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When the Hogwarts professor showed up at AngelFyre’s door with the letter on the occasion of her 11th birthday, she could say in all honesty that as a Muggle, she knew nothing of magic. Literally nothing, except what she had read in Muggle literature or seen in Muggle cinema, and those both offer poor comparisons to the real thing. It would be fair to say that based on the reactions of her family to the news of her acceptance to Hogwarts, they were as unaware of magic in their lives as she was. So many students here grew up with magic in some fashion and they take for granted that magic is part of who they are. AngelFyre has felt, justifiably so, behind the curve in simply fitting in here, let alone understanding much of what is spoken of or goes on around these hallowed halls. There is still not a day that goes by in which she does not question whether this is just a vivid dream she has fashioned and one from which she will soon awaken, back home in her own room.

Because of these feelings and her newfound magical abilities, she and her family have wanted to know who they are, really are, and where her magic comes from. To that end, her mother and maternal grandmother have been doing a full court genealogical press on their family tree. They wanted to know if there were other instances of magic in their background, and they appear to have found some answers.

On her father’s side, it has been discovered that in 1658, John Iain McCubbin, along with his wife, Maeve Lyall McCubbin, emigrated from Scotland to the shores of the colonies in the new world, later to become the United States. They eventually made their home in Salem, Massachusetts sometime around 1673. It appears that for many years, they lived without incident, raising a family of two daughters and one son on their meager homestead.

A year or so before the Salem Witch Trials raged through the population in 1692, the McCubbins had packed up all of their belongings and had already started over again in Maryland. This timing is important because journal entries made by Maeve have been found in a family history museum in Australia. In the 2-3 years leading up to the witch hunts, there were passages in which she recounted conversations with her husband. She often implored him to have them sell what they could and move on as she had been “struck with visions” of friends and neighbors, accused of practicing witchcraft, burned alive or drowned for their sins of witchcraft. Maeve’s visions had been taken seriously in her family for years, and noted by her neighbors, as they often had been able to avoid starvation on their cabbage farm as she would often “forecast” a plague or early frost while her neighbors were not so fortunate.

On her maternal side, going back six generations, her great(x4)grandmother, Essie Wilhelms Godshall (nee Gantry), had some minor notoriety as a healer in and around the breadbasket area of the Midwest. She married Crawford Ingram Godshall, an infamous, but affable, gambler she met on a river boat trip on the Mississippi river. Crawford was lucky... very lucky. He was often accused of cheating, but no one could ever catch him doing so. Many times he escaped what would surely have been certain death at the hands of infuriated fellow gamblers, but he always managed to just dodge or duck flying bullets and knives. Her Grandma Ruth Godshall has recognized what she thought was just a decorative item but which she now believes to be an actual magical wand that belonged to Crawford Ingram Godshall. It has been passed down through the years to the men of the family. She has it now because it belonged to her husband, Ezra Simpson Godshall.

What has not yet been revealed in the genealogical study is why the magic on both sides was quieted or disappeared. Maybe there will be answers to that and maybe there will not be, but it seems clear that the magic has reappeared with AngelFyre. Things that no one in the family thought much of prior to AngelFyre’s 11th birthday have now taken on a new color. Her ability to “see” is infrequent and subtle. As a young child, her mother recounts seeing AngelFyre walking by their barn with her best friend Ainsley. Ainsley was walking closest to the barn, and for no rhyme or reason, AngelFyre took her best friend’s arm and casually directed her to AngelFyre’s other side, while continuing to walk. Just a few seconds later, their horse, Goliath, kicked out that portion of the barn where Ainsley would have been standing and likely would have been severely injured. When asked about it, AngelFyre just shrugged her shoulders and said she “Did not want Ainsley to get hurt,” but could not elaborate further on how she knew Ainsley would have been hurt, but for her moving her out of the way.

The Seer’s ability is a tricky one to pinpoint because so many people have gut feelings or intuition about things. One thing AngelFyre has long been aware of is how she does seem to have a strong sense sometimes about little things like what material will be on a quiz or exam, or knowing when someone will knock on their door when they are not expecting anyone, or even gathering candles for unexpected power outages. These things do not happen often, and it never would have occurred to her that it comes from a place of magic, but it now seems likely to her that it does.

A Seer is completely human, so there is nothing to change right now as a first year in terms of AngelFyre’s physical appearance. The only physical manifestations that a Seer undergoes is that the eyes will cloud over, completely white, when visions occur, rendering the Seer temporarily immobile. This may begin some time around her third year at Hogwarts. Also, a Seer’s hair pre-maturely turns gray or white, usually in later teenage years. Because she is still so young, AngelFyre’s hair has not yet started to turn white or gray. That will likely begin to manifest in her 6th or 7th year.

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Junhee Kim
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Name of Ability or Race that you Are Applying for: Werewolf

Dear Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
Hello, I'm Junhee Kim, and I am... Can you guess? A werewolf. I don't come from generations of it though, I got my werewolf blood from my grandmother, Emily Kim, former last name Brisbane. My grandma received Lycanotrophy all the way when she was a little girl. The story goes... It was a dark, cold, summer night, Emily always wandered alone being not watched a lot as a child. She had gone in the forest many times before, today was not different, or so she thought. The moon shone bright above her as she ventured through the forest. Emily knew these woods like the back of her hand, but at night everything was different. The trees were black, with faces all twisted, the moon laughed at the small child. And eyes watched her. Emily wasn't afraid though, that's the reason she was a Gryffindor. Anyways off topic, Emily trudged on, the forest getting thicker and unrecognizable. That's when it happened, as fast as her scream, a bite, a cry, a curse on her and her bloodline. So yeah, but not all my siblings or aunts and uncles are werewolves, only some who won the lucky gene lottery. As you can see this curse has an effect on me, I have to be careful after dark, drink a potion, being a werewolf isn't glamorous, but it's a part of who I am. Being a Lycanotrophy, has it's problems and benefits, it causes my extremely large appetite, I have slightly larger canine teeth than normal. I have a strong sense of smell, and I love chasing things. My eyes though are more puppy like rather than wolf like sadly. But I hear when I'm mad I'm scary. I don't really like sharing this though, only because I don't want to scare anyone or be teased... The worst thing about being a werewolf though is... Living in fear that I am going to turn into werewolf and hurt someone I love or care about... That's the worst feeling... I would only tell my secret to people I trust greatly and no one else. Besides that I'm just like everyone else I love to dance, sing, draw, and I care about people. I may have some differences but we're all the same inside. I wanna be the reason somebody smiles, I don't wanna be a source of fear. I know this for sure considering one of my friends are a Dhampir, Winter Wolfhartz. She's awesome and sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly! Maybe I'll Gemima... But for now this stays a secret between the school and me...
Thank you,
Junhee Kim
Lahinch Clare County, Ireland

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Natasha's mother was in the family line of Stilinski before marrying her husband.
Stilinski's was a wizarding family, that lived happily with their abilities in England. Both Watson and Marenna (Natasha Schneider's Grandparents) completed their education in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They fell in love with each other even after being in different houses. Watson belonged to Gryffindor while Marenna belonged to Hufflepuff. Both Watson and Marenna had the ability of Metamorphmagus, which made them fall with one and another. Both worked in the 'Ministry of magic' together as a Hit Wizard and a Hit Witch (A Hit Wizard and a Hit Witch is a member of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad that are trained to deal with highly dangerous combat situations, such as high-risk arrests, riot controls and presumably, hostage situations.)

Later, they got married and settled as a Metamorphmagus family. They lived happily amidst the danger. They gave birth to a beautiful girl baby, Malia Stilinski, Natasha's Aunt. After 4 years they welcome another girl baby into their beautiful family, Melissa Stilinski-Natasha's Mother.
Melissa was also a Metamorphmagus like her parents and her sister.

Natasha was so eager in knowing about the wizarding world and her family tree. Her mother explained it to her. This is what Natasha understood,
Every witch and wizard in the magical world belonged to a race, Human, Dhampir, Metamorphmagus, Parselmouth, Part Giant, Part Goblin, Seer, Part-Veela, Werewolf. And her family blood was Metamorphmagus.

Her grandmother and grandfather were both Metamorphmagis. So, her mom acquired the ability from both her parents. The family acquired this race for nearly 5-6 generations, which her mom was not sure. That was because they married only wizards or witches, but her both grandparents were both belonging to the same race made this more perfect for her. Her mother was the first person in nearly 10 generations to marry a muggle, but still her grandmother accepted it. Now Natasha will also get that ability even after being a half-blood.

Melissa made sure that her children are safe during those ages when they didn't know how to control their ability. But soon after her son-Noah Schneider (Natasha's brother) left to Hogwarts, her burden was reduced to half. Yet she was so careful with her daughter because her first instant of magic took place at the edge when she was about to be 8. Natasha was so happy to know that she also belong to that family race. She was just a child not knowing what she was capable of.

During family gatherings, her aunt-Malia Stilinski used to change her appearance and made Noah and Natasha laugh.Even her mother joined her sister, this made Smith astonished but still he enjoyed it. Natasha would accompany her father to the library after her brother left to Hogwarts, her mother forced herself to go along with them because she was scared about the muggles finding the truth about her daughter and her family.

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Winter was never a people person and yet she can not stand the idea of being alone, in a way it scares her more than anything else in life. She lost her parents and hates to think that she would lose others in her life so she always keeps them close. Her aunt told her of an ability a few wizard friends of hers had, it was called the binding mark. At first, she was confused by this being she had never heard of such a thing but with further explanation, she finally understood. Patricia, her aunt had explained that the feeling was different to each that would get it but in her case, it was simple pins and needles feeling.

Her aunt had been marked by a friend of hers and so she showed her the mark, it was a tattoo sort of mark, a full moon was placed on her ankle."The mark can be whatever you choose but it must be relevant to you in some sort of way, for example, the one who gave me this mark is a werewolf" her aunt had explained most of it to her and by then winter had been getting the point of it. Her cousin who was fond of things like such lent her some books and when she saw the words she immediately began reading on how it was performed and what the consequences of it were. A simple mark on the body was nothing to be concerned about, right? it could be considered quite cool.

Sure everyone had owls to send and receive letters from their friends and or family but winter was so tired of the simple writing, she missed seeing them in person, HEARING them in person. This ability was just what she needed and she wished she had known about it sooner. This amazing mark would allow as many people as you wished to telepathically communicate with you, she already spoke with a close friend at school whom she knew she could trust and so as her aunt did, she explained everything. It was a simple processor so it seemed to be, her friend, a willing participant told her to go for it and so that is just what she would do. Winter was wondering who in this wonderful wizarding world would come up with such a thing, though she would never judge instead she was quite glad that they had for it was leading to something new in her life, something useful.

Winter was dedicated to making this dream into a reality and she would do all she was required to make it so

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Nessie Swansea
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Nessie Swansea is the daughter of Leona Bird and Valerian Swansea. Both the Bird and Swansea families have magical lineage stretching back generations, though neither family considers themselves pureblood - muggles and muggleborns are scattered through the family tree, and regardless neither family would covet the elitist label even if it did apply. In fact, as magical families go, both sides of the family are relatively unremarkable, with one exception: the Swansea family has produced the occasional Seer across the generations.

However, this fact has been kept well-concealed from Nessie. The most recent Seer in the family was her great-grandfather Swansea. A couple years after Nessie was born, he made a prophecy regarding upcoming doom for Nessie's parents, Valerian and Leona. Eager to protect their daughter from the impending danger, the couple left Nessie in the care of her great-aunt Lulu and have not been seen or heard from since. Those in the family have whispered behind closed doors about the disappearance of the Seer's grandson and his wife, wondering whether the couple did in fact meet their doom, or whether they have brought about the doom themselves in leaving behind their only child. As such, Lulu has kept Nessie away from the family and their speculations, and Nessie has had a relatively sheltered childhood.

A few years after making the prophecy, Nessie's great-grandfather passed away, so there are currently no known Seers in the family. The family gossip surrounding Nessie's parents has quieted down, but Nessie hasn't seen most of the extended family since she was a baby - a combination of Lulu's protectiveness and the family's association of Nessie with the prophecy concerning her parents. No one is aware yet that Nessie possesses a talent for Seeing, not even Nessie herself. Admittedly, Aunt Lulu has always been overprotective of Nessie, fearful that the danger of the prophecy regarding her parents might come for her too - and yet these expectations have been defied at every turn. Lulu has been vigilant in watching Nessie for danger, but has not found any cause for worry yet.

Surprisingly, Nessie's luck has been far from what might be expected of someone growing up in the shadow of forecasted danger. Rather, she has had numerous unexceptional incidents of seemingly good fortune - but they have been so few and far between that neither Nessie nor her great-aunt have noticed the pattern, especially as Lulu has been keeping a close eye for bad luck specifically.

In fact, one would need to pay very close attention to a variety of scattered incidents to notice that Nessie is showing subtle signs of being a Seer: uncanny luck in card games, unusually good reflexes when it comes to catching anything her aunt drops, and a surefootedness in her movements as well as a noticeable lack of tripping and falling. There has not been any one moment to suggest Nessie may have talents beyond those of an ordinary witch her age, and she isn't even aware of the history of Seeing in her family, so she hasn't any idea that she might be a Seer.

Unless someone else puts the pieces together, Nessie's talent is likely to go unnoticed until her abilities manifest further.

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OLD: STA 7 | EVA 8 | STR 1 | WIS 7 | ARC 5 | ACC 7
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist (1)
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Aurelius had learned the value of preciseness from a young age.

Even before Hogwarts.

Being born into a pure-blood family, one that was well-regarded and olden, there had been expectations. Those expectations had been exacting, especially from an overbearing father - Kenneth Leeds - who demanded nothing but the very, absolute best from his offspring. His mother, Margaret, was a little kinder but still expressed supportive views of her husband. After all, the level of prestige presented by a son was important in some social castes, and the Wizarding pure-bloods were some of the most merciless.

Yet, that lesson wasn't provided by his father or mother. At least not directly. Since, Aurelius was the second born son of the Leeds family, which meant that his older brother - Sebastian - was considered the rightful inheritor of the family name, destined to become the next patriarch. This meant Aurelius had - essentially - been disregarded; he was the 'second son', the less important one, and the focus had always been on the eldest.

And for members of the Leeds family, there were two paths in life, two expectations: to become powerful Aurors or to become influential socialites. The more canny of the Leeds line were able to do both. Still, the life path for both brothers was outlined, before birth, and Aurelius was required to simply 'do well' - he was little more than a spare.

That didn't suit Aurelius.

Despite his father's feelings toward Aurelius, the Leeds family provided the best tutors and educators, as was proper. The youngest son took those opportunities, he maximized his time with each teacher, and he began to delve heavily into the pre-Hogwarts curriculum. Not only did Aurelius want to improve his knowledge, he wanted to show he was more than a spare behind the heir, and was determined to establish himself by his own standard. And, of course, it helped immensely that Aurelius was intelligent and had willpower bordering on outright stubbornness..

Mathematics, reading, writing, languages - particularly Latin - as well as history, humanities and social studies, arts, physical education; rudimentary herbology, rune translations, magical creature biology, algebra, magical history, social civics, geography, ancient geology... it didn't matter what it was, Aurelius dedicated himself to learning it. He wanted to absorb every ounce of information from his teachers, and even began to study in his own time, to force his tutors to advance the lessons and chapters.

Aurelius' life had become a cacophonous mixture of endless text study, countless hours of lecturing, and numbing years of practical applications. He was detail driven, exacting everything taught, remembering precise technicalities and particulars; it was important to him, personally, to excel in every conceivable way, to prove his parents wrong about how they treated him. Strenuous amounts of notations were exact, fake-wand movement preparations were perfected, his Latin was flawless and his personal quarters had come to resemble something of a personal library - books, paper, tomes all stacked neatly in organized piles, much filled in by Aurelius himself.

By the time the invitation to Hogwarts arrived, Aurelius had single-handedly driven his home-school education beyond any expectation of his family members, exceeding them in all things prior to Hogwarts. But he didn't plan to stop there; no, Aurelius had his sights set on becoming both an Auror and head of the Leeds family, and was determined to put just as much effort - if not more - into his magical studies at Hogwarts. His studies would be exact, his notations perfect, his effort extraordinary!

With his attitude that of a true perfectionist, Aurelius would excel.

At any cost.

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker
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“It-... It broke.” Sylvie muttered under her breath. Her head hung low on her shoulders as she stood before her mother.

“Are you kidding me? That wand was entirely too expensive as is, Sylvie! How are we going to replace that?” In her hands were the poorly taped and wrapped pieces of a wand- Sylvie’s wand. She’d broken it. Of course she did. Likely having sat on it, tripped over it, fell on it…


It was never fun to be scolded, and the headstrong Sylvie was not exempt from the discomfort of a wagging finger to the face and a frown upon a parent’s visage. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt as her mom ranted on about how the two of them would have to find a wand maker, how they’d have to spend hours picking out the perfect one. Time that could have been spent working. Jeez, she was really getting an earful, and honestly she was starting to zone out.

“First thing tomorrow,” Her mother said, her sharp tone snapping Sylvie back to reality. “We find you a new wand. To bed with you.” Ah. Good news! And then not so great news. What kind of thirteen year old gets put in a time out? Her, she supposed. Trudging up to her room, she tried to lift her spirits. After all- tomorrow was the start of a new journey with a new friend! A friend that she, hopefully, wouldn’t snap this time…

The morning after was… Definitely a journey, to say the least. A successful one would not be the way Sylvie would have described it, however. Her mother’s side of the family had their own, wonderful wand maker that, unfortunately, was based in Ireland, much too far away from home to be a viable option. So, her mother went and found a local wand maker to shop from. Wand after wand didn’t feel… Right, to Sylvie. A gorgeous silver lime wand with a core of unicorn hair did nothing as she held it in her hands. The cool looking wand with knobbly oak wood and wampus hair seemed dull and drab as she grasped it, nothing coming forth in a show of acceptance. It was… Discouraging. As the day drew on, her mother’s irritation only grew. They ended up going home, empty handed.

“None of them worked for you? Are you positive?”

“Yes- I mean, I think so. They didn’t feel right…”

Her mother fell silent for just a moment. “I have my wand from when I was a child; it’s still in good condition. I wasn’t planning on giving it away, but you can’t simply be wandless a week before you return to school. That would embarrass me.” With that, she disappeared behind her parent’s bedroom door.

Once she emerged, Sylvie’s eyes fell upon a sleek metal box, colored in a grayish-green. Her mother opened it, revealing a wand well cared for. “This was my second wand. It’s made of Mayhaw wood and has a core of rougarou hair.”

Sylvie had never heard of that core before. Tentatively, she reached out to grasp it, lifting it gingerly from its box. It was beautiful… It gave her butterflies in her stomach, a fuzzy feeling greeting her as glittering light emitted from the wand rested in her hand. This was the one. This one was special, for numerous reasons. This match would make her mother proud, it seemed, as a small, knowing smile spread across her face.

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