Roxanne Durand-Ravenclaw-First Year
Full Name: Roxanne Natalia Durand
House: Ravenclaw
Age: 11
Wand: 29,3 cm alder wood and jackalope antler
School Year: 2019
Patronus: (Not applicable until 6th years)
Species: Human
History/Background Story: She was born to a muggle home after 15 years of her older brother terrorizing the family by being walking anarchy. breaking everything, causing chaos, getting in trouble with the law and even running away. When Roxanne was born her parents opted to not make the same mistakes again and kept her in home, free from the corrupting influence of the outside world. Her space was kept perfect clean and orderly and she was expected to always follow those expectations, with anything less than perfect being punished and scolded.
growing up in such conditions made her terrified of germs and anything unclean and pushed her to always be perfect and she punished herself harder than her parents did when she couldn't perform as such. When she was ten years old after a long stressful week she was being berated by her mother for failing to grasp something and it became to much and she held her head and screamed, and things around the room flew about wildly causing her mother to run from the room and Roxanne to curl up thinking she was a freak.
A man from a place called hogwarts arrived the next day and spent many hours talking to her parents before coming up to talk to her. She was a witch he explained, a very special person that was going to go learn at a very special school when she turned 11. He gave her a letter explaining everything and a small pouch of coins he said would be needed to pay for her supplies...that 'Muggle' money wouldnt work. and with that he was gone.
When the time came for her to leave someone wearing with the same symbol as on her letter came to pick her up. her father wouldn't leave his study and her mother was too scared to give her a hug goodbye. Roxanne dejectedly got into the car with the stranger and left.
The entire process of Diagon alley was frightening and stranger. thankfully her guide handled everything else for her but she needed to get her wand, she was told. It was a very strange experience, looking around the dimly lit duty place almost gave her an anxiety attack, but she did her best to hold it together. She was handed a number of wands, each doing nothing as she held them. were they supposed to? The man giving her the wands seemed to think so. Finally she was given a wand made of Alderwood, with a jackalope horn corn. When she held she felt...something. a warmth in her chest that wanted to burst outwards and the wand pulsated in her hand. a light grew from the tip of the wand and she felt something real, something magical between them. then silence and the wand was dark. The wand seller was pleased and she left with solid proof she was indeed a witch.
After a train ride where she hid from everyone she arrived at the castle, a magnificent place she was in awe to see. The fact she was at a school and not some lab like she expected felt nothing short of a miracle. and they kept coming as she stepped inside and saw flying candles and a giant endless feast. she watched one by one as people wore some grungy hat and were sorted into different houses and then finally it was her turn. And the strange talking hat called her a "Ravenclaw". she wasnt entirely sure what that meant, but she now belonged somewhere.
After everything was sorted she came to her room, found herself a bed and buried her head under blankets and pillows and finally let the stresses of the last few days hit her and she cried, trying to stay as silent as possible. she was far from home, in a place she didnt know, around people she didnt know, and was about to learn how to be a witch...what did that mean? what did she have in store? only time would tell.
When you look back and say "if" you know you are in trouble.
There is no such thing as "if".
All that matters is what really happened
House: Ravenclaw
Age: 11
Wand: 29,3 cm alder wood and jackalope antler
School Year: 2019
Patronus: (Not applicable until 6th years)
Species: Human
History/Background Story: She was born to a muggle home after 15 years of her older brother terrorizing the family by being walking anarchy. breaking everything, causing chaos, getting in trouble with the law and even running away. When Roxanne was born her parents opted to not make the same mistakes again and kept her in home, free from the corrupting influence of the outside world. Her space was kept perfect clean and orderly and she was expected to always follow those expectations, with anything less than perfect being punished and scolded.
growing up in such conditions made her terrified of germs and anything unclean and pushed her to always be perfect and she punished herself harder than her parents did when she couldn't perform as such. When she was ten years old after a long stressful week she was being berated by her mother for failing to grasp something and it became to much and she held her head and screamed, and things around the room flew about wildly causing her mother to run from the room and Roxanne to curl up thinking she was a freak.
A man from a place called hogwarts arrived the next day and spent many hours talking to her parents before coming up to talk to her. She was a witch he explained, a very special person that was going to go learn at a very special school when she turned 11. He gave her a letter explaining everything and a small pouch of coins he said would be needed to pay for her supplies...that 'Muggle' money wouldnt work. and with that he was gone.
When the time came for her to leave someone wearing with the same symbol as on her letter came to pick her up. her father wouldn't leave his study and her mother was too scared to give her a hug goodbye. Roxanne dejectedly got into the car with the stranger and left.
The entire process of Diagon alley was frightening and stranger. thankfully her guide handled everything else for her but she needed to get her wand, she was told. It was a very strange experience, looking around the dimly lit duty place almost gave her an anxiety attack, but she did her best to hold it together. She was handed a number of wands, each doing nothing as she held them. were they supposed to? The man giving her the wands seemed to think so. Finally she was given a wand made of Alderwood, with a jackalope horn corn. When she held she felt...something. a warmth in her chest that wanted to burst outwards and the wand pulsated in her hand. a light grew from the tip of the wand and she felt something real, something magical between them. then silence and the wand was dark. The wand seller was pleased and she left with solid proof she was indeed a witch.
After a train ride where she hid from everyone she arrived at the castle, a magnificent place she was in awe to see. The fact she was at a school and not some lab like she expected felt nothing short of a miracle. and they kept coming as she stepped inside and saw flying candles and a giant endless feast. she watched one by one as people wore some grungy hat and were sorted into different houses and then finally it was her turn. And the strange talking hat called her a "Ravenclaw". she wasnt entirely sure what that meant, but she now belonged somewhere.
After everything was sorted she came to her room, found herself a bed and buried her head under blankets and pillows and finally let the stresses of the last few days hit her and she cried, trying to stay as silent as possible. she was far from home, in a place she didnt know, around people she didnt know, and was about to learn how to be a witch...what did that mean? what did she have in store? only time would tell.
Last edited by Roxanne Durand on 20 May 2019, 19:30, edited 1 time in total.
When you look back and say "if" you know you are in trouble.
There is no such thing as "if".
All that matters is what really happened
Roxanne Durand-Ravenclaw-First Year
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When you look back and say "if" you know you are in trouble.
There is no such thing as "if".
All that matters is what really happened
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When you look back and say "if" you know you are in trouble.
There is no such thing as "if".
All that matters is what really happened