Sherlock Dols Castelobruxo

ꕥꕥ STATS ꕥꕥ

♡ stamina 3 ♡ evasion 4 ♡ strength 3 ♡ wisdom 10 ♡ arcane power 10 ♡ accuracy 10 ♡

ꕥꕥ EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY ꕥꕥ

♡ duelling ♡

ꕥꕥ ABILITIES ꕥꕥ

♡ First Year Ability ♡ Impartial ♡

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When Sherlock was a toddler, he enjoyed playing dressing up and imagining that he was a prince - not because he wanted he status, but rather because he wanted to look gloriously handsome; he thought that the more attractive one looked, the more friends they would get. However, things changed when he enrolled in school.

On his first day as a student, four-year-old Sherlock got interested in one small, cute little boy named Edwin and would very much like to befriend him. However, the boy was reluctant to interact with Sherlock and whenever he tried to speak to him, more often than not Edwin would turn his back on Sherlock and find someone else to talk with. Later, our boy would also try to befriend Ian, a bright-eyed student with a very charming smile. But Ian was also uninterested and would express his annoyance if Sherlock tried to strike a friendly conversation with him.

Worse than this, one day an adorable-looking classmate claimed he was pushed when the kids were standing in a queue. Ian and his desk-mate, a girl with a beguiling smile, told the teacher that the child was pushed by Sherlock, and soon the boy joined in because he was good friends with them. As Sherlock began to cry, feeling publicly humiliated, the three started calling him a cry-baby.

Enough was enough. Sherlock shot a look at the three and he no longer saw beauty or handsomeness; what might seem so at first glance was now smeared by their cruel actions, and the young wizard was no longer interested in trying to befriend someone because of their looks.

He proved this in the upcoming academic year, when came a new student to their class. Jacqueline had oily skin and crooked teeth, and she did look scary at first (at least for Sherlock); however, she was a very helpful child and before long, the two became friends. Sherlock even defended Jackie when a couple of their classmates called her a gorilla, even though he himself was slightly scared if they would call him names instead.

Jackie and Sherlock were classmates for only three semesters, before she had to change schools as her parents' job transferred them to another town, but she definitely was the person who truly opened Sherlock's eyes and introduced him to true beauty - the one that came from the heart.

Thank you, Jackie, Sherlock sometimes said inwardly as a preteen. Thank you for helping me understand what it really means by not judging a book by its cover.

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♡ Second Year Ability ♡ Wand Maker ♡

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Wand Core: Unicorn Tail Hair (WC: 119/50)

Sherlock was a very loyal individual. Once he considered someone a friend, he would make sure he did his very best for them. The same applied with family; not only to his sister and best friend, even to his parents whom he knew were not the best mum and dad in the world, he still tried to protect them from unhappiness. In addition to being loyal, the boy was also very moralistic, preferring to make decisions based on the emotional spectrum of right and wrong. As much as he wanted to be accepted by his peers, Sherlock always prioritises listening to his conscience and thus would never give up to peer pressure if it means betraying his conscience.

Wand Wood: Larch (WC: 98/50)

It was (almost) never easy to be different, and Sherlock only knew this too well. For many fellow preteens, he was a "freak"; for his close-minded parents a "weirdo" who needed to "start being like everyone else [his] age". After years of listening to these comments and being convinced that it was bad to be himself instead of just like most people, Sherlock was subconsciously sure that there was something wrong with him, with his character. To build his confidence, often the boy tried to please the people around him (particularly his parents) to finally earn their approval.

Flexibility: Springy (WC: 80/50)

Sherlock was a flexible person. While sometimes he might get startled when he encountered something unfamiliar, or someone who was quite unlike the other people he had known, he was willing to give the new a chance, to see if he liked them. That is to say, the young wizard was not without a stance. As young as he was, he always listened to his conscience and would refuse to step into the unknown if it meant betraying his conscience.

Wand Length: 26.46 cm (WC: 76/50)

There could be no doubt that Sherlock Dols was a calm individual with a pure heart. Not wishing to stand out, and at times felt an annoyance toward attention-seeking behaviour, the boy was quite happy with staying under the radar as long as he was treated nicely. It was on his humble mind to think that it was more important to produce a magic that worked effectively rather than a mediocre one with a better appearance.

The History (WC:547/200)

"You should have told us earlier you were going to be a school duellist, mijo. Abuelita will have prepared a special gift for you."

At the time Abuelita Dols said it, Sherlock did not take much notice. But the following week, she surprised him with an invitation. "Mrs Miralles has agreed to make time for our visit. She's very busy, so let's take this opportunity, shall we? I hope you'll have time tomorrow at eleven?"

Sherlock knew Mrs Miralles, albeit not very well. She was Abuelita Dols' friend and a wand maker, had been one even before she got married. Now a widow with grown children, the witch spent most of her time working; that is, when her kids and grandkids were not visiting. She owned her own wand shop but also took special orders from customers, and now Sherlock had no idea whether Abuelita Dols had ordered a personalised wand or merely would like to choose one from her friend's premade wands. Either way, he knew the two would sip tea and talked about their friends, and he would be stuck pretending to be interested in their conversation when he could be somewhere else enjoying his summer holiday.

Oh, how glad he little wizard was when the ladies decided they had had enough talk for the day and it was time for him to meet his new potential wands!

"Your granny told me that you're now a school duellist. She also kept me informed about your current wand. David!" Mrs Miralles's assistant, a bespectacled wizard in his early or mid-twenties, was there in an instant. "Please get the blue box from my desk and put it on this table."

Carefully, David took out a number of wands and lay them on the table. They all looked so fancy with handles that shaped like animals and magical creatures, and Sherlock realised that Abuelita Dols must have told Mrs Miralles that he loved nature. There was no design with cat, unicorn, or puffskein, though - but griffin, tiger, eagle, and wolf were there among some others.

"Goodness me!" exclaimed Abuelita Dols. "I didn't expect you to make that many possible wands for my grandson to choose."

"With wand, there are endless possibilities. The more one tries, the more accurate the result will be. Besides," the master wand maker replied, "anything for a very old friend of mine. That's all, though. Try them, Sherlock."

And so he did.

He knew nothing about the wood or core, for so far Mrs Miralles had not said a word about any of them. Randomly picking up one, Sherlock did not fail to notice that he started with the handle shaped like a dragon. Nothing happened, though, so he tried the lion-handled one, followed by the cobra-handled wand and a couple more.

It was not until he tried waving the one with the handle resembling a bear that he felt warmth rising to his fingers and saw sparks coming out of the end of the wand. Sherlock was in awe, Abuelita Dols looked absolutely delighted, and Mrs Miralles nodded in satisfaction. "Larch with unicorn hair tail core, 26.46 cm, pleasantly springy," she said. "Please write it down, David. And Sherlock, looks like this beauty will be your faithful companion for years to come."

Translation
mijo: my child
abuelita: grandma