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ReducioWC: 483Lavinia Cloven found herself well acquainted with muggles, more so than many of her peers. She wasn’t a muggle-born, but had attended multiple years of muggle school. Her mother was a muggle-born and believed that it was important for her kids to have an understanding of life without magic. For years Lavinia went to that school, and even assumed that it would be the gateway to her future. She believed that she was a squib since at the ripe old age of 10, no magic had surfaced within her.
The only type of magic she had back then was a deck of cards, slight of hand, and a dream, if that counted of course. Card tricks and muggle magic became her escape, because if she couldn’t be a witch she’d be a muggle magician. However, that involved her mastering the muggle way of almost everything.
Just months after her 10th birthday, her real magic surfaced, but she never lost her muggle roots. In her second year she performed her muggle magic at a student run talent show within Hogwarts. Lavinia loved how she was able to take a skill and continue to improve upon it even when it was almost useless. It was her hobby and it always made her happy to learn another trick and fool another individual. During the summer between her 3rd and 4th year, Lavinia spent days practicing and improving her muggle magic, which even helped develop her keen eye.
Besides muggle magic, Lavinia plays quidditch which admittedly uses some wizarding magic. However, the bludgers, the snitch, and the flying brooms were the extent of it. She was a chaser and the only magical part of that position was the broom. At least once a game, Lavinia would find herself using her body to knock other players off their broom, and as far as she knew, that wasn’t magical. Quidditch was the one place that she felt confident in herself, and that was because she knew exactly what she was doing. She was knocking people off of brooms and throwing a ball into a hoop, something that utilized her skills she learned as a little kid.
Due to the fact that she had grown thinking she was a squib, Lavinia didn’t use her wand much outside of the classroom. She’d carry it with her as a form of protection, but wouldn’t use it unless it was absolutely necessary. If an argument broke out or a fight at the ball, she’d actually prefer to settle the muggle way with fists. During the tragic forest trip last summer, she actually pulled Bloom by the arm out of the forest, no spells necessary. For Lavinia muggles are her counterparts in the world and she is completely happy to embrace everything about them. Even though she is now a witch, she never really stopped being that squib kid who was friends with muggles.
| Lavinia Cloven Irina Afanasyeva | | STA: 10 | EVA: 18 | STR: 7 | WIS: 8 | ARCP: 6 | ACC: 29 | Foulplay, Interception, Evasive Maneuvers, Keen Eye, and Muggle Condition | --—--#337085 |
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ReducioViolet grew up in a family where studying and education was one, if not the most important virtue, therefore it was etremely important for each and everyone one of the Carrington children to be educated to their fullest so they could be seen as ''impressive'' and ''intelligent''. With that came learning things that the norm would not typically be required to learn.
The parents mainly focused on the children's interest, in Violet's case, it was everything about the field of magical creatures. Those that were not considered human, creatures like goblins, dhampirs, werewolves. She could spend hours in her family's or the Hogwarts library reading books about magical creatures, their anatomy, their powers, even small things like their habitat and environment, or the kind of food they consumed, all of this she chose to learn so that she could impress everyone, including her family with her knowledge.
Well that was at first. Later on, the slytherin started to grow a more genuine interest in them. She was still trying to impress everyone around her, however this time she was enjoying that task more and more. She told her feelings for magical creatures to her father, who was impressed by this and since he had quite a lot of knowledge about them himself, he started sending her letters every week, long letters about small interesting things he could find in books about dhampirs, veelas, goblins, parselmouths, metamorphomagi and many other magical beings.
On her second year, Violet could not stop talking to her friends (which was basically just her pet frog) about how excited she was about learning about magical creatures in COMC in her third year. Violet had bought all the books and was also paying even more attention and effort than usual in Defense Against the Dark Arts, taking notes about small details that were not really necessary but were yet etremely fascinating for her.
In the end of her second year, with the information Violet had gathered in notebooks, she decided to make diary - no, more like a journal. Yes, a journal where she stored all her information in an organized and orderly way in which she could find easily, because, who knows? In her imagination she would, one day, find a magical creature and would need to open her journal in a hurry, might as well make it easy to search? However second year Violet wouldn't have known that this small token which showed how much dedication she was using on her research would later on be with her at all timeswhenever and wherever she was.
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Reduciostamina. 9
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wisdom. 10
arcane power. 7
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All of the beauty in Aly Salinger's life of fourteen years had always been found in her flowers.
The curly-haired soon-to-be-fourth-year could never be found without at least one blossom or two on her person, whether they be woven into her hair, tucked in her bag, or clasped in her hand, ready to be given to someone else in the hopes of making their day a little more bright. As for Aly herself, she supposed that she had always been cute, in the way that everyone in her class was cute - a round porcelain face covered in hundreds (maybe even thousands) of freckles, her father's green eyes and brown ringlets of curls, a smile that was more so happy than beautiful. Her boyfriend, Aaron, thought that she was pretty - he'd said so, on more than one occasion.
But Aly wasn't the kind of girl people stopped to stare at in the halls. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, handsome, lovely, perfect.
She had her flaws, just like everyone else. Her smile was lopsided, and too wide when excited. Her face, round. The freckles peppering her skin made her look perpetually younger than she really was, and with age came acne, mixing into her freckles like little red versions. Her curls sometimes lay too flat or puffed up too frizzy. Nobody was always beautiful - especially from a family where beauty took the backseat when compared to good grades and athleticism. Aly's mother Hesper had always, always laughed in the face of vanity, impressing upon her daughter the importance of being smart and sporty instead of "vapid" and "vain." She could wear heels and makeup when she was older. Much, much older. For now, school came first.
But with the tail end of Aly's third year came the typical teenage-girl desire to be more, to want more. She had, somehow, convinced her mother Hesper to send her a pair of low heels for the Midspring Festival, and she'd then worn them again on her birthday; she had started to care more about her appearance, especially when going to meet up with Aaron for dates. Aly wanted to live up to this image of her that he had seen at the Festival - pink and flowery and beautiful - and if that meant she was vain, so be it.
The real change, however, happened over the summer. Aly's secret relationship with Aaron was discovered, and a furious Hesper - enraged that her daughter had disobeyed her direct order to stay away from boys in order to focus on school and Quidditch - sent Aly away to live with her cousin, Jessica Alluring, and her family. Of course, that family included Durmstrang student Charles Alluring - her age, but a year ahead of her in school due to Durmstrang's different rules about when students began their education. Going through his own alienation from the high-society pureblood ways of his family, Charles' own fixation on beauty and makeup was exactly what Aly needed to complete the last phase of her transformation from cute, albeit somewhat homely, third-year to a fourth-year that people would stare at in the halls. They quickly bonded, learning from and sharing with each other.
Her emerald eyes brightened further with shimmery shadow and a thin flick of eyeliner. Her smile accentuated with a natural, pinkish-red lipstick. Her freckles paled, albeit still visible, under some light powder and blush. Not needing makeup, her face became slightly less round over the summer - that was just the way of growing up. It was all quite natural, in no way excessive, though Hesper certainly wouldn't feel that way; but Aly... oh, she was thrilled. She still looked like herself, mostly... it wasn't like she was an entirely different person or anything!
Finally, though, she was lovely. And with outer beauty, her inner beauty could only shine through more.
The curly-haired soon-to-be-fourth-year could never be found without at least one blossom or two on her person, whether they be woven into her hair, tucked in her bag, or clasped in her hand, ready to be given to someone else in the hopes of making their day a little more bright. As for Aly herself, she supposed that she had always been cute, in the way that everyone in her class was cute - a round porcelain face covered in hundreds (maybe even thousands) of freckles, her father's green eyes and brown ringlets of curls, a smile that was more so happy than beautiful. Her boyfriend, Aaron, thought that she was pretty - he'd said so, on more than one occasion.
But Aly wasn't the kind of girl people stopped to stare at in the halls. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, handsome, lovely, perfect.
She had her flaws, just like everyone else. Her smile was lopsided, and too wide when excited. Her face, round. The freckles peppering her skin made her look perpetually younger than she really was, and with age came acne, mixing into her freckles like little red versions. Her curls sometimes lay too flat or puffed up too frizzy. Nobody was always beautiful - especially from a family where beauty took the backseat when compared to good grades and athleticism. Aly's mother Hesper had always, always laughed in the face of vanity, impressing upon her daughter the importance of being smart and sporty instead of "vapid" and "vain." She could wear heels and makeup when she was older. Much, much older. For now, school came first.
But with the tail end of Aly's third year came the typical teenage-girl desire to be more, to want more. She had, somehow, convinced her mother Hesper to send her a pair of low heels for the Midspring Festival, and she'd then worn them again on her birthday; she had started to care more about her appearance, especially when going to meet up with Aaron for dates. Aly wanted to live up to this image of her that he had seen at the Festival - pink and flowery and beautiful - and if that meant she was vain, so be it.
The real change, however, happened over the summer. Aly's secret relationship with Aaron was discovered, and a furious Hesper - enraged that her daughter had disobeyed her direct order to stay away from boys in order to focus on school and Quidditch - sent Aly away to live with her cousin, Jessica Alluring, and her family. Of course, that family included Durmstrang student Charles Alluring - her age, but a year ahead of her in school due to Durmstrang's different rules about when students began their education. Going through his own alienation from the high-society pureblood ways of his family, Charles' own fixation on beauty and makeup was exactly what Aly needed to complete the last phase of her transformation from cute, albeit somewhat homely, third-year to a fourth-year that people would stare at in the halls. They quickly bonded, learning from and sharing with each other.
Her emerald eyes brightened further with shimmery shadow and a thin flick of eyeliner. Her smile accentuated with a natural, pinkish-red lipstick. Her freckles paled, albeit still visible, under some light powder and blush. Not needing makeup, her face became slightly less round over the summer - that was just the way of growing up. It was all quite natural, in no way excessive, though Hesper certainly wouldn't feel that way; but Aly... oh, she was thrilled. She still looked like herself, mostly... it wasn't like she was an entirely different person or anything!
Finally, though, she was lovely. And with outer beauty, her inner beauty could only shine through more.
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Permission of Aaron mention was given by his player. Storyline with Charles Alluring (Henry Knight NPC) is ongoing; permission was also given.
Permission of Aaron mention was given by his player. Storyline with Charles Alluring (Henry Knight NPC) is ongoing; permission was also given.
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Chestnut & Phoenix Feather Wand
Origin: Valentin Schnell gave Aida this wand in 2022, months after his guardian, Leonid Shaykhlislamov, gave it to him when he was hospitalized in April. Leonid gave it to the white seeker after hearing that chestnut was a good match for natural fliers, but in the end, the pairing was not to be. This ancient, very expensive wand (debited from the Schnell Estate’s vault) had been handed down through the generations, but it went to show that even a heap of coin paired with a dash of consideration was not a cure for Val’s dysfunctional relationship with magic. Valentin always had more than a little problem with finding a comfortable wand. Of all the wands he’d had to try out, this was the most unsuitable. Bulbous, gnarly, honey-brown… it just didn’t sit right with him. The way it wanted to cast was so languid and disharmonious that, once, he had yeeted it into a corner brazier out of discontent with being a wizard. Luckily, the wand survived. In its core, it was just waiting to rise from the ashes of unsuitable owners and find itself in the hands of its true chosen one. [191]
Chestnut Wood: Aida always knew they were born to work with beasts. It was the only thing that ever really made sense, and Magizoology in particular promised Aida to be a career that wasn’t fundamentally pointless. The white wix always had a way with creatures and usually felt more comfortable around non-humans than their own kind. When this wand found its wix, it bonded with Aida immediately because they both fundamentally were made to fight for the lives and freedom of beasties great and small. [83]
Phoenix Feather Core: The phoenix feather core in this wand, together with the character of its protective wood itself, did not appreciate Valentin’s rushed approach to casting. This wand had a mind of its own, which Val was expecting, but they had vastly different priorities. Aida, on the other hand, was happy to take the time the wand needed to refine the power and control behind its spells. Aida met the wand’s independent spirit as one would meet a friend, with the spirit that their diversity made them stronger together. Ultimately, while Aida and Valentin were both extremely stubborn creatures, it was only Aida who was stubborn about the same things as this wand. [111]
Wand Length: 10 inches (26.6 cm). Another reason Valentin hated this wand was that it was too damn short. The star seeker was dramatic and attention-seeking, lively and chaotic, bursting with dreams that clawed against the limits of what a boy could hope to accomplish in one lifetime. Aida, on the other hand, was comparatively meek and subdued. Certainly Aida would fight for what they believed in with a tenacity that would rival the erosion of stone by the tide… but in regards to most things, Aida just didn’t care. Aida had very select priorities, like Val, and they were both patient about accomplishing their goals. It's just that Aida didn't get flustered as dramatically. Certainly a heroic streak burned beneath Aida’s surface, but during times of peace, Aida was usually content enough to haunt the duelling piste or the library rather than go out of the way to cause trouble. [149]
Wand Flexibility: Whippy. Valentin hated how long the wand took to cast its spells partly because of how downright floppy it was. It swirled around luxuriously as if it needed to do an interpretive dance every time it needed to cast even a basic spell. Aida found this idiosyncrasy cute and charming, often playing with its sloshy, liquid style. It gave the wix a feeling of pizazz in magic that they had felt sorely lacking in their previous wand. The chaos it added to every maneuver was just fine by Aida, as they found it brought out the personality of its unpredictable phoenix feather core. [103]
Origin: Valentin Schnell gave Aida this wand in 2022, months after his guardian, Leonid Shaykhlislamov, gave it to him when he was hospitalized in April. Leonid gave it to the white seeker after hearing that chestnut was a good match for natural fliers, but in the end, the pairing was not to be. This ancient, very expensive wand (debited from the Schnell Estate’s vault) had been handed down through the generations, but it went to show that even a heap of coin paired with a dash of consideration was not a cure for Val’s dysfunctional relationship with magic. Valentin always had more than a little problem with finding a comfortable wand. Of all the wands he’d had to try out, this was the most unsuitable. Bulbous, gnarly, honey-brown… it just didn’t sit right with him. The way it wanted to cast was so languid and disharmonious that, once, he had yeeted it into a corner brazier out of discontent with being a wizard. Luckily, the wand survived. In its core, it was just waiting to rise from the ashes of unsuitable owners and find itself in the hands of its true chosen one. [191]
Chestnut Wood: Aida always knew they were born to work with beasts. It was the only thing that ever really made sense, and Magizoology in particular promised Aida to be a career that wasn’t fundamentally pointless. The white wix always had a way with creatures and usually felt more comfortable around non-humans than their own kind. When this wand found its wix, it bonded with Aida immediately because they both fundamentally were made to fight for the lives and freedom of beasties great and small. [83]
Phoenix Feather Core: The phoenix feather core in this wand, together with the character of its protective wood itself, did not appreciate Valentin’s rushed approach to casting. This wand had a mind of its own, which Val was expecting, but they had vastly different priorities. Aida, on the other hand, was happy to take the time the wand needed to refine the power and control behind its spells. Aida met the wand’s independent spirit as one would meet a friend, with the spirit that their diversity made them stronger together. Ultimately, while Aida and Valentin were both extremely stubborn creatures, it was only Aida who was stubborn about the same things as this wand. [111]
Wand Length: 10 inches (26.6 cm). Another reason Valentin hated this wand was that it was too damn short. The star seeker was dramatic and attention-seeking, lively and chaotic, bursting with dreams that clawed against the limits of what a boy could hope to accomplish in one lifetime. Aida, on the other hand, was comparatively meek and subdued. Certainly Aida would fight for what they believed in with a tenacity that would rival the erosion of stone by the tide… but in regards to most things, Aida just didn’t care. Aida had very select priorities, like Val, and they were both patient about accomplishing their goals. It's just that Aida didn't get flustered as dramatically. Certainly a heroic streak burned beneath Aida’s surface, but during times of peace, Aida was usually content enough to haunt the duelling piste or the library rather than go out of the way to cause trouble. [149]
Wand Flexibility: Whippy. Valentin hated how long the wand took to cast its spells partly because of how downright floppy it was. It swirled around luxuriously as if it needed to do an interpretive dance every time it needed to cast even a basic spell. Aida found this idiosyncrasy cute and charming, often playing with its sloshy, liquid style. It gave the wix a feeling of pizazz in magic that they had felt sorely lacking in their previous wand. The chaos it added to every maneuver was just fine by Aida, as they found it brought out the personality of its unpredictable phoenix feather core. [103]
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Good grades. Good grades. It was something always floating through her head, like an insidious whisper and pressing weight that she should do well. Maybe because Beatrice had always had a curiosity for learning new things, r that she was just naturally gifted at learning texts. Perhaps it had something to do with her excellent memory skills. Either way, her enthusiasm and penchant for learning had always been encouraged by her family, especially her mother. She had always told Bea that something wasn’t worth doing, if not done well.
That was why, when come to Hogwarts, Beatrice had determined she would do well in school. Her sister was sporty and outgoing. Beatrice…not so much. She knew her strengths were academic and more introspective. It was one of the reasons Bea had practiced and practiced every night to get her spells just right, and to make sure her potions succeeded. They didn’t always on the first try, but Bea made sure they did on the second. The crushing disappointment and whispers that her mother would disapprove and that she wasn’t good enough always floated in her head when she didn’t succeed or pass her work.
Her entire first year basically, save for meeting up with the few friends she had met on the train to Hogwarts, Beatrice had holed herself up in the Ravenclaw Tower. She created lists and schedules, dividing her time between schoolwork, classes and socialising, but always mindful of making sure that her spells and her schoolwork were done perfectly, and if not perfectly, that she was one of the top performers. It wouldn’t do well to owl her Ma home every week saying Bea had received a P, or heaven forbid a T, on her schoolwork.
Maybe it was the thrill every time a Professor congratulated her, or the sense of accomplishment a spell went right, but deep down Beatrice knew it was because she craved her mothers smile and proud remark, “Well done! You’re doing me so proud.” Okay, so the last sentence wouldn’t really be uttered, but the first one…Was written every time Bea sent a letter home. And again, that thrill of accomplishment would run through her.
Perhaps it was a slightly bad thing that she tied all her self-worth to being perfect at her schoolwork, but really if that was how she was going to earn her mother and family’s admiration really just her mothers, then all the studying and effort would be worth it.
That was why, when come to Hogwarts, Beatrice had determined she would do well in school. Her sister was sporty and outgoing. Beatrice…not so much. She knew her strengths were academic and more introspective. It was one of the reasons Bea had practiced and practiced every night to get her spells just right, and to make sure her potions succeeded. They didn’t always on the first try, but Bea made sure they did on the second. The crushing disappointment and whispers that her mother would disapprove and that she wasn’t good enough always floated in her head when she didn’t succeed or pass her work.
Her entire first year basically, save for meeting up with the few friends she had met on the train to Hogwarts, Beatrice had holed herself up in the Ravenclaw Tower. She created lists and schedules, dividing her time between schoolwork, classes and socialising, but always mindful of making sure that her spells and her schoolwork were done perfectly, and if not perfectly, that she was one of the top performers. It wouldn’t do well to owl her Ma home every week saying Bea had received a P, or heaven forbid a T, on her schoolwork.
Maybe it was the thrill every time a Professor congratulated her, or the sense of accomplishment a spell went right, but deep down Beatrice knew it was because she craved her mothers smile and proud remark, “Well done! You’re doing me so proud.” Okay, so the last sentence wouldn’t really be uttered, but the first one…Was written every time Bea sent a letter home. And again, that thrill of accomplishment would run through her.
Perhaps it was a slightly bad thing that she tied all her self-worth to being perfect at her schoolwork, but really if that was how she was going to earn her mother and family’s admiration really just her mothers, then all the studying and effort would be worth it.
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Finnegan had never liked school very much. Nothing ever seemed to stick in his brain. Not maths, not history or English, not even the silly little songs they practiced for music. It seemed he was cursed to only ever be asked a question by his teachers when he'd drifted off on some daydream and found himself unable to answer, always at the tip of his tongue, yet always slipping away. Like sand running through his fingers the right answer always seemed to elude him.
Every schoolday was like every other: hours spent in dusty classrooms, trying to stay awake while his teachers droned on and on about dry, boring subjects that he did not care about. And then yet more hours spent trying to remember the one and only right answer for every question. He tried. Not just for himself, but to make his parents proud, and to not feel like such a failure. Yet no matter how hard he tried, when push came to shove his throat inevitably turned dry, even when he had the right answer in mind.
His teachers thought him lazy and absent-minded, and eventually his parents thought so too. If they'd had the money for it they would've surely send him elsewhere and made him spent more hours pouring over texts and pictures that gave him headaches.
But when the official from Hogwarts came, everything changed. Finnegan did not believe it at first, how could he? It seemed like another one of his dreams, one he desperately didn't want to wake from.
From the moment he got his wand and books, he knew he'd been given a new opportunity. A chance to start afresh, a chance to do well and leave the headaches of History, English and Arithmetic behind. From here on out, he vowed he would no longer be ashamed to come home with another abysmal report card.
At home he combed through all his new books with unprecedented vigor, and it was The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection that he clung to, not because of its gripping writing, but because he'd finally found something he cared to learn. He wanted to learn it, needed to learn it, he needed to be good at something, to have a purpose, to have something to be proud of.
It didn't matter to him that his little sister laughed at him for practicing the motions with a twig at home, or that he spend countless days trying to make himself remember all the exact incantations. The only thing that mattered was the relief he'd felt from the moment he'd first gotten his wand. It was a feeling of belonging, a feeling as though he had regained a part of himself that had always been missing, a feeling as though a fog that had hung over his mind had been lifted.
Come rain or storm, he read and read until he could recite entire passages and spell every curse, charm and jinx contained within the vale pages backwards. He'd never been big or strong, he'd never known what it was like to feel powerful. The only strength he had ever possessed had been a strength of heart, but the will and courage to protect was not the same as the power to defend.
Within the pages, read by flash- or sunlight, he read about methods of stunning and disarmament, curses and counter-curses, ways for a scrawny little boy to have power and control. Ways to escape the shadow cast on him by bigger or smarter children.
For once he was certain that by the time he'd come back home next year, he'd be able to make his parents proud.
WC: 612
Finnegan had never liked school very much. Nothing ever seemed to stick in his brain. Not maths, not history or English, not even the silly little songs they practiced for music. It seemed he was cursed to only ever be asked a question by his teachers when he'd drifted off on some daydream and found himself unable to answer, always at the tip of his tongue, yet always slipping away. Like sand running through his fingers the right answer always seemed to elude him.
Every schoolday was like every other: hours spent in dusty classrooms, trying to stay awake while his teachers droned on and on about dry, boring subjects that he did not care about. And then yet more hours spent trying to remember the one and only right answer for every question. He tried. Not just for himself, but to make his parents proud, and to not feel like such a failure. Yet no matter how hard he tried, when push came to shove his throat inevitably turned dry, even when he had the right answer in mind.
His teachers thought him lazy and absent-minded, and eventually his parents thought so too. If they'd had the money for it they would've surely send him elsewhere and made him spent more hours pouring over texts and pictures that gave him headaches.
But when the official from Hogwarts came, everything changed. Finnegan did not believe it at first, how could he? It seemed like another one of his dreams, one he desperately didn't want to wake from.
From the moment he got his wand and books, he knew he'd been given a new opportunity. A chance to start afresh, a chance to do well and leave the headaches of History, English and Arithmetic behind. From here on out, he vowed he would no longer be ashamed to come home with another abysmal report card.
At home he combed through all his new books with unprecedented vigor, and it was The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection that he clung to, not because of its gripping writing, but because he'd finally found something he cared to learn. He wanted to learn it, needed to learn it, he needed to be good at something, to have a purpose, to have something to be proud of.
It didn't matter to him that his little sister laughed at him for practicing the motions with a twig at home, or that he spend countless days trying to make himself remember all the exact incantations. The only thing that mattered was the relief he'd felt from the moment he'd first gotten his wand. It was a feeling of belonging, a feeling as though he had regained a part of himself that had always been missing, a feeling as though a fog that had hung over his mind had been lifted.
Come rain or storm, he read and read until he could recite entire passages and spell every curse, charm and jinx contained within the vale pages backwards. He'd never been big or strong, he'd never known what it was like to feel powerful. The only strength he had ever possessed had been a strength of heart, but the will and courage to protect was not the same as the power to defend.
Within the pages, read by flash- or sunlight, he read about methods of stunning and disarmament, curses and counter-curses, ways for a scrawny little boy to have power and control. Ways to escape the shadow cast on him by bigger or smarter children.
For once he was certain that by the time he'd come back home next year, he'd be able to make his parents proud.
WC: 612
STATUS: Approved
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Name of the Ability or Race/Talent that you are applying for: Parselmouth
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Glenys didn't have many memories with her mother. After all, they'd only met a handful of times. On one of those occasions, her mother had, well, pretty much babysat her for her dads. (After all, babysitting a child was far removed from raising one. While her mother hadn't felt ready to raise one, even teenagers could babysit one for an afternoon or evening.)
Anyway, that day after they had played some game that Glenys couldn't even remember now, her mother had told her stories – not bedtime stories though, it hadn't been that late yet. And one of those stories was supposedly about her great-great-great-grandfather or something. A family legend basically.
The story had been about how they had been going through lean times, and said person [let's call him Chōji] had left the family home to go forage and hunt for some food. He had been supposedly been not gone for three days and three nights as he had announced he would but instead for three weeks and the family had though him lost already.
But he had returned and victorious and with a wild tale of how he had been granted help from the strangest place: a 蛇の紙 [hebi no kami; a snake deity] had taken pity on him and after testing him and deeming him worthy, led Chōji to a place of abundance – a tree trunk overgrown by shiitake mushrooms; letting him return home with ample loot in the form of said shiitake mushrooms and even a snared hare. The family kept telling the story as a reminder that there's hope and help may come from the most unexpected places. And besides, if someone in the family had been blessed in such a way by a kami they would honour said kami by keeping it's memory alive.
Glenys hadn't really thought it to be more than any other story. After all, she hadn't grown up with the same cultural knowledge her mother had, given that she wasn't living with her. She might've known magic was real (obviously), but she had no idea what a „kami“ was supposed to be and deities... that was just how non-magical people explained magic right? All she had gotten from that story was that maybe some ancestor of her mother's mother had been a wizard, too. Besides, the other stories told that day were far more interesting, talking about dragons and heroes and such. A dragon was far more impressive than a mere snake, after all. Kami or no.
That story, is of course just a story. But where there's smoke there is fire. There had been no kami, snake or otherwise, that had spoken to an ancestor of hers, let alone one that had tested them and deliberately led them to find food. No. There had been, however, before the family had ended in a line of squibs until the re-emergence of magic in Glenys maternal grandmother, a latent ability to speak parseltongue. And 'Chōji' had found a source of food in lean times, but only because he overheard a snake complaining about strangely smelling dead trees.
It never occurred to Glenys that an actual snake had been involved or that someone in her family had been able to speak to it. If her mother or grandmother had possessed the ability, it had never come up the few times they'd met. And Glenys herself, for all that she might have has inherited the ability, had never had occasion to actually speak to a snake before, and was therefore so far completely unaware of it.
Anyway, that day after they had played some game that Glenys couldn't even remember now, her mother had told her stories – not bedtime stories though, it hadn't been that late yet. And one of those stories was supposedly about her great-great-great-grandfather or something. A family legend basically.
The story had been about how they had been going through lean times, and said person [let's call him Chōji] had left the family home to go forage and hunt for some food. He had been supposedly been not gone for three days and three nights as he had announced he would but instead for three weeks and the family had though him lost already.
But he had returned and victorious and with a wild tale of how he had been granted help from the strangest place: a 蛇の紙 [hebi no kami; a snake deity] had taken pity on him and after testing him and deeming him worthy, led Chōji to a place of abundance – a tree trunk overgrown by shiitake mushrooms; letting him return home with ample loot in the form of said shiitake mushrooms and even a snared hare. The family kept telling the story as a reminder that there's hope and help may come from the most unexpected places. And besides, if someone in the family had been blessed in such a way by a kami they would honour said kami by keeping it's memory alive.
Glenys hadn't really thought it to be more than any other story. After all, she hadn't grown up with the same cultural knowledge her mother had, given that she wasn't living with her. She might've known magic was real (obviously), but she had no idea what a „kami“ was supposed to be and deities... that was just how non-magical people explained magic right? All she had gotten from that story was that maybe some ancestor of her mother's mother had been a wizard, too. Besides, the other stories told that day were far more interesting, talking about dragons and heroes and such. A dragon was far more impressive than a mere snake, after all. Kami or no.
That story, is of course just a story. But where there's smoke there is fire. There had been no kami, snake or otherwise, that had spoken to an ancestor of hers, let alone one that had tested them and deliberately led them to find food. No. There had been, however, before the family had ended in a line of squibs until the re-emergence of magic in Glenys maternal grandmother, a latent ability to speak parseltongue. And 'Chōji' had found a source of food in lean times, but only because he overheard a snake complaining about strangely smelling dead trees.
It never occurred to Glenys that an actual snake had been involved or that someone in her family had been able to speak to it. If her mother or grandmother had possessed the ability, it had never come up the few times they'd met. And Glenys herself, for all that she might have has inherited the ability, had never had occasion to actually speak to a snake before, and was therefore so far completely unaware of it.
WC: 596
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❀ STAmina ❀
Five (5)
Five (5)
❀ EVAsion ❀
Four (4)
Four (4)
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Four (4)
Four (4)
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Six (6)
Six (6)
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Six (6)
Six (6)
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Five (5)
STATUS: Approved
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
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Cece has been in love with charms ever since she first opened the Book of Spells by Miranda Goshawk. That book had opened her eyes to the amazing of the wizarding world. It seemed like there was a charm for everything! Any problem that existed, there was a way to solve it. And there were so many charms, there was so much to learn. Cece spent her summer reading the Book of Spells, and with every new spell she learned, she fell in love with magic and charms a little bit more. She went and found a second hand bookshop in Diagon Alley, where she purchased more books, most of them about charms, and read those too. She spent her free time in her bedroom, engrossed in a book, absolutely amazed by the sheer amount of charms that existed. She learned more and more and spent her entire allowance on books and begged her parents to take her to Diagon Alley so that she could get more books on charms. She loved to read about the history of charms, and how the creators of famous charms had come up with the idea to make them. She loved the ingeniousness of these people, who had solved a problem by bringing something into existence that no one had even thought of before. She loved to learn about every charm, no matter whether she thought that it was something that she would use, because every charm she learned about, someone had found it useful, and she was amazed. Although she wasn’t able to practice actually casting spells, she memorized the wand movements and incantations for them. She had memorized her entire first year curriculum and half of the second year curriculum as well. She fell in love with charms even more, when she finally got to Hogwarts and was able to see magic in action. And when she got to see the Hogwarts library, and read more and more books on charms and was able to actually practice the things she learned, she excelled. She learned more and more and memorized more charms and she was amazed that there was still more. More charms to learn about, even though she must have read at least twenty different books on charms already. She loved it, how much there was already and how much more there would be in the future. So she read and learned and practiced and was absolutely enthralled with charms.
WC: 409
STATUS: Approved
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
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Cece has been in love with charms ever since she first opened the Book of Spells by Miranda Goshawk. That book had opened her eyes to the amazing of the wizarding world. It seemed like there was a charm for everything! Any problem that existed, there was a way to solve it. And there were so many charms, there was so much to learn. Cece spent her summer reading the Book of Spells, and with every new spell she learned, she fell in love with magic and charms a little bit more. She went and found a second hand bookshop in Diagon Alley, where she purchased more books, most of them about charms, and read those too. She spent her free time in her bedroom, engrossed in a book, absolutely amazed by the sheer amount of charms that existed. She learned more and more and spent her entire allowance on books and begged her parents to take her to Diagon Alley so that she could get more books on charms. She loved to read about the history of charms, and how the creators of famous charms had come up with the idea to make them. She loved the ingeniousness of these people, who had solved a problem by bringing something into existence that no one had even thought of before. She loved to learn about every charm, no matter whether she thought that it was something that she would use, because every charm she learned about, someone had found it useful, and she was amazed. Although she wasn’t able to practice actually casting spells, she memorized the wand movements and incantations for them. She had memorized her entire first year curriculum and half of the second year curriculum as well. She fell in love with charms even more, when she finally got to Hogwarts and was able to see magic in action. And when she got to see the Hogwarts library, and read more and more books on charms and was able to actually practice the things she learned, she excelled. She learned more and more and memorized more charms and she was amazed that there was still more. More charms to learn about, even though she must have read at least twenty different books on charms already. She loved it, how much there was already and how much more there would be in the future. So she read and learned and practiced and was absolutely enthralled with charms.
WC: 409
STATUS: Approved
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Y2 Ability - Perfectionist
Y3 Ability - Perfectionist II
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Y2 Ability - Perfectionist
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George hated following instructions. He hated being exact - he hated being subject to the strictest directions for his wand movement, his potion brewing, his incantation. However, more than any of these things, George hated making a mistake. His pride would not allow him to take the lazy path any longer when so much was on the line. The first time it happened to him was in defense against the dark arts. When trying to summon forth a shower of green sparks, his wand instead backfired, sending a firework of light back into his own nose. He could still remember being laughed at by a murder of snooty Ravenclaws who had seen.
His second year had been dedicated to mastering the worst parts of schooling. He gained a mastery of Latin pronunciation, and he waved his wand through the air with the graceful ease of an orchestra conductor. When he brewed potions, he did not deviate from the instructions, even when he believed the addition of new ingredients would lend a pleasant flavor or interesting effect to the final product. He began to use hourglasses rather than simply trying to estimate the time he had brewed. And in time, these things came more naturally to him. His grades improved, as did his ability, as he worked through the barriers between him and perfection.
While people who know George would likely not describe him as a perfectionist, but they certainly would not deny that he was studious. He ironed out the errors in his work after the fact, in the dark corners of the castle where he could not be caught making mistakes. He ate a few books to the face when he was practicing the summoning charm ahead of time, wanting to ensure he could perform it with perfect accuracy when it came time to demonstrate it in class.
What had happened to him with the sparks charm would not be happening to him again any time soon. As long as he maintained his concentration, and practiced, practiced, practiced between classes – he could be perfect. Well, as close to perfect as a boy could get in his second year at school. He had larger plans for the future – to challenge himself again when the casting of standard spells was no longer much of a challenge for him, there were still more difficulties to face in his future. Casting stronger spells, without saying the incantations aloud, and – he had heard of a rare ability that some wizards had – without a wand. But stuff like that would need to wait until a later year…
His second year had been dedicated to mastering the worst parts of schooling. He gained a mastery of Latin pronunciation, and he waved his wand through the air with the graceful ease of an orchestra conductor. When he brewed potions, he did not deviate from the instructions, even when he believed the addition of new ingredients would lend a pleasant flavor or interesting effect to the final product. He began to use hourglasses rather than simply trying to estimate the time he had brewed. And in time, these things came more naturally to him. His grades improved, as did his ability, as he worked through the barriers between him and perfection.
While people who know George would likely not describe him as a perfectionist, but they certainly would not deny that he was studious. He ironed out the errors in his work after the fact, in the dark corners of the castle where he could not be caught making mistakes. He ate a few books to the face when he was practicing the summoning charm ahead of time, wanting to ensure he could perform it with perfect accuracy when it came time to demonstrate it in class.
What had happened to him with the sparks charm would not be happening to him again any time soon. As long as he maintained his concentration, and practiced, practiced, practiced between classes – he could be perfect. Well, as close to perfect as a boy could get in his second year at school. He had larger plans for the future – to challenge himself again when the casting of standard spells was no longer much of a challenge for him, there were still more difficulties to face in his future. Casting stronger spells, without saying the incantations aloud, and – he had heard of a rare ability that some wizards had – without a wand. But stuff like that would need to wait until a later year…
Y3 Ability - Perfectionist II
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Of course, even being a perfectionist doesn’t make you perfect. Despite the fact that he could perfectly cast any spell taught in his year – and some taught above it, even – there were still some situations that called for a more perfect hand. When technique was demonstrated, George was not the student brought up in front of the class. He did not receive house points for his excellent incantation. His homework came with points off, even if he still received an Outstanding grade. The stress of sub-perfection boiled up inside of him like a pressure building in his head, ready to make him explode.
His insecurity about his blood status didn’t aid him at all. While the progressive teachers of Hogwarts often did not concern themselves with such things, it was impossible not to notice that the elite of the students was composed almost entirely of purebloods. The divide was mostly economic – pureblood families tended to have wealth going back generations – but George saw it as a divide based on ability. He thought he wasn’t as good as them. They thought he wasn’t as good as them. He intended to prove that he was just as good as any wizard, even ones who had generations of wizards standing behind them.
He threw himself into his studies. He spent long nights under the blankets with Jake’s night light, reviewing his textbooks, ensuring that no detail went unnoticed, no question was left unanswered. The boy even went so far as to consult his mom – a Muggle teacher – to learn how the professors thought. From purebloods to professors, the key was knowing your enemy. It turned out that his enemies most often wanted more thorough and detailed answers from George. His mother had given him this feedback on his muggle homework several times in the past, but he didn’t really care about it until it became relevant to his wizarding career, at which point he embraced it wholeheartedly.
He knew his spellcasting was beyond doubt, recognized by his professors as an exemplary wizard when it came to all the fundamentals of spellcasting. His pursuit of perfection had even begun to spread to other aspects of his life. Even Ivy, his piano teacher, could not find fault in his rendition of Fur Elise. He felt like a proper wizard. He had put in the effort where even some full-blooded wizards were complacent, and his superiority in academics boosted his self-esteem to the point of narcissism… even if the underlying insecurity had never been cured.
His insecurity about his blood status didn’t aid him at all. While the progressive teachers of Hogwarts often did not concern themselves with such things, it was impossible not to notice that the elite of the students was composed almost entirely of purebloods. The divide was mostly economic – pureblood families tended to have wealth going back generations – but George saw it as a divide based on ability. He thought he wasn’t as good as them. They thought he wasn’t as good as them. He intended to prove that he was just as good as any wizard, even ones who had generations of wizards standing behind them.
He threw himself into his studies. He spent long nights under the blankets with Jake’s night light, reviewing his textbooks, ensuring that no detail went unnoticed, no question was left unanswered. The boy even went so far as to consult his mom – a Muggle teacher – to learn how the professors thought. From purebloods to professors, the key was knowing your enemy. It turned out that his enemies most often wanted more thorough and detailed answers from George. His mother had given him this feedback on his muggle homework several times in the past, but he didn’t really care about it until it became relevant to his wizarding career, at which point he embraced it wholeheartedly.
He knew his spellcasting was beyond doubt, recognized by his professors as an exemplary wizard when it came to all the fundamentals of spellcasting. His pursuit of perfection had even begun to spread to other aspects of his life. Even Ivy, his piano teacher, could not find fault in his rendition of Fur Elise. He felt like a proper wizard. He had put in the effort where even some full-blooded wizards were complacent, and his superiority in academics boosted his self-esteem to the point of narcissism… even if the underlying insecurity had never been cured.
Y4 Ability - Spell Spread
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With technique perfected, the next step was power. There were many abilities that were considered the marks of a skillful, powerful wizard, and George intended to master every single one on his journey to becoming the greatest wizard in Hogwarts. Or at least Hufflepuff, which was a safer bet altogether. Nonverbal magic was not expected of him until fifth year, and performing magic windlessly was not expected from anyone but half-goblins and particularly magical folk. Of course, he expected it of himself by sixth year at the latest, after mastering the art of casting without incantation. But all of this was simply out of reach for a wizard of his age and capabilities.
There was something that he had seen a few wizards his age doing, however – expanding the scope of their spells to target multiple people. From what he had seen demonstrated during his observations in the dueling club, this often led to casting a bit more recklessly – spreading one’s energy out among two people was not a surgical task and required improvising new movements to cope with the difference in targeting and power. To George, this was a perfect challenge. An ability like this, if mastered, would no doubt earn him the respect of even the snobbiest of spellcasters.
But his ‘perfected’ technique was useless for this. By definition, expanding the spell was an imperfect cast, as the incantations had only ever been intended for use on a singular target. He had just spent the last two years stopping himself from breaking the rules, and now he had to learn the bend them. The process was tough to start, but once he had the hang of it, it was really a blast to use and an awe-inspiring sight to behold. Or at least fear-inspiring. There were likely few students at Hogwarts who believed George could be responsible with the power to double his destruction.
The crowning moment of his achievement came after he had spent a long time practicing with the more harmless charms – scourgifying two shirts clean at once, for instance, so that if he fooled it up and backfired somehow, all he would get was a mouthful of soap. Laid out atop chairs were two of his oldest rivals – Freddie, a stuffed animal owned by Jake Morris, as well as an effigy made of wood, built in the image of Cadmus, his pet owl. With a final flourish and swish of his wand, the boy shouted out ‘flipendo’ – sending Freddie flying right back to his bunk and the small wooden owl tumbling over near where Cadmus slept in his cage. He had done it – now, he was starting to become a very impressive wizard.
There was something that he had seen a few wizards his age doing, however – expanding the scope of their spells to target multiple people. From what he had seen demonstrated during his observations in the dueling club, this often led to casting a bit more recklessly – spreading one’s energy out among two people was not a surgical task and required improvising new movements to cope with the difference in targeting and power. To George, this was a perfect challenge. An ability like this, if mastered, would no doubt earn him the respect of even the snobbiest of spellcasters.
But his ‘perfected’ technique was useless for this. By definition, expanding the spell was an imperfect cast, as the incantations had only ever been intended for use on a singular target. He had just spent the last two years stopping himself from breaking the rules, and now he had to learn the bend them. The process was tough to start, but once he had the hang of it, it was really a blast to use and an awe-inspiring sight to behold. Or at least fear-inspiring. There were likely few students at Hogwarts who believed George could be responsible with the power to double his destruction.
The crowning moment of his achievement came after he had spent a long time practicing with the more harmless charms – scourgifying two shirts clean at once, for instance, so that if he fooled it up and backfired somehow, all he would get was a mouthful of soap. Laid out atop chairs were two of his oldest rivals – Freddie, a stuffed animal owned by Jake Morris, as well as an effigy made of wood, built in the image of Cadmus, his pet owl. With a final flourish and swish of his wand, the boy shouted out ‘flipendo’ – sending Freddie flying right back to his bunk and the small wooden owl tumbling over near where Cadmus slept in his cage. He had done it – now, he was starting to become a very impressive wizard.
STATUS: Approved
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Stamina: 10 / Evasion: 12 / Strength: 3 / Wisdom: 13 / Arcane Power: 7 / Accuracy: 12 [color: #632d0b]