Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal potion learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 405/400
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal potion learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 405/400
Reducio
Potions had always been a thing for Anastasia. Clear instructions. Ingredients mixed together to create something useful. The brewing process, how you made a potion with your hands. It was not like spells that came with a feeling, an incantation. Sure spells came from you, but they weren’t really made by you. If it makes sense. Whatever, it made sense in her mind.
Some wizard kids grow up throwing out fake spells, imitating their parents, with a simple stick. Or at least Peter and Elizabeth, her cousins, did that a lot. But Anastasia, she preferred brewing fake potions. She could often be found near the estate’s small lake, with some kind of pot, mixing the lake’s water with leaves, rocks, insects and whatever she found around her. She has a few memories of those potioneer escapades.
Three career paths had fascinated her for the major part of the past decade. Astronomer, potioneer, and alchemist. Two out of three required her to be really good at potion brewing, which is what she started putting her mind into during her fifth year. With the OWLs coming, Anastasia couldn’t really afford to focus on one subject in particular, especially how she wanted to solely focus on potions, while staying at a good enough level in other subjects.
So there she was, summer before sixth year, OWLs in her pocket, living with Peter in her new house in London, school supplies freshly bought. She read through the sixth year’s potion handbook a few times, brewing the ones that seemed interesting, with her cousin doing the wand movement when needed since she wasn’t allowed to yet. Over the month of August, the basement became a potion lab, with various fresh and dry ingredients in glass jars, things she could buy at Dogweed & Deathcap, or at the Apothecary shop on Diagon’s Alley.
By the end of the summer, she basically knew all of this year’s class material on the back of her hand, and was left wondering why she hadn’t been doing that earlier. Now that she was learning about and brewing these potions before the year started, she just felt obviousness, like of course she had learned all of it, it just made sense.
She still watched the stars at night. Still laid down in the small garden with Peter, watching the stars and naming constellations. But more and more, potions became more serious than astronomy as a career path.
Some wizard kids grow up throwing out fake spells, imitating their parents, with a simple stick. Or at least Peter and Elizabeth, her cousins, did that a lot. But Anastasia, she preferred brewing fake potions. She could often be found near the estate’s small lake, with some kind of pot, mixing the lake’s water with leaves, rocks, insects and whatever she found around her. She has a few memories of those potioneer escapades.
Three career paths had fascinated her for the major part of the past decade. Astronomer, potioneer, and alchemist. Two out of three required her to be really good at potion brewing, which is what she started putting her mind into during her fifth year. With the OWLs coming, Anastasia couldn’t really afford to focus on one subject in particular, especially how she wanted to solely focus on potions, while staying at a good enough level in other subjects.
So there she was, summer before sixth year, OWLs in her pocket, living with Peter in her new house in London, school supplies freshly bought. She read through the sixth year’s potion handbook a few times, brewing the ones that seemed interesting, with her cousin doing the wand movement when needed since she wasn’t allowed to yet. Over the month of August, the basement became a potion lab, with various fresh and dry ingredients in glass jars, things she could buy at Dogweed & Deathcap, or at the Apothecary shop on Diagon’s Alley.
By the end of the summer, she basically knew all of this year’s class material on the back of her hand, and was left wondering why she hadn’t been doing that earlier. Now that she was learning about and brewing these potions before the year started, she just felt obviousness, like of course she had learned all of it, it just made sense.
She still watched the stars at night. Still laid down in the small garden with Peter, watching the stars and naming constellations. But more and more, potions became more serious than astronomy as a career path.
STATUS: Approved, Aiko, July 31
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Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 502/400 words
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 502/400 words
Reducio
Siobhan's potions accident should have shied her away from ever touching a cauldron again. The impairment she received as part of the explosion has made it increasingly difficult for her to navigate the school and understand the basics of her surroundings as well as her homework. In Potions class, Siobhan was reluctant to even pick up the ladle once again. But something about the reduced ability in skill gave her more determination to not let the subject disallow her from keeping up with her peers. With her disability, the fear of being "out of place" became more pronounced and Siobhan found herself hunched over her cauldron or studying the limited braille available to her, only to maintain her skills.
To accurately brew her potions, Siobhan utilizes an old trick that some blind individuals developed for eating. When conducting any sort of brewery, her entire work station is set up in the face of a clock. At the center, the cauldron. To the numbers of 12, 3, 6, and 9, her ladle, wand, crystal phials, and stirring stick. Her wand is always at the number 3 which is her right side and allows her the easiest access to the tool in case of emergencies. Siobhan will spend time outside of her potions lessons practicing her set up and break down of her work station to ensure that during classes and exams there is nothing that she could misplace or forget about important safety precautions. Reduced sight means that any additional smoke, or the wrong ingredient in the wrong spot could prove to be perilous for both her, and her classmates.
Part of Siobhan's potions studies have been a detailed inventory of the Student Accessible Potions Store room. Having taken a list of any ingredient that she can buy herself without the need for a graduate license, she has bought and keeps in her dorm room to study as best she can. Without the ability to see, she relies on smell, feel, and occasionally the help of a partner who may or may not be around her. To Siobhan, she has had to work much harder to memorize the texture and feeling of certain ingredients and the accsessible labels that she has made for the more dangerous ones such as Bubotuber Pus, Sulfur, Snake Fangs, and Doxy Eggs. Everything is organized alphabetically and kept in a personalized Potions trunk that she repurposed after thrifting it from a local shop in Killarney.
In addition to studying potions and their historical context, Siobhan has begun to translate everything that she has discovered about her skills as a blind potioneer onto parchment, keeping detailed notes about everything she has accomplished thus far in her school years. The art of potions making is a delicate sport and Siobhan believes that blind or not, there is something about her need to record as much information down about her struggles as possible. Being able to showcase what she has been able to accomplish would mean that her
To accurately brew her potions, Siobhan utilizes an old trick that some blind individuals developed for eating. When conducting any sort of brewery, her entire work station is set up in the face of a clock. At the center, the cauldron. To the numbers of 12, 3, 6, and 9, her ladle, wand, crystal phials, and stirring stick. Her wand is always at the number 3 which is her right side and allows her the easiest access to the tool in case of emergencies. Siobhan will spend time outside of her potions lessons practicing her set up and break down of her work station to ensure that during classes and exams there is nothing that she could misplace or forget about important safety precautions. Reduced sight means that any additional smoke, or the wrong ingredient in the wrong spot could prove to be perilous for both her, and her classmates.
Part of Siobhan's potions studies have been a detailed inventory of the Student Accessible Potions Store room. Having taken a list of any ingredient that she can buy herself without the need for a graduate license, she has bought and keeps in her dorm room to study as best she can. Without the ability to see, she relies on smell, feel, and occasionally the help of a partner who may or may not be around her. To Siobhan, she has had to work much harder to memorize the texture and feeling of certain ingredients and the accsessible labels that she has made for the more dangerous ones such as Bubotuber Pus, Sulfur, Snake Fangs, and Doxy Eggs. Everything is organized alphabetically and kept in a personalized Potions trunk that she repurposed after thrifting it from a local shop in Killarney.
In addition to studying potions and their historical context, Siobhan has begun to translate everything that she has discovered about her skills as a blind potioneer onto parchment, keeping detailed notes about everything she has accomplished thus far in her school years. The art of potions making is a delicate sport and Siobhan believes that blind or not, there is something about her need to record as much information down about her struggles as possible. Being able to showcase what she has been able to accomplish would mean that her
STATUS: Approved, Santiago, 2/8/26
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