AURORA COLEMAN!
HOGWARTS | 1ST YEAR | GRYFFINDOR | OUTFIT | HEX | 01.09.2025 | WC 370

Nicandro speech hex code: #003d03
Word count: 705

Coming here as early as possible had all been part of the plan. Perhaps not the one that Gwynn and Owen Henderson would’ve approved of, but a child could never fully satisfy their parents anyway. In Nicandro’s head it all made perfect sense. Enter the train quickly and claim an empty compartment all for himself. That way his patience with the other students wouldn’t wear thin before he even arrived at Hogwarts. Hogwarts, pfft.

Honestly, he had no idea what to expect. His father had sworn that it would be the ideal place to make 'lots of new acquaintances that will later help you be successful in life'. Nicandro wasn’t feeling that optimistic. He snorted at the idea. If he was lucky, he might just find one or two people worth his attention for over a minute.

After he had squeezed past the crowd of families that had taken up far more space than they deserved, he had finally managed to board the train alongside with Anwen, his older sister, who had disappeared into a compartment with her friends. Great.

Alone, he had made his way through the tight corridors that had caused him to feel claustrophobic. Couldn’t they have been a bit wider? There surely would’ve been enough money for it. Maybe the interior’s design had the intention to come off as cozy, but instead he was haunted by the impression of being a caged bird.

With a tight breath he had tried to calm himself. His jaw muscles were aching and sore from the tightness with which he had been grinding his teeth together. It wasn’t going to be that serious anyway. He’d learn a lot. He’d do great. He’d be fine. He quickly went past the compartments located at the fromt, assuming that it would be in vain to glance through the glass to check for an empty one or a space that was at least sparsely occupied. He had pulled his trunk after him with his hand curled tightly around it to the far end of the train. The social students would likely enter the ones at the front, so he prayed that no one would make the effort to walk this far. Even if, an introvert would be a lot less grating on his nerves than the children screeching and laughing loudly and excitedly in the other compartments. It was a miracle how much discipline people could lack. If these were his peers at Hogwarts, the upcoming years would surely be so much fun. They really invited anyone to this school.

Once Nicandro had dropped down in one of the empty compartments at the far end, he let out a sigh. Now, he was finally feeling the day catching up with him and rubbed a hand over his heavy, dry eyes. He leaned back in the cushions, skimming a finger over the worn material with scepticism and eventually rested his head against the headboard and let his eyelids slip shut. Hopefully, he’d be able to make up for the lost sleep or come up with a plan for Hogwarts.

Almost instantly, his fragile peace was shattered, just as he was drifting off. The door to his compartment flung open and he flinched hard at the sudden intrusion, head whipping around. Wide-eyed, he took in the gremlin who actually had the audacity to grin at him like the devil in person. It was a girl smaller than him, with disheveled strawberry blonde hair that looked like an absolute disaster. Who had cut that? He had to suppress an unamused laugh. The bob with the bangs couldn’t even be considered a style, it was closer to a miserable condition. And her clothes? Merlin, no. Please, anything but something like her kind. "Hello, there! It looks mighty space-y in here. May i join you?"

Absolutely not. There was no way in hell that he was going to deal with her. He cleared his throat, looked her dead in the eyes and said: “Sorry, did you get lost? This is the wrong compartment, dear. I’m trying to spend the last few hours in peace, not with strange little creatures like you. I’m sure you’ll find some other place to sit.” He waved his hand dismissively, clearly signalling her to move on and out of his sight.

AURORA COLEMAN!
HOGWARTS | 1ST YEAR | GRYFFINDOR | OUTFIT | HEX | 01.09.2025 | WC 465

Nicandro speech hex code: #003d03
Word count: 619

Pleased with himself and certain he had managed to get rid of the girl when her smile dropped, Nicandro exhaled the breath he’d been holding ever since she had decided to barge into his compartment. At any second, she’d leave, discouraged by his words.

One, two, three seconds. …Well?

Loud boys ran through the hallway, mercilessly trampling and pushing away everything in their path, forcing the girl deeper inside the compartment. He couldn’t blame her, this seemed much like a refuge, but that didn’t mean that it changed the fact that she had clearly ignored his wish for an undisturbed train ride. When the door clicked shut behind her, he considered opening it again to shove her back outside.

“I’m not particularly fond of sharing either, girl”, Nicandro replied cooly, his eyes dark with irritation as he glared up at her. It hadn’t been a suggestion for her to leave. How dare she simply ignore his protest? She had some nerves. When she shot his 'dear' back at him, he almost choked. “My, I can’t stand you already. What cursed luck I have”, he grumbled, just loud enough for her to hear what he said.

He was going to have to tolerate her if he didn’t want to start a fight. And honestly, if this got physical, he knew who would lose. And it would not be her. The best strategy was likely to ignore her and pretend she didn’t exist. That way she wouldn’t bother him too much.

His plan was ruined immediately by her trying to hoist her trunk up into the luggage rack with far more noise and effort than he was able to tolerate today. He ground his teeth together as his patience wore thinner by the second. Pinching his nose, he deliberately turned away. But as she kept trying, he couldn’t help but glance her way to observe her struggle a bit. It was a sardonic kind of enjoyment. She was clearly not anywhere near tall enough for it. Just then, she lost the grip on the trunk and it bumped straight onto her head. This was absurd.

A laugh bubbled up in Nicandro’s chest and he had to bite down on his lip hard to keep it contained. His mouth twitched and he quickly covered it with a loose hand, turning his face away sharply to look out of the window and at the oh so interesting landscape. With a faked cough, he tried to regain his composure, but the image was now stuck in his head. He bit down harder and dug his nails into his lower arm. That was the girl’s karma for joining him.

“Merlin, you’re incompetent. You’re not going to grow just because you try really, really hard.” He cleared his throat and tried to look more annoyed than amused, getting up from his seat with a roll of his eyes.

“Move,” he ordered, his hands reaching for the trunk, “before you continue to go on my nerves by grunting and jumping till the end of the ride.” Once Nicandro had managed to pull it from her arms, his own posture sagged heavily under the weight before he could even lift it properly. He let out a curse, setting the trunk back down on the floor, arms and pride aching already. This must look ridiculous. Folding under a trunk. “What do you have in there? Bricks? A library?” This was not going to work. How had she even managed to hold it up for so long? She must be stronger than she looked and than he had given her credit for. “Don’t just stand there! Stop gawking and lift it so I can get it up in the rack.”

AURORA COLEMAN!
HOGWARTS | 1ST YEAR | GRYFFINDOR | OUTFIT | HEX | 01.09.2025 | WC 542

Nicandro speech hex code: #003d03

Word count: 724

This was anything but funny. Nicandro bit the inside of his cheek hard when the girl actually had the audacity to laugh at him being unable to manage the weight of the trunk properly. There was no way a mere stranger could make him feel so self-conscious within seconds. His stomach twisted hard, his jaw clenched, his eyes squeezed shut and he had to restrain himself from yelling. “If you want me to help you, you better stop laughing immediately,” he tried to growl at her, but it came out more like a breathless pant. Despite his threat, he was determined to finish this mission to soothe his pride. How idiotic it would look if he stopped now!

When they had finally managed to store the girl’s trunk away safely, Nicandro let out a heavy sigh of relief, rolling the tension from his shoulders. A bit surprised by her enthusiasm, he simply stared at her and scratched the back of his head, unsure of what to say or do. That wasn’t the usual effect he had on people, nor the one he had intended for her! Well, if he was honest with himself, and it made him quite pissed to admit this, it was a nice change of reaction. He couldn’t really remember when he had last made another person beam this bright, except maybe for his sister Anwen, but that didn’t really count. Usually, frowns, tears, polite yet tense smiles and shouting accompanied his interactions like a best friend that stubbornly refused to leave his side.

And she had even thanked him! Without sarcasm on top of that. Did she really think he helped her out of altruism? Kindness? As if. If only she knew…

“Stranger?”, he huffed before introducing himself: “I’m Nicandro. Henderson,” with an emphasis on his surname, as if that would settle everything. He let the silence sit expectingly, waiting for her to recognise him. Surely she’s heard of his family before. Then, he followed her with his eyes as she cheerfully jumped towards the window and saw how she put her shoes back on which she had taken off before climbing the seat earlier to avoid dirtying it. She unexpectedly had basic manners.

For her, this was likely the best day of her life. Face pressed to the glass of the window and dropping down in a seat with such an easy amount of joy. Naive, likely. The world was much more complicated than a successful trunk-mission and a trip to Hogwarts. Would she still be this happy in school? When would reality catch up to her? What were her parents like, to have her grow up so bubbly and sunny? Not that it mattered anyway. It was merely a miracle how a single person could have that much optimism and energy while he was trying hard not to fall asleep right here and now. Slowly, Nicandro moved to sit back down, now choosing the seat that was as far away from the girl as possible, directly by the door.

“No way, you find this amazing? A bit of landscape flying past your face? That’s so impressive. Surely you’ve seen grass and fields before.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, trying to catch her reaction. She was a very curious being that made no sense to him. “Maybe the trunk hit your head so hard that it damaged it. Your state must be much worse than I had assumed. Loss of memory and intelligence or something.”

The sarcasm in his voice was harsh, but as far as he could tell, the girl wasn’t particularly affected by it anyway. He could bite how much he wanted and still hasn’t gotten a reaction that lasted for more than a couple of seconds before she already moved on.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. Heard that that happens much more often than people assume,” he added, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back while scanning her head to toe, frowning again at her horribly cut hair and messed up clothes that hardly fit. “You should get checked by a healer, just to be sure. We wouldn’t want for this to have dire consequences and lasting effects, no?” She would probably even think he’s actually worried. Merlin. He could only pray that this train ride would be over soon.

AURORA COLEMAN!
HOGWARTS | 1ST YEAR | GRYFFINDOR | OUTFIT | HEX | 01.09.2025 | WC 698

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Reducio OOC NOTES this is how she dressed

Reducio STATS/OTHER ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ stamina: 5 ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ evasion: 7 ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ strength: 6 ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ wisdom: 6 ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ arcane power: 6 ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ accuracy: 5 Coded by Cirrus Nam

Nicandro speech hex code: #003d03
Word count: 683

Aurora Coleman. He scanned his brain hard for the name, scratching at each part of his knowledge stored about famous wizards, but he failed to find anything vaguely sounding like Coleman. Great. Likely some muggle-born or low-family half-blood he was dealing with. That would also offer an explanation for her lack of a reaction to his name. Wonderful. This kept getting better.

When she gestured towards the window, telling him about how her grandparents own a farm, he clicked his tongue. Well, that made lots of sense, from her appearance all the way to her strange behaviour. Maybe the clocks ticked differently surrounded by dirt, cows and stinky animal poop.

"Well, if you're that worried about me, I'll visit a healer first thing tomorrow." Her smile told him that she actually did understand he had been joking. "Don't waste your tears on me, Nic. I'll be alright.” Nicandro’s eyebrows rose at once, his forehead creasing with confused exasperation. “What did you just call me? Nic? Sorry, did you not hear my name correctly? It’s Nicandro, Ni-can-dro. Or do you wish me to call you…” He attempted to come up with the most awful name possible to derived from Aurora Coleman, “Rara? Coco? Almost sounds perfect for a pet named by a six year old child.” Was it typical for farm-people to use nicknames within two seconds of meeting someone? In his family, it certainly wasn’t. It was a form of disrespect. Not even his mother or father called him Nic. The closest thing had been little brother or Andro, but that had come from his sister. Which was an entirely different story!

The girl jumped quickly from one topic to the next. Could she not see he clearly didn’t care to keep the conversation going? Most people would’ve gotten the hints long ago. Her commitment was almost admirable, if it wasn’t so idiotic. He twisted his rings on his fingers before letting his eyes slip shut.

"Have you ridden a train before? You must have, right? That's why you're so unimpressed with the view." What a strange question! Of course he had been on a train before. “Who hasn’t? Did you live under a rock? But yes,” he answered simply, “I have been on a train before. And I assure you, it was always quite disappointing. At least I got to sit alone then.”

“Are you looking forward for Hogwarts? I heard there's like this thing where they place you in different dorms?”

“Are you always this talkative?” The sentence slipped from his mouth as a whisper before he could think about it.

Could she truly be so socially inept that she missed all his cues, or was she too extroverted and one of those annoying people that had to fill every silence with unnecessary small talk? He had never been able to stand them. What did she even get out of it? It wasn’t like they were ever going to interact again, Nicandro was sure of that. He’d steer clear of this weird little ray of sunshine the second they arrived at Hogwarts. Supposedly, the school was big enough to avoid each other well enough. Unless misfortune continued to cling to him and put them in class together; or worse. He could already see her skipping towards him with that ugly bright smile. Nope. He was allergic to sunshines. People, mostly. But especially sunshines.

“As you can see, I can barely contain my excitement,” he answered drily. “All those lovely children invading my personal space.” He looked her directly in the eyes. “Like you, for example. And the loud stinky boys you mentioned that left you in here with me will also be there. Isn’t that absolute horror?” He didn’t even want to imagine what this was going to be like.

“Different dorms? Do you happen to mean the houses, or are you referring to where you are going to sleep, stuck with who knows what kind of students? I do hope there won’t be any rats or bugs sharing your bed trying to eat your flesh off of your bones at night. Which house do you want to end up in anyway? Or do you have no ambitions and are a lost cause?”

Why was he even letting her trick him into conversation? His parents had always preached about the significance of names and blood, and if she truly was of muggle-heritage… That wasn’t at all the company he was to keep.

AURORA COLEMAN!
HOGWARTS | 1ST YEAR | GRYFFINDOR | OUTFIT | HEX | 01.09.2025 | WC 854

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Reducio OOC NOTES i bought two for this rp and i got this Andro guy and he looks like this lol to open yours go to the chocolate frog toggle then the open button

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OOC note: thank you so much for the chocolate frog and telling me how to open it! but bro i’m cracking up so hard wtf is that LMAO

Nicandro speech hex code: #003d03
Word count: 1,201

"Well, it's nice to meet different individuals and make new friends. Even if the person has an awful personality."

For a second, Nicandro didn’t even realise she meant him. When it clicked, he snorted, rolling his eyes at her. “Awful personality? That’s very harsh, Aurora. You might not be any better then. But I suppose I should still feel deeply honoured and grateful that you still deem me worthy enough to talk to this much.”

As Aurora didn’t notice he was joking about the flesh-eating bugs, his eyes widened with disbelief. There was no way anyone was this stupid and gullible, right? He watched her go pale and shrink slightly. "Is that... a magical world thing? Do magical bugs eat human flesh..?"

This was almost comical. Feeling the need to make this situation even more funny, he leaned in and gestured for her to do the same. “Did no one tell you the whole truth about Hogwarts? Well, you’re lucky to have met me, then.” He lowered his voice to a whisper, staring directly at her. It wasn’t his fault she believed him. And it totally gave him the right to use that for his amusement just a little more.

“It’s a very scary thing to think about. The school is a home to many dangerous creatures and beasts. Be careful to always check under your bed before you go to sleep. Otherwise… Let’s just say, they have sharp teeth. There are massive spiders for example. Down in the forbidden forest. That’s why it’s forbidden to go there. But sometimes, on particularly boring days, they crave the flesh of young little children and,” he added a dramatic pause, “crawl all the way to the castle, searching for an unsuspecting victim. Bam.” His hands clapped together. “But that only happens every year or so. So you probably won’t have to worry.”

When Aurora answered the question about the houses with 'Hufflepuff', Nicandro couldn’t help but smile toxoidly. “Oh, really?” He raised his eyebrows in feigned disbelief. “I would’ve never guessed. That doesn’t fit you at all.”

"What about you?”

He didn’t have to think about his reply for one second. Leaning back into his seat, he crossed his arms. “Slytherin of course. My entire family went there. And I can’t wait to torment little children and put fear to my name.”

The second the knock came at their compartment door, Nicandro sat up straight immediately, looking a bit like a deer in the headlights. He was ready to yell at whoever wanted to enter that their compartment was full, and he was very sure that Aurora would happily invite them in, so he put on his best evil face. When he spotted that it was just the trolley lady, he relaxed. “Anything off the trolley, dears?” While he was still processing the offered sweets, Aurora was already cheerfully on her feet, almost attacking the poor woman with her enthusiasm.

“Not for me.” The stuff was overpriced and he wouldn’t fill his stomach with it before the great feast in awaiting them at Hogwarts. He watched Aurora fuss over the chocolate frogs with curiosity and noted how she used polite phrasing like 'please' and 'thank you'. The more time he was forced to spend near her, the less repulsive she seemed, even if her talking so much was still anything but pleasant. His gaze drifted off to the window.

Maybe this didn’t have to suck that much. Maybe he was making life unnecessarily difficult. He could try being a bit more patient and considerate. Not everyone had an older sibling who had already informed them about everything awaiting them at Hogwarts. And if he was really honest, he had to admit that all of this was actually kind of nerve-wracking.

“Here, have one."

Snapping out of his thoughts, he turned his head back to Aurora to find her standing over him with an extended hand. First, he looked up at her with bewilderment. Then, he properly looked at the chocolate frog she was trying to offer him. Why? What was her reason? Him being so rude to her? Surely not. What did she hope to gain from this? No one was generous enough to give away things without expecting something in return, and Nicandro wasn’t foolish enough to accept a deal with the devil.

“My friends back in the neighborhood collect cards too. They're called Pokemon cards, though."

Very hesitantly, he wrapped his fingers around the box and picked it up, trying to avoid skin-to-skin contact. She had paid from her own money. Not accepting a gift was considered rude, but he didn’t really have anything to trade and he really didn’t want to be in her debt. So he offered a reason for her gifting it to him before she could come up with the idea that he could owe her. “For helping with the trunk? Alright, then.”

Listening to her words, he frowned slightly. “Your neighbour collects what? Pokeyman? What in Merlin‘s name even is that?”

He watched as her attempt to be cautious with the box failed since her frog took a leap of faith straight out of the window before she could even react. Clearly inexperienced. Pathetic. It was a mystery to him how she could possibly laugh about that incident. That had been a very expensive investment for nothing. When she showed him her card, he leaned in hard to get a proper look at it and squinted. Then, he took it from her grasp and held it up to his face closely, moving it back and forth until it jumped into focus. “I got this guy who looks like a video game character."

Merlin. This girl spoke in nothing but riddles. “Video game character? Do I even want to ask?” It became more and more evident that they weren’t from the same world. Under his breath, he added something about muggle weirdness. Nicandro bit his lip to keep from saying anything more venomous. Lecturing about the pureness of blood would only make this even more uncomfortable. Neither of them could simply leave the compartment. Even if, he wasn’t sure he’d find one without mixed bloods. With that in mind, he mustered all his courage, closed his eyes and desperately pretended not to know that she was clearly related to at least one muggle.

A bit reluctantly, he opened his own box. The frog leaped out, hoping to also get away. It barely even started it’s jump when Nicandro already captured it in his palms. For a moment, he contemplated about the frog Aurora had lost. “I dislike eating in front of people when they don’t eat anything themselves. It makes me feel like a complete glutton.“

After giving the chocolate to her, he glanced into the box to find out which card he had gotten. It was a horrendous sight. An ugly man, whose skin was a sickly, nasty green-gray-ish color, with a massive slouch, messy hair and a simple brown cloak that was far too big for him stared back at the boy who grimaced. Was this some sort of joke?

Chauncey Oldridge, first known victim of Dragon Pox.

“I actually don’t have that card yet,” Nicandro mumbled, examining it more closely. “Disgusting.” All of the sudden, he cleared his throat, a vicious idea forming in his mind. He peeled the card from the box and held it up next to Aurora’s head. “This is genuinely scary.” Slowly, he turned it around so that Aurora could also see. “It literally looks exactly like you. The resemblance is shocking.”