have the same unpleasant smell but it wasn't as sharp as the previous one.
"This smell less strong."
"And the third?" their mother uncorked it and Aster breathing in more carefully, noticing that the foul smell has gone.
Polyjuice was never meant to smell bad. Lacewing flies, when added, need to be brewed for twenty-one days, if not, the potion will give of the sharp and unpleasant smell.
"This one's done." Aster said, certain of their answer.
Their mother nodded, satisfied. "Good."
"Same color. Same appearance." She picked up the first vial and turned it in the light. "Enough to deceive anyone who relies only on sight."
"You have a good eye," their mother said, glancing briefly toward the cauldrons. “And a great sense of smell.”
Her gaze then returned to Aster. “You would make a great potioneer… yet.”
Aster frowned slightly. "Yet?"
"Skill is only part of it," she said. "You can see what others miss. You can smell what others overlook."
"Potion demands discipline. The wisdom to know when not to act." She reached towards Aster, her hand gentle as it came to rest against their cheek.
"You’re close," their mother continued gently. "Closer than most would ever be at your age."
"But not yet."
Aster let out a quiet breath. They did not feel discourage, if anything, it sparked something deeper.
Not yet.
It wasn’t a rejection.
It was a promise.
STATUS: Approved, Lesmana, 7 April
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?t=45379
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers
Describe why this fits your character:
Paul has been specially good at all sports for as long as he can remember. He inherited his skills from his mother who had performed football on a professional level until she had her second child (Esme).
Having played football all his childhood, attending trainings and playing for a local football team, Paul acquired certain physical agility and dexterousness which he would also apply when performing magic. Due to it, he was able to avoid some of the fauls that he was supposed to be a target of, in football and other sports he does.
Being an athletic type of person, it is no trouble for him to avoid physical contact with his opponents. This has roots in his personality. He actually enjoys fooling people around, which is another reason for him to enjoy all possibilities he can get to avoid contact in sport or show off and boast about his dexterousness in a certain manner. He is a very observant kid, therefore he can map the situation dexterously and choose a suitable way to act.
He would keep jumping over his opponents' legs prepared for him to trip over. He would crouch whenever it was imminent that he would be hit in the head with a ball in their Physical Education classes at his Muggle school. He managed to avoid all the obstacles in an obstacles course. He would run a little faster or stop for a few seconds when a collision in rugby was about to come, mapping the situation that he managed to occur in and responding to it with swift grace.
Once, in a softball match in Physical Education, he hit the ball when being on the bat. The players of the team in the field did not manage to catch it while flying. They caught it on the ground, when Paul ran towards base three, and tried to out him by touching him with the ball. When he figured out what they planned to do to him, watching one of the field team's players stretch their arm with the ball towards him, Paul stopped and turned around, making a quick step back. The guy with the ball was expecting to touch him with the ball, but failed, reaching an empty space. Paul then started running forward again, avoiding contact by running behind the player's back.
In numerous floorball and hockey matches, he managed to avoid collision by either jumping over his opponents' hockey or floorball sticks, or doing his dexterous evasive maneuvers.
Word count: 409
Stamina: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 6
Ability: Evasive Maneuver
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers
Describe why this fits your character:
Paul has been specially good at all sports for as long as he can remember. He inherited his skills from his mother who had performed football on a professional level until she had her second child (Esme).
Having played football all his childhood, attending trainings and playing for a local football team, Paul acquired certain physical agility and dexterousness which he would also apply when performing magic. Due to it, he was able to avoid some of the fauls that he was supposed to be a target of, in football and other sports he does.
Being an athletic type of person, it is no trouble for him to avoid physical contact with his opponents. This has roots in his personality. He actually enjoys fooling people around, which is another reason for him to enjoy all possibilities he can get to avoid contact in sport or show off and boast about his dexterousness in a certain manner. He is a very observant kid, therefore he can map the situation dexterously and choose a suitable way to act.
He would keep jumping over his opponents' legs prepared for him to trip over. He would crouch whenever it was imminent that he would be hit in the head with a ball in their Physical Education classes at his Muggle school. He managed to avoid all the obstacles in an obstacles course. He would run a little faster or stop for a few seconds when a collision in rugby was about to come, mapping the situation that he managed to occur in and responding to it with swift grace.
Once, in a softball match in Physical Education, he hit the ball when being on the bat. The players of the team in the field did not manage to catch it while flying. They caught it on the ground, when Paul ran towards base three, and tried to out him by touching him with the ball. When he figured out what they planned to do to him, watching one of the field team's players stretch their arm with the ball towards him, Paul stopped and turned around, making a quick step back. The guy with the ball was expecting to touch him with the ball, but failed, reaching an empty space. Paul then started running forward again, avoiding contact by running behind the player's back.
In numerous floorball and hockey matches, he managed to avoid collision by either jumping over his opponents' hockey or floorball sticks, or doing his dexterous evasive maneuvers.
Word count: 409
STATUS: Approved, Lesmana, 7 April
Stamina: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 6
Ability: Evasive Maneuver
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Demelza Rookwood
Name of the ability you are applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character:
As a girl who has spent most of her life a prodigy, Demelza cannot stand when things do not go her way. She believes herself to be perfect (a bit narcissistic, sure) and that whatever endeavours she partakes in goes wonderfully. A bit of a perfectionist, one might say.
After the death of her grandfather, she has the goal of becoming an Auror when she's an adult, to put down evil wizards and witches, and do so with perfect control and ease.
Her mother Penelope was aware of it, and she encouraged it whole-heartedly, which gave her the motivation to perfect her skills even further.
'My love', her words rang in her ear, 'You are born to be perfect. You are born to perform great deeds. Do yourself good, and make us proud.'
Yes, Demelza always thought, I will make you proud. Being in Slytherin did not stop her, instead, she sought to prove herself, as a righteous being. She believed in justice and had the habit of keeping everything in order.
Her mother, being a waitress, once tested her out of curiosity.
'Take these plates, on both hands', she instructed.
'Huh? I- I can't...', Demelza sheepishly said, smiling.
'Don't worry, they won't break, they are made of metal. You are to improve your accuracy should you want to be the best witch there ever was.'
'And this will help?', Demelza laughed, a bit unsure, but nevertheless gave in.
'Yes.'
She took five plates in both her hands, and walked along the length of the room with perfect ease. Eve she was surprised at herself.
'See!', Penelope clapped, 'you could do it!'
'Maybe...'
The next task was to balance a cup on her head and pour coffee within it, without spilling it on herself. Demelza thought it was ridiculous, and even more so at the sight of her mother taking it very seriously. The girl performed the task as well as one could.
'You have the gift of accuracy', her mother beamed, 'You should nurture it.'
'Yeah', she said, looking at her hands for signs of the gift her mother had just talked about.
She studied till her eyes went foggy and her brain hurt.
She practiced spells day and night till she could aim without fail.
She never stopped working hard. Never stopped to achieve her goal.
Demelza Rookwood was obnoxiously perfect. A hard-worker. The model student.
And perfectionism? That was her strength.
DR
Name of the ability you are applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character:
As a girl who has spent most of her life a prodigy, Demelza cannot stand when things do not go her way. She believes herself to be perfect (a bit narcissistic, sure) and that whatever endeavours she partakes in goes wonderfully. A bit of a perfectionist, one might say.
After the death of her grandfather, she has the goal of becoming an Auror when she's an adult, to put down evil wizards and witches, and do so with perfect control and ease.
Her mother Penelope was aware of it, and she encouraged it whole-heartedly, which gave her the motivation to perfect her skills even further.
'My love', her words rang in her ear, 'You are born to be perfect. You are born to perform great deeds. Do yourself good, and make us proud.'
Yes, Demelza always thought, I will make you proud. Being in Slytherin did not stop her, instead, she sought to prove herself, as a righteous being. She believed in justice and had the habit of keeping everything in order.
Her mother, being a waitress, once tested her out of curiosity.
'Take these plates, on both hands', she instructed.
'Huh? I- I can't...', Demelza sheepishly said, smiling.
'Don't worry, they won't break, they are made of metal. You are to improve your accuracy should you want to be the best witch there ever was.'
'And this will help?', Demelza laughed, a bit unsure, but nevertheless gave in.
'Yes.'
She took five plates in both her hands, and walked along the length of the room with perfect ease. Eve she was surprised at herself.
'See!', Penelope clapped, 'you could do it!'
'Maybe...'
The next task was to balance a cup on her head and pour coffee within it, without spilling it on herself. Demelza thought it was ridiculous, and even more so at the sight of her mother taking it very seriously. The girl performed the task as well as one could.
'You have the gift of accuracy', her mother beamed, 'You should nurture it.'
'Yeah', she said, looking at her hands for signs of the gift her mother had just talked about.
She studied till her eyes went foggy and her brain hurt.
She practiced spells day and night till she could aim without fail.
She never stopped working hard. Never stopped to achieve her goal.
Demelza Rookwood was obnoxiously perfect. A hard-worker. The model student.
And perfectionism? That was her strength.
STATUS: Pending, Lesmana, 10 April
Reason for Pending:
- The word requirement to apply for an ability is 400 words minimum. Please explain more about why Demelza is a perfectionist.
STATUS: Pending - Jess, 16 April
Reason for Pending:
- Your application is 397 words. Please expand it to be at least 400 like Lesmana said.
STATUS: Approved - Jess, 17 April
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DR
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Defense Against the Dark Arts Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
wc: 444 words
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Defense Against the Dark Arts Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
The house Miren had grown up in, one she was supposed to consider home, had always been conflicting. It could be a place full of happy memories of time spent with her mother whenever she was not away, hunting Dark Wizards. But it could also turn into a place where hell broke loose in mere seconds with her father around. He never raised his hand against either of them. However, his unpredictable nature and moods were enough to create an unstable environment in which to grow up. And the hatred he had for the wizarding world certainly didn’t make it any easier.
Despite his clear disapproval, Miren’s mother knew how entranced the girl was with the idea of magic, just as she was aware of her special interest in anything that included her job as an Auror and the Dark Arts. The two of them engaged in conversations about the dark side of magic and especially how to protect oneself from it whenever they could. Incantations, wand movements, effects, possible dangers... Miren’s mother’s intention was, of course, to teach her daughter why and how to protect herself, avoid falling under the spell of powerful but dark charms; however, unintentionally, she only fed the girl’s fascination.
While Miren was young, she was smart enough to know that the Dark Arts were considered morally wrong, and she was very well aware of the reason her mother taught her about this topic. Of course, the motivation behind it was prevention and protection. And yet, although Miren devoured anything her mother said, mostly defensive spells, the darker side always piqued her interest so much more than anything else could. Because, just maybe, she could be the reason people needed to protect themselves. Maybe one day, the tables would turn, and she wouldn’t be the defenseless kid, terrified of her own father raising his voice anymore. Because maybe one day, the power would be all hers to take.
Miren’s interest in this area didn’t fade even when she was taken in by her aunt Ava after her mother’s death. On the contrary, it had only grown. It was then that she found equal interest in the Defense Against the Dark Arts as in the Dark Arts itself. Because perhaps, had her mother been stronger and known her way around defensive spells better, she wouldn’t have been killed by the Dark wizard she was supposed to pursue. So, even though Miren’s aunt was strongly against her fascination out of fear of losing her, too, one day, Miren continued to pursue more and more knowledge in said field without Ava’s knowledge, buried in books behind her aunt’s back whenever she could.
Despite his clear disapproval, Miren’s mother knew how entranced the girl was with the idea of magic, just as she was aware of her special interest in anything that included her job as an Auror and the Dark Arts. The two of them engaged in conversations about the dark side of magic and especially how to protect oneself from it whenever they could. Incantations, wand movements, effects, possible dangers... Miren’s mother’s intention was, of course, to teach her daughter why and how to protect herself, avoid falling under the spell of powerful but dark charms; however, unintentionally, she only fed the girl’s fascination.
While Miren was young, she was smart enough to know that the Dark Arts were considered morally wrong, and she was very well aware of the reason her mother taught her about this topic. Of course, the motivation behind it was prevention and protection. And yet, although Miren devoured anything her mother said, mostly defensive spells, the darker side always piqued her interest so much more than anything else could. Because, just maybe, she could be the reason people needed to protect themselves. Maybe one day, the tables would turn, and she wouldn’t be the defenseless kid, terrified of her own father raising his voice anymore. Because maybe one day, the power would be all hers to take.
Miren’s interest in this area didn’t fade even when she was taken in by her aunt Ava after her mother’s death. On the contrary, it had only grown. It was then that she found equal interest in the Defense Against the Dark Arts as in the Dark Arts itself. Because perhaps, had her mother been stronger and known her way around defensive spells better, she wouldn’t have been killed by the Dark wizard she was supposed to pursue. So, even though Miren’s aunt was strongly against her fascination out of fear of losing her, too, one day, Miren continued to pursue more and more knowledge in said field without Ava’s knowledge, buried in books behind her aunt’s back whenever she could.
wc: 444 words
STATUS: Approved - Jess, 16 April
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: here thank you!
Name of the ability you are applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
Describe why this fits your character: WC = 413
ReducioWhen Dido arrived at Hogwarts, this mystical place her parents had dreamed of, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, she had, naively, assumed that, like in her old muggle school, she was going to be near, if not the, top of every class she was in. However, this illusion was shattered almost instantly upon arrival when, to her absolute horror, Dido wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw and instead was put in Slytherin, something she immediately saw as a failing on her part.
But Dido did try to push through, making friends with dorm-mates and nervously prepping herself for her first class: Potions. And, to her utter delight, Dido was good at it! All of her worries were gone as she quickly and sensibly worked through the lesson, a genuine smile fixed on her face as she learnt and listened and mixed. Unfortunately, this childish elation did not last long as, soon after, Dido went to her first Defence Against the Dark Arts class. All of the theoretical aspects went well in the first half of the lesson and Dido started fairly confidently, probably arrogantly after her Potions success, but then, at the very end, the students were set to practise the two Sparks Spells that they had learnt. All Dido could produce was a small flicker of green light.
This dismal display of magic continued into her Charms and Transfiguration Lessons, whenever Dido used her wand as the primary tool, and Dido was crushed. From failing to be proclaimed as an intelligent child to struggling with the most basic spells, Dido’s time at Hogwarts had been failure after failure.
Except for that first Potions class. Almost like it was the last thing she could do to stay afloat, Dido threw herself into the study of Potions, desperately trying to bridge the vast gap she saw between herself and the other students by pouring all of her energy and focus into the minority of subjects which she was actually good at, hoping that it would finally destroy the painful, pressing sense of insecurity she had developed. Of course, it didn’t, at least not right away, but what it did do was give her a lasting passion bordering on obsession for the subject.
So Dido spent her studying time living, breathing and, surprisingly often, drinking potions work, forcing herself through the books in the library, no matter how small the words were, and essentially isolating herself from all her classmates and friends in her single-minded goal. To stay clever.
STATUS: Approved - Jess, 16 April
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