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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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Perfection might as well have been Eveline's middle name. Every single thing she did at home or anywhere in the presence of her mother was carefully watched. If she misspoke at dinner, using the incorrect word, her mother would make her write definitions from the dictionary until she memorized the definition of the correct word verbatim. If she stumbled, mother would make her walk with books on her head to practice her balance. If her marks were below exceptional, mother would double her study time for whichever subjects needed work.
It only got worse when she was at school. Eveline had always had to contend with her own appearance and reputation, but at Hogwarts, mother wasn't around physically. That only meant Eveline had to hold herself to a higher standard. She began rehearsing incantations in the bathrooms late at night when no one was around so that she wouldn't muck them up in class. She began practicing wand movements in private in the dormitories so that her hands wouldn't shake while practicing during class. Even the smaller things like tying her shoelaces had to be completely perfect, or Eveline wasn't satisfied.
In other words, if her mother wouldn't be satisfied with something, then neither could Eveline. That was her rule of thumb, her creed, her mantra that constantly buzzed inside her head. What would Mother think? Would Mother approve?
On the rare occasion that Eveline did make a mistake, she immediately informed her mother with a letter via her owl, Kerfuffle, as well as an explanation of how she would prevent such a mistake going forward. She had forced herself to write lines, practiced spells in abandoned classrooms when no one was about, and done just about everything to ensure she wouldn't make a fool of herself, or worse, her family.
Her mother never showed approval outwardly. Not like her father did. But Eveline continued pushing herself toward that ever evasive perfection, all in the hope that one day, even only once, her mother would tell her she was proud of Eveline. That Eveline had represented the Ashcombes well. That perhaps, one day, her Father would love her in a way other than with his careful distance. Instead of buying everything she asked for, perhaps Father would give her a hug and proudly exclaim that he was glad she was his daughter.
Until that day came, Eveline would keep working. She would keep punishing herself harshly for mistakes. And she would study and practice like she was born to do little else.
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for:'s Grace (Year 1)
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Though enormous in size, the Manor of Beddgelert comprised of a small portion of the land the Bakir family owned. The territory extended into the vast forests that constituted as the family's backyard. The second eldest Bakir sibling, Hana, often found herself frequenting these forests, quietly claiming it as her own personal hunting grounds.
Being a hunter called for patience and the ability to be faster than your prey; unfortunately for the Bakir daughter, patience was not a virtue she possessed, and thus she was forced to put all her efforts into simply being quicker. Patience did not matter if the arrow had pierced through the heart of her victim before it could blink.
Even the most skittish of creatures—deer, rabbits—were not exempt from the Bakir daughter's wrath; in fact, she found great pride in being able to have such animals at her mercy.
While the foundations had been gifted to her by her father—his hasty movements often having the Youngest jest of his true calling to the circus—it was something Hana had perfected. She moved about whatever space she occupied with a dangerous swiftness, a skill that proved most advantageous when she was in pursuit of her latest hunt—
—which currently consisted of her two youngest brothers.
Now, Hana preferred to indulge in the simple pleasures of life—of such included hunting down her younger brothers for sport, especially when they found it amusing to pull degenerative pranks on her. It was only fair she got her come-uppance. She quickly weaved in and out of the thick trees in pursuit of the blockheads who claimed relation to her; her feet barely touched the ground as she bound towards the direction of the infuriating laughter. Playful giggles resounded through the forest, Hana huffing in displeasure as her youngest brothers continued to taunt her.
"I do not find this amusing," she called out, hands grasping at her bow and arrow grasped tightly, "reveal yourselves lest face my wrath, you cowards."
Silence. Hana paused her movements, listening closely for an indication where the twins may have gone to. Forcefully slowing her breathing, she focused all her attention on what she could hear at the moment. Eventually, a quiet rustle had her bounding forward into a bush, capturing one of the two brothers before he could make his escape.
She mean-spiritedly pinched one of the boy's ears, huffing pridefully as she claimed her victory. Her other brother soon revealed himself, whining about the unfairness of the situation, "You're too fast, sister! You always spoil our fun!"
"Simply be faster, brother."
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Terrible Presence (Year 2)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioThe Bakirs are a dynasty with a deep love for the gruesome and the grotesque, naturally drawn to what others would typically shy away from. For Hana's father, Kareem Bakir, that meant pathetically falling in love with Amira El-Maghrabi—a woman he'd soon romance and beg to take him as her husband.
Inherited from her beloved mother's side of the family, a dark, foreboding aura seems to follow Hana wherever her travels led her. Hana is beautiful, hauntingly so, but one can’t help but wonder if there’s something _wrong_ with her upon first glance. Whether it be her cheeks a little too hallow, her brown skin a little too dulled—as if she hadn’t stepped foot into the sun for a millennia—or her eyes lacking the youthful glint typical among her peers. Hana simply didn't look human; the young Bakir's looks make her more akin to the undead than any living person, an aspect of her that continues to unsettle whatever pour soul comes across her path.
The mannerisms of the Bakir daughter only seem to push the sentiment—body composed of long, imposing limbs that invade her victim's personal space as she scrutinized them with her wide-eyed gaze. Such eyes were unblinking, seeming as they belonged to a doll rather than a human child. Furthermore, she moved about the space with a quick certainty, able to move from one side of the room to another in the blink of an eye; because of this, many misinterpret Hana as a mysterious, haunting figure. She moved about similarly to a ghost, a monster that one would typically come across in their nightmares.
As inherited from her beloved mother, Hana inflection remains completely monotonous, rarely exhibiting any emotion through facial expressions or tone of voice. While physically unable to express any emotion, others interpret this as upsetting the young girl, when in reality she was simply gifted the inability to express emotions from her dearest mother.
The eldest Bakir daughter simultaneously captivates and unsettles those who come across the unfortunate event of interacting with her; she floats through one's dream, lingering as a quiet figure in the corner of your room as you attempt to shake away the nightmares. Though not one to linger, her presence certainly does; whatever space the young Bakir occupies, the air seemed to grow frigid, the shadows feeling more comfortable overtaking the space in her presence.
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Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Keen Eye
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Keen Eye
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Denisse owes the sharp perception that she has to her upbringing and interactions. Denisse remains one who observes before she is one who engages. It has been seen that Denisse has cultivated an ability that sees far more than that which is readily observable, a product of her tendency to observe carefully – to notice the subtle details that are missed by others.
The reticent Denisse is perhaps part of the equation. Whereas many other children immediately jump into conversations or activities, Denisse frequently halts to look and to listen. In doing so, this quiet demeanor grants Denisse the space in which to notice small alterations in tone in an otherwise nervous voice, or the faint twitch of a hand indicating hesitation. Denisse does not crowd into the center of any group, which allows Denisse to observe the periphery, the places that fill in the gaps to paint a complete picture.
Her silver Siberian cat, Katya, also plays a role. Providing for such a creature necessitates an intense and acute awareness of another living thing. Denisse learned, withKatya, to decipher unsaid signals that might lie behind a flip of a tail to denote displeasure, or a quiet meow indicating underlying stress. Katya’s behavior fostered Denisse’s sensitivity to the behavioral patterns exhibited by both humans and other creatures.
Her identity as a muggleborn further contributes to this development. Traveling through spaces that often demonstrated judgment or contempt, Denisse learned by observing the slight variations between a working spell and one that failed; the specific nuance of an uttered charm or incantation.
During the summer when Denisse was eight years old, the afternoons were often filled with a visit to her grandmother’s sprawling, wild garden filled with herbs and an assortment of neighborhood strays. One day, grandmother asked Denisse to collect leaves for supper. Instead of taking the first readily available green leaves, Denisse lowered herself to eye level and carefully examined the plants before her.
She noticed the miniscule dots that speckled the foliage from pesky insects and the shriveling leaves that responded poorly to the summer’s humidity.
Denisse carefully selected leaves that remained vibrantly colored and unblemished. The early years of Denisse were molded by these and many similar experiences. She was not the child who yelled at the top of her lungs, but she did observe every minute detail. She saw the ever so subtle trembling of her mother’s fingers after a long day, she heard the inflections in a neighbour’s bark that signified either pure delight or underlying stress.
It is this keen observation that stems from a steadfast patience, the warmth derived from her pet, the resilience of a muggleborn in a prejudiced world and places that silently scream to be acknowledged beneath their visible surface.
Denisse’s vision ever so slightly continues to delve into places that most miss, keeping that consistent and thought-out expression as Denisse looks for meaning in the very details others fail to notice.
The reticent Denisse is perhaps part of the equation. Whereas many other children immediately jump into conversations or activities, Denisse frequently halts to look and to listen. In doing so, this quiet demeanor grants Denisse the space in which to notice small alterations in tone in an otherwise nervous voice, or the faint twitch of a hand indicating hesitation. Denisse does not crowd into the center of any group, which allows Denisse to observe the periphery, the places that fill in the gaps to paint a complete picture.
Her silver Siberian cat, Katya, also plays a role. Providing for such a creature necessitates an intense and acute awareness of another living thing. Denisse learned, withKatya, to decipher unsaid signals that might lie behind a flip of a tail to denote displeasure, or a quiet meow indicating underlying stress. Katya’s behavior fostered Denisse’s sensitivity to the behavioral patterns exhibited by both humans and other creatures.
Her identity as a muggleborn further contributes to this development. Traveling through spaces that often demonstrated judgment or contempt, Denisse learned by observing the slight variations between a working spell and one that failed; the specific nuance of an uttered charm or incantation.
During the summer when Denisse was eight years old, the afternoons were often filled with a visit to her grandmother’s sprawling, wild garden filled with herbs and an assortment of neighborhood strays. One day, grandmother asked Denisse to collect leaves for supper. Instead of taking the first readily available green leaves, Denisse lowered herself to eye level and carefully examined the plants before her.
She noticed the miniscule dots that speckled the foliage from pesky insects and the shriveling leaves that responded poorly to the summer’s humidity.
Denisse carefully selected leaves that remained vibrantly colored and unblemished. The early years of Denisse were molded by these and many similar experiences. She was not the child who yelled at the top of her lungs, but she did observe every minute detail. She saw the ever so subtle trembling of her mother’s fingers after a long day, she heard the inflections in a neighbour’s bark that signified either pure delight or underlying stress.
It is this keen observation that stems from a steadfast patience, the warmth derived from her pet, the resilience of a muggleborn in a prejudiced world and places that silently scream to be acknowledged beneath their visible surface.
Denisse’s vision ever so slightly continues to delve into places that most miss, keeping that consistent and thought-out expression as Denisse looks for meaning in the very details others fail to notice.
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Statistically Relevant (+2 Acc)
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Ilias Lahlou | Ilvermorny
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Statistically Relevant (+2 Acc)
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Returning home for the summer break only meant one thing for the young dancer, with the heavy burden of expectations on his shoulders: vigorous ballet classes, ballet intensives, rehearsals, partnering and performances, where any slacking over the school year would reveal itself accordingly. Although his training schedule had been more relaxed in order to prioritize his education—whether Camille cared about his grades was ultimately irrelevant—his rigorous preparation for his one-hit-wonder figure skating competition had proven unexpectedly useful once he found himself back in his ballet flats and the studio. Granted, his precision in his footwork, extensions, turns and jumps had always been ahead of his peers, hence why Camille had joined the higher ranks early, while the boys and girls his age were left behind in the novice classes. The year before in an intensive in Paris at one of the De Varenne ballet institutions, he’d placed among the intermediate, older students, all of whom were older, with one documented to be at least four years his senior.
That said, just because he was exceptionally talented and hardworking in his field, not even Camille was spared from corrections. Accuracy and control were recurring themes during the last intensive. While his artistic expression was a sight to behold for someone his age, he’d been too wild, too careless in his movements, to the point that it bordered on whimsical rather than intentional. The right balance was somewhere in between, and it was something he had actively worked on during the year, most of all now, when he was once again being scrutinized beneath the madam’s gaze.
Perhaps he’d gotten too comfortable and sure of himself. When he’d been forced to train for figure skating, a sport completely new and foreign to the boy, he had shoved his pride aside to focus on precision and technique. Camille had not been able to afford being boastful in a discipline where he had no experience. What had originally frustrated him would now serve him well. The relentless jumps on the ice, the meticulous and careful carving of the blade, day in and day out, had taught him patience, immense focus and control in his movements, qualities he usually had little patience for on the dance floor where he had already proved his competence.
A few weeks into his intensive, after practicing the same movements over and over, the difference had become apparent. The discipline translated seamlessly into his tour en l’air and pirouettes, his landings never having been more graceful or accurate. Landing his hundredth jump this week after relentless hours, Camille was breathing heavily, sweat beading across his chest as his fitted T-shirt clung to his body. When he rose, he glanced at the madame, who watched him with an intense eye.
“Bravo,” she said, slowly. “Encore une fois.” again
That said, just because he was exceptionally talented and hardworking in his field, not even Camille was spared from corrections. Accuracy and control were recurring themes during the last intensive. While his artistic expression was a sight to behold for someone his age, he’d been too wild, too careless in his movements, to the point that it bordered on whimsical rather than intentional. The right balance was somewhere in between, and it was something he had actively worked on during the year, most of all now, when he was once again being scrutinized beneath the madam’s gaze.
Perhaps he’d gotten too comfortable and sure of himself. When he’d been forced to train for figure skating, a sport completely new and foreign to the boy, he had shoved his pride aside to focus on precision and technique. Camille had not been able to afford being boastful in a discipline where he had no experience. What had originally frustrated him would now serve him well. The relentless jumps on the ice, the meticulous and careful carving of the blade, day in and day out, had taught him patience, immense focus and control in his movements, qualities he usually had little patience for on the dance floor where he had already proved his competence.
A few weeks into his intensive, after practicing the same movements over and over, the difference had become apparent. The discipline translated seamlessly into his tour en l’air and pirouettes, his landings never having been more graceful or accurate. Landing his hundredth jump this week after relentless hours, Camille was breathing heavily, sweat beading across his chest as his fitted T-shirt clung to his body. When he rose, he glanced at the madame, who watched him with an intense eye.
“Bravo,” she said, slowly. “Encore une fois.” again
Ilias Lahlou | Ilvermorny
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Charmer
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I stopped asking the world to make room for me. Now it moves when I walk through it
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Charmer
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Maddison walks through the school, navigating through the sea of students. In the middle of it all, she walks through like she belongs everywhere at once.
She isnt loud.
She doesnt have to be.
A warm smile and genuine confidence seems to draw people in naturally.
As she passes a group of younger students struggling to carry a stack of books, she effortlessly takes the heaviest pile without making a fuss. ''You'll get there eventually'' she jokes with a wink earning a chorus of relieved laughs before handing the books back once they reach the staircase.
Further along the path, she noticed two classmates locked in a heated discussion over a group assignment. Rather than choosing a side, she slipped into the conversation casually, steering it away from blame and towards solutions. Within minutes the tension has dissolved, replaced by reluctant smiles and an agreement neither thought possible.
By the time she reached the fountain, another familiar face called her over. Then another. Quickly she's balancing three conversations at once, remembering everyone's names, congratulating one on acing an exam, asking about yesterday's match and teasing another about arriving late - never crossing the line into cruelty.
Even the shy students find themselves talking more around her. Somehow she has a way of making people feel seen without demanding attention for herself.
A passing professor pauses, watching as a nervous first year drops a quill in front of her. Before embarrassment can settle in, she crouches to retrieve it, offering a reassuring smile.
''First weeks are always overwhelming.'' she says gently. ''Trust me, you'll be navigating this place with your eyes closed before you know it.''
As she continues through the school, conversations resume behind her, but the atmosphere feels lighter than before. She leaves no grand speech, no dramatic impression - only a trail of smiles, laughter and people feeling just a little better than they did moments earlier.
That was her greatest talent.
Not commanding a room.
Simply making everyone inside feel like they matter.
She isnt loud.
She doesnt have to be.
A warm smile and genuine confidence seems to draw people in naturally.
As she passes a group of younger students struggling to carry a stack of books, she effortlessly takes the heaviest pile without making a fuss. ''You'll get there eventually'' she jokes with a wink earning a chorus of relieved laughs before handing the books back once they reach the staircase.
Further along the path, she noticed two classmates locked in a heated discussion over a group assignment. Rather than choosing a side, she slipped into the conversation casually, steering it away from blame and towards solutions. Within minutes the tension has dissolved, replaced by reluctant smiles and an agreement neither thought possible.
By the time she reached the fountain, another familiar face called her over. Then another. Quickly she's balancing three conversations at once, remembering everyone's names, congratulating one on acing an exam, asking about yesterday's match and teasing another about arriving late - never crossing the line into cruelty.
Even the shy students find themselves talking more around her. Somehow she has a way of making people feel seen without demanding attention for herself.
A passing professor pauses, watching as a nervous first year drops a quill in front of her. Before embarrassment can settle in, she crouches to retrieve it, offering a reassuring smile.
''First weeks are always overwhelming.'' she says gently. ''Trust me, you'll be navigating this place with your eyes closed before you know it.''
As she continues through the school, conversations resume behind her, but the atmosphere feels lighter than before. She leaves no grand speech, no dramatic impression - only a trail of smiles, laughter and people feeling just a little better than they did moments earlier.
That was her greatest talent.
Not commanding a room.
Simply making everyone inside feel like they matter.
I stopped asking the world to make room for me. Now it moves when I walk through it
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): (WC 437)
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): (WC 437)
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For most of her life, the thing about Lorelei that was perhaps the most notable was the fact that she was incredibly quiet. Ask any one of her friends from back home, or one of the few people she’d truly interacted with at Hogwarts. She wasn’t overtly socially awkward, per say, but definitely stood a bit away from the rest of the group and only rarely offered up a statement of her own.
The inside of her mind was anything but quiet. Lorelei’s thoughts were constantly racing with surface level worries of how any action of hers might be perceived by those around her. Deeper thoughts rang through with a slightly differing tone, thrumming with jealousy and a hint of anger as she observed those around her, wondering how they were able to so effortlessly participate in conversation.
It was a bit of a war she had with her subconscious, wishing she’d stop focusing so hard on others, but she continued to find herself stuck in a role of observation. Lorelei slowly and gradually started to lean into this, however, as she found that studying the environments around her and the people that occupied them to be a welcome break from her usually rushing anxieties.
When she truly began embracing and even practicing this skill was when she began at Hogwarts. As a Half-Blood raised in the Muggle world, Lorelei felt instantly out of place, as if there was a handbook of wizarding social norms the world had failed to equip her with. Especially as someone who struggles to ask for help, Lorelei had to rely quite heavily on her ability to notice the behavior of those around her.
She took a backseat in her first few months, choosing to spend her time listening and watching, rather than asking overt questions. She practiced focusing on the subtle changes of expression in the people that she spoke to, inferring changes in mood, or where a topic had struck a nerve.
As she continued to grow this skill of observation, she felt she had somewhat of a sixth sense. Not only for people, but for environments as well. With less of a focus on her own appearance, Lorelei began to enter spaces and conversations with a greater mental capacity for new stimuli, and as such, could feel when something wasn’t as it ought to be. Instead of thinking only of how she was being perceived, Lorelei could let her environment osmose through her skin, alerting her to small changes or odd behaviors. This tendency she initially viewed as a burden and a problem had adapted into an incredible skill.
For most of her life, the thing about Lorelei that was perhaps the most notable was the fact that she was incredibly quiet. Ask any one of her friends from back home, or one of the few people she’d truly interacted with at Hogwarts. She wasn’t overtly socially awkward, per say, but definitely stood a bit away from the rest of the group and only rarely offered up a statement of her own.
The inside of her mind was anything but quiet. Lorelei’s thoughts were constantly racing with surface level worries of how any action of hers might be perceived by those around her. Deeper thoughts rang through with a slightly differing tone, thrumming with jealousy and a hint of anger as she observed those around her, wondering how they were able to so effortlessly participate in conversation.
It was a bit of a war she had with her subconscious, wishing she’d stop focusing so hard on others, but she continued to find herself stuck in a role of observation. Lorelei slowly and gradually started to lean into this, however, as she found that studying the environments around her and the people that occupied them to be a welcome break from her usually rushing anxieties.
When she truly began embracing and even practicing this skill was when she began at Hogwarts. As a Half-Blood raised in the Muggle world, Lorelei felt instantly out of place, as if there was a handbook of wizarding social norms the world had failed to equip her with. Especially as someone who struggles to ask for help, Lorelei had to rely quite heavily on her ability to notice the behavior of those around her.
She took a backseat in her first few months, choosing to spend her time listening and watching, rather than asking overt questions. She practiced focusing on the subtle changes of expression in the people that she spoke to, inferring changes in mood, or where a topic had struck a nerve.
As she continued to grow this skill of observation, she felt she had somewhat of a sixth sense. Not only for people, but for environments as well. With less of a focus on her own appearance, Lorelei began to enter spaces and conversations with a greater mental capacity for new stimuli, and as such, could feel when something wasn’t as it ought to be. Instead of thinking only of how she was being perceived, Lorelei could let her environment osmose through her skin, alerting her to small changes or odd behaviors. This tendency she initially viewed as a burden and a problem had adapted into an incredible skill.
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Y2: Statistically Relevant (+2 wisdom)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): (WC: 593/400)
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Y2: Statistically Relevant (+2 wisdom)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): (WC: 593/400)
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Ever since attending Hogwarts, something about Josh seemed different. He was still the same boy of course, but he was a somewhat different person when he returned home after completing his first year. He was no longer all that eager to use his gaming console, and he did not even touch it during his first week back home. He also somehow returned a more courageous young boy, and his family was shocked to hear that he had taken a liking to duelling, a dangerous wizarding sport that was probably second most dangerous to Quidditch. He also was not so afraid of creatures that he flinched just thinking about anymore, such as rats, spiders, bats, and toads. He had spent a whole school year with classmates who kept these animals for pets that he became used to having them around. He still became jumpy whenever he saw one of them, but he never screamed or ran madly like before. The most drastic change though, was that he always seemed to be in a bad mood now that he was at home. One of the first few things his family and friends described him as was kind, but now he became more annoyed than usual, he got irritated faster, and he was much more reserved than before, which would seem impossible because before Hogwarts he spent minimal time with his family. Perhaps reaching his adolescent phase was contributing to these bad mood swings because after all he would be 13 years old in September, but the root of his changed attitude came from being away from Hogwarts. Being back at his house after spending a year at a giant, abundant castle made him feel trapped and confined. He missed the expansive grounds he could escape to just just to have a walk and be alone for a minute or two. What he missed the most was not being able to do magic, because wizards under the age of 17 were not allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts. He had settled into Hogwarts life so easily, that returning home for two months felt like he had to readjust. This was not just a week like the Christmas holidays, or two weeks like the Easter holidays, this was two whole months. What was he going to in this time frame, when the only things that seemed to entertain him now were from the magical world? The only thing Josh could think of was reading his magical textbooks, and although reading was becoming a drag to him by now, it was still somehow more entertaining than playing on his game console for hours. Unlike most other kids who maybe only read for an hour or two a day and spent the rest of their time playing, Josh would only spend two or three hours playing on his console, and spent the rest of his time reading his textbooks. It's true that he had covered a lot of the work inside them already at Hogwarts, however revising them wouldn't do any harm. Revising meant he would understand the work better than he already did, he would return to Hogwarts with a greater foundation than most of his classmates who chose to spend their summers entertaining themselves with more "fun" activities. Sure, Josh might have been what muggles considered a nerd or geek, but he hardly cared about this label. With all the reading and revising he was doing, he would return to Hogwarts wiser and more confident in his knowledge than when he left it for the summer.
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you are applying for: Keeper’s catch
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 463/400 WC
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Strongly influenced by his parents, especially his father, Gareth, who first taught him how to ride a broom and who, in his time, played for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Frederick Buckley had always nurtured a passion for the sport and dreamed of following in his father's footsteps when his own time came. Even so, if someone had asked him a year earlier, he would never have imagined that he would become Gryffindor's first-string Keeper in his very first year at Hogwarts.
When the news came from the team captains before the final match of the season, Buckley was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. His hard work had paid off. The countless hours of practice, whether alone or with friends outside the official training sessions, had undoubtedly brought him to that moment. But beyond the pride and recognition, he felt deeply moved, happier than he had ever been before, as though he could hardly believe he had achieved his very first dream. Filled with gratitude, he promised himself he would train even harder, determined to become better every single day at protecting the three goal hoops.
True to his word, Frederick threw himself into his training with unwavering determination. He prepared not only for his first match as Gryffindor's Keeper, but also for every game that would follow during his second year at Hogwarts. During team practices, he rehearsed defensive plays countless times, perfecting his ability to move at high speed across the goalposts, stretching to the left, right, and above, making saves with the tail of his broom, with his hands, and even with his feet. He was tireless. Even offensive plays, where Fred would leave the goal hoops for brief moments to support the attack, became part of his training routine. With every practice, his confidence continued to grow, and his performance in the match, which ended in a Gryffindor victory, proved just how far he had come.
During the summer holidays, as he relived every match while enthusiastically recounting every detail to his parents, the boy became so excited that he would act out the plays as though he were still on the pitch. In the back garden of his family home, where his father had installed a single wooden hoop, tiny compared to the three towering hoops of a Quidditch stadium, Frederick kept those vivid memories alive while continuing his Keeper training, practicing with his father or with the cousins who came to visit during the holidays. He could hardly wait to return to Hogwarts and face new challenges on the pitch, eager to prove that, despite his young age, he had already developed his skills to the point of making spectacular saves, reacting with remarkable speed and precision as he caught the Quaffle firmly in his hands.
When the news came from the team captains before the final match of the season, Buckley was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. His hard work had paid off. The countless hours of practice, whether alone or with friends outside the official training sessions, had undoubtedly brought him to that moment. But beyond the pride and recognition, he felt deeply moved, happier than he had ever been before, as though he could hardly believe he had achieved his very first dream. Filled with gratitude, he promised himself he would train even harder, determined to become better every single day at protecting the three goal hoops.
True to his word, Frederick threw himself into his training with unwavering determination. He prepared not only for his first match as Gryffindor's Keeper, but also for every game that would follow during his second year at Hogwarts. During team practices, he rehearsed defensive plays countless times, perfecting his ability to move at high speed across the goalposts, stretching to the left, right, and above, making saves with the tail of his broom, with his hands, and even with his feet. He was tireless. Even offensive plays, where Fred would leave the goal hoops for brief moments to support the attack, became part of his training routine. With every practice, his confidence continued to grow, and his performance in the match, which ended in a Gryffindor victory, proved just how far he had come.
During the summer holidays, as he relived every match while enthusiastically recounting every detail to his parents, the boy became so excited that he would act out the plays as though he were still on the pitch. In the back garden of his family home, where his father had installed a single wooden hoop, tiny compared to the three towering hoops of a Quidditch stadium, Frederick kept those vivid memories alive while continuing his Keeper training, practicing with his father or with the cousins who came to visit during the holidays. He could hardly wait to return to Hogwarts and face new challenges on the pitch, eager to prove that, despite his young age, he had already developed his skills to the point of making spectacular saves, reacting with remarkable speed and precision as he caught the Quaffle firmly in his hands.
Sta 8 | Eva 6 | Str 4 | Wis 5 | Arc Power 4 | Acc 8
Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 446/400
(note: Minyu is a half-blood, however she is not aware of this and was raised as a muggle. This is why she is continuously referred to as a Muggle or Muggle-Born, even though her blood-status says something else.)
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 446/400
(note: Minyu is a half-blood, however she is not aware of this and was raised as a muggle. This is why she is continuously referred to as a Muggle or Muggle-Born, even though her blood-status says something else.)
Reducio
As soon as Minyu had gotten the news that she was a witch, she knew she had to prepare herself for her future schooling.
Minyu had always been a studious girl - top of her classes in every subject. It soon dawned on her that that would be in the past if she didn't rush to learn as much as could be learned for a young witch still living as a Muggle.
As soon as she got her hands on her future textbooks, she did what she did best. She studied. She read ahead in all of the books she had purchased at Diagon Alley, but one subject in particular grasped her interest the most.
She was simply not able to put down her Book of Spells after she first started reading. She spent hours in her room at night, reading and reading, and some nights she barely even slept. Minyu had her nose in that book for all hours of the day, until she was finished. And then she read it again, taking notes and making highlights. She practiced all of the incantations until she got them just right. She knew that she wasn't allowed to use her wand yet, so she would use her finger to try to simulate the proper wand movements. She wanted to be ahead and impress her future professors, despite being raised as a Muggle.
As soon as Minyu got to Hogwarts and attended her first class of Charms, she was, of course, instantly captivated. Her eyes lit up as the professor walked into the classroom and started waving her wand around, casting spells. She couldn't wait to put all her hard work to use. She knew she could do it. She mouthed along the first time the professor said the incantation aloud, and despite being shy, she eagerly raised her hand at every possible moment.
When the students were finally allowed to practice on their own, sure enough, Minyu had remembered the proper incantation and wand movement perfectly.
"reh-PAH-roh!" She had said confidently and waved her wand exactly as she was supposed to, repairing the broken object in front of her on her first try. She finally discovered that her efforts had paid off, and felt so happy that she once again could experience being the top of her class in at least something, at Hogwarts. She was craving that same praise, she had gotten used to getting back at her old Muggle school, and although she had feared that her blood status would've made her inferior to her peers, it didn't. She was even performing better than some of the students who had actually been raised with magic.
This was edited using Grammarly. Here is the unedited version: (mostly just used to correct comma placement, but just in case it's relevant)
Minyu had always been a studious girl - top of her classes in every subject. It soon dawned on her that that would be in the past if she didn't rush to learn as much as could be learned for a young witch still living as a Muggle.
As soon as she got her hands on her future textbooks, she did what she did best. She studied. She read ahead in all of the books she had purchased at Diagon Alley, but one subject in particular grasped her interest the most.
She was simply not able to put down her Book of Spells after she first started reading. She spent hours in her room at night, reading and reading, and some nights she barely even slept. Minyu had her nose in that book for all hours of the day, until she was finished. And then she read it again, taking notes and making highlights. She practiced all of the incantations until she got them just right. She knew that she wasn't allowed to use her wand yet, so she would use her finger to try to simulate the proper wand movements. She wanted to be ahead and impress her future professors, despite being raised as a Muggle.
As soon as Minyu got to Hogwarts and attended her first class of Charms, she was, of course, instantly captivated. Her eyes lit up as the professor walked into the classroom and started waving her wand around, casting spells. She couldn't wait to put all her hard work to use. She knew she could do it. She mouthed along the first time the professor said the incantation aloud, and despite being shy, she eagerly raised her hand at every possible moment.
When the students were finally allowed to practice on their own, sure enough, Minyu had remembered the proper incantation and wand movement perfectly.
"reh-PAH-roh!" She had said confidently and waved her wand exactly as she was supposed to, repairing the broken object in front of her on her first try. She finally discovered that her efforts had paid off, and felt so happy that she once again could experience being the top of her class in at least something, at Hogwarts. She was craving that same praise, she had gotten used to getting back at her old Muggle school, and although she had feared that her blood status would've made her inferior to her peers, it didn't. She was even performing better than some of the students who had actually been raised with magic.
This was edited using Grammarly. Here is the unedited version: (mostly just used to correct comma placement, but just in case it's relevant)
Reducio
As soon as Minyu had gotten the news that she was a witch, she knew she had to prepare herself for her future schooling.
Minyu had always been a studious girl - top of her classes in every subject. It soon dawned on her that that would be in the past, if she didn't rush to learn as much as could be learned for a young witch still living as a muggle.
As soon as she got her hands on her future textbooks, she did what she did best. She studied. She read ahead in all of the books she had purchased at Diagon Alley, but one subject in particular grasped her interest the most.
She was simply, not able to put down her Book of Spells after she first started reading. She spent hours in her room at night, reading and reading, and some nights she barely even slept. Minyu had her nose in that book for all hours of the day, until she was finished. And then she read it again, taking notes, and making highlights. She practiced all of the incantations until she got them just right. She knew that she wasn't allowed to use her wand yet, so she would use her finger to try and simulate the proper wand movements. She wanted to be ahead, and impress her future professors, despite being raised as a Muggle.
As soon as Minyu got to Hogwarts, and attended her first class of Charms, she was of course, instantly captivated. Her eyes lit up as the professor walked into the classroom, and started waving her wand around, casting spells. She couldn't wait to put all her hard work to use. She knew she could do it. She mouthed along the first time the professor said aloud the incantation, and despite being she, she eagerly raised her hand every moment possible.
When the students were finally allowed to practice on their own, sure enough, Minyu had remembered the proper incantation and wand movement perfectly.
"reh-PAH-roh!" She had said confidently, and waved her wand exactly as she was supposed to, repairing the broken object in front of her on her first try. She finally discovered that her efforts had paid off, and felt so happy that she once again could experience being the top of her class in at least something, at Hogwarts. She was craving from that same praise, she had gotten used to getting back at her old Muggle school, and although she had feared that her blood-status would've made her inferior to her peers, it didn't. She was even performing better than some of the students who had actually been raised with magic.
Minyu had always been a studious girl - top of her classes in every subject. It soon dawned on her that that would be in the past, if she didn't rush to learn as much as could be learned for a young witch still living as a muggle.
As soon as she got her hands on her future textbooks, she did what she did best. She studied. She read ahead in all of the books she had purchased at Diagon Alley, but one subject in particular grasped her interest the most.
She was simply, not able to put down her Book of Spells after she first started reading. She spent hours in her room at night, reading and reading, and some nights she barely even slept. Minyu had her nose in that book for all hours of the day, until she was finished. And then she read it again, taking notes, and making highlights. She practiced all of the incantations until she got them just right. She knew that she wasn't allowed to use her wand yet, so she would use her finger to try and simulate the proper wand movements. She wanted to be ahead, and impress her future professors, despite being raised as a Muggle.
As soon as Minyu got to Hogwarts, and attended her first class of Charms, she was of course, instantly captivated. Her eyes lit up as the professor walked into the classroom, and started waving her wand around, casting spells. She couldn't wait to put all her hard work to use. She knew she could do it. She mouthed along the first time the professor said aloud the incantation, and despite being she, she eagerly raised her hand every moment possible.
When the students were finally allowed to practice on their own, sure enough, Minyu had remembered the proper incantation and wand movement perfectly.
"reh-PAH-roh!" She had said confidently, and waved her wand exactly as she was supposed to, repairing the broken object in front of her on her first try. She finally discovered that her efforts had paid off, and felt so happy that she once again could experience being the top of her class in at least something, at Hogwarts. She was craving from that same praise, she had gotten used to getting back at her old Muggle school, and although she had feared that her blood-status would've made her inferior to her peers, it didn't. She was even performing better than some of the students who had actually been raised with magic.