Ability Applications
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School Year: First year
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming presence
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Stamina 6 | Evasion 10 | Strenght 2 | Wisdom 6 | Arcane Power 4 | Accuracy 7
Abilities : calming presence
I just desire to be… useful and have some friends.
School Year: First year
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming presence
Describe why this fits your character:
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Gaia started to notice something, when she was really young - maybe eight years old -, people around her, if nervous or angry, started to talk with more calm tone and kind words.
She always hated conflicts. She couldn’t stand them, neither when she wasn’t involved. Hear people saying bad things each other, feeling their rage or pain, always made her upset and extremely tired. When her tiredness arrived to be so strong to make her fall asleep, like fainted, people stopped to be angry between them, and not only because they were worried for the kid, no.
Something odd was happening.
Something, like a sweet smell, started to be all around them, and this made their hearts calmer.
With time, Gaia understood how to don’t faint every time, but anyway every conflict always made her suffer a lot, at that point that she wanted disappear from the world, and be immersed into the nature, where nobody would found her.
This intense wish, often had the effect to calm people around her, with the kind smell of many flowers.
She wasn’t aware of her ability.
She had only a strong wish: people around her deserve to live in peace.
And she was feeling also guilty and selfish. She had in heart the sake of these people, of course, but more than everything, she need to that for survive.
Gaia has a kind soul and is very empathetic. This makes her very sensitive to fights and bad feelings, even when she is not involved. Gaia suffers inside her mind and heart, and so, for surviving, her mind, or her heart, or something else, gifted her the ability to make, somehow, people calmer.
This always costed to Gaia a lot of energies…
But with time she started to endure, for not faint in front of others. But anyway, always, after that, she needed a long nap, for recover, mentally and physically.
When she arrived to Hogwarts, she understood how much was important for her put some barriers. Too many kids, too many problems, too many in general.
Stay at Hogwarts was for her a beautiful thing, but also really exhausting because of that.
At that point she didn’t faint anymore. But during her first days at school, always went to sleep early, trying to recovery energies: from lessons, socialising, homework, and… that.
With time she was sure will be able to understand more how to control it, because make people feel better is one of her dreams.
She always hated conflicts. She couldn’t stand them, neither when she wasn’t involved. Hear people saying bad things each other, feeling their rage or pain, always made her upset and extremely tired. When her tiredness arrived to be so strong to make her fall asleep, like fainted, people stopped to be angry between them, and not only because they were worried for the kid, no.
Something odd was happening.
Something, like a sweet smell, started to be all around them, and this made their hearts calmer.
With time, Gaia understood how to don’t faint every time, but anyway every conflict always made her suffer a lot, at that point that she wanted disappear from the world, and be immersed into the nature, where nobody would found her.
This intense wish, often had the effect to calm people around her, with the kind smell of many flowers.
She wasn’t aware of her ability.
She had only a strong wish: people around her deserve to live in peace.
And she was feeling also guilty and selfish. She had in heart the sake of these people, of course, but more than everything, she need to that for survive.
Gaia has a kind soul and is very empathetic. This makes her very sensitive to fights and bad feelings, even when she is not involved. Gaia suffers inside her mind and heart, and so, for surviving, her mind, or her heart, or something else, gifted her the ability to make, somehow, people calmer.
This always costed to Gaia a lot of energies…
But with time she started to endure, for not faint in front of others. But anyway, always, after that, she needed a long nap, for recover, mentally and physically.
When she arrived to Hogwarts, she understood how much was important for her put some barriers. Too many kids, too many problems, too many in general.
Stay at Hogwarts was for her a beautiful thing, but also really exhausting because of that.
At that point she didn’t faint anymore. But during her first days at school, always went to sleep early, trying to recovery energies: from lessons, socialising, homework, and… that.
With time she was sure will be able to understand more how to control it, because make people feel better is one of her dreams.
STATUS: Approved, Elena, April 21th
Stamina 6 | Evasion 10 | Strenght 2 | Wisdom 6 | Arcane Power 4 | Accuracy 7
Abilities : calming presence
I just desire to be… useful and have some friends.
Ability Applications
Year 6 ability
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Nonverbal magic
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Please use this in trunk: Nonverbal Magic — requires no vocal capacity to cast spells.
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Nonverbal magic
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By the time Santiago reached his sixth year, he had grown accustomed to the structure of magic as it had been taught to him; clear incantations, deliberate wand movements, a rhythm one could rely on. For someone who preferred to be in control, there was a certain comfort in that predictability. You spoke, you moved, and the world responded accordingly. It was controlled and measurable. Nonverbal magic disrupted that entirely, yet he was intrigued by the notion of learning to cast spells independent of words—and when time came—wands. At first, he had to start without words, a feat that would prove more difficult than imagined, though Santiago was nothing if not persistent.
His first attempts had been underwhelming. Santiago sat at his usual spot in the library, wand poised, pointing at a textbook placed further away across the table, expression carefully neutral despite the growing irritation beneath it. The task was simple in theory: perform a basic levitation charm without uttering the incantation. He knew the spell well enough to cast it in his sleep. And yet, when he tried to replicate it in his head, nothing happened. Not even a flicker. Wingardium leviosa, he repeated in his mind, firmer, lips still unmoving. Nothing happened, again. A tremor ripped through a vein at the side of his temple after another failed attempt, his temperament slowly getting the better of him.
“Just move,” he repeated at the book, this time aloud, as if begging nicely, or demanding it sternly enough would bring results.
The words lingered in the air longer than he would have liked, sounding faintly ridiculous even to his own ears. Realizing how stupid he must have looked if anyone had seen him now, he exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a subtle eyeroll, and in the same movement managing to release some of the pent up frustration. Perhaps he was making it up to be more complicated than it needed to be, he thought. But how… that was the question. Perhaps it was not simply about the words, but the image. The boy cringed at his own train of thoughts. Such ideas were usually a bit too abstract and ridiculous for him, something his sisters or mother could have said and earned his good-hearted mockery, but at this point, perhaps they were right.
Resolute, Santiago loosened the iron grip of his wand, attempting to remain calm this time when he attempted to perform the spell. In his mind’s eye, he imagined the book levitating, and saw it in front of him before it had been actualized. The book tremored, before it lifted a fraction of the table. A small shift, perhaps, but it was a start. The moment he released the thought, the book slammed back with a slight thud. He leaned back slightly, exhaling under his breath as the last of the earlier frustration ebbed away. It could not be considered mastery, not even close, but it was the beginning of it, at least.
His first attempts had been underwhelming. Santiago sat at his usual spot in the library, wand poised, pointing at a textbook placed further away across the table, expression carefully neutral despite the growing irritation beneath it. The task was simple in theory: perform a basic levitation charm without uttering the incantation. He knew the spell well enough to cast it in his sleep. And yet, when he tried to replicate it in his head, nothing happened. Not even a flicker. Wingardium leviosa, he repeated in his mind, firmer, lips still unmoving. Nothing happened, again. A tremor ripped through a vein at the side of his temple after another failed attempt, his temperament slowly getting the better of him.
“Just move,” he repeated at the book, this time aloud, as if begging nicely, or demanding it sternly enough would bring results.
The words lingered in the air longer than he would have liked, sounding faintly ridiculous even to his own ears. Realizing how stupid he must have looked if anyone had seen him now, he exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a subtle eyeroll, and in the same movement managing to release some of the pent up frustration. Perhaps he was making it up to be more complicated than it needed to be, he thought. But how… that was the question. Perhaps it was not simply about the words, but the image. The boy cringed at his own train of thoughts. Such ideas were usually a bit too abstract and ridiculous for him, something his sisters or mother could have said and earned his good-hearted mockery, but at this point, perhaps they were right.
Resolute, Santiago loosened the iron grip of his wand, attempting to remain calm this time when he attempted to perform the spell. In his mind’s eye, he imagined the book levitating, and saw it in front of him before it had been actualized. The book tremored, before it lifted a fraction of the table. A small shift, perhaps, but it was a start. The moment he released the thought, the book slammed back with a slight thud. He leaned back slightly, exhaling under his breath as the last of the earlier frustration ebbed away. It could not be considered mastery, not even close, but it was the beginning of it, at least.
Please use this in trunk: Nonverbal Magic — requires no vocal capacity to cast spells.
STATUS: Approved, Elena, April 21th
Ability Applications
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School Year: First
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):
"But magic is neither good nor evil. It is a tool, like a knife. Is a knife evil? Only if the wielder is evil."
School Year: First
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):
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Despite her ruckus behavior, Cassandra was never a horrible student. She had some difficulty in strict assignments only due to the nature of it, not a lack of comprehension. She had been slapped with the label of "gifted" when her mother found out she could read at the age of 4. Regular school had been a breeze for her. So when she was presented with the challenge of understanding magic, oh wow. She did not back down.
The first couple months of school, she threw herself into her coursework, not wanting to interact with the den of snakes she was forced to reside with. Astronomy and Defense Against The Dark Arts were her favorite classes, the latter especially. Her wand (which she had been told was a pretty potent match) responded well to practical lessons, which if you could guess, were all too prominent in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
There was a certain kind of eagerness in being able to cast spells for herself now. In regular school, she hated the feeling of failure, however rare it came. She was scared of it, even. But with charms and spells, it was different. It was a joy going through trial and error, making mistakes and learning new things every time. The way she flicked her wand, the precise diction in her incantation, the confidence in her stance, all of it needed to be exact, and every time she cracked the code, she felt a sense of pride in herself that was overwhelming. Every compliment and "ooh" and "ahh" made her feel on top of the world. That was probably just the view of a eleven-year-old, though.
It came to a head when she started going above and beyond for her classes, asking for tips and advice from teachers and upperclassmen. She had decided that she really liked doing this, learning. The subjects were fascinating, and she couldn't help but be astonished by the tales of recent vanquishing in their history, the most obvious being the Second Wizarding War. Every tale brought curiosity, and every fact gave her knowledge. She started going further in her studies, taking notes on chapters they hadn't read yet, asking questions that no one else did. It earned the likings of her teachers and the scorn of some of her peers.
It was then she really decided that this was what she was going to do for the rest of her years here. She didn't care about the people she was forced to share a room with, because she had this school and freaking magic that she could busy herself with. And sure, there were some exceptions to her no-talking-to-snakes rule she had given herself, but really, those were just the good ones. It's not like she'll ever like being in this house, obviously. Right?
Despite her ruckus behavior, Cassandra was never a horrible student. She had some difficulty in strict assignments only due to the nature of it, not a lack of comprehension. She had been slapped with the label of "gifted" when her mother found out she could read at the age of 4. Regular school had been a breeze for her. So when she was presented with the challenge of understanding magic, oh wow. She did not back down.
The first couple months of school, she threw herself into her coursework, not wanting to interact with the den of snakes she was forced to reside with. Astronomy and Defense Against The Dark Arts were her favorite classes, the latter especially. Her wand (which she had been told was a pretty potent match) responded well to practical lessons, which if you could guess, were all too prominent in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
There was a certain kind of eagerness in being able to cast spells for herself now. In regular school, she hated the feeling of failure, however rare it came. She was scared of it, even. But with charms and spells, it was different. It was a joy going through trial and error, making mistakes and learning new things every time. The way she flicked her wand, the precise diction in her incantation, the confidence in her stance, all of it needed to be exact, and every time she cracked the code, she felt a sense of pride in herself that was overwhelming. Every compliment and "ooh" and "ahh" made her feel on top of the world. That was probably just the view of a eleven-year-old, though.
It came to a head when she started going above and beyond for her classes, asking for tips and advice from teachers and upperclassmen. She had decided that she really liked doing this, learning. The subjects were fascinating, and she couldn't help but be astonished by the tales of recent vanquishing in their history, the most obvious being the Second Wizarding War. Every tale brought curiosity, and every fact gave her knowledge. She started going further in her studies, taking notes on chapters they hadn't read yet, asking questions that no one else did. It earned the likings of her teachers and the scorn of some of her peers.
It was then she really decided that this was what she was going to do for the rest of her years here. She didn't care about the people she was forced to share a room with, because she had this school and freaking magic that she could busy herself with. And sure, there were some exceptions to her no-talking-to-snakes rule she had given herself, but really, those were just the good ones. It's not like she'll ever like being in this house, obviously. Right?
STATUS: Approved, Elena, April 21th
"But magic is neither good nor evil. It is a tool, like a knife. Is a knife evil? Only if the wielder is evil."
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioHaving not much to do in a day without many friends, TJ took to people watching. After all, it's impossible to spend all day with a book in hand. Trust TJ, she definitely tried. In fact, her parents had a picture of her crossing the road at night with a copy of Percy Jackson in hand. Perfectly aware of her surroundings, she was, even then. She'd gone the moment the streetlight had the walking green man.
She noticed when people came in the lunch room and when they left, when her hands were occupied with eating and her mind needed something to occupy it, too. She noticed what the people around her were saying, when they told their friends secrets out loud in the middle of the table. They knew she was there, but she never said anything to other people, so why would she be listening?
Moving on from people, she began to notice changes in objects. On the whiteboard in the art classroom, the teacher refreshed the previously dried marker writing. TJ had assumed that was a permanent marker, since even when she herself tried to erase her name from the "Good Student" list, it stubbornly stayed tacked to the board. Maybe the art teacher used... ah, there's the rag! On the teacher's desk laid a gray cloth with marker stains and a whiteboard cleaning fluid. She was also the first to notice her best friend, Mara, when she had a new haircut. She was the first one to notice that the books weren't put back in the right place at the library, before the librarian had even checked that section that day. She was the first to notice footprints from mud being tracked in on a rainy day. She was the first to notice as she waited to be tucked in when her dad approached the door late at night, his car driving up and his keys jingling as he came back from another long day at work.
But the people around her thought she wasn't observant, since she spent most of her time with her nose in a book. They thought, how can this girl notice anything when her head is always in the clouds? And TJ liked it that way, because it really was none of her business what other people did. Her own world with her books was much more interesting and certainly simpler to understand.
STATUS: Approved, Taros, April 21
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Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioThe beauty of Delilah Morrigan cannot be easily described. While some ladies are very confident about their beauty and use it as one of their key weapons, hers is more subtle. Delilah's beauty seems almost irresistible and hard to miss, not because it is flashy and in your face, but because of a certain mysterious quality associated with it.
Perhaps, it all comes down to contrast. Delilah combines such elements that, taken individually, are not especially eye-catching. However, the combination of these traits produces amazing results. For instance, her bright green eyes do not give away much at first sight. They seem gentle, attentive and curious. At the same time, they make us feel that behind that innocent look, a person observes us very carefully and knows much more than he or she wants to share. Her gaze seems almost piercing sometimes.
In addition to that, there is something about Delilah that is impossible to ignore. Not only she is attractive to the eye, but her mere presence in the room can cause people to pay special attention to her and start a conversation. There is nothing spectacular about how she walks – quite the contrary, in fact, she seems to move very naturally and confidently, almost as though everything around her is designed for her comfort.
However, perhaps, the most impressive feature of Delilah Morrigan is the combination of kindness and shrewdness she displays. This lady is extremely thoughtful; one may say that she has an ability to sense things that are going on around her. She is extremely polite and kind to everyone. At the same time, there is something special about how she looks at people that makes us think that this is only the first mask that hides her true personality.
It should be noted that Delilah is rather quiet. She does not talk too much, which is rare for young ladies. On top of that, she does not try to draw attention to herself, which is another unusual trait for a pretty girl.
Overall, the combination of all of these features creates a fascinating picture. Perhaps, one of the most appealing aspects of this girl is the mysteriousness hidden behind her bright smile.
Another aspect worth mentioning is her soft but powerful voice. Listening to her speaking is a real pleasure. Her voice does not try to convince anyone or impress them in any way. On the contrary, it seems that everything that comes from it deserves our undivided attention.
Again, in case of Delilah, we have to mention her sincerity. She does not try to be perfect or attract attention on purpose. She just stays herself, which is probably the best way to impress us.
STATUS: Approved, Elena, April 22nd
she moves like the tide — soft, but impossible to ignore
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability you are applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
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ReducioWC:517/400
Lily had always been fascinated by Charms, right from the beginning of her life, she considered. She always loved hearing the tales of her sister, Isabelle, who always told her stories of being in a class where they were supposed to know how to wave their wands and cast charms.
When she came of age to go to Hogwarts, she was especially excited to buy her wand and spell books more than anything else. Out of all the subjects from Potions, Transfiguration, Astronomy, etc., she liked Charms the best. She had already read the book of Charms, Book of Spells, by Miranda Goshawk so many times since the moment she had purchased it that she could recite several incantations by herself without the help of the book. She was so enchanted by all the spells and could not wait to try them out herself.
She wanted to try out two of her most favourite charms, the Dancing Feet Charm and the Levitation Charm. She excitedly took out her wand and her book, and secretly went to her sister's room to retrieve a skeleton when Isabelle caught her red-handed and blackmailed her... Oh well, time for plan 2.
She took out her books again and began memorising all the spells in the book. There was the Mending Charm on the first page. "Re-PAH-ro", she muttered under her breath, already imagining the feeling of repairing something. Next came the Levitation charm, whose incantation was carefully pronounced by her. "Win-GAHr-dium LeviOsA", she mumbled. She excitedly turned the page, on which the incantation for the Dancing Feet Charm was there. "ta-RON-ta-LEG-gra", she murmured excitedly. Too bad, her sister heard her, who was standing so still that Lily could not have noticed her unless she had not snickered behind her back. Lily immediately turned around just to witness the sight of her sister chuckling at her.
"You are that excited about Charms, aren't you?" her sister asked. Lily nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Don't worry. Let me show you how to spell these charms. I am sure you will do great." Her sister, encouraging her? That was utterly unusual, but Lily followed her anyway, to her parents' bedroom, where her mother was resting.
"Mother." Isabelle began. "Lily is a tad too excited for Charms. Honestly, I think it is a bit overrated." "Isabelle, just because you don't like Charms, doesn't mean that others can't. Also, I know about her excitement. I was just thinking to show her some charms myself," her mother said. Lily's eyes lit up in excitement; she was finally going to see the charms she wanted to try out herself. Her mother summoned a bunch of skeletons from somewhere and asked. "So, Lily. Which charms would you like to see first?"
"The Dancing Feet Charm!!" Lily exclaimed. "And oh, can I also see the Levitation charm?" she asked. "Sure thing, Lils. Come now." And then her mother performed those spells. Oh, she was so enchanted and impressed. She promised herself that she would become good at Charms no matter what now, now that she was in love with the subject.
STATUS: Approved, Elena, April 22nd
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Keeper's Catch
She often sat on the damp grass of their garden, chin resting on her bulky leg guards, watching her brother swim effortlessly through the sky on his broomstick. He looked like a bird caught in a slipstream, graceful and free. Every time he dove, she felt a pang of longing so sharp it made her chest ache. But whenever she reached for the spare broom leaning against the shed, the reply was always the same: "You’re too young, Chloe. Wait until you’re eleven."
So, she trained harder than ever. If she couldn’t fly, she would become an immovable object on the ground. Her training was fueled by a volatile mixture of anger, determination, and a complete lack of self-control. She stopped playing for fun and started playing for penance. She threw herself into the path of speeding hockey balls with a recklessness that bordered on dangerous, ignoring the sting of the impact.
Eventually, the physical cost of her obsession became visible. She began to walk with a faint limp in her step and carried an awkwardly rotated shoulder—permanent souvenirs of injuries sustained by pressing her growing body further than it was ever meant to go. Her parents watched from the kitchen window with growing concern, their substandard healing charms barely knitting together the bruises she collected like trophies. They tried to tell her to rest, but she couldn't. To rest was to accept being "just a kid."
One evening, after a particularly grueling session where she had blocked fifty consecutive shots until her arms went numb, her brother finally landed his broom beside her. He didn't offer a patronising smile this time. Instead, he looked at her battered gear and the fierce, steady fire in her eyes. He handed her a practice Quaffle.
"The hoops are higher than a hockey net," he said quietly. "Better get started.
When Chloe got to Hogwarts, she stared at the hoops rising up out the stadium, the ones that had formed most of her childhood.
At her first flying lesson, she sped off straight to the pitch, ignoring the bursts of instructions streaming out from over the grounds. Up to the hoops, to the defending position. She smiled. This was home.
"I'm not going to be murdered." - Harry Potter
Keeper's Catch
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In the Muggle world, Chloe Wade had played hockey for years, specifically as a goalkeeper. Since she was four years old, she had lugged the heavy, sweat-stained kit to and from matches twice a week, every single week. She played in every environment available—bitter rain that turned the pitch into a swamp, blistering sunshine that made her helmet feel like a furnace, and even that one random tornado she hadn’t been entirely sure was natural. Looking back, it was probably the product of her older brother, a frantic sixth-year, trying to revise for his N.E.W.T.s by practicing atmospheric charms in the back garden.She often sat on the damp grass of their garden, chin resting on her bulky leg guards, watching her brother swim effortlessly through the sky on his broomstick. He looked like a bird caught in a slipstream, graceful and free. Every time he dove, she felt a pang of longing so sharp it made her chest ache. But whenever she reached for the spare broom leaning against the shed, the reply was always the same: "You’re too young, Chloe. Wait until you’re eleven."
So, she trained harder than ever. If she couldn’t fly, she would become an immovable object on the ground. Her training was fueled by a volatile mixture of anger, determination, and a complete lack of self-control. She stopped playing for fun and started playing for penance. She threw herself into the path of speeding hockey balls with a recklessness that bordered on dangerous, ignoring the sting of the impact.
Eventually, the physical cost of her obsession became visible. She began to walk with a faint limp in her step and carried an awkwardly rotated shoulder—permanent souvenirs of injuries sustained by pressing her growing body further than it was ever meant to go. Her parents watched from the kitchen window with growing concern, their substandard healing charms barely knitting together the bruises she collected like trophies. They tried to tell her to rest, but she couldn't. To rest was to accept being "just a kid."
One evening, after a particularly grueling session where she had blocked fifty consecutive shots until her arms went numb, her brother finally landed his broom beside her. He didn't offer a patronising smile this time. Instead, he looked at her battered gear and the fierce, steady fire in her eyes. He handed her a practice Quaffle.
"The hoops are higher than a hockey net," he said quietly. "Better get started.
When Chloe got to Hogwarts, she stared at the hoops rising up out the stadium, the ones that had formed most of her childhood.
At her first flying lesson, she sped off straight to the pitch, ignoring the bursts of instructions streaming out from over the grounds. Up to the hoops, to the defending position. She smiled. This was home.
Reducio
STATUS: Denied, Elena, April 22nd
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"I'm not going to be murdered." - Harry Potter
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for:
's grace
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
𝕽𝖔𝖜𝖆𝖓 𝖁𝖊𝖝𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖞
Stamina: 4 |Evasion: 8 |Strength: 3 |Wisdom: 8 |ArcPower: 6 |Accuracy: 6
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for:
's graceDescribe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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WC: 557
Rowan learned to be quiet growing up as if it was mandatory. In the convent, she was already drawing enough attention towards herself so she had to find away to take up less space and make herself smaller . She learned to soften her footsteps on the flagstone floors, to breathe through her mouth in the silence of the chapel, to press herself into doorways and alcoves and let the shadows fold around her like a second skin. She learned to move through rooms without disturbing the air, to open doors without a creak, to exist in the same space as others without leaving any trace of herself behind. As a result, she spied through half open doors and dark corners and blind spots and collected people's secrets, for instance, she learned that sister Agnes had the habit of smoking just after sermon on Sundays and even after conversations with Mother Superior, yet she never noticed her spying on her.
At Hogwarts, the skill translated. The castle was larger, louder, more chaotic with new faces Rowan wasn't so familiar with, but the principles were the same. Stone floors and cold walls and large doors and eyes that followed when you least wanted them to. Rowan slipped through the crowds in the corridors unnoticed like water through cracks. She moved between students at dinner without brushing a single sleeve. She appeared in the library, found her corner, and vanished into it like a cat finding a windowsill. She watched from the edges of the Great Hall, from the back of the classroom, from the dark spaces between torches where the light didn't quite reach. She did not think of it as grace, she never even thought it ouf of the ordinary. The same way a cat does not think of its silence as a weapon, only as the thing it was born with and keeps it alive.
Her green eyes, slanted and sharp, missed nothing. She watched the way other students moved, loud, careless, unafraid of being seen, and she filed away their habits, their weaknesses, their little twitchs, the way some of them become uncomfortable at certain things. She watched the professors, learning their schedules, their moods, the precise moment when their attention drifted. She watched the castle itself, mapping its empty classrooms, its forgotten corners where no one ever thought to look, the precise hours certain corners and places were empty.
Rowan had never been caught skipping class. Not once. Not in the convent, where the nuns' eyes followed her like she was already guilty of something. Not at Hogwarts, where the corridors were patrolled by professors and prefects who were skilled enough but she just had a way of blending into the wallpaper and cupboards and benchs an trees.
She had learned early that authority figures had blind spots. Sister Agnes never checked the confessional booths after noon. One of the teacher's attention wandered during the last ten minutes of class. Mother Superior took her tea at exactly 2:15, and the church's pastor followed her. These were mere patterns Rowan memorised, and Rowan had learned to move between them like a cat slipping through a half-open door.
WC: 557
Rowan learned to be quiet growing up as if it was mandatory. In the convent, she was already drawing enough attention towards herself so she had to find away to take up less space and make herself smaller . She learned to soften her footsteps on the flagstone floors, to breathe through her mouth in the silence of the chapel, to press herself into doorways and alcoves and let the shadows fold around her like a second skin. She learned to move through rooms without disturbing the air, to open doors without a creak, to exist in the same space as others without leaving any trace of herself behind. As a result, she spied through half open doors and dark corners and blind spots and collected people's secrets, for instance, she learned that sister Agnes had the habit of smoking just after sermon on Sundays and even after conversations with Mother Superior, yet she never noticed her spying on her.
At Hogwarts, the skill translated. The castle was larger, louder, more chaotic with new faces Rowan wasn't so familiar with, but the principles were the same. Stone floors and cold walls and large doors and eyes that followed when you least wanted them to. Rowan slipped through the crowds in the corridors unnoticed like water through cracks. She moved between students at dinner without brushing a single sleeve. She appeared in the library, found her corner, and vanished into it like a cat finding a windowsill. She watched from the edges of the Great Hall, from the back of the classroom, from the dark spaces between torches where the light didn't quite reach. She did not think of it as grace, she never even thought it ouf of the ordinary. The same way a cat does not think of its silence as a weapon, only as the thing it was born with and keeps it alive.
Her green eyes, slanted and sharp, missed nothing. She watched the way other students moved, loud, careless, unafraid of being seen, and she filed away their habits, their weaknesses, their little twitchs, the way some of them become uncomfortable at certain things. She watched the professors, learning their schedules, their moods, the precise moment when their attention drifted. She watched the castle itself, mapping its empty classrooms, its forgotten corners where no one ever thought to look, the precise hours certain corners and places were empty.
Rowan had never been caught skipping class. Not once. Not in the convent, where the nuns' eyes followed her like she was already guilty of something. Not at Hogwarts, where the corridors were patrolled by professors and prefects who were skilled enough but she just had a way of blending into the wallpaper and cupboards and benchs an trees.
She had learned early that authority figures had blind spots. Sister Agnes never checked the confessional booths after noon. One of the teacher's attention wandered during the last ten minutes of class. Mother Superior took her tea at exactly 2:15, and the church's pastor followed her. These were mere patterns Rowan memorised, and Rowan had learned to move between them like a cat slipping through a half-open door.
STATUS: Approved, Elena, April 22nd
𝕽𝖔𝖜𝖆𝖓 𝖁𝖊𝖝𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖞
Stamina: 4 |Evasion: 8 |Strength: 3 |Wisdom: 8 |ArcPower: 6 |Accuracy: 6
Ability: cat's grace
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Comprehend Languages - Veela
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Comprehend Languages - Veela
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Richard's father, Ambroise de Montmorency is an employee at the Foreign Affairs (Diplomacy) Department of the French Ministry of Magic. His job requires to not only meet human wizards, but also occasionally communities of Veelas or Centaurs for example.
Although the contents of the conversations are strictly confidential, Ambroise would often explain to Richard that maintaining contact and negotiating with the different magical communities are of the out most importance. Of course, at Richard's age, concepts like these were very vague, something that old people would say, but had no impact in his own innocent life. The only argument that rang a bell in his head was that there was a great chance that these languages may also be heard and spoken within the thick magical walls of Hogwarts.
Therefore, Richard's parents decided that, starting at the age of 8, Richard would first learn the rudiments of the Veela's language. Although he initially struggled to hear all the sounds and read fluently all the words, he quickly became keen on improving his skills. After 1 year of practice, he had the chance to cross path with a Veela who was invited at a charity where Richard was present. He took the chance to greet her with his broken Veela, exaggerating syllables here and there, or just forgetting parts of his sentences. If a side of him blamed the pseudo-Allure of Veelas for his missed attempt, he managed to accept that he would not be a master of it before a while. Appreciating the gesture, the Veela smiled at him, giving him encouragements and tips. He was then presented to her daughter, Elyria, who was about the same age as him. As he did with Elyria's mother, Richard attempted to talk to her in a broken Veela, which brought a good 15 minutes of teasing upon him. As the event continued, Elyria and Richard developed a fond and friendly bond. After playing while the adults handled whatever business they were there for, both children would speak in Veela and, after a while, promised each other to continue their conversations by owls.
Since then, Richard would sometimes spend his free time reading books that Veelas would give to their children : stories about their history, their own folklore, but also listen to stories broadcasted on their Magic Radio Channels. Thanks to his friend Elyria, he grew quite a small collection of Veela stories, his favorite ones being of the Auror genre.
Although the contents of the conversations are strictly confidential, Ambroise would often explain to Richard that maintaining contact and negotiating with the different magical communities are of the out most importance. Of course, at Richard's age, concepts like these were very vague, something that old people would say, but had no impact in his own innocent life. The only argument that rang a bell in his head was that there was a great chance that these languages may also be heard and spoken within the thick magical walls of Hogwarts.
Therefore, Richard's parents decided that, starting at the age of 8, Richard would first learn the rudiments of the Veela's language. Although he initially struggled to hear all the sounds and read fluently all the words, he quickly became keen on improving his skills. After 1 year of practice, he had the chance to cross path with a Veela who was invited at a charity where Richard was present. He took the chance to greet her with his broken Veela, exaggerating syllables here and there, or just forgetting parts of his sentences. If a side of him blamed the pseudo-Allure of Veelas for his missed attempt, he managed to accept that he would not be a master of it before a while. Appreciating the gesture, the Veela smiled at him, giving him encouragements and tips. He was then presented to her daughter, Elyria, who was about the same age as him. As he did with Elyria's mother, Richard attempted to talk to her in a broken Veela, which brought a good 15 minutes of teasing upon him. As the event continued, Elyria and Richard developed a fond and friendly bond. After playing while the adults handled whatever business they were there for, both children would speak in Veela and, after a while, promised each other to continue their conversations by owls.
Since then, Richard would sometimes spend his free time reading books that Veelas would give to their children : stories about their history, their own folklore, but also listen to stories broadcasted on their Magic Radio Channels. Thanks to his friend Elyria, he grew quite a small collection of Veela stories, his favorite ones being of the Auror genre.
WC = 410
STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 22nd April
Last edited by Richard de Montmorency on 22 Apr 2026, 12:30, edited 1 time in total.
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
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“Aluna, are you done with your studying yet? It’s nearly dinner time!”, Aluna’s mom hollered from the kitchen.
“Not yet!”, She called back. She looked down at the paper in front of her. Then she shook her head and crumpled the paper. She tossed it into her already full wastebasket. Then Aluna pulled out a fresh piece of binder paper, copying her vocabulary notes down again.
“Aluna”, Her mom’s voice drifted through the doorway. “Have you not started?”
“I have!”, Aluna responded. “I just didn’t like the way I wrote and annotated it.”, She pointed at the wastebasket. Aluna’s mother sighed.
“You don’t have to be perfect! You won’t fail the test because you wrote your vocabulary notes in the wrong order.” Aluna’s mother shook her head.
“I know that.”, Aluna mumbled. “But what if I don’t have enough information? Or what if I can’t properly understand it?”
“Aluna.”, Her mother said softly. Aluna looked up at her mom from her messy desk. “When have you not gotten an A on a test?”
“Never.”, Aluna smirked proudly.
“So what makes you think you won’t get a 100 percent on this test?”, Aluna’s mom raised an expectant eyebrow.
“I don’t know.”, Aluna hung her head. “I’ll come eat dinner.”
Her mother nodded. “You don’t have to be perfect.” She reassured her.
Later, when her family was sleeping, Aluna slipped out of bed and crept towards her desk. She pulled out a stack of paper, her favorite pen, and a pack of pastel yellow highlighters. Pulling out her original notes, she copied them down. Nope! Not satisfied. She started again. And again. She copied and recopied until her hand cramped. When the sun was nearly rising, Aluna was finally satisfied. She placed the paper into a folder in her backpack. She slipped back into bed, and promptly fell asleep.
A few hours later, her alarm blared. Aluna groaned and sat up. She usually got up at 6, so maybe she had some time to go back to sleep? No, Aluna woke up early so she could have a perfect start to her day. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and made her bed. She pulled on the outfit that she had already set out. She made herself breakfast and ate it quickly. She brushed her teeth and sat down on the couch, pulling out her assigned reading. About a chapter in, Aluna’s family began to wake. Happy chatter set in as her sisters rushed to get ready for school. 30 minutes and she was walking into her classroom and steeling herself. She was going to do perfect on that test.
A week later, Aluna walked into her mother’s office. She didn’t need to speak. She set down the paper next to her mom and walked out. The score was, after all, not surprising. She pulled out her planner, and next to the note that said test, she wrote 100%. Nothing short of perfect.
“Not yet!”, She called back. She looked down at the paper in front of her. Then she shook her head and crumpled the paper. She tossed it into her already full wastebasket. Then Aluna pulled out a fresh piece of binder paper, copying her vocabulary notes down again.
“Aluna”, Her mom’s voice drifted through the doorway. “Have you not started?”
“I have!”, Aluna responded. “I just didn’t like the way I wrote and annotated it.”, She pointed at the wastebasket. Aluna’s mother sighed.
“You don’t have to be perfect! You won’t fail the test because you wrote your vocabulary notes in the wrong order.” Aluna’s mother shook her head.
“I know that.”, Aluna mumbled. “But what if I don’t have enough information? Or what if I can’t properly understand it?”
“Aluna.”, Her mother said softly. Aluna looked up at her mom from her messy desk. “When have you not gotten an A on a test?”
“Never.”, Aluna smirked proudly.
“So what makes you think you won’t get a 100 percent on this test?”, Aluna’s mom raised an expectant eyebrow.
“I don’t know.”, Aluna hung her head. “I’ll come eat dinner.”
Her mother nodded. “You don’t have to be perfect.” She reassured her.
Later, when her family was sleeping, Aluna slipped out of bed and crept towards her desk. She pulled out a stack of paper, her favorite pen, and a pack of pastel yellow highlighters. Pulling out her original notes, she copied them down. Nope! Not satisfied. She started again. And again. She copied and recopied until her hand cramped. When the sun was nearly rising, Aluna was finally satisfied. She placed the paper into a folder in her backpack. She slipped back into bed, and promptly fell asleep.
A few hours later, her alarm blared. Aluna groaned and sat up. She usually got up at 6, so maybe she had some time to go back to sleep? No, Aluna woke up early so she could have a perfect start to her day. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and made her bed. She pulled on the outfit that she had already set out. She made herself breakfast and ate it quickly. She brushed her teeth and sat down on the couch, pulling out her assigned reading. About a chapter in, Aluna’s family began to wake. Happy chatter set in as her sisters rushed to get ready for school. 30 minutes and she was walking into her classroom and steeling herself. She was going to do perfect on that test.
A week later, Aluna walked into her mother’s office. She didn’t need to speak. She set down the paper next to her mom and walked out. The score was, after all, not surprising. She pulled out her planner, and next to the note that said test, she wrote 100%. Nothing short of perfect.
STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 22nd April