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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Austin Felix Nadeau

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Sylvia Renn, Elsie Märchen, Lynn Basile, Artemis Foxe (WIP)

Character age: 25 (DOB: July 1st, 1927)

Character education: Graduated from Horned Serpent, Ilvermorny. Learned under various tutors until beginning to teach in 1947. Supposedly taught how to make The Best Poutine but has since lost the certificate to prove qualification.

Strength and weaknesses: Austin is nothing if not dedicated, as he will throw himself fully into something once committed and be determined to see it through to whatever end may come. Some may see this a bit of stubbornness as he refuses to give up and can have difficulty see the futility of his current path. That being said, his commitment to completion leads to a high degree of creativity in order to get the job done, and a flexibility to work on short timelines (also born out of his current career of a substitute teacher). Austin is generally extremely patient and polite (perhaps to a fault), trying to ensure everyone does well and enjoys their time. (Though, he is noticeably awkward while doing so.) With his positive attitude, Austin determinedly stays away from conflict and would likely start crying if someone began to yell at him, more much comfortable with passive-aggression that is more common where it’s too cold to move your face much. Though he would never admit it, Austin does have one fatal weakness: an angry Canadian Goose.

Physical description: Austin is fairly average when it comes to appearance. Standing at 6' 1" (he will fight you on that inch), Austin is of fairly light build and even lighter complexion. With dark brown hair, glasses, and facial hair that may be tinged prematurely with grey in the corners (that he Transfigures each morning), Austin looks a bit older than his fairly young 25 years but he likes to call himself 'distinguished'. With a tendency to fade into the background, Austin wears plain clothes, with a poorly knotted tie and shoes that have seen a few rough winters. Seen wearing shorts and sandals (with socks if it’s below ten degrees) much too early in the Spring and way too late into the Fall, Austin seems almost impervious to cold, but fear not, when the snow is threatening to fall through the windows and the wind is enough to blow someone over, Austin will pull out his trusty toque and matching scarf.

Personality: Austin is Very Awkwardly Canadian. With a passionate love for his home-country, Austin is essentially most things people expect from someone hailing from the land of Winter. Polite and unassuming, Austin tries to fit in as best he can without being awkward (which leads to him being very awkward). He just wants everyone to have fun and be happy, more than willing to be the cause is that to happen. Having many Canadian phrases and references, he is constantly astounded by the naivety of Britain when it comes to All Things Canadian including to blessing of cheese curds and True Maple Syrup.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Austin has two main reasons for wanting to teach at Hogwarts; to prove to Ilvermorny he deserves more than a temporary substitute professor position and to open a magical school in Canada (and be the Headmaster). Eh, okay three reasons. He wishes to return to Ilvermorny one day and believes working at the esteemed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to regain a professor role. He wishes to open a magical school in Canada because he believes it is the Best Place Ever, but also because of the unique magic that has the potential to be developed within the space between their mountain range and beautiful ravines. The major schools offer specializations and uniqueness that allows them to be at the forefront of magical education and Austin wants to find the powerful contribution that Canada could be to the future of magic.

Biography: Austin had a very normal childhood. To the point that he doesn’t really talk about it that much because there weren’t a lot of significant things. He enjoyed ice-fishing with his parents, playing shinny with his friends, and eating the whole bag of ketchup chips to blame on his younger sister. His parents were both magical, though there was a couple Muggles in distant relatives, a squib of a cousin, and he was fairly certain his great-great-grandmother had been a Muggle, though there’s no direct evidence of it. He was raised in a mostly-Muggly neighbourhood, meaning most of his young life was spent explaining away the odd things that happened with the sporadic magic young wizards have to deal with.

It was almost a relief to go to a magical school where everyone had the same oddity running in their veins, but it had really upset Austin to be so far away from home for most of the year. His time at Ilvermorny was uneventful, keeping away from girls, keeping away from guys, and generally trying to stay out of the way as he once apologized to a wall he’d bumped into. It goes to say that his grades, quietly competitive for the top of the class, spoke louder than he ever did.

Upon graduating, Austin returned to Canada in an effort to become involved in the private magical education occuring in richer homes. He dreamed of being a private tutor, working with one student at a time, and being able to tailor the program to their learning style. He had seen the amount of students that fell through the cracks of generalized teaching and wanted it be part of the change. However, Austin was unable to land a permanent position and was recruited back to Ilvermorny with a promise of higher pay and more steady hours.

His time at Ilvermorny was the most exciting of his life, seeing the other side of the school as a professor and being exposed to almost every subject as he stepped in a substitute. He waited every year for an open position but was never selected to move up to a full time professor when the time came, likely due to his innate ability to ruin every interview he’d ever been to. However, it was the year of 1930 that his life changed.

That summer he was tactfully told not to return to Ilvermorny the following term and politely asked never to come back after the Incident. The Incident involved Austin, a very angry Canadian Goose, poutine and the current Headmaster. He refuses to speak of it to this day, saying the experience would almost equally scar anyone he told. Thus, no one really knows the details of what happened on that fateful day, other than Austin was removed from Ilvermorny and found his one true weakness.

It just happened to be the same time Hogwarts was looking for a substitute professor and Austin heard through the teaching grapevine. With the chance to prove himself again as a teacher, Austin relocated to London (temporarily) to bade his time until Ilvermorny realized how much they lost with him and begged asked for him back.


SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

Oh, Morgana, he was going to be in big trouble. Huge trouble. Being invited to a game of shinny and not having skates with you trouble. He sprinted through the castle as best he could, taking advantage of his long legs as he charged up the steps almost three at a time. Austin knew three minutes ago he was going to be at least five minutes late and it definitely was not helping that time was moving faster than he was. “Beaver’s tail,” he muttered as he skidded around a corner, narrowly avoiding a ghost that he waved an apology to before running through them as they failed to move fast enough. (Ice shot through his body briefly, but it was familiar, a reminder of when his coat would lift up and the gust of wind would perfectly whip up his spine.)

“Headmistress!” Austin practically yelled as he burst through the door, right as the woman turned with an expression that could make cheese curdle (in the bad way, not the good poutine-melt-y-goodness way). He gulped audibly as his face settled into one of anxiety, bobbing his head with her statement.

“I am! I am, I am so so so so so so so so so so sorry, Ann-Professor Ivanova, it is so unprofessional of me. Um, but, you see, I was on my way here, and and this flock! A whole flock of them! They wouldn’t move from the courtyard!” His hands wrung together as he subconsciously tried to make himself smaller, shoulder folding towards himself. “And and, I was going to walk around them, really, and well it didn’t really work well because you see they must have smelled by muffin. I had to hex them! I hexed the geese!” He threw his hands up to his face in shame, mumbling through them, “It was terrible. They weren’t the other geese I know. They didn’t know what was coming!”

Dropping his hands (now nervously fiddling with the wand precariously stuck in his belt), Austin hesitated briefly before moving closer to the desk, wand shaking slightly as it waved to produce a few sheets of parchment. “I did bring lesson plans though! We should, um, make this quick. I should go clean that up … eehhh, should I go now? I could go now. Pukwudgie, I have to go now, don’t I. Someone else might run into them and oh by polar bear’s foot, who knows what would happen. Don’t want another Incident, eh? I’ll go now --” and Austin began his half-turn to leave.
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Adults & Children / Re: Rana Nettlebed // Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Calypso OHara on Today at 01:21 »
Make her 10 please!
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Adults & Children / Rana Nettlebed // Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Calypso OHara on 12/12/2017 at 07:16 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Rana Nettlebed

Gender: Female

Age: 8

Bloodline:
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Magda Fellwater & Atlas Nettlebed (NPCs)

Residence:
Foxe Farm

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Nope!

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Nope!

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Calypso O'Hara & Co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
"Look at her. That precious little thing." The oldest sister, Maia exclaimed. The baby giggled happily before kicking. Her little fingers wrapped around another one, the one of her favourite cousin, Pax. Rana was just over a year old and was already sheltered like the precious girl she was.

The years flew by, and Rana watched as each of her sisters, starting with Maia, left the house and only returned months later. This was closely followed by Vega, before her, all time favourite cousin, Pax, left the house for the wonderful world of Hogwarts.

Pax had come to visit them at Foxe Farm and was about to leave until a month later. Little Rana watched her sister's bustled around him, commenting on his eyes and whatnot, and the little girl barely understands. She was sitting at the side, tears welled up in her eyes because it was another month before she could see Pax again. Her lips drooped and a few stray tears leaked from her eyes before she finally decided it was time to say goodbye to Pax.

Tottering forward Rana hugged her little arms around Pax's legs, burying her face into them as she whimpered. “Will you bring me something special back from London?” Green eyes met pleaded with the older boy, her lip turned down in a fine pout. Pax's explanation came in in one year before going out the other. Tuning out her sisters, she buried her face in his legs once more, before finally letting go.

“We’ll all be going before September, anyway!”

Her older sister's words made her face fall even more, and tears once again welled up in her eyes. Hogwarts. Right. The school that took away most of her siblings from her for nine months a year. And Pax was going too. A gentle touch made her look up and the wink from Pax got her smiling again. She wouldn't forget him, and neither would he.


Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
Quidditch was... fascinating to her, to say the least. She was afraid of heights, but she loved flying. Kind of contradicting. Little Rana still hadn't made up her mind whether she should try Quidditch at Hogwarts when she goes there. She couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts, to be with her favourite cousin and all of her other sisters. Currently, she was the only one not at Hogwarts. Even Nashira was going to Hogwarts this term!

She was going to be lonely at home, the first time without all of her sisters. Her green eyes watched as the few boys dart around in the sky. Perhaps she should try it. After all, Pax was on the Quidditch Team. She couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts and be in the same house as Pax!

Her eyes back to the sketchbook and pencil she held in her hand, Rana began swinging on the swing. As she flew higher and higher, the pencil in her hand began to draw faster and faster. A quick sketch of the sky above with three boys on brooms was drawn. Rana was a talented artist, and she knew it. As the swing swung to a stop, Rana hopped down and began walking towards Honeydukes to look for her sisters.

"You! Do you want to play?"

Rana froze in her tracks, before turning around, her hair whipping around like crazy. Pointing to herself, Rana whispered, "Me? Are you talking to me?" Well, this was awkward. On one hand, she needed to find Nashira, on the other hand, she wanted to try flying and the girl seemed to have a broom. The girl seemed to be the same age as her too, so when she goes to Hogwarts, she might already have a friend.

Mind made up, Rana nodded, a beaming smile on her face. "Sure! Anything you want to play?" She let her eyes stray to the toy broom, hoping to hint the girl slightly.

OTHER
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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Emery Coburn on 12/12/2017 at 00:49 »
Character name: Emery Coburn
Face claim first name: Josephine
Face claim last name: Skriver
Link to accepted application/completed thread: http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=7900.0
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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Olette Clarington-DuPont on 11/12/2017 at 17:50 »
Character name: Olette Clarington-DuPont
Face claim first name: Joey
Face claim last name: King
Link to accepted application/completed thread: http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=7898.0
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Student Applications / Lou Undine
« Last post by LouUndine on 11/12/2017 at 16:12 »
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name:   Lou Karin Undine

Birthday:   16 September

Hometown:   Hampshire, England

Bloodline:  Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): First, Second

Biography:
If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long.




 
20 October- Undine family house, Hampshire

Lou Undine always thought the story of how her parents met was the most magical thing she ever heard from her father, Mikel Undine but... she was wrong.

Mikel Undine was a passionate photographer during the World War I. At the time, he partnered up with his journalist friend to travel to Japan to report on the Britain and Japan allegiance. After the report was taken, Mikel thought of buying some Japanese fabrics as a gift to his sister. He went a small fabric shop near the harbor. As he enters into the fabric shop, a woman welcomes him in with a smile. It was the owner's daughter for who he fell in love. However, the owner does not consent his daughter to marry Mikel. With a longing to be with each other, Akemi Akimoto and Mikel eloped to Britain. It was like a romantic prince and princess love story.

"Are you listening, Lou?" a deep, bass voice snapped Lou from her deep thinking.

"S-sorry Dad. What was it again?" she stutters.

"I'm applying you to Hogwarts, Lou. It's a school for wizards and witches."

"Isn't that a fairytale, Dad? Please stop joking."

"It's time to show you something I've been hiding from you and your mom, Lou."

Mikel sips his coffee empty and folds up the newspaper he's been reading.

"Come, Lou." he said as he stood up from his dining chair. "Let's go my office."

Lou stood up and went to follow her father to his office upstairs. Lou waits for the door to open as her father unlocks the door using his key, and walked into the room. Mikel went to his cabinet next to his desk and unlocks it with a key. The cabinet opened as Mikel snaps his finger, making Lou dumbfounded.

"W-What just happened?" Lou muttered.

"It's just a small trick," said Mikel while taking a case out from the cabinet. "This is for you. It's my old wand and I want you to have it."

Mikel opens the case and put the wand in her hands.

"It's time to tell you all about this, Lou."

It was this day that Lou Undine learned that her father was a Pureblood. He had cut his ties with his family in order to pursue photography in the Muggle's world. It was something he finds aesthetically pleasing than taking photos in the magical world. Since her mother is a Muggle, Lou Undine is a Halfblood.

That's the start of her journey as her father taught her the life of a wizard and a witch. She learned little by little about magic. As an intelligent child, Lou was having a remarkable progress in learning and got an interest in potion-making. With the help from her dad, Lou's application has been sent to Hogwarts. Day after day, Lou was worried over and over again that she might not be as good as other kids that are applying for Hogwarts. The day the letter from Hogwarts came, Lou nervously opens the letter. With one look at the letter, she ran up to her father's office. She slams the door open and said,

"I'm a Hogwarts student now, Dad!"
 
 
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Can you make it a surprise?

Personality:
Tell us a bit about your character’s personality (likes, dislikes, fears, etc.) What are they like on a good day versus a bad one? Is your character particularly cheerful? Do they hate sunlight?

Calm and Collected
It was something her father said, "the calm minds always think better" that makes her try to more calm and collected. She is very calm in situations that she experience and that she can control. But sometimes, when things get out-of-control and getting more dangerous, she will get panic.

Quiet to strangers
She doesn't like to talk to strangers a lot. She will only talk to people that are close friends to her or her favorite teacher. Hence, she will not be the one to start conversations with people out of her circle of friends. But if anyone talks to her, she will talk with them out of her kind nature (though she really don't want to have a conversation at all).


A Humble Intellectual
She doesn't speak much about her knowledge to anyone unless anyone asks her. She likes to keep her understanding and ideas to herself. However, if any of her close friends needed her help, she will gladly help them with studying, advice or anything.


Curiousity
Her curiousity sometimes sparks her naughty side of being a smart girl. She knows being curious at times is a bad thing but she just, really, really, really wants to know badly. Her dad knows there's no way to stop her curiousity until he shows her the spells that she wants to know. She would quit being curious if all the ways of getting what she wants to know is blocked severely.

Appearance:
Briefly describe your character's appearance (hair color, build, stature, etc.) What effect does it have on their personality? For example, does the shy Ravenclaw girl secretly dye her hair black because she hates her natural blonde? Does the curly-haired Gryffindor use charms to hide his freckles?

Lou Undine is quite to the petite side of average compared to the kids in her age but her facial feature's looks quite mature for her age. She got her facial feature from her asian mother and a little resemblance of her father's ears and eyes. Lou always tie her black straight hair back when she's focusing on a physical task or studying. She wears  glasses rarely. It's because she finds that it annoyed her at times when she's focusing, she would use charms to help her eyesight everyday. She is a fair skinned just like her mother.

Lou is a simple girl who wears anything nice-looking and comfortable clothes. She always wear neat clothes, occasionaly throws in her favourite emerald green or blue ocean color in her wardrobe. She would always wear a sterling silver dove necklace under her clothes.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.
Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to stare you," Lou said while lowering her gaze.

She stood quietly for a few seconds. Her hands started to grip her books that she hold near to her chest hard as if she is mustering up her courage to talk to Hugh. I hate to talk to him, but I have to help him, don't I? Lou thought, trying to convince herself. Lou took a fast, deep breath and said,

"There."

She pointed towards a greenhouse near the flowerbeds while she looked at Hugh meekly.

"I saw your rat ran there. Do... do you want me to help you find your rat?"

She pulled her hair behind her ears, waiting nervously for Hugh's answer.

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None

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Student Applications / ACCEPTED: Emery Coburn
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 11/12/2017 at 11:30 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted. Term begins on 1 January 2018.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=7900.0
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Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Emery Coburn
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 11/12/2017 at 11:28 »
No worries, thanks for clarifying!



Dear Miss Coburn,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins 1 January 2018. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.


Yours sincerely,

Ella Galanis
Head of Ravenclaw
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Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Emery Coburn
« Last post by Emery Coburn on 11/12/2017 at 04:15 »
Wow. I apologize. I'd changed her brothers names, and apparently my brain wasn't working, and I overlooked that line. Yes, Ramsay and Fionnlagh should be Wesley and Tobias. Sorry for the confusion!
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Student Applications / Daphne Pernille
« Last post by Daphne Pernille on 11/12/2017 at 03:04 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Daphne Estelle Pernille

Birthday: January 2nd

Hometown: A big bustling city that she doesn’t care to remember, but now the English countryside.

Bloodline:
Muggleborn.

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): 1st, 2nd

Biography:

In years past, lavender found its way under Dorothea’s pillow and honeysuckle splayed like prayers between her fingers.

Herbs are a difficult catch in the city. It’s a feat just trying to navigate through the smog, trying to dodge hoity-toity sirs and dames, but Doris made do with the skills she had stuffed haphazardly in her pocket. She keeps her eyes open and takes out each talent one by one to sharpen them up, of course, she’s a jack-of-all-trades, one of the boys. She wasn’t one those mouse girls tucked in a street corner, begging for money and ribbons with a pitiful flutter of their frozen lashes. She wasn’t.

It was the life Danielle lived until she was nearly eight years old, and it was one Deborah was quite fine with until that Bellona came along.



“What’s this?”

A pamphlet. Those rotten kids made a freaking pamphlet.

Daphne found it crumpled in a tree hollow, titled THE SYKICK ROUND THE BEND in bold red crayon. God, and they couldn’t even spell “psychic” right. She didn’t have enough patience or alyssum for this. See, Daphne had been totally right when she told Bel that they shouldn’t move where there were stupid country folk doing stupid country things like living off the land and government resources. Oh, that Bellona.

“C’mon, blondie, spit it out.” She tapped her foot just to get her impatience across.

“C-can’t you read?” stuttered poor little Mary-Alice Honeycutt. Oh, Daphne could, but not even a man with eagle vision would be able to read this ATROCIOUS HANDWRITING AND MISPELLING. A scowl and a glare and a raised hand later, Mary-Alice explained that it was all in jest. “B-but, that psychic you live with, she’s different. Haven’t you noticed?”

“She puts tomato sauce in her scrambled eggs, of course she’s different, you dumbo,” Daphne scoffed.

Behind her back, she dropped a single basil leaf to purify the forest of stupidity.



A creepy baby, a buttercup-yellow living room, and overpriced readings for horoscopes.

Damaris had no choice but to admit that this Bellona was one weird lady.

Pushing away her third cup of tea, the girl shook her head and briefly met Bellona’s puppylike gaze. “You don’t need to do this for me, miss,” she mumbled beneath a new itchy scarf. Curse this hospitality. “I’m just a kid. A street rat. People don’t care for us--”

“Pish-posh! Wait did I use that right?

Oh god, she used the word pish-posh. “Um.”

“If my baby had ended up in the streets,” tiny Marmara blinked slowly, sleepily, at the attention, “I’d save him in a second. No! Less than a second--a millisecond! What’s smaller than a millisecond, hmmmm…”

By then, Dora had turned her attention to the moving pictures of Marmara on the walls. A handful of gold coins spilled out of a velvet pouch on the kitchen table. The blinking matryoshka dolls sitting primly on the mantelpiece.

Donna was frightened. Better yet, Diane was intrigued.

“Can I live with you, miss?”

“Oh! I was hoping you’d say that, I need so much help around here, D--” Bellona shut her mouth so abruptly, stilled so quick like a living statue, that Daria was scared that the magic was too strong here. It had ruined its maker, and her own herbs would not be enough. Pennyroyal. Peppermint. Rosemary. Valerian. A small gasp paled her complexion like the fog of her own breath in winter.

“What’s your name again?”

She blinked and pressed a piece of yarrow between her palms. “Da...phne.”



Sometimes she thought how Deidre and Delia and Delilah were way better names than Daphne, but Bellona was so easily confused by her moving identities that Daphne had no choice but to stay as Daphne. Unfortunate. So unfortunate.

Still, Daphne crushed a sprig of oregano beneath her nails and wished such negative thoughts away. She had a middle name and a baby brother now, and she had to be happy.



“You want to go?” Bel asked softly.

Daphne stared down at the letter. Dear Ms. Pernille, we are pleased to inform you…

And to think that she thought she was a Jones this whole time.

“I do,” she whispered. “I really, really do.”

Angelica, bay, chamomile. Bellona left the room and returned with a pack of cards in one hand and the house cat in the other.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Up to the hat.

Personality: A mostly no-nonsense girl with extreme devotion to the magical uses and symbolism of herbs, enthusiasm to learn everything about magic, and loyalty to Bel Fioralba, the woman who saved her from the city. She has a rough exterior but is easily whisked away by promises of mysticality. A sort of survivalist by nature.

Appearance: Brown-skinned, curly-haired, freckled, and short to boot.

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Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."



Hogwarts had multitudes upon multitudes of herbs. Much of them in the dungeons where potions bubbled with a pungent smells, many in la clinica where broken bones were set and student lives saved, a lot a lot a lot growing in the greenhouses where sunlight filtered in on broken clay pots. It made sense anyway, for where else would you find them?

(Daphne’s book bag, for example.)

Now she searched the gardens, wondering if it was only pretty flowers and trees or if there were surprises between the crystal leaves, and Daphne was having quite a bit of luck. Herbs could be anything, really. Lemon, black walnuts, celandine, holly. Today, she’d written a letter to Bel with samples of herbs she found pressed against the pages.

Daphne bent down to pull a flower from its host and held it close against her eye. It might have looked a little silly from afar, seeing a girl appraise the value of anything that grew from the earth, and for that, she laughed. Saffron, blue as violets with waves of red sticking out, held that power. Plucking a few more, she pushed them into her flowing pockets and went on her way.

The next thing on her list was marigold, and that would be an easy find. Daphne turned a corner and--oh.

“Hello, ma’am,” she nodded at the rat that now crossed her path. “Lovely day, isn’t it.”

Deep in her heart, Daphne was screaming.

She blinked as it scampered away, and trusting the intuition of such curious animals, Daphne followed despite her still screaming heart. “Where are you going?” The girl sped up in increments, following the ever-so-wise rodent, until she nearly ran over a stupid boy wiping up snot with his sleeve as the rat scurried past. GROSS!!!

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Still traumatized by his act of utter depravity and wickedness, Daphne screeched, reached into her pocket, and pulled out a handful of two things: ginger root for the cold and beans to ward off evil. If you hadn’t guessed, she threw them in his general direction and hoped they hit them square in the nose with the ginger going first and the beans everywhere else. “BEGONE!”

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