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[Amy]

Name: Kristen Young

Age: 11

Year: 1

Gender: female

Appearance:
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Eyes: Green
Hair: Blondeish
Height: 4' 8"
Weight: 80 lbs
Distinctive Markings: none

Personality: Kristen is very smart and she loves reading. She likes to be around people all the time. She is very bubbly and likes to make people laugh and make jokes. When she sees someone that is sad she goes and cheers them up. Kristen loves to play sports especially likes to play soccer.

History: Kristen is the second child out of six. She has two other sisters and three brothers. She is a muggle-born. Her older sister Tessa is also a witch. Her other siblings show no signs of having magical powers. She has been learning how to play quidditch from her sister ever since Tessa became a chaser on the quidditch team at Hogwarts.

Sexuality: straight

Relationship Status: Single

Other:

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Name: Tessa Young

Age: 15

Year: 5th year

Gender: female

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Eyes: Blue
Hair: blonde
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140 lbs
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Personality: Unlike her sister Kristen, Tessa is very quiet. She doesn't care to be around people, but if she must, she will. Even for a Ravenclaw, she is exceptionally bright. She is not one to have many friends, but she loves her real friends and her family more than life itself. She is also extremely shy.

History: Tessa is the oldest child in her family. Kristen is the next oldest, followed by three brothers, and her last sister is the youngest. Tessa is a muggle-born. Her four other siblings show no signs of any magical abilities. Upon learning about the wizarding world, and discovering that Kristen also had magical abilities, she has been teaching everything she can about magic to Kristen to help insure that she is not completely clueless as she once was. She hopes that Kristen will be able to be part of the quidditch team with her.

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: single

Other: Sister of Kristen (yes, already okay'ed this with Amy)
Wand is 9 inches Willow wood with a unicorn hair core. Flexibility is surprisingly swishy.

[Morgan]

  "I'm a little crazy…

But I hear that's what you like.  

{Dai Sakda Hyun-Shik}
Dai~ Japanese~ Beloved and adored
Sakada~Chinese~ Power
Hyun-Shik~ Rooted in cleverness

{Aɢᴇ} 17
Date of Birth~ May 11th
Place of Birth~ Austin, Texas
Zodiac Symbol~ Taurus
Year~ 6th Year

{Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ} Male
Sexual Orientation~ Pansexual (leans more towards guys)
Availability~ Single
Crush~ None

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Dai stands at a height of 5’8’’ and weighs a total of 148 ibs. He has a lean, but muscular body type, that allows him to hold his own. His natural hair is black, but he prefers to die it either a pastel blue or purple. His nationality is Korean and Italian. Dai gets the Korean side from his mom, and often tries to honor her heritage when at home and in the daily life. Clothing style is one of his own, he’s not afraid to stand out, and loves to dress up, but usually wears casual clothes when in public. As for distinguishing marks he doesn’t have any tattoos, although his ear is pierced.

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______________________________________

 “Tell me, is it working? 

_______

 Are these glasses making me look smarter?"

Dai is a very up and at ‘em kind of guy, and he never sits back and takes the time to watch things get done. In other words he’s impatient and likes to finish things quickly, but that’s never necessarily a bad thing… Unless of course it come to relationships. In that case he’s awful at them and can’t keep a friend to save his life, never mind his romantic history. Of course he likes to take his liberties and flirt with just about anything that walks on two legs, but when it comes down to it he’s a commitmentphobe and he can’t seem to go longer than three or four months in a relationship.

Dai is a complete sponge when it comes to learning silly little facts and training techniques, but when it comes to learning in the classroom he often can’t handle it due to his ADHD, and he’s easily distracted by lots of things. When it comes to sports he’s completely bipolar. He’ll either be one to sit the entire game/activity out, or he’ll be the one that never gets off the field, and he’ll be a complete ball hog. Along with that he’s a total sore-loser, and hates losing more than most, and will sometimes be known to sulk for longer periods than necessary.
Likes:
►Relaxing
►Flirting
►Fighting
Dislikes:
►Awkward Silence
►Know it alls
►Unfair Judgement
►Water
Strengths:
►Creative
►Confidence
Weaknesses:
►Impatient
►Oblivious
►Commitmentphobe
Fears:
►Letting someone own his heart completely, and then having it broken
►Being seen as weak in front of others
Hobbies/Interests:
►Spellcasting
►Sleeping
►Dancing
►Wood Carving

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
[A Rocky Start]

It’s safe to say that Dai’s parents, didn’t so much as like each other. This may have been due to their arranged marriage as well. They were born from two very powerful Wizarding families, so it was only meant for them to be together. They practically avoided each other all through school, never even daring to make eye contact in the hallways. But then, a year before they were finally to be married they began to slowly tolerate each other, and from that a relationship was built, and they became friends. And soon developed into best friends. They didn’t understand at all how’d they’d been so petty in previous years. Once the marriage finally came they accepted it, after all, who wouldn’t want to fall in love and marry their best friend?

[Beginning Anew]

Soon after their wedding they discovered that they were carrying a child, and they couldn’t be more delighted. A son. A baby boy? How could life get any better? But apparently asking such questions makes fate a really bitch. After Dai was born they learned only a few months later that his mother, Song, would no longer be able to have any children due to medical reasons. Of course they were heartbroken, but at least they had someone to thank for their baby boy. In his early years they cuddled and coddled him, never really giving him any sort of chance to grow up, which is why he’s occasionally still soft to the world today.

[Coming into Powers]

Dai came into his powers at an early age, and soon mastered them with the help of both his parents. He felt completely on top of the world with everything in his life until his mother fell sick. Where the sickness came from, or what the diagnosis was, never seemed to be clear. At her death Dai became slightly more reserved, and closed himself off from his loving family and friends. A year after mourning he began to open up again, but he wouldn’t really let himself commit to relationships of any sort. And he’s much the same today. Always has a smile on his face, but underneath not all the same. Also, in memory of his mother he has kept her last name rather than his fathers.

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[kenna]

Name: Evelyn Annette Marthe McLain
Although, hardly anyone calls her Evelyn. Everyone knows her by Eve except for her grandmother.
Age: 15
Year: 6th Year
Due to having already studied and perfected her knowledge of the second year curriculum in her first year at Hogwarts, she got to skip that year.
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long blonde hair that falls in windswept waves down to the small of her back and freckles covering her cheeks and nose, most people will look at her and think she is a fun-loving and nice person. Her blonde hair is often piled on top of her head in a messy bun or in a braid that falls down her back. Her eyes are clear blue, almost silvery, they look slightly cold and menacing, but she tries to keep them warm looking because they will often steer people away. Her petite nose and high-boned cheeks are covered with freckles, as is her forehead. Her mouth is small and when it is spread into a big smile, it warms up the entire room, nothing will stop her from grinning.
Eve isn't very big at her age, she's just slightly smaller than average. Her height is 5 feet and 2 inches while she weighs only 98 pounds, she was diagnosed anorexic when she was twelve, but she simply forgot to eat while she was consumed in a project. She is very thin and nimble, she could easily steal things if she wanted to. Eve has a long scar that goes from her shoulder blade down to her waist.
She has long fingers that work well with her love of playing the violin and piano, on many numerous occasions, most of her fingers will have bandages on them. This is because she will spend her time playing violin until her fingers bleed.

Personality: When you meet Eve, most people don't know what to think, she is quiet and may seem a little bit shy. This is because Eve likes to get a good idea of what a person is like before really talking too much, she has to figure out what things to say to get someone into a conversation. But, since she spends so much of her time observing, it's hard for her to make friends.
Eve can be a little hot headed and bossy at times, she likes the feeling of having full control over what is going on in her life, she feels safer this way.
Eve adores learning above nearly all things. She goes to every class eager to learn more about each subject, reading as much as possible on her favorite subjects (Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic, and Defense Against the Dark Arts). This often surprises people because she rarely ever raises her hand in class, so people don't really have a chance to see how smart she actually is.
It's rare to see Eve without her nose in a book, she adores reading above everything else, even learning itself! She finds that exercising her brain is not only good for her, but it is also great fun. You will never see her anywhere without at least one book in her hand or in her messenger bag that she carries around with her everywhere she goes. Not only does Eve enjoy reading, she also loves to sketch or draw and write short stories and basically do anything to express her creativity and massive imagination.
At first, it may seem like Eve doesn't want to be your friend, but she really would love to! She loves making new friends and meeting new people, she just likes to observe at first. Even though she loves making new friends and meeting new people, Eve is absolutely terrified of crowds of any kind. But, no one will ever regret become Eve's friend. She is loyal and trustworthy, always offering her shoulder to cry on.
History: Eve was born in a small town in England called Beverley, East Yorkshire. Here she was born at home to her mother, Nora, and her father, Dax. She was raised as an only child for her whole life, home schooled and basically in a tiny town in the middle of no where. She had a difficult time making friends, there was hardly anyone her age anywhere. Since she didn't have many friends, she found other ways to entertain herself very quickly. Nora taught her how to read, and she learned quickly. Eve spent most of her time reading every book she could get her hands on. After a while, she wanted to make some of her own stories. She began writing her stories down and playing make-believe with her grandmother out in the forest at Beverley. Soon, she wanted to draw all of these different worlds she created, so she began drawing. Eve learned everything very quickly and never wanted to stop learning about science, math, history, and more. When she got her Hogwarts letter, she was more than excited and begged her parents to at least try to do what this strange letter told them to.
Sexuality: Heterosexual [Straight]
Relationship Status: Not currently in a relationship, but open!
Other:
- Eve hardly ever gets more than five hours of sleep, she spends most of her time reading.
- No one will hardly find her anywhere that isn't the library.
- She carries a book, a notepad, and a sketchpad with her inside of her messenger bag everywhere she goes.
- Eve prefers to have everything at her side (in her messenger bag, of course) while she is going places.
- Eve has a siamese cat called Finn (short for Finnegan)

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She's adorable, approved c:

[kenna]

Thank you! :-)

[Hadley]

Name: Bria Célestine Larkin
Nickname: Known by everyone as Bri
Age: 16
Year: 6
Bri was offered the chance to skip a year of schooling, due to her intelligence, but she declined due to a friendship that she currently had.
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Face Claim: Random URL
Eyes: A mixture. Startlingly ice-blue, fading into pale green at the centers. Large--often described as doe-eyed-- with naturally long, dark lashes framing them.
Hair: Dark brown, often mistaken for black. With streaks of lighter, auburn color throughout. Medium length, reaching nearly 3 inches below her shoulders. Decently thick, very shiny. Wavy/curly.
Height: Bri is 5 feet 6 and a half inches tall
Weight: 99 lbs. Bri was diagnosed with severe anorexia when she was thirteen years old, and has since been trying to recover, but to no avail.
Distinctive Markings: Bri has poliosis, which is a lack of pigment in parts of her hair. She has a white streak on the right side of her hair, stretching all the way from her roots to the tips. It's a relatively small stripe, but noticeable nonetheless.
Bri has rather high cheekbones and unusually clear skin. Her face is covered in freckles, and she is very fair-skinned.
Personality: Bri is quiet, to say the least. She dislikes speaking in front of people, and when she does talk, her voice is very soft and difficult to hear. Bri has social anxiety, which is the cause of most of her shyness, and so being in social situations causes her to become very nervous. Panic attacks are common for her.
However, once you get to know Bri-- really get to know her-- she can talk your ear off about anything and everything. She loves to read, and so talking about her latest favorite novel is a normal pastime of hers.
Bri is an artistic soul. She adores creating things. Drawing and painting are her favorite hobbies, and she is an incredible artist. Don't be alarmed if you catch her staring at you-- she's most likely just trying to draw you.
Intelligence is one of Bri's virtues. She is often acknowledged as one of the smartest witches of her age-- or of the entire school. She is very humble about this, though, and if you confront her about it she will most likely deny the claim. Bri strongly dislikes attention and will do anything to avoid it.
Bri is very sweet, but if you proclaim anything offensive she will get on your case about it-- momentarily forgetting her shyness. She is an extreme feminist and cannot stand the slightest sexist remark.
History: Bri was born in Normandie, France to a muggle father and witch mother. She lived there until she was nine years old, then moved to a small town in England called Steeple Ashton. During her third year at Hogwarts, Bri's mother, Heidi, passed away due to a tragic airplane crash. Her father tries to compensate for her mother, trying desperately to understand about wizard life, but to no avail. Bri dislikes coming home for the holidays, for she misses her mother too much.
Her third year was also the year that she began to quit eating. Her misery over losing her mother brought about a lot of self-doubt and loathing. Her father found out about the anorexia and tried to convince her to stop, and she pretended to. She still avoids eating as much as she can, and monitors her weight constantly.
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Not currently dating anyone, but very open!
Other:
-Bri has a younger brother, Atticus, who is 9 years old
-She always carries around her art supplies
-She has a small Siamese cat named Sybil

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Both Bri and Eve are officially approved!

[kenna]

Yay, thank you! :)

[Hadley]

Thanks!

[Sofia]

Name: Ramira “Mira” Adler

Age: 15

Year: 5

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Mira likes wearing make-up, though most days she just puts on the basics, as she doesn’t have much time to get ready for class. She usually wears jeans and t-shirts.
Face Claim: Mckaley Miller
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Height: 5,4
Weight: 110
Distinctive Markings: she has a jagged scar on her shoulder, which she got when she fell of her broom as a child

Personality: Like all Ravenclaws, Mira loves knowledge and learning. She likes all the subjects taught at Hogwarts, even magical history, which most people find boring. She is always ready to help people out.
Mira is very clever and loves mischief. She’s always coming up with mad schemes to pull pranks, so long as they’re (mostly harmless).
She is talkative and loves meeting new people and making friends. She doesn’t care what House people belong to when she’s approaching them.
Mira isn’t a coward, but she isn’t exactly brave, either. She’ll stand her ground and fight, but only if she has tried all other options first and they have all failed.

History: Mira’s parents, Juliana and Lionel, are curse-breakers. They’re always traveling across the globe on missions, so Mira has done her fair bit of voyaging, herself. More often than not, though, their destination is very dangerous, so they go on their own and, when she isn’t at Hogwards, leave Mira with her grandparents, in the Adler’s family house.
For this reason, Mira has a close-knit relationship with her grandparents.
When she was eleven, Mira started attending Hogwarts and was Sorted into Ravenclaw, much to the surprise of Lionel, who thought she’d be in Gryffindor like him and most of his family. Juliana, who’s Spanish and didn’t attend Hogwards in her youth, really couldn’t care less. Mira knows her father wished she’d been sorted into Gryffindor, even though he has never told her as much and has clearly made an effort not to treat her differently after her Sorting.
For her part, Mira loves being in Ravenclaw, among kindred spirits.

Sexuality: straight

Relationship Status: single

Other: Her wand is beech, nice and springy, ten and a half inches long with a unicorn hair core. Her Patronus is an owl.

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[Lord]

Name: Arria Clarke

Age: 14

Year: 4th year

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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Eyes: Grey
Hair: Ginger
Height: 5'5
Weight: 8st7
Distinctive Markings:

DESPITE HER AGE



Personality: She is fairly quiet and very obedient, always wanting to impress Adrian and make him happy. She is exceptionally good at reading people and knowing what's up immediately, being very intuitive at the worst of times. She's full of wisdom, and adores to learn, even at the expense of her reputation. She's in love with Adrian despite knowing that him and his sister use her for their own ends. She was a little upset at being put in Ravenclaw when Adrian and Arty were in Slytherin but grew to accept that she belonged there more than anywhere else.

History:

Arria's mudblood father is dead but her pureblood mother works as the Housekeeper on Artemisia and Adrian Fallon's estate. Thus, she grew up with them, forever reminded that she was lower than them - not that she cared. When she reached a certain age she began to help her mother, as she will succeed her. Her main duties included being Artemisia's personal assistant and bringing Adrian food. She is looking after something very, very important to the Fallon siblings, under the understanding that if she loses it, she will die. She has not opened the box, but knows that it was given to Adrian by his father - an ex-Death Eater, and one of Voldemort's most trusted. She got her tattoo from Adrian - who pinned her down and did it upon Artemisia's request.

Sexuality: Bisexual - prefers men

Relationship Status: Single

Other:

She has a tabby cat called Milka and her patronus is an owl.

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[Lord]

Thank you!

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ℙart One

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│⋱First⋰│ Felicity
∰Meaning/Origin∰ Felicity is a popular French girls name meaning 'happiness'.
│⋱Middle⋰│ Adlea
∰Meaning/Origin∰ Adela is a French name meaning 'noble'.
│⋱Last⋰│ Delafosse
∰Meaning/Origin∰ Delafosse is a French surname that was passed onto Felicity by her father.



❝I would never and have never called myself normal, why would I ever do that?❞



[Information For You]

{๑Blood๑} Muggle Born
{๑Age๑} 16
{๑Year๑} 6
{๑Place of birth๑} The French Countryside
{๑DOB๑}> April 26th
{๑Gender๑} Female
{๑Sexual Preference๑} Heterosexual
{๑House๑} Ravenclaw



❝I think houses in schools are quiet strange, but I have come to admire Ravenclaw as a home.❞



[﹍﹎Appearance﹍﹎]


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{Face Claim} Sky Ferreira
{Height} 5'6
{Weight} 119 lbs
{Hair} Felicity has long, white blonde hair that's usually in a bit of a mess around her face. She likes it that way most the time, but sometimes favors ponytails.
{Skin} Felicity's skin is the same porcelain of her mothers, with no visible flaws to her smooth, white tone.
{Eye Color} Felicity has eyes unlike either of her parents. Her irises are overtaken by a light hazel color, leaning toward neither green or brown, but a color all it's own.
{Style} When she isn't in her school robes, Felicity wears clothing that's very classic in style, but a size too big. Oversized sweaters that engulf her frame, dainty skirts and tee shirts that are just a tad too big. That sort of thing.
{Special Markings/Scars} Felicity has no tattoos or piercings anywhere on her body. She wears makeup though, rings of kohl around her eyes and usually a bright lipstick.

❝Certainly intelligence is natural for me, but one must be diligent or gifts can be lost.❞



﹍﹎Lets Get Personal﹍﹎

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⊱Likes⊰
⁕ Books
⁕ Learning
⁕ France
⁕ Music
⁕ Cats

Books have always been somewhat of an escape for Felicity. She would rather be reading French than struggling to speak English to her classmates at Hogwarts. She finds comfort in how the words flow together to create beautiful stories, or wonderful streams of knowledge that rest in the palm of her hands. Felicity is a natural learner, sort of like a little French sponge, soaking up all the information she an get from the people and resources around her. Everything provides her with something to learn, and she never passed up on learning something new, expanding her intelligence. France is where Felicity believes that she belongs, she's never felt fully comfortable in England with her grandparents. She misses her old town in France, the rural country with horses and bicycles. She hopes to one day return, to live where she used to all those years ago. Music is very calming to Felicity, especially when it's in her native language. She lives English music too, though. It doesn't really matter the language, the way a voice can blend so harmoniously with instruments has always made her happy. Felicity has always liked cats, playing with them in the fields and bringing them catnip mice. But since her grandparents got her a kitten over the summer, whom Felicity named Celine, she's had a special obsession over her furry friend.



⊱Dislikes⊰
⁕ Hogwarts
⁕ Snobby people
⁕ Flying
⁕ Her parents
⁕ Spicy food

Felicity has always felt like an outsider at Hogwarts school, and the kids there have never been very kind to her. She enjoys the classes and school work she gets at Hogwarts, but overall, she'd rather be back at Bauxbatons. Her main problem with Hogwarts school has always been the other students. They always picked on her in her third year when she transferred in, because she couldn't speak much English at all. It was hard for her to learn at age 13, one of the hardest things she's ever done. The kids never let up in her though, simply because of the reputation she got in her earlier years. Once a freak, always a freak. Felicity tried flying in the brooms with Nikolas in fourth year, but failed jurassically. She had a bit of a panic attack on the broom, clutching onto it and closing her eyes tightly when she was high up in the ground. Felicity hates her parents the most out of anyone, for reasons hat are to be explained. She'll never forgive them for what they did, not even if they come to her, begging for forgiveness. No way. Some of the spicy food in the Hogwarts dining room makes Felicity grimace, she doesn't see the appeal of eating something that feels like it sets your mouth on fire...

❝Why do people enjoy things that feel as if they set your mouth aflame?❞



⊱Phobia(s)/Fear(s)⊰
⁕ Flying
⁕ Nikolas leaving her
⁕ Heights (the astronomy tower makes her sick)

⊱Strengths⊰
⁕ Academics
⁕ Avoiding conflicts
⁕ Sneaking up on people (aka spying)
⁕ Being quiet

⊱Weaknesses⊰
⁕ Her sketchy English
⁕ Celine the cat
⁕ Her past
⁕ Nikolas

⊱Quirks⊰
⁕ She tends to hum to herself
⁕ Bites her lips
⁕ impulsive crier

❝C'est la vie❞

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⇼Early childhood⇼
Felicity was born the first and only child of two muggles, Marc (a squib) and Lucie Delafosse. The two were your average married muggles. They lived in a small country town in France, some twenty minutes outside the glorious city of Paris. Lucie worked as a housekeeper to some rich people in the city, taking her daughter along with her once she was old enough. Marc was in the business of landscaping. They made a respectable amount of money, but nothing exorbent. From the outside, they seemed like a perfectly normal family. Maybe even charming. Lucie was happy to mother Felicity, and spoiled her lovely little daughter as much as she could. Felicity was always a quiet girl, being raised in the home of a rich old couple could do that to you. She was told not to make much noise and to stay downstairs in the kitchen, with the cook. The family Lucie worked for was very old fashioned in their ways. Their kitchen was in the basement of the large townhouse, and that's where Felicity stayed. She always grew bored of being a little kitchen maid to the cook, and often snuck up to the man of the houses library when no one was paying any attention to her. She would smuggle books down the stairs to the kitchen and read them in there. By age four she was reading Jane Austen and about naval war strategies. She didn't care what the subject of the book was, she just read and read. Her mother didn't even know how she did it, it's not like she'd taught Felicity to read such things. The most she did was read the girl a picture book before bed. Though Lucie and Marc were happy to be parents, they weren't very reliable people. Marc often went out to bars and such with his friends after work, most of the time not coming home, Lucie the same way. Once Felicity went to school at she five, she had a bus to bring her to and from their home, so her parents figured a lot of their responsibilities were gone. They left the house often, leaving little felicity to fend for herself. And Felicity was very sufficient at it. There was always cereal and microwaveable soup in the house, so she had things to eat. Once her neighbor even taught her how to make a grilled cheese, which became a staple of the young girls diet. She would've gone to the houses of her friends, or maybe some family members, but there were none to speak of. Felicity was always quiet in school. She felt out if place, like she didn't belong, even at a young age. She wasn't really sure how, but she knew she was different. And so she didn't have any real friends. And her family had all moved to England with one of Felicity's aunts. Her grandparents had followed them, in attempt to keep the family close.



⇼Adolescence⇼
As time went on, Felicity's home situation only got worse. Her parents would leave for days, the longest running time when Felicity didn't see them was 10 straight days. She never tried to figure out where they were, as she had when she was younger. When she was 11, the neighbors noticed that Lucie and Marc were scarcely home, and offered to let Felicity stay the night if she was scared. Young felicity replied with a smile and a simple no thank you, telling the older woman that she was very independent. And she was, but she was very lonely all te time. Then came her saving grace. One day, Felicity found a beautiful envelope in their mailbox, with pretty calligraphy on the front, with her name on it! She was so excited to have mail of her own. She galloped into the house and opened it right away. The letter had been from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, inviting her to come to their boarding school because she, regular old Felicity, was a witch! Felicity was so excited by the letter, she waited and waited every night by the door for her parents to come home. One night her father stumbled in, and she showed him the letter. He believe what he read, telling her that his mother was a witch as well as most of his family. That's why he hadn't moved with them to England, he'd never felt that he fit in with them. He was amazingly proud of his daughter, and stayed at the house all week, taking care of Felicity for the first time in a long time. He got her all ready to go off to Beauxbatons, the uniform and everything.
Felicity couldn't control her excitement when her first day at Witch school arrived. She said goodbye to her parents with happy hugs, and once at Beauxbatons, immediately felt like she fit in. All the girls were witches, and they were nice. She couldn't believe it, people were being nice, to her! She excelled in all of her classes and made wonderful friends, the best of all being Madeline, a silly girl that was her age. She kept Felicity in reality, making sure she didn't get too serious about things. Felicity was happy to be brought into a social setting, her books and loneliness had been hard to handle for so long.
She went to Beauxbatons for two wonderful years, learning so much magic that she was an excellent witch when she arrived at the train station in Paris. Unfortunately, no one was there to pick her up. Her parents hadn't showed. While Felicity was disappointed, she used the emergency money her father had given her to get home. Only, when she arrived, she found the house she used to live in empty. No cars in the driveway, no people inside. No things inside, for that matter . Everything was gone, including her parents. The neighbor saw Felicity poking around the house and welcomed her inside, I forming Felicity that the two had been gone for months, leaving no new address behind. Felicity cried that night in the guest bedroom, feeling terrible. Her parents had been absent, yes. But they'd never left like that...

Felicity called her grandparents in the morning, who got her on a flight to England to come stay with them. Her grandmother told her she was to live with them now, even if her parents came back. Her grandmother became a good friend to Felicity over the summer, she actually had a wonderful time with all of her magical family. Her cousins, aunts, uncles, and nana and papa all spoke French, do that's what they spoke in the house. Felicity only became sad when she learned that she would be attending Hogwarts School from that point on, instead of her beloved Beauxbatons. She hated it, really. But she was greatful to be with her family, warm and loved, so she didn't complain a bit. She went to Hogwarts as a third year, and was sorted on the first night into houses with the first years, which truly confused her. They hadn't done that in France. She was sorted into Ravenclaw house, the house of the intelligent. Felicity felt tortured. Everyone at the shook spoke English, which she could barely speak. She knew the basics of the language. Like how to say I, you, happy, cat, numbers. Everything she had learned from her cousins slipping up in their large England home. She had special textbooks that were in French, do she hadn't realized everyone at the school would be an English speaker. She found a rare French speaker, but they weren't interested in her. Her cousins were there, but they were all in different grades and different houses. Felicity was alone. Worse than that, she was bullied. She was the freak that couldn't speak English. It hadn't been like that at Beauxbatons. There were no mean boys that picked on the dark brown of her eyebrows. No girls that spoke gibberish in her face, mocking her. No one had been cruel in France. Felicity reacted by doing the one thing she was wonderful at; learning. She went to the library and got books to take back to the common room. She sat in the back corner, in a comfy chair. There was a chair next to hers where a boy always sat. He had dark hair and tattoos, and was always reading, just like her. Felicity never got to know him because of her language, but she could see that he didn't speak to people either, and when he did, she heard a hard Russian accent on his tongue. She felt an odd kinship with the boy, and always smiled and muttered a "hello" to him. They slipped into a routine, reading next to each other every night, bidding each other hello and goodnight in a clockwork sort of way. Felicity started to study English every night, going over the words and phrases in her head with hard rigor, unwilling to fail. One night, while she was studying in her book of verbs, muttering the English words softly to herself as she committed them to memory, a girl came over to her chair. The girl was beautiful, with inky black hair and wide, deep set eyes. But the words that flew from her mouth were cruel towards Felicity. Felicity just swallowed harshly and listened, tears gleaming unshed in her eyes. Apparently though, the boy that always sat beside her had had enough of watching it happen. He stood up and yelled at the girl, first in minimal English, and then in Russian. An angry Russian boy was screaming in the girls face, causing her to run off and leave Felicity alone. You can imagine Felicity's shock of course. She thanked him profusely, and learned that his name was Nikolas. She sat next to him the next day during all their meals, and the two slowly got to know each other.

By now, Felicity and Nikolas have been best friends for three years. They've gotten their English to be much better by now. Felicity can even read out of the English textbooks, and carry out conversations with professors. Her English always sounds very formal though, and her thick French accent is hard to ignore. Felicity loves to go to classes and hang out on the grounds now, because she has Nikolas. They've grown up together in a sense, and have learned to like the same things as the other. They care for each other and protect each other fiercely, still known as the two foreign misfits. To see them, you'd think they've known each other all their lives. They laugh at inside jokes, sneak through the corridors to secret spots, and study together like the best team you've ever seen. Felicity has a bit of a crush on Nikolas, but there's a 0% chance she'd ever tell him. No way, because she knows he doesn't like her. Nikolas could do so much better than silly little Felicity, she thinks he deserves the world, and she's not good enough. She wouldn't want to ruin their friendship by making him refuse her like that.

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﹍﹎ℱamily and ℛelationships﹍﹎

♡Family♡

Mother Lucie Delafosse
Father Marc Delafosse
Siblings None

♡ℒovers♡
♡ Felicity has had a few crushes, but no actual boyfriends, she's never even flirted before.

♡ℂlose Friends♡
♡ Nikolas, whom she also has a bit of a crush on. She doesn't plan on acting on it though, since she doesn't want to ruin anything.

ℱavorite Song Lyrics
Throw me in a landfill
Don't think about the consequences
Throw me in the dirt pit
Don't think about the choices that you make
Throw me in the water
Don't think about the splash I will create - Landfill [ Daughter ]



❝I think if the other students knew what has happened to me, they would not be so cruel.❞

[allison, >>> мιѕcнιeғ мanaged <<<]

Approved, but does her FC have a name or is this a random internet girl?

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It's sky ferreira, I claimed her in FC I'm pretty sure, just earlier today c:

[Mallory]

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☂"I’ve been through hell and back."☂

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• In Greek, the name Dmitry means “Earth-lover”
• From the Latin origin Nicolaus, a derivative of the Greek Nikolaos, the name Nikolas means “Victory of the people”
• From Russian origin, the surname Slivka is an ornamental name or occupational name for a grower or seller of plums
|*・°☆Age☆°・*| 16
|*・°☆Birthdate☆°・*| December 17
|*・°☆Location of Birth☆°・*| Moscow, Russia
|*・°☆Pureblood, Half-blood, or Muggle-Born?☆°・*| Muggle-born
|*・°☆Year☆°・*| 6
|*・°☆House☆°・*| Ravenclaw

☂"Sometimes I hate Hogwarts. Sometimes it’s the only place I feel normal."☂



｀、、ヽ｀☂ヽ｀、ヽ｀｀||Appearance/Features||｀、、ヽ｀☂ヽ｀、ヽ｀｀

|*・°☆Picture(s)☆°・*|
Face claim: Alex Gaskarth



|*・°☆Hair color/style☆°・*| Chestnut brown; long enough to be considered shaggy and “over-grown”, but not so long that it reaches his shoulders
|*・°☆Eye Color☆°・*| Chocolaty brown (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
|*・°☆Height☆°・*| 5’9”
|*・°☆Skin tone☆°・*| Pale
|*・°☆Special Markings☆°・*| A skull and crossbones tattoos behind his right ear, as well as a rose on his left hand, and a skeleton on his left forearm
|*・°☆Style☆°・*| Often wears skinny jeans, Vans, and graphic-t’s. Yet he isn’t afraid to step out of his comfort zone and try something different

☂"I’m probably one of the shortest Russian’s you will ever meet."☂



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|*・°☆Likes☆°・*|
- Russia
- Felicity
- Cats
- Reading
- Writing
- Potions

|*・°☆Dislikes☆°・*|
- Birds
- Swimming
- Feeling Unwanted
- The Mafia
- Quidditch
- Not Being Fluent In English



|*・°☆Strengths☆°・*|
- Learning
- Protecting Felicity
- Casting Spells
- Sounding Angry
- Bravery

|*・°☆Weaknesses☆°・*|
- Sweets
- Misha, his cat
- Felicity
- English
- Old Books

|*・°☆State of Mind☆°・*|
Some would call him sane, others would call him insane. It’s all a matter of perspective.

☂"Just forget it…."☂

[Mallory]

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|PART 2|

｀、、ヽ｀☂ヽ｀、ヽ｀｀||History||｀、、ヽ｀☂ヽ｀、ヽ｀｀


|*・°☆Early Childhood☆°・*|
A rather peaceful setting. Two perfectly sane, normal parents had just welcomed a small baby boy into the world. Only minutes old, young Dmitry was struggling to keep his life. You see, when an infant is born prematurely, the nurses and doctors try their hardest to keep the kid alive. Due to his at-birth condition, his mother and father were not allowed to hold him until the day they could take him home. Looking at the boy through a glass barrier, however, was acceptable. Everyone in the hospital was very attentive towards this boy, knowing that if something drastic happened, their head would be served on a silver platter. Viktor Slivka, the father of this newly born child, wasn’t somebody you wanted to mess with. Whenever people announce that they have “connections”, it’s usually never taken seriously, but in this case, it was. Third away from becoming the head of the Russian mafia, Viktor wasn’t going to let his only son die right after birth. If death could be prevented, it sure as hell would be. Each doctor and nurse knew about the Slivka’s position, knew that if the family was treated wrong, something horrible would happen to them themselves. Knowing this sent everybody on edge, wanting to please the people who had connections to slaughter them at the drop of the hat. Due to this, the baby boy was brought home alive, healthy, and well. Being given the name Dmitry Nikolas (or Дмитрий Николас, in Russian) just moments before leaving the hospital and returning home.
It had been three days that small Dmitry was kept cooped up in a hospital room. Everyone pleaded that it was because of the prematurity, and Inga – Viktor’s wife – finally agreed with them. Her darling son was much smaller than all of the other babies his age and seemed to have a hard time fitting into the “infant” clothing. Premature he was, meaning that he would be much smaller than the rest of the Russian men in the mafia, yet it seemed that everything would turn out for the better. The mafia wives often showed up to the Slivka’s door, bearing gifts and other items for the newly-acclaimed child. Having this much attention wasn’t something the small family was used to, but they grew accustomed to it quickly. Young Dmitry was the star of the show, captivating the female population of the mafia with just a blink of his tiny brown eyes. His father was anything but happy about the attention, seeing how it was all because of how small his first born son was. He took it as an offence, thinking that the women were calling his son “female-ish”, and often pushed all of the people looking to meet the boy out of his household. Inga would shout one phrase at her husband, a phrase that was yelled quite a lot in their home “Постарайтесь быть хорошим человеком!”, which roughly translates to “Try to be a good person!”. Viktor would explain to his wife that he didn’t want everyone to be crowding around Dmitry because of his size, but rather for what he would grow into. Inga tried her best to explain that their son would always be smaller than every boy in the mafia, but the man wouldn’t take no for an answer. As the days went on and more and more people were thrown out of the Slivka’s home, less and less people came to look at their son. A good strategy, in the eyes of Viktor, but it was very lonely at home according to Inga.

Two short years down the road and Inga was expecting another child. Young Dmitry was two at the time, growing exactly how he should and living up to the mafia’s expectations. Viktor was proud of his son, knowing that he would do that mafia good when he was old enough to serve. It was all a surprise, really, when Inga announced her expectancy of another child. The rest of that mafia was thrilled, at least the wives were, as for the husbands… they didn’t quite care. As long as the Russian mafia stayed alive, you could have as many children as you wished. It was odd for Dmitry, having to grasp ahold of the concept that he wouldn’t be an only child anymore. He would have to share with a younger brother or sister. Yet the weirdest part was watching his mother’s stomach grow day by day. The once fairly slim woman had a large, round lump placed in front of her, and the two year old’s father often said that she was “about to pop”. It seemed like forever until Dmitry’s mother was rushed to the hospital, the young boy being directed to stay with his father until it was time for them to reunite again. He was worried, yes, after all, he hadn’t been away from his mother for a very long time. His father, however, was surprisingly good company, and it felt as if only minutes had passed when it was time for them to go great the newest addition to the Slivka family. A young girl, swaddled in a blanket with a small pink cap on her head was being held in the arms of his mother. Lada, that’s what she had been named. A beautiful name for a beautiful lady… that’s what his father had said when he first head of the girl’s name. It was the next day when they took young Lada home, settling her into a crib located off to the side of Dmitry’s room. The boy was told to kept silent often, that if he made one move that was too loud and woke up his younger sibling, his father would take him outside and show him what living in Russia was like. The saying didn’t even make much sense, but he took the threat well and kept quiet.
The two children grew up very differently. Perhaps it was their different genders, but one never took interest in what the other wanted to do. Lada was into baking, wishing to make pastries and other delicacies whereas Dmitry wanted to lounge in their room (the two siblings did in fact share a bedroom) while reading an interesting book, writing in a journal, or even sketching something that came to mind. His sister was the typical girl, getting into makeup at a young age and staying close to their mother, never leaving her side. It seemed as if he was being pushed away from his mother, forcibly having to spend time with his father out around town when he wished to stay home. Perhaps it was all part of become a bigger part of the mafia, but if it was, he surly didn’t wish to be part of it. Viktor would show his son around headquarters – which was actually a stingy basement in some guys house – and try and teach him the ways he would soon get into. Dmitry didn’t want to be forced into the family business, but it seemed as if he had no other choice.

Age ten. Guess who finally took a giant leap and volunteered to get himself arrested? Dmitry. The idiot actually volunteered to rob a bank, to get money from a place that was well-guarded by security. And that, my dear reader, is why the Slivka family is soon going to have to move out of Russia. Surprise, surprise… Let’s just say that whenever a kid that didn’t want to be part of the mafia in the first place sets himself out on a line to do something for his family, it probably won’t turn out well. Anyway, here’s the full story:
Sitting in that dreary basement for over an hour really can take a toll on a guy. So, when the mafia’s leader asked for a volunteer and nobody jumped forward, Dmitry stood up and looked at the man head-on. A few chuckles were thrown into the air, but when you caught the amount of seriousness thrown onto the boy’s face, the room fell silent. Questions were brought up by their head leader. Things such as “Why do you speak up now?” and “What makes you think you’re ready to do this?” were on play and the young boy could barely think of an answer. It was a huge shocker when the man agreed to let him go through with the process, than all he had to do was break into the bank during the middle of the night and sack as much money as he could into a duffle bag. Viktor was thrilled that his son stepped forward to do a mission as big as this, but Inga on the other hand was frightened to the core. She didn’t want her baby boy to get hurt, to get shot or arrested. Lada was terrified as well, the eight year old girl not wanting to see her older brother get into a lot of trouble. Dmitry assured everyone in his family that he wouldn’t get caught, would do everything in his power to do this for the mafia and keep everyone safe. The deadline to get this done was the following night, meaning he was either going to have to do it that night, or the next. Knowing that everyone was itching with anticipation, the ten year old pulled on a ski mask and slipped out the door under the pale moonlight.
The bank was dark, cold, with only one security light at the front door. A guard was leaning against the rocked building, but the boy easily slipped to the back entrance. The door was cracked open, a twig keeping the metal from closing shut. One of the other mafia members had made sure it was open from earlier that day, to make his job easier. Inside, Dmitry let his eyes adjust to the darkness. His father had informed him about where the “registers” were, and that’s where he headed. The empty duffle bag was thrown across his shoulders, and within seconds stacks of cash was being thrown into the bag. One register was empty, then onto the next. The bag was almost full in minutes, forcing the kid to zip up the duffle and make it out the door. This, however, wasn’t the best decision he could have made. By pushing the door open and actually letting it close, the alarm was sounded, saying that someone used an emergency exit. Dmitry froze in his tracks, his hands gripped on the bag full of money when the security guard made it around the corner. Angry Russian shouting was the result of his decisions, and he took a run for it. His sneakers rubbed against the metal of the fence surrounding the bank, and when at the top, his shirt was torn by barbed wire on the way down.
Home. Sweet. Home. Out of breath and drenched in sweat, when the front door closed, everyone in the Slivka family was greeting him with praises. He actually made it out alive, actually was back at home with only a torn shirt and slicked hair. His mother, father, and sister believed that they were safe, but they were anything but that. The police were now looking for a young boy, looking for a child whom was possible contact with the mafia, and they weren’t stopping just because “it was the middle of the night”. No, they weren’t safe at all. In fact, Dmitry had caused his family and the mafia a shit-load of trouble. The Slivka’s left their home, bringing very few belongings with them as they went to the mafia’s HQ. They left the cash in the basement, saying that the police would soon be questioning them and they had to get out of the country. It wasn’t a very good situation, but it was what they had to do. Dmitry felt guilty for putting his family in danger, yet he felt proud as well. His first run-through with the mafia had been a success… You know, except for the fact that him and his whole family were having to flee from Russia all because a security guard saw him exiting the bank. Where did they decide to go, though? That’s for a little later on… After all, the boy entered adolescence while flying to their new home.

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|PART 3|



|*・°☆Adolescence/Young Adulthood☆°・*|
The young boy we have been following is now considered a “pre-teen”. Hitting the age eleven right when they got to their new home country, he wasn’t very surprised when his family didn’t praise him over another year of life. After all, he was the reason that they weren’t in Russia anymore. Scotland. A beautiful place with little to no neighbors. That’s where they decided to claim as their new territory. The Slivka’s decided that since most of Moscow was probably looking for them, they should switch up their names a bit. Dmity was no longer going by that name. No, he would be going by his middle name, Nikolas. His younger sister would not be going by Lada, but rather by her middle name, Aleksandra. Their mother and father, however, did not switch to their middle names. No, they just added a letter or two, saying that it’s “uniquely” spelt. Inga became Ingrid, whereas Viktor became Vickter. Different variations of their names…. One might have thought that moving to Scotland would change their personal lives extremely, but it was the exact opposite. Everything was practically the same. The Slivka’s were hiding who they really where, even now, unable to speak to anyone about anything. It wasn’t as if Nikolas –previously Dmitry - wanted to talk to anyone, though. He was perfectly fine being locked inside of his own mind, releasing who he is by reading or writing. He was creative, that was for sure, but there wasn’t any way in hell he was going to let his father get ahold of that information.
Just weeks after their arrival in Scotland, a woman knocked on their door. Ingrid – previously Inga – had politely told them to go away, that they weren’t in the mood for visitors at the moment, yet the woman was persistent. She spoke of how she needed to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Slivka about their son, Dmitry Nikolas. At this information spoken, Ingrid opened the door. No one in Scotland knew about their son’s first name. No one. It was too short in their journey to Scotland for it to be someone from Russia, and besides, her accent was Scottish, not Russian. The woman was middle-aged, with a crooked nose and a soft smile. It was amazing how she communicated with Ingrid, that she actually knew how to speak Russian, that she knew the family spoke almost no English. The news that was laid in the open air was completely horrifying. Their son, her son, wasn’t a human? What did she call him… A wizard? It was almost laughable, really, but the examples the woman gave her were truly convincing. Ingrid called her son into the living room to where the woman could explain where he could go for the year if he so wished. It would be a boarding school, but who cared? He would get to live a somewhat normal life, all the while learning magic? It seemed odd, yes, but it didn’t hold him back from responding with “С удовольствием” (I’d love to).
Within months, Nikolas was showed around a town called Hogsmeade, where all of his school purchases would be made. The boy was given the opportunity to pick out an animal to bring along with him. A cat, an owl, or a rat was place before him, and there wasn’t a doubt that he picked the one that reminded him most of home. A Kurilian Bobtail was what he chose, a breed of cat that was bred in Russia. It didn’t surprise anyone that it was what he chose, but it did surprise the woman whom was with him while buying his school supplies on what wand chose him. 9 1/2 inches, hazel wood with a dragon heartstring core. It’s a wand of wisdom and practicality. It means that the one who possesses it has a no nonsense approach to life, logical, reasonable. But also a rather uncreative Ollivander wand – which means that the holder of the wand has more wisdom than creativity. When explained what it meant, Nikolas was confused himself. How could a boy that forced his family to move out of Russia get a wand that was made for someone with wisdom? Confusing, for sure. But that was just the beginning of his confusing journey.

The minute that eleven year old Nikolas appeared in the great hall of Hogwarts, he knew that he wouldn’t fit in. Everyone either already knew so much about the school, or spoke English fluently. As for him, he was neither one of those. A complete newbie, and all he spoke was Russian. A teacher, however, spoke to him in Russian, explaining what the headmistress was saying to all of the first years. When they arrived in the Great Hall and everyone was being sorted into their houses, Nikolas was listening close to everything being called. Names, obviously, but then a hat was being placed onto the young person’s head. Occasionally it spoke, but whenever it’s last words were said, a cheer always went up from a different side of the room.
“Nikolas Slivka.”
There it was. That was his name. The young Russian boy stood up slowly, making his way up to the platform to sit on the stool that overlooked the rest of the school. The leather hat was sat upon his head, and instantly it let out a grunt. A grunt? What was that supposed to mean? Words in English were being spewed out of the Sorting Hat, words that he had yet to understand, be he still somewhat remembers what it said.
“My, my… A foreigner, huh? And one that doesn’t speak English, isn’t that great. I can tell that you have a blockage in your past, something you want to conceal… Would that land you in Slytherin? Oh no, of course not. You have much more potential than that. Not enough creativity for Hufflepuff, though. I only have one more option on my mind, you know. Why am I even speaking? This boy’s a Russian, he doesn’t speak English.” The hat on top of his head let out a long sigh. “I’ll have to put you in… Ravenclaw!”
A few people let out loud, booming cheers, whereas others just clapped and pumped their fists in the air. The headmistress took the hat off of his head and rested her hand on his shoulder, pointing him over to where he should go to. Nikolas knew that everyone was trying to be nice to him, all of the smiles, the laughs sent his way were supposed to comfort him, but he knew that it was all fake. No one wished to hang around a boy that didn’t know a lick of English. Nobody wanted to be friends with someone that only spoke Russian. Perhaps this school wasn’t the best option for him, but it sure did give him a sense of what was right and wrong in the world.
As the days went on, young Nikolas started to understand more and more of the culture. He picked up on a few English phrases such as “Thank You” and “Goodnight” and “How Are You?”. Of course, he didn’t know exactly when to use these phrases, but the kid was learning. It was hard, though, knowing that he was being pushed aside from the other ones in his House. When the first-years sat next to the fireplace in the common room, laughing together and sharing goodies, he was shoved into a corner of their library, his nose stuck in a book or his drained, brown eyes staring hopelessly out the window. If only he could visit family on the weekends instead of being stuck here. Maybe then he wouldn’t feel as homesick as he did.

Two years passed and now thirteen year old Nikolas was being outcasted more than ever. He spoke very little English, only gaining a few more phrases than his first year at Hogwarts. Russian at heart, that’s what he was. It was hard for him to stop speaking his native language, much more get him to learn a new one. His accent would always be visible, no matter how suppressed the teachers wanted it to be. It was the first day of his third year when he saw something out of the ordinary. A girl, roughly around his age, was mix up within the first years, the names of people around her being called up to be sorted. Was she in the wrong place? Or was she just a transfer from a different school? It was the exact same setup from when he first arrived, although she seemed much more confused. The hat said some of the same words when he had been up there the first time. Things about not speaking English, but rather French instead. This time, however, The Sorting Hat said something along the lines of “It’s rather odd seeing a third year up here.” Nikolas didn’t know exactly what was being said, but he did hear ‘third year’, meaning she must be a transfer. The name of his house, Ravenclaw, was echoed out across the room, and the people around him – as well as himself - answered back with a loud cheer. The girl, much to his dismay, did not sit near him, but rather near the head girl. It wasn’t odd, seeing the new one sit next to someone in charge, he just wished she would have chosen the spot near him.
A few days passed and it was very easy to see that this new girl was like him, not completely understanding the world around him. She did not speak Russian, for whenever she did speak a certain English word, it was very soft, almost gentle. She was French, easy to tell. Him, however, was cursed with a hard-sounding voice. Every phrase that slipped off his tongue sounded dull and unwanting. That wasn’t what he had in mind at all, though. Of course, the whole “get away from me” sounding voice did add onto why he wasn’t approached by many people. This girl, though… She was different. She read, just like him, and sat next to the windows, just like him. Neither one of them spoke to the other until one day, when she was the first to utter out a word, one in English for that matter. It was dainty, a simple “Hello” that echoed through the air between them. Nikolas swallowed hard, not knowing if this girl even knew what kind of accent he was hiding in the back of his throat. The boy responded with a “Hello” back, the deep sound almost rumbling off of his tongue like thunder. He was expecting a sort of shock in her eyes, something that told him she wasn’t expecting him to be from Russian origin, but her gaze never change. The same friendly, welcoming and warming stare was held in her greenish eyes.
Nikolas often saw that this girl was being outcasted, thrown to the side just as he was during his first year. He knew how if felt, to speak barely little English and hate practically everyone around you. He saw how the girls and guys, in their house as well as others, came up to her and poked until she was at the verge of snapping. It had happened to him. Hogwarts was cruel, and you had to find some way of escaping or you would drive yourself mad. The current thirteen year old had grown accustomed to the face of this girl, still not knowing the knowledge of her name, but the face was well enough to go by. A girl with pure blonde hair and dark eyebrows was a mystery, yes, but her appearance was intriguing to him. She looked Russian, or at least looked similar to the girls within the mafia. Would he ever tell her that, though? No, never.
It was one day that he couldn’t handle any more of the beauty getting poked and prodded to the core. Another girl, roughly a little taller that he was, with raven-black hair and eyes that terrified him just a slight bit. This other girl had strutted right up to him and the girl reading silently beside him, a string of words spewing out of her mouth that was anything but nice. Of course, he didn’t understand most of them, but the majority of the words that were being brought into the open air wasn’t something a cute little French girl should be hearing.

[Mallory]

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|PART 4|
A continuation of the later years~

Nikolas had had enough, his at the time 5’5” self-standing stature squaring up to the slightly-taller girl. The one being picked on in English wasn’t someone he talked to, but they were acquaintances, and no one was going to be messing around with this sweet girl. He stared at the black-haired girl, his eyes searching hers for some sort of warmth, but it was all cold, all steel.
“Do not speak to her like that,” Nikolas began to edge the English off of his tongue, trying to make what words he knew into sentences that she might understand. Who knew, though? Between his accent and what little bit of this language he knew, maybe she didn’t know what he was saying at all. With that logic, who cared what language he spoke in? ”Вы действительно думаете, что вы можете просто поговорить с кем-то, как это? Как вы думаете, что у них нет чувства? Что, черт возьми, с тобой? Почему вы не можете просто оставить ее в покое? У меня есть отличная идея ... Перейти засунуть свою руку в задницу!”
After an outburst in Russian, the dark-haired girl shook her head, hissing out the simple word “Freak” before turning around and leaving the two kids alone. Nikolas turned back around to the girl, the look on her face priceless to any other expression she had given him. Multiple versions of “Thank You” were thrown into the air from the platinum blonde girl, but all he could respond with was a simple shrug. Honestly, there wasn’t much else he could respond with. After the incident in their common room, young Nikolas learned that the French girl’s name was Felicity. She joined him at the meals, sitting next to him and speaking whenever they knew the time was right. A friendship, you could say, but it was much more like a friendship that was just blossoming.

Three years have passed since now sixteen year old Nikolas met Felicity. The two of them have picked up much more English, although it still comes off sounding somewhat dead and drabby. Accents come into play, her much more soft and nice one being easy to handle, whereas his rough and ridged one is not so pleasing to the ear. As a pair, they have grown to understand the other’s not-so-smooth English, and have learned to love the other’s accent. It’s almost alarming, really, how close they had gotten in the past three years. It’s almost as if Felicity is part of his family, someone that he has known for his whole life when it has only been a couple of years together at a boarding school. Being with the girl has made him miss his actual family a whole lot less, yet knowing that neither his mother, father, or younger sister could ever understand what was going on in the wizardry world made him feel just a little bad. Who cared, though? His parents were muggles, hiding away from the authorities in Moscow until they’re given the clear to return home to Russia. His sister, Aleksandra (known as Lada when they were small children), was a muggle just like her parents. How Nikolas had become the “lucky” one in his family, he had no idea. Despite all of the bad comments that run through his mind, Hogwarts really isn’t as bad as he’d like to play it off as. No, it is actually quite pleasurable. Besides, it’s where he met someone that he would actually like to be friends with for his whole life. With all honesty, Nikolas does have a small crush on Felicity. It’s something that he would never share with anyone, not his family and definitely not her. The French girl deserves someone much more than a small Russian boy with the law potentially after him. He hasn’t even told her the slightest bit of his mafia history, or why he’s living in Scotland… It would most likely freak her out, send her screaming into the Dark Forest in the middle of the night, trying to convince herself that it was all a dream. After all, friendship is an alright thing, and if not telling Felicity how he truly feels keeps them both safe and happy, by all means… Don’t tell her.

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|*・°☆Friends☆°・*|
- Felicity Delafosse

|*・°☆Lovers☆°・*|
- Felicity Delafosse, although their relationship is much more like a crush

|*・°☆Family☆°・*|
- Viktor Slivka, father (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
- Inga Slivka, mother (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
- Lada Aleksandra Slivka, sister, 14 (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

|*・°☆Pets☆°・*|
- A Kurilian Bobtail named Misha (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]



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[Josie]

Name: Kiki Footsworth
Age: 13
Year: 3
Gender: female
Appearance: ((Sorry my computer's messed up and so I can't see pictures properly (everything's blue and pink..) so I'm gonna have to describe her!))
She has grey eyes and long white hair. Her skin is very pale and since her eyebrows weren't affected by the explosion, they are very dark. She is 5'6 and weighs 124lbs. There is a long scar under her left eye. There is also a scar along the inner side of her ring finger. Her nose is small and button like. Her ears stick out slightly but they are small and round kind of similar to a monkey but they don't stick out as much. Her face is heart shaped.

((Sorry bout that! I'm going to leave this here anyway , I can edit it out if you want though!))
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Long white hair caused by an incident while potion making
Height: 5'6
Weight: 124lbs
Distinctive Markings: She has a scar all the way along her ring finger and one under her left right eye.

Personality: she's really experimental and loves trying new things which is the reason for her scars and white hair. She is really quirky and tends to not listen when people are talking to her because she is in a world of her own. Even if she doesn't listen in class she still gets O'S on her exams. Although, she tends not to speak in class and just silently works on her own. She likes to be on her own yet she will talk to you enthusiastically if you bring up something she's obsessed with, like quidditch. Kiki desperately wants to try out for the quidditch team but she's too afraid to.

History: She comes from a poor background and she has 2 brothers who are both already in hogwarts. They are both in gryffindor. Her whole family are wizards. While experimenting with a new spell she somehow managed to send a shock through her wand giving her a scar on her ring finger. She holds her wand with her left hand. Another time, while experimenting with potions, the potion blew up and gave her a scar under her left eye as well as causing her hair to turn completely white. She does a lot of experiments yet only those two caused drastic differences to her appearance. When she arrived at hogwarts she wanted to be in gryffindor with her brothers but the sorting hat thought otherwise and she was too meek to say anything while being sorted.

Sexuality: straight

Relationship: Single

[Gabrielle]

Name: Audrey Grant

Age: 15

Year: 5

Gender: Female

Appearance: Audrey has fair skin and dark, shiny hair. Her eyes are long and her eyelashes are average length; she has an average-sized nose and a thin upper lip and full lower lip. Her chin is pointed, her head sort of heart shaped, her fingers are thin. She is slim. Her body is more composed of legs than torso; she has very long legs. Audrey has long, skinny feet and wears a size ten and one half shoe.
Face Claim:x
Eyes: gray, like an overcast sky
Hair: dark brown, nearly black; short pixie cut with thick bangs
Height: 5'8
Weight: 110 lb.
Distinctive Markings: none

Personality: Audrey has her feet firmly planted. She's a bit headstrong but is not afraid to acknowledge mistakes. Once you get to know her she can be a great friend but because she is hard to crack, she often goes without friends. She has a sweet personality and is very studious, but she's not afraid to fight back. She enjoys company but is just as fine being alone. She loves the library (fitting, she is Ravenclaw).

History: Audrey's parents married young and had four children before they realized that they were never really in love. At this time, they had Mary (12), Houston (8), James (6) and Audrey (3). The father took the boys with him in the divorce and the mother raised the girls, Mary and Audrey. They never had enough money and never stayed in one place for long; the girls didn't have any friends but each other growing up, and they were nine years apart. When Mary grew to be eighteen years old she left Audrey and their mother. As an eleven year old, staying in a small flat above a printing shop, Audrey received her Hogwarts letter and set off in glee. She still keeps in touch with her mother but the latter is still confused about the whole idea of her daughter being a witch, and so the relationship, once somewhat strong, has faded much.

Sexuality: straight

Relationship Status: single

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Approved c:

[Gabrielle]

Thanks! :)

[[deleted user]]

You're welcome hun :3

[[deleted user]]

General Information
Name: Elizabetta Aria Colavito
Nickname Lizabette
Age: 15
Birthday 2nd February
Birthplace Lecce, Italy
Year: 4
Wand 9 inches, Unicorn hair, Elder
Blood Status Pureblood
Nationality Italian
Gender: Female



Appearance:

Face Claim: Unknown Girl
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Height: 5'4
Weight: 115lbs
Distinctive Markings: Elizabetta has her belly button pierced.



Personality:
Written Description: Elizabetta places a lot of importance and self worth on grades and intelligence. She feels if she doesn't do well in school she is a failure as academics seem to be the only thing she is good at unlike her sister who doesn't care about school and seems to be good at pretty much anything she tries. She is friendly and doesn't mind spending time helping out those in a younger year to her or tutoring those who aren't so smart. She has book smarts and street smarts so don't go calling her dumb. Elizabetta is a popular girl and is very bubbly which is a trait she shares with Serena. She finds it easy to make friends and is good at making people feel at ease. She isn't someone you want to get angry as due to her Italian heritage she has an awful temper. She is very passionate and can seem a little intense at times.
Likes:
Spending time with her family
Roses
Oranges
Blue
Swimming
Reading
Spending time with her friends

Dislikes:
French Cuisine
Lilies
Her sister's cat
Bacon
Pork
Beef
Jam


Strengths
Intelligent
Friendly
Tutoring
Teaching
Academics
Swimming
Languages - She can speak 3, French, Italian and English

Weaknesses
Sport's that require coordination
Dancing
Living up to people's exceptions
Letting her grandparents dictate her life

Best School Subject- Arithmancy



History:
Elizabetta is the second child of Angelo and Bianca Colavito. The Colavito's are a pureblood family but one who have lost nearly all their wealth. As is typical with most Italian families she was raised not only by her parents but by her aunts, uncles and grandparents as well. As an baby she was fussy and didn't settle well. It took nearly a year for her to be able to sleep through the night without waking the rest of the house up. She was also a sickly baby and got one illness after another before contracting meningitis in it's more serious form. She was immediately taken to Marettiga who was a healer specialising in serious illnesses in children. Marettiga tried to heal Elizabetta but the illness was rooted too deeply. So her parents took her to a muggle hospital where she stayed for two months. Once out the hospital her older sister latched onto her and she to her older sister. The two were inseparable. Her grandparents took over from her parents in being the girls main caregivers when Elizabetta turned 4 and starting to try and push the girls down the route they wanted the girls to go down as they wanted their wealth restored. So they taught the girls etiquette and ballroom dancing which Elizabetta hated. During her childhood years she fell in love with deep water swimming and diving after taking a few lessons. So her parents took her to the local pool as often as they could. Until her father got a new job with the french ministry and then the family had to move to France. Elizabetta enjoyed her year in France and spent as often as she could at the beach near their new home. It was at this time she started to like school as her teachers realised how intelligent the girl was and encouraged her to do the best she could and were disappointment in her if she didn't reach their expectations. After a year in France the family moved to England and again Elizabetta had to learn a whole new language which she picked up pretty quickly. Fast forward a couple of years and Serena was getting her Hogwarts letter. It upset Elizabetta to be away from her sister but she wrote regularly and told the family all about her house- Gryffindor and all her new friends. Lizabette couldn't wait to start but she had another two years yet. Her sister came home and they visited Italy for the summer. This time when the family left Lizabette didn't go with them and spent the year with her grandparents. Then finally it was her turn to go to Hogwarts. She was sorted into Ravenclaw and made a lot of friends. Nothing particularly exciting has happened to her during her school years but she hopes this year will be different.






Relationships and Family
Family:
Bianca Fia Colavito- Mother, 38 (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Serena Romia Colavito- Sister, 16 (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)] (Open for Creation)
Angelo Dante Coravito- Father, 45 (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Crush: Open
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single



Other: Owns a tawny owl named Bubbles.

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Name: Abigail Elizabeth Winchester

Age: 13

Year: 2nd

Gender: female

Appearance:
Face Claim: Lennon Stella
Eyes: brown
Hair: blonde
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 75 lbs
Distinctive Markings: none

Personality: Abigail is kind of shy. She is more the quiet, intelligent type. She doesn't like to talk about herself, and is very selfless. She is extremely kind, and always puts others before herself. She doesn't care what people's house or blood-status is. She would just rather everyone just got along. Part of that is due to the fact her parents are no longer together, and she always wished that everyone would just get along.

History: Abigail's parents had her before they were married. Things didn't work out in the end, and they never did end up getting married. They split when she was three. From then on, she was raised by her mom, but has always spent Christmas with her dad. Her dad was thrilled when she was sorted into Ravenclaw, as that is the House that he is head of, and also his old House. Her mom was proud of her, no matter what house she ended up in.

Sexuality: straight

Relationship Status: single

Other: Her dad is a teacher at Hogwarts. He is the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, and is the Head of House of Ravenclaw.

Her wand is 12 inches, dragon heart-string and silver birch wood.

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I really like her :)

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Awesome! Glad to hear it :) I still have to have Ella approve it, but she's done!

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Yay :)

[Gabrielle]

Name: Evening "Eve" Lambert

Age: 17

Year: 7

Gender: Female

Appearance: Eve is petite, she always has been, but she doesn't mind. She's naturally quite thin and small yet she appears older than she is; perhaps because of her mannerisms. She has a tiny, pointed nose and large eyes, light skin and a light spray of freckles across her nose; this is only visible up close, and not from afar. Eve's ears stick out slightly.
Face Claim:x
Eyes: dark green
Hair: dark brown, waist-length
Height: 5'3
Weight: 92 lb.
Distinctive Markings: tattoo of the word Brave across her left elbow, Deathly Hallows tattoo on her ankle, tiny triangle inside left wrist, tiny triangle outline inside right wrist, nose piercing, two ear piercings.

Personality: She seems quiet at first, but once you get to know her she's off-the-walls. She has an opinion on everything and she's not afraid to share her thoughts with you, regardless of how you'll react. She's headstrong and can be unpleasant but she's quick to make amends and is rather talented when it comes to this. She's charming and endearing once you get to know her but she holds a mean grudge if you cross her path.

History: Evening's mother was impregnated with her when she was in college; the father wanted nothing to do with the mother after that and Eve's mother signed up for Planned Parenthood. She gave her daughter away as soon as she was born without looking at her once.
Evening's adopted family was pleasant; the mother was kind though a little rough, the father was plump and sweet, and the two children, a year older than her and a year younger than her, were pleasant and she enjoyed growing up with them. When Eve turned eleven and got her Hogwarts letter, the family was sure she'd betrayed them by "choosing" to become a witch, and they disowned her; She misses them terribly still but enjoys the relationships she makes at Hogwarts and stays there as long as possible. She hopes to someday work for the Daily Profit.

Sexuality: straight

Relationship Status: single

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Name: River Blackwood

Age: 17

Year: 7

Gender: Female

Appearance: River can't tan, so she is very pale. If she tries she burns every time. Which makes sense considering her complexion. Anyway, River is thin and fairly tall. She has a few freckles, mostly on her shoulders. Her nose is very small and well...cute. River's hair is wavy and falls gracefully down her back, when she's not wearing it up in a ponytail. However it still reaches her waist when its up.
Face Claim: N/A
Eyes: Caramel Brown
Hair: Auburn, It's very long down past her hips
Height: 5'5
Weight: 92 lb
Distinctive Markings: Well, her ears are pierced, and she does have a tattoo Deathly Hollow tattoo on her right shoulder.

Personality: River is a bit of a book worm, hence the reasons she's a Ravenclaw. She is a bit of a nerd and is proud of it. She is very kind, but isn't afraid to stand up for herself or her friends if need. River is very confidante and isn't worried what others think of her. She tries to be friendly when it comes to meeting and interacting, however you don't want to get on her bad side. She can be rude when she wants to be. River has a strong love for magical creatures, she especially loves reading about them.

History: River was born into a wizard family, however her father was Muggle born. Thus she is a Half-blood. She grew up with her two younger sisters, each just a year apart making the youngest 15, and the other 16. When River was 13 her mother disappeared unexpectedly. No one knows where she went or if she's still alive. But other then that her life was fairly good. It made her third year at Hogwarts very difficult. She got through with top marks still, of course, but didn't have many friends that year. Now days though she is happily going to school. Her fascination with magic creatures has grown over the years. And River would some like to find a career in helping them.

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: Single

Other: She owns a Barn Owl named Fi

River's wand is 12 3/4 inches long, Dragon heart-string core. Made of Spruce wood, slightly springy.

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Evening Lambert- Approved!

River Blackwood- Can you give me a little bit more on her appearance? Like maybe one more sentence? Also, I need more sentences for personality- Maybe something like how she interacts with people she knows and doesn't know. And you don't have too, but if you could add just a tiny bit more to History, that would be very helpful. (Please comment on this thread when you update your character, because I can not tell when a comment is edited, only added.)

[Gabrielle]

Thanks!(:

[❍◦●○❍Brooklyn ❍○●◦❍]

Yeah I'll edit her

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You're welcome Gabri(elle)!



Thanks Brooklyn :)

[❍◦●○❍Brooklyn ❍○●◦❍]

Okay, how's that?

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Good, thanks :) Approved :)

[Gabrielle]

Name: Magnus Applewood

Age:18

Year: 7

Gender: Male

Appearance: Magnus has an oval-shaped face framed by dark hair that is always in need of being cut. He has big, dark brown eyes that are sometimes framed by glasses, but not often; he detests them. He's tall and of average build, and not particularly muscular but not fat either. He has an average nose and ears that stick out only slightly. Magnus is often found wearing jeans, black trainers, and plain shirts. He doesn't mind blending in.
Face Claim:x
Eyes: Dark brown, near-sighted
Hair: black
Height: 5'11
Weight: 138 lb.
Distinctive Markings: x

Personality: Magnus is quiet and keeps to himself mostly, but once he gets to know you and is comfortable around you he's very intelligently humorous and silly. Seeing as he is a Ravenclaw, he is very intelligent and studious. While he enjoys being silly around his friends he otherwise prefers to be left alone and unnoticed. He can often be found in the library, curled up in an armchair with a pile of books. He likes to help out the librarian. He's sort of a goody-two-shoes and the professors are all fond of him, which he sometimes detests but at the same time, it does help him keep under the radar.

History: Magnus's parents, Leigh and Aaron, met in a muggle university and began a steady courtship. They were married soon after they graduated from the school, and proceeded to have five children: Emma (27), Bridger (24), Liam (22), Magnus, and Xavier (14).
They raised their family to love books, and so they all did, especially Magnus; he was a studious, bright, intelligent child.
He was the only one of the five children to receive a letter to Hogwarts during his eleventh year. For a while, his older siblings treated him with resent because of this, for they longed to be a witch or wizard like their brother. How unfair it was, they thought, that he had this special trait and they did not.
It would completely change their lives.
Over the years, his siblings have grown to accept the circumstances a bit more, but they still tease him and refer to him as a "mudblood" at times, and they ask him lots of questions about the wizarding world.
After he graduates from Hogwarts, Magnus hopes to work as a photographer or journalist for The Daily Profit.

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: Single

Other: Has a pet owl named Arnold

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approved

[tori]

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[↛ ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ↚] Verity Janae Truman
[ nickname(s) ] Just Verity, but Ver works too.

[↛ ᴀɢᴇ ↚] 16 years
[ place of birth ] London, England
[ time of birth ] 3:18 p.m.
[ date of birth ] March 30

[↛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ↚] Pure-Blood

[↛ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ↚] Feminine
[ sexuality ] Bisexual or maybe Pansexual
[ relationship status ] Single
[ infatuation ] none at the moment

[↛ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ↚] Ravenclaw
[ year ] 6th
[ position ] May apply for Quidditch, but just Regular Student

[↛ ᴡᴀɴᴅ ↚]
[ core ] Dragon-Heart String
[ wood ] Elm
[ length ] 12 Inches
[ flexibility ] Sturdy

[↛ ʙᴏɢɢᴀʀᴛ ↚] Her dreams crushed--Not being able to amount to anything.

[↛ ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴᴜs ↚] Fox

❝I can do it without your help, thanks.❞

[↛ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ↚] Zoe Kravitz

[ hair ] Just-below-the-shoulder brown hair that she straightens daily.
[ eyes ] Dark brown that always have a certain edge.
[ height ] She is average at 5'5", though her heels make her at least 5'9"
[ weight ] She is a perfect weight of 124 pounds
[ skin ] She has smooth, light/medium brown skin that is virtually flawless.
[ distinguishing marks ] A tattoo on her shoulder/back.

❝Sometimes being alone is the key to being free.❞

[↛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ↚]
The thing that caught Verity most off guard about Hogwarts is that not everyone is as open and honest as she and her family is. Verity has often found herself in trouble with both professors and classmates alike simply because she doesn’t hold back her opinions. On top of that, Verity often has trouble wording things correctly, and things she says are often taken in a way that she doesn’t mean things to be at all. Often times, innocent conversations turn into a fight simply because Verity doesn’t know how to filter herself to be respectful of others. That being said, the girl is friendly and accepting, even though most people don’t see her that way. She knows that she’s not good at school, and her parents try to tell her that she needs to work harder, but Verity simply doesn’t care. She has one goal in mind, and she’s doing everything she can to make herself better so that she can go on to be a writer; everything else is just a waste of time.

[↛ ʟɪᴋᴇs ↚]
✔ Writing
✔ Solitude
✔ Rainy Days--though not for Quidditch

[↛ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ↚]
✘ Liars
✘ People who tell her she can't
✘ Fake people

[↛ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ↚]
▴ Honest
▴ Accepting
▴ Hard-working

[↛ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ↚]
▾ Blunt
▾ Flippant
▾ Unfiltered

❝Intelligence is what Ravenclaws' are made of.❞

[↛ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ↚]
Opinionated parenting is a perfect way to raise opinionated children. Verity and her brother grew up in a world that taught them never to hold their thoughts back, always to question, and always to seek the truth. Their mother hosts a popular news show on the WWN, and their father is a WWN producer who helps her closely with her show. They both worked at the WWN for awhile before they finally started to go together, but when they did, the connection they had was striking. Even now it is evident to their children, who will hear their parents up all hours of the night just talking back and forth to each other. Their connection is far more intellectual than physical, but they have been known to hold hands or kiss in front of their kids as well, giving both of them a very pleasant outlook on love and life. They've always had the rule that family time was time to talk, and Verity learned that the people that love you aren't going to judge you because of what you say—and that you can learn a lot from hearing what someone else has to say as well.

Verity’s brother went to Hogwarts first, and she heard all kinds of amazing stories about the place. When it was her turn, she was beyond excited, and hoped that maybe she could learn a lot from all of the different types of students who went there. It wasn't surprising that she was sorted into Ravenclaw like the rest of her family, and Verity was proud of the fact. Most people expect her to be very good at speaking and communication—but Verity's strong suit actually lies in the written word. She wants to be a writer, and she wants more than anything to work for the Daily Prophet. In fact, writing is one of the only things that Verity is good at. The girl can write an essay in record time, and she will receive amazing marks on every written thing she turns in--but she is horrible at any other type of work. In fact, the only reason she passes her classes is because her essays are so good, her marks stay high enough for her to move on.

❝I want to accomplish so much...❞

[↛ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ↚]
[ father ] Jamal Truman; 47; Former Ravenclaw; WWN Producer; ▪▪▪▪▫ [ love ]
[ mother ] Angela Truman; 47; Former Ravenclaw; WWN Show Host; ▪▪▪▪▫ [ love ]
[ brother ] Damien Truman; 17; Ravenclaw; ▪▪▪▪▫ [ love ]