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Zion Thomas

    (18/04/2018 at 17:30)
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Name: Zion Thomas

Birthday: October 14, 1941

Hometown: Bamburg, Northumberland

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): First or Fourth

Biography: Zion Thomas was born on October 14, 1941 in a small cottage on the coast of Beadnell beach in Northumberland. She is a halfblood, born to a witch named  Zubi Thomas and a muggle man named Adam Mohamed.

Her mother Zubi was the brightest witch of her age. She was known as an reserved little girl that hardly ever associated with others. During her school years, she attended and practiced at Uagadou School of Magic. Zubi received top marks in Alchemy, where she created a numerous amounts of healing elixirs. that healed her counterparts. After her school days, Zubi wanted to travel the world in search of different magic schools, but her parents wanted her to stay in her village to uphold the family’s darkest legend. Zubi raged a war within her family and village when she denied the curse of voodoo magic. She fled to South Africa where she met Adam Mohamed. After marrying Adam she went back to her home, where she was shunned by the entire village.

Muggle-born Adam lived in North America his whole childhood life. He was born in Minnesota and later when he was about 10 years old, her moved to California where he lived up into he went to highschool. During his teenage years, he lived in Texas. Adam went to school and became a doctor. Since he married Zubi Hassan, not much is known about his parents and his life in North America.

Zion has seven siblings. She has five older brothers and a younger sister. Her eldest brother AJ works as an Auror for the Ministry of Magic. Abel is in his seventh year at Hogwarts and her twin brothers Zahir and Zach are in their sixth year at Hogwarts. Her youngest sister, Elisha is only 6 years old.

Zion experienced magic at an young age. When she turned 7, she showed her first magical abilities by conjuring a small flower from her hands. Her parents didn't shy her and her siblings away from magic, instead they allowed the to embrace what is yet to come.


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

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality:At first glance, Zion is a quiet, shy girl. Living in the shadow of her older brothers, she grew to like solitary. Once you get to know her and befriend her, she could be the most fiercest, sweetest and bubblist child ever. Zion enjoys reading books (Muggle novels are her favorite). She also likes to pull pranks on other people with her brothers. She dislikes bananas and has a fear of spiders.

Appearance: Zion is a short girl with dark chocolate skin. She has brown almond eyes that coincide with her small, pointed nose. She has dark freckles on her face and hands. that compliments her skin. Zion adores her freckles and every chance she gets, she flaunts them for people to see. She has a jet black pixie cut because she didn't like to tame her previous curly, wild hair.
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Option I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.



Option 2: The wind blew lightly as Zion sat with her legs criss-crossed in the middle of the row of bright red flowers. She didn't particularly like flowers, but she admired their beauty and their aura of peace and serenity. They smelled wonderful as well. It was a nice day outside and what better day is it to read a good book in the sunlight? She had her copy of her favorite book and she was surrounded by nature. She couldn't have asked for more.

Zion was in a completely different world.

Her eyes was glued to each page of the book as it revealed the dark secrets of the main character. She began to fall in love with him every second. Even though her crush was only a character, Zion believed that he was a model for every single human—no matter what, they will always be a part of you hidden from the world whether it is good as light or bad as darkness.

For a tiny moment, Zion felt relatable. 

The flowers rustled a bit, interrupting her from heer thoughts. Zion looked around, searching for another person or animal, but when she didn't see anything, she thought nothing of it.. until it happened again.. and again.

Zion stood on her feet clumsily. She was beginning to get worried that something was out there in the midst of the flowers. The flowers rustled again and although she couldn't hear it, she saw it for the first time.

A cute little grey fellow zipped through the bouquets: a rat.

Zion chuckled lightly at the thought of a small rat attacking her. When the rat zipped through the flowers once more, she hurried to scoop the small animal up.

She raised the rat up, examining it close to her face. She stroked his head, deciding that she was going to keep it as a pet.

The wind picked up its pace as the flowers rustled again softly. A loud echo bounced through the air and the dirt circled around her.

Zion saw him before he could see her. She quietly hid behind the flowers, holding the rat in her hands as she spied on the boy. He wiped his nose. Was he sick? Did he have allergies? He seemed grumpy about it either way. Provoking him seemed to be the last thing she would do.


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."

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Zion Thomas

    (18/04/2018 at 17:44)
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Administrators please disregard this application. I have a most recent one. :-[

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