iNPC Corporeal Patronus Applications
REQUIREMENTS
You have to be a 4th year student or above to apply for a Corporeal Patronus, and you must have the Patronus Charm (Expecto Patronum) item in your trunk.
The ability to cast a Corporeal Patronus is acquired independently from the Patronus spell.
ABOUT YOUR APPLICATION
Your Corporeal Patronus can either be an animal or a magical creature. If you choose an animal, it must either have not been extinct for more than 200 years, or there must be an accurate recording, picture or drawing of what it looked like. It must be or have been a real animal. In the case of magical creatures, your Patronus has to remain within the bounds of creatures that are known to exist in the magical universe of Harry Potter.
It is usual for a Patronus to take on the appearance of an animal commonly found in its caster's native lands. In contrast, it is uncommon, but not unheard of, for a person to produce a Patronus animal that they do not know of, or that is from a species that has become extinct. The rarest of Patroni are those that become magical creatures, such as phoenixes or unicorns.
Take this into account when writing your application. For example, having a phoenix for a Patronus is extremely unlikely, and you would have to reflect in your application why exactly this magical creature and no other fits your character.
Our moderators may tell you to edit or re-write your application, or (temporarily) deny it if it does not conform to the rules outlined here or the general rules that apply to our site.
BEFORE YOU APPLY
Please read the details of our Patronus lore, that can be found here.
APPLICATION FORM
QUESTIONS?
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You have to be a 4th year student or above to apply for a Corporeal Patronus, and you must have the Patronus Charm (Expecto Patronum) item in your trunk.
The ability to cast a Corporeal Patronus is acquired independently from the Patronus spell.
ABOUT YOUR APPLICATION
Your Corporeal Patronus can either be an animal or a magical creature. If you choose an animal, it must either have not been extinct for more than 200 years, or there must be an accurate recording, picture or drawing of what it looked like. It must be or have been a real animal. In the case of magical creatures, your Patronus has to remain within the bounds of creatures that are known to exist in the magical universe of Harry Potter.
It is usual for a Patronus to take on the appearance of an animal commonly found in its caster's native lands. In contrast, it is uncommon, but not unheard of, for a person to produce a Patronus animal that they do not know of, or that is from a species that has become extinct. The rarest of Patroni are those that become magical creatures, such as phoenixes or unicorns.
Take this into account when writing your application. For example, having a phoenix for a Patronus is extremely unlikely, and you would have to reflect in your application why exactly this magical creature and no other fits your character.
Our moderators may tell you to edit or re-write your application, or (temporarily) deny it if it does not conform to the rules outlined here or the general rules that apply to our site.
BEFORE YOU APPLY
Please read the details of our Patronus lore, that can be found here.
APPLICATION FORM
Link to your encyclopedia thread:
Patronus you are applying for:
You need to name the animal you are applying for, also give its species if possible. Please be specific! For example, if you want your Patronus to be a giraffe, tell us which one (there are 8 subspecies of giraffes). A Great Dane is a dog, but so is a Beagle, so tell us which animal exactly your Patronus is.
Describe why this fits your character:
500 words (up to a maximum of 2K words) of your iNPC character learning the Patronus spell/casting their first corporeal Patronus, please include a word count. This can be completed in-character first or second person or from a third-person perspective. Your application cannot be out of character (OOC).
QUESTIONS?
If you have any questions please owl Célestine de la Croix-Valmer.
Approving your application can take between a few days and up to 2 weeks depending on how busy our moderators are. If you have been waiting longer than 2 weeks, please contact one of the staff members mentioned above.
This is the "Game Master" account. Please do not owl this account, unless specified. This account is not moderated actively and therefore, you may not receive a response.
Contact a Head of House or the Headmaster if you need anything.
iNPC Corporeal Patronus Applications
School: Ilvermorny
School Year: 7th
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Cyrus Darsel
Patronus you are applying for: Mandarin Duck (Aix galericulata)
Describe why this fits your character: (WC 1233)
koko riddle · 'pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.'
School Year: 7th
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Cyrus Darsel
Patronus you are applying for: Mandarin Duck (Aix galericulata)
Describe why this fits your character: (WC 1233)
Reducio
Ever since he was little, Cyrus’s biggest goal had been to bring joy to others however he could. He had been five when he told his mother he wanted to use his imagination to make people smile. He had been five when she died.
That didn’t stop him. He internalised his mother’s affection, her creativity, her radiance, and he strove to bring it to others through himself. He did his best to live up to his name — Cyrus, meaning sun, king; Alexander, meaning protector, defender of men. He grew up to be his mother’s child despite his father’s surname or his aunt and uncle’s nurture. He shared facts of all sorts with his acquaintances (later his friends), especially facts about ducks, or flying, or Crocs, whatever made them smile, whatever brought the light of the sun to their eyes.
So when he was trying to cast a corporeal patronus, he thought he would have no shortage of happy memories. When he was in his sixth year, he was the happiest person he knew, the sun always shining in his eyes, the kindest of words always escaping his smiling lips.
But memories of bringing joy to others, however joyous they seemed, did not actually conjure much of anything. The best he could do was when he thought about his last strong memory of his mother, when she took him to London, when he saw a painting and learned he liked to colour. A silver mist emanated from his wand then: not enough to help others, not enough to scare off a dementor, but enough to suggest he had the potential to at least cast the spell.
He stopped trying after a while. He had more important things to focus on — his classes, duelling practice, a new book his aunt had sent him. The idea of defeating a dementor was perhaps something that could represent the culmination of his life’s mission, but he was just a kid at that point. Why should kids have to scare off life-eaters, destroyers of happiness? Why should kids have to do anything but exist?
He found an answer to that question when Hogsmeade was attacked and his optimistic, rose-tinted world was plunged into flame, when every day smelt vaguely of burnt meat and acrid smoke. The sky didn’t look the same for weeks, months, even. Sometimes he had to wear perfume, women’s perfume, to get rid of the stench that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. He was not unhappy; he still smiled, he still strove to be a beacon of light for others. But sometimes he wondered, and anger stoked his blood into boiling just like the pyre of Hogsmeade had stoked the flames of death. Life-eater. Destroyer of happiness. So many of them had been kids.
And here he was, eighteen, searching for answers, for remedies, to make the cruel world just a bit kinder after all that had occurred.
It was December when he tried again. At first, he got distracted — he trailed the Ilvermorny grounds, muttering ‘Expecto Patronum’ under his breath until he was sure he had the incantation right, and then he did the wand movement, and the fluttering noise of wings started him. He did not even conjure vapour. Frowning, he tried to ground himself, but the bird just reminded him of Hogsmeade, when he had seen a bird and thought the world would be the same. He swallowed thickly, the cold Massachusetts air seeming to coagulate around him, and he lifted his wrist to his nose to smell the sharp tang of citrus perfume that he had dabbed there earlier.
It had always begun and ended with birds.
Tapping his wand against his leg, he stared blankly ahead of him, ocean-blue gaze dull in the dim light of the overcast afternoon sky, and he thought back to summer, back to warmth. He remembered meeting Tristan in a dodgy shop in a dark alleyway, remembered the truth of kindness always being where you least expected it. We can all find joy in the little things, Cyrus had said then, and although he was not grinning at the memory, he was contented, so he continued to think of summertime. He recalled squeaky Crocs and glitter gel pens, conversations with a group of acquaintances — no, friends, that was what they were — on the Tube, the magic of Apple Pay, and then, wait, a few weeks before…
It always starts and ends with birds.
They’re round because if you squeeze them… they squeak! Yes, it was coming together now, he thought, smiling warmly at the memory. It had been cold then. It was cold now. Oh. My. Gods. He remembered children smiling widely, a few of them overjoyed, a few of them slightly confused but still having fun. He recalled the silly, nonsense feeling of the rubber ducks in his hands. It had been July, and the world had not turned itself upside down. And he had seen Elias again, stayed with him, even, and he had met Hanya, and Acacia, and Hans, and seen Alyssea, and it had been wonderful.
Chuckling to himself as he remembered the Pokémon he had learned about from Hanya’s nickname for him, Psi-Duck, he waved his wand again, and this time, his voice was jolly and warm, and his hand did not shake. ‘Expecto Patronum.’
It started with vapour. He was not disappointed, not yet, but then his smile widened to reveal teeth as he thought he saw a feather, and then a beak — no, a bill. Decorative plumage formed out of the mist in the cold, cold air, and warmth flooded through Cyrus as he began to recognise the creature that was forming. A duck, of course, how could he not have expected that!? And, as it made its diminutive size known, and as its distinctive crest became apparent, the sunshine boy laughed giddily. The Mandarin duck was one of the most regal ducks, having been associated with emperors and kings. And Cyrus had always said ducks were regal, despite the fact that people probably often thought he was wrong. Now, he thought about all of his facts about ducks, and he sorted through facts about wood ducks, his mother's favourite, and mallards, and canvasbacks, until he remembered his trivia about Mandarin ducks.
He had learned that in some cultures, they represented love, the lifelong type, something Cyrus hoped he would have for himself someday, the type of love he imparted in platonic and familial ways with his friends and family. He knew that ducks, in general, could represent messengers and bringers of harmony — and what was he if not that? And Mandarin Ducks, they could represent joy, they could bring joy, and wasn’t that what he wanted to do?
And they brought good luck.
Cyrus gazed upon his patronus with newfound affection for the creature, and he wondered if this meant that he would not need to smell the citrus on his wrist every time he thought of Hogsmeade. Had he just been blessed, given good luck, given the opportunity — no, given the need to grow? He needed joy for himself before he could bring joy to others, and if this good duck, this lucky duck, was his, was for him, then it was something he needed to do; it was an omen.
His growth would begin with birds.
That didn’t stop him. He internalised his mother’s affection, her creativity, her radiance, and he strove to bring it to others through himself. He did his best to live up to his name — Cyrus, meaning sun, king; Alexander, meaning protector, defender of men. He grew up to be his mother’s child despite his father’s surname or his aunt and uncle’s nurture. He shared facts of all sorts with his acquaintances (later his friends), especially facts about ducks, or flying, or Crocs, whatever made them smile, whatever brought the light of the sun to their eyes.
So when he was trying to cast a corporeal patronus, he thought he would have no shortage of happy memories. When he was in his sixth year, he was the happiest person he knew, the sun always shining in his eyes, the kindest of words always escaping his smiling lips.
But memories of bringing joy to others, however joyous they seemed, did not actually conjure much of anything. The best he could do was when he thought about his last strong memory of his mother, when she took him to London, when he saw a painting and learned he liked to colour. A silver mist emanated from his wand then: not enough to help others, not enough to scare off a dementor, but enough to suggest he had the potential to at least cast the spell.
He stopped trying after a while. He had more important things to focus on — his classes, duelling practice, a new book his aunt had sent him. The idea of defeating a dementor was perhaps something that could represent the culmination of his life’s mission, but he was just a kid at that point. Why should kids have to scare off life-eaters, destroyers of happiness? Why should kids have to do anything but exist?
He found an answer to that question when Hogsmeade was attacked and his optimistic, rose-tinted world was plunged into flame, when every day smelt vaguely of burnt meat and acrid smoke. The sky didn’t look the same for weeks, months, even. Sometimes he had to wear perfume, women’s perfume, to get rid of the stench that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. He was not unhappy; he still smiled, he still strove to be a beacon of light for others. But sometimes he wondered, and anger stoked his blood into boiling just like the pyre of Hogsmeade had stoked the flames of death. Life-eater. Destroyer of happiness. So many of them had been kids.
And here he was, eighteen, searching for answers, for remedies, to make the cruel world just a bit kinder after all that had occurred.
It was December when he tried again. At first, he got distracted — he trailed the Ilvermorny grounds, muttering ‘Expecto Patronum’ under his breath until he was sure he had the incantation right, and then he did the wand movement, and the fluttering noise of wings started him. He did not even conjure vapour. Frowning, he tried to ground himself, but the bird just reminded him of Hogsmeade, when he had seen a bird and thought the world would be the same. He swallowed thickly, the cold Massachusetts air seeming to coagulate around him, and he lifted his wrist to his nose to smell the sharp tang of citrus perfume that he had dabbed there earlier.
It had always begun and ended with birds.
Tapping his wand against his leg, he stared blankly ahead of him, ocean-blue gaze dull in the dim light of the overcast afternoon sky, and he thought back to summer, back to warmth. He remembered meeting Tristan in a dodgy shop in a dark alleyway, remembered the truth of kindness always being where you least expected it. We can all find joy in the little things, Cyrus had said then, and although he was not grinning at the memory, he was contented, so he continued to think of summertime. He recalled squeaky Crocs and glitter gel pens, conversations with a group of acquaintances — no, friends, that was what they were — on the Tube, the magic of Apple Pay, and then, wait, a few weeks before…
It always starts and ends with birds.
They’re round because if you squeeze them… they squeak! Yes, it was coming together now, he thought, smiling warmly at the memory. It had been cold then. It was cold now. Oh. My. Gods. He remembered children smiling widely, a few of them overjoyed, a few of them slightly confused but still having fun. He recalled the silly, nonsense feeling of the rubber ducks in his hands. It had been July, and the world had not turned itself upside down. And he had seen Elias again, stayed with him, even, and he had met Hanya, and Acacia, and Hans, and seen Alyssea, and it had been wonderful.
Chuckling to himself as he remembered the Pokémon he had learned about from Hanya’s nickname for him, Psi-Duck, he waved his wand again, and this time, his voice was jolly and warm, and his hand did not shake. ‘Expecto Patronum.’
It started with vapour. He was not disappointed, not yet, but then his smile widened to reveal teeth as he thought he saw a feather, and then a beak — no, a bill. Decorative plumage formed out of the mist in the cold, cold air, and warmth flooded through Cyrus as he began to recognise the creature that was forming. A duck, of course, how could he not have expected that!? And, as it made its diminutive size known, and as its distinctive crest became apparent, the sunshine boy laughed giddily. The Mandarin duck was one of the most regal ducks, having been associated with emperors and kings. And Cyrus had always said ducks were regal, despite the fact that people probably often thought he was wrong. Now, he thought about all of his facts about ducks, and he sorted through facts about wood ducks, his mother's favourite, and mallards, and canvasbacks, until he remembered his trivia about Mandarin ducks.
He had learned that in some cultures, they represented love, the lifelong type, something Cyrus hoped he would have for himself someday, the type of love he imparted in platonic and familial ways with his friends and family. He knew that ducks, in general, could represent messengers and bringers of harmony — and what was he if not that? And Mandarin Ducks, they could represent joy, they could bring joy, and wasn’t that what he wanted to do?
And they brought good luck.
Cyrus gazed upon his patronus with newfound affection for the creature, and he wondered if this meant that he would not need to smell the citrus on his wrist every time he thought of Hogsmeade. Had he just been blessed, given good luck, given the opportunity — no, given the need to grow? He needed joy for himself before he could bring joy to others, and if this good duck, this lucky duck, was his, was for him, then it was something he needed to do; it was an omen.
His growth would begin with birds.
STATUS: Approved, Célestine de la Croix-Valmer, 5th February
koko riddle · 'pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.'
'it always starts and ends with birds.' · cyrus darsel
iNPC Corporeal Patronus Applications
ApprovedSchool: Mahoutokoro
School Year: Sixth Year
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Portkey
Patronus you are applying for: Zouwu
Describe why this fits your character:
ReducioWC: 2000Ginyami's happiest memory has been outdone several times due to the involvement of another individual in his life; Sara Kohana. At least one of those times was significant enough to cause his patronus to take the form of a creature he believed embodied the traits of Sara very well: the Zouwu.
Being pureblooded, Ginyami has seen Zouwu more frequently than most halfblood and muggle-born wizards and witches, since he is more closely affiliated with the magical world and the magical creatures that are a part of it. Zouwu are native to China, but Ginyami is quite familiar with them due to China's close proximity to Japan. Zouwu appear more often and are kept in captivity (such as in zoos) more commonly in Japan than other places like the United Kingdom or the Americas due to how close Japan is to the Zouwu's native land.
In fact, Ginyami was exposed to Zouwu from a very young age when he had been taken to a wizard zoo that contained magical animals. It amused him to learn that such a large, powerful, and intimidating creature did not kill its prey but only ate dead animals. The fact that it looked so terrifying but was so gentle and simple to appease later strongly reminded Ginyami of Sara.
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The first time Sara made a notable impact on Ginyami's life was when they were children attending the day school at Mahoutokoro at around the age of 10. Sara had wanted to make friends but had been too intimidating to most children due to his strangely good looks combined with a terrible presence. His expression always appeared to be angry by default which caused most of his peers to give him a wide berth.
Ginyami couldn't understand what they found so intimidating about him since he had been told Sara was muggleborn and thus inferior. He asked Sara about why and how he was feared because Ginyami would have liked to be feared, too. He soon learned that Sara didn't really want to be feared and instead preferred friends; a sentiment that Ginyami did not share and thus had a hard time understanding.
Eventually, Ginyami decided to bully Sara since he seemed to be the only one who had the guts to do so. He called him names and insulted him in front of the other children to show them how harmless Sara actually was. This caused the other children to rush to Sara's aid when they realized that Sara was not even willing to try to defend himself and simply took the verbal abuse. Ginyami became the enemy of most of their peers as said peers took Sara's side and decided to befriend him - all according to Ginyami's plan.
Not long after Ginyami relented his bullying of Sara, however, a shipment of hundreds of kittens was delivered to Sara's house. Sara's grandmother protested the shipment despite Sara's love of cats because they had no place to keep the felines and no means to feed them all, so the kittens were taken back. The day after, a ticket to an amusement park was sent to Sara who decided to accept it. It turned out Ginyami had sent both the kittens and the ticket. He had also rented out the whole amusement park for the entire day so it was just the two of them able to do whatever they wanted like go on whatever rides they liked without having to wait in line.
Sara did not seem to enjoy himself, simply going along with whatever Ginyami suggested they do. In fact, he didn't seem to respond much to Ginyami's gifts at all. Ginyami then excused himself. When he didn't reappear even after ten minutes and then twenty, Sara went to the restroom and heard Ginyami crying alone in a stall.
When asked why, Ginyami revealed that he had bullied Sara on purpose in the hopes that it would cause the other children to take his side against Ginyami and want to befriend Sara. However, once his plan had succeeded, he realized how much he had wanted to be friends with Sara instead. Having hurt Sara had hurt him so much that he immediately felt guilty and tried to make up for his misdeeds by first sending Sara the kittens and then trying to rent out the amusement park for them to enjoy together. When both of those had failed, he had begun to believe Sara would never come to forgive him. And the worst part was he couldn't even fault Sara for that because he knew he didn't deserve to be forgiven after what he had purposefully done to hurt him even if it had been with good intentions. However, somehow, Sara forgave him. The two became friends and Ginyami learned a lot from Sara since.
Sara taught Ginyami the power of being genial to others and what a big difference it made when trying to foster good relationships. He also inspired Ginyami to try expanding their family business to work with and sell to more than just other pureblood families, making a bet with his parents for control of the family business that doing so would increase their profits rather than decrease them overall. Ginyami won, earning control over his family business before they were ready to hand it over to him as the new family heir.
There were a good deal of happy memories with Sara since, like when Sara had agreed to go out with him as his boyfriend and when Ginyami had finally told Sara he loved him and Sara had reciprocated those feelings. The happiest memory Ginyami had, however, was after the 2024 Summer Quidditch game that Mahoutokoro won. Not because their school had won it, though. After Sara had beaten the opposing team's two beaters in defense of their own team's seeker, Ginyami had tackled him from his broom so hard that Sara got knocked out himself. At first, Ginyami had feared he'd killed Sara when the Japanese Quidditch beater had been rushed to St. Mungo's. It was during that time he realized he couldn't live without him, for when Sara finally woke, Ginyami was so happy Sara was alive that he cried.
He cried to Sara and couldn't stop, knowing then how much he needed him but feeling he didn't deserve him because he felt he was such a terrible person. Sara, who had been upset with himself for having hurt the opposing team's beater's so badly and going so far as to think himself a monster, paused. If someone needed him badly enough to live, then he thought maybe he might not have been a monster after all. When he explained that to Ginyami, Ginyami felt a little better about who he was as a person if he was able to make Sara feel better about himself. They had saved each other with how much they needed each other. Like yin and yang or darkness and light, they helped each other just by existing at the other's side.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Ginyami raised his wand as he opened his eyes, pulling himself out of the memory of that time in the hospital. Waving his wand in a spiral motion, he said, “Expecto Patronum,” concentrating once again on that memory and the intense, varying kinds of happiness he derived from it.
From his wand tip streamed a torrent of what looked like silvery smoke that soon accumulated into the shape of a creature; a large, serpentine figure about the size of an elephant but with the features of both a tiger and a dragon, sporting a disproportionately long tail. It was a Zouwu. Its conjurer smiled in understanding.
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Sara is like a Zouwu in many ways. His peer can appear to be very scary - like the Zouwu is depicted to be fearsome - and very beautiful to look at - just as many admire the Zouwu's cat and dragon features alongside its many colors and stripes. Despite appearances, however, Sara is also extremely kind, considerate, and gentle - just as the Zouwu is said to be a righteous and gentle creature that generally avoid harming other living things when they can.
Also, Sara is very large; tall and burly, especially for a Japanese teenager. He’s so strong, he once broke through Ginyami's binding spell with sheer brute force. The Zouwu, similarly, is also very large and strong, depicted as a gigantic, elephant-sized cat with dragon features. When Sara was a Quidditch beater, flying fast and defending others, Ginyami was immediately struck with the same impression that seeing a Zouwu move gave him - fighting not for himself and not to harm, but to protect another and to disable his enemies.
The Zouwu is also associated with fire in the Chinese zodiac and emits sparks when it tosses its head. Sara's first instance of magic also had to do with fire. This is ironic since Ginyami often comments how Sara is like a biblical angel which are said to be simultaneously terrible and beautiful as well as associated with light and fire. By contrast, Ginyami - who goes by 'Yami', which means 'darkness' in Japanese because he considers himself to be an immoral person - associates himself with smoke and the darkness smoke causes. His first instance of magic was to blow out black smoke in the faces of those who annoyed him. As the saying goes, where there's smoke, there's fire. And with the darkness of smoke and the light of fire representing Ginyami or "Yami" and Sara, they balance each other like yin and yang. As Zouwu are often thought of in myths as protectors and guardians of harmony, it's no wonder that Sara can see the good in Ginyami, who only sees darkness in himself.
Sara is soft-spoken and doesn't talk much, but when he does, his words are carefully chosen. Ginyami believes Sara is wise just like the Zouwu are considered wise because of examples like how Sara notices when he avoids answering questions and how Sara can see through the masks Ginyami wears to fool others. He is one of the very few who has been able to see Ginyami for who he really is.
Patroni represent guardians and protectors of the people who conjure them, born from their happiest memories. Thus, it is quite fitting that the Zouwu, even among muggles, was frequently thought of as a powerful guardian who protected homes and communities from evil spirits and misfortune. Likewise, Sara is a guardian and protector of Ginyami, but not in the conventional way. He protects Ginyami from himself by reminding him that there is goodness in the world and it's not all entirely bad and rotten to the core, so he has someone and something to fight for; to protect as well. Furthermore, if there is still goodness that can be found in the world and it hasn’t been entirely crushed or corrupted, then there, too, could potentially be goodness found in himself as well.
Without Sara as a representation of his hope for the world, humanity, and himself, Ginyami would have likely succumbed to his hate for all those things a long time ago and been completely lost to himself, doing whatever he could to get ahead with little regard for morals. The Zouwu and Sara both remind him that while appearances can be deceiving and deception tends to be thought of negatively, what appearances hide isn't always negative. Sometimes they can be better than what one ever suspected or imagined.
This not only provides protection to Ginyami, preventing him from succumbing to his own inner darkness and the lies he tells himself, but it makes him truly happy to know Sara and other people like him exist in the world still despite the harshness of reality. Also, it gives him hope that he may not be a truly bad person if someone as pure-hearted, good, and just as Sara can come to care for him just as much as he cares for Sara.
Sources:
1. https://harrypotter.fandom.com/wiki/Zouwu
2. https://chinese.mythologyworldwide.com/ ... mythology/
iNPC: Ginyami Midorimori | PC: Jack Burnett
iNPC Corporeal Patronus Applications
School Year: 7th Year
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here
Patronus you are applying for: Siberian Musk Deer (Moschus moschiferus)
Describe why this fits your character:
ReducioWho knew learning the Patronus spell was going to be so hard. Zoya had never been great at spell casting, so it was no surprise that the Patronus spell was just as hard, if not harder, than everything else. While the girl would get a little whisp on a good day, her main goal was to get to a Corporeal Patronus. Her parents had told her on multiple occasions that it was okay if she did not manage a Corporeal Patronus, not everyone was able to summon one and that was okay. The Russian girl was stubborn though and she promised herself that she was going to get a Corporeal Patronus if it was the last thing she did.
Her tutor had been her biggest supporter throughout the entire ordeal, helping her go through her memories to find which one was her happiest and helped her meet her goal. It was tough though, trying to find her happiest memory in a sea of both good and bad memories. They went through everything from childhood memories to recent memories, even trying some memories twice if she thought she remember something even slightly wrong. The human mind is strange though, and sometimes memories do not stick through the years.
"Try something else, can you think of anyone who makes you really happy and have any memories with them?" Zoya heard the tutor speaking as she sat with her eyes closed, attempting to think of any important memories that could work for the spell. There were a lot of people in her life that made her happy, more than ones that made her unhappy, but at this point everything was getting jumbled together.
With a huff, the Russian girl thought up a memory and attempt to cast the spell. "Expecto Patronum" She called out as clear as possible and as confident as she could be at this point as she opened her eyes. It was disappointing though, as the spell still just a whisp that fluttered around the room before flickering out. She needed something stronger. A knock on the door distracted the girl as she looked up and spotted her closest friend standing at the door. Anton Agapov stood in the doorway, leaning against it like he owned the place as he looked at the girl. That is when a memory was brought to the front of Zoya's mind, the day that Anton found out she was a Dhampir.
It had been a rough day for Zoya, and she had been terrified the boy was going to reject her, call her names, and leave her alone like she had been before, but that is not how things went at all. Anton had accepted the girl for who she was and became like a brother to her, keeping her close and promising to protect her from bullies if anyone were to try anything for her being a Dhampir. It was a precious moment to Zoya, having someone outside her family finally accept her.
With a deep breath, Zoya held up her wand and called out the incantation one last time, planning on stopping for the day if it failed again. "Expecto Patronum!" It started out as a whisp before quickly transforming into an animal Zoya knew well. A Siberian Musk Deer, the fangs of a buck clear as it pranced around the room, weaving between the people before disappearing. She had seen the animals often when visiting her grandparents in the East of Russia. With a laugh, Zoya fell back into the arms that wrapped around her, Anton pulling her into a tight hug as she had finally managed to cast the spell she had been fighting to cast for months.618/500
Approved, Célestine, 4 October
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