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Wren Coulter

    (31/12/2016 at 10:00)
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Application for Hogwarts School

Name: Wren Coulter

Birthday: 9 October 1930  (libra, horse)

Hometown: Somewhere in Chicago, too far back for her to remember

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): 7th, 6th
(She has been slight and small for her age for as long as she could remember which has made it easier to fit into years that she’s had to re-take.  At first, she had been held back a years due to her inability to truly concentrate on this world with magic, and being an orphaned muggleborn certainly hadn’t helped, but as time went on she likely repeated another year because of her ability to find distraction in all things but school.)

Wren still didn’t trust many people, but she was trying at least.

The problem was, some habits truly were hard to shake. The girl had started out with a kind of knowledge about the world and that knowledge had helped her to stay sane in the insane world she’d fallen into. Sanity was a must, right?

Besides, Wren didn’t mind it, not really. Trusting people just made it harder to leave, because to trust meant to gain friends and friends might lead to confidants, and it would be hard to up and leave if she had to explain herself around every corner.

Wren didn’t have a bad life, that wasn’t it. Wren simply didn’t fit. Still. After all the years she’d put in, she still didn’t feel like she belonged. She was comfortable, and she had a safe place to sleep. Jabari, her caretaker had been good to her, so had a handful of other adults that she’d been pawned off on. Wren had had a good childhood, but they all, Jabari and the lot belonged to a strange people and by extension so did she, apparently.

Yet… yet still she didn’t feel like such a truth applied.

It was the magic.

She’d been a fast learner, and had picked up on a thing or two over the years, but it had taken her a great deal of time to accept the fact that magic wasn’t something mentioned in a story book. The fact that Wren still expected to one day wake up and find herself back in the States, surrounded by a different set of hooligans, was a hazy yet very real thought.  It was normal. She was a survivor, and survivors waited for things to change so that they might reinvent themselves.

Now the question was, when were things going to change?

She had been a little street urchin; she remembered fondly on certain memories of that part of her life, and a suited stranger had changed that for her with words of a school and of an orphanage across the ocean.

She had been an orphan, and she’d adjusted quickly to those confines and then a scientist of sorts changed that reality; that part of her memory carried dull thoughts of repetition and scheduling and lots of questions.

She had been a new student being shoved off to boarding school; feelings of frustration winked in and out of her mind as she thought about the growing pains of honing magic and learning about the silliness that most might scoff at. Her lot anyway… her old lot. They would have scoffed and laughed at such talk of spells and strange creatures.

She was an older student now and she was waiting. She wasn’t a good student; failing her first year and struggling through the rest seemed to be typical for Wren, but apparently being a witch was in her cards. She hadn’t been kicked out, that was a plus. She hadn’t been abandoned, not yet anyway. She was almost feeling comfortable with the repetition of life now. And yet.

She knew it would change somehow.

That war had changed things. So had the appearance of those dreadful doo-gooders, the Hexenreich. Only time lay between the current state of her later years at Hogwarts and the new changes to come.

Who would it be this time? Who was going to swoop in and tell her that she was destined to go back in time, to go to space or to become a pet corgi?

A girl in a uniform, sitting poised on a log, laughed at some preposterous notion. No one would hear the carefree rumblings nor witness the big smile, because she didn’t often laugh or smile so freely when she knew people were around. Wren was no little girl any longer, but the workings of her mind were still too simple to feel comfortable within her own skin. She would likely continue all of the habits she’d developed so as to protect herself from her surroundings. 

The girl, nearly a young woman now, pulled up a book and peered at its pages. She would wait, she would continue learning, and she would be ready for the next change in her life to show itself.

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

House Request: Hufflepuff

Personality: Wren seems not to find too much trouble in making acquaintances, and maybe those acquaintances believe her a friend . She’s the kind of person that might flit from one table to another during great feasts, not lacking the confidence to bridge the gap between houses, but when asked for a real favor, a favor only a true friend might be willing to help with, she slinks into the shadows. She trusts in very few people and doesn’t feel the need in tricking herself otherwise. 

Appearance: Small for her age, Wren has mousy straight brown hair, and a sweet smile that she flaunts occasionally if she thinks it will get her something from the boys or from an angry professor.


Wren was shuffling through the dungeons casually. She’d met up with a friend and had taken the opportunity to get notes from her on their last class. Wren should probably feel ashamed that she’d made friends with a girl just so she’d have a reliable source of lecture notes. She didn’t. The girl was nice enough, it wasn’t as if gabbing about boys for a few minutes was especially mind numbing, but Wren likely wouldn’t have given the girl any notice if it weren’t for the class-sharing thing.

A friend was a friend, even if the relationship was one sided, and it was at least comforting labeling the girl as such.

Wren rounded a corner and noticed a girl just ahead, walking away. She didn’t think much of it, lots of students could be found in a school, obviously, but the girl’s tentative voice caught her ear.

Wren smiled slightly, shaking her head. Kids.

It took only a moment. She stepped around the corner and snuck up behind the girl. She wasn’t close enough to truly scare her, but she didn’t want to make anyone jump out of their skin either, so good enough…

“Boo!” she voiced abruptly, softly and waited for the girl to jump again.

A smile would meet the young thing, a mischievous grin, before Wren added, “Not gonna find that girl here, or maybe…” she offered to keep the ruse going.


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* Ella Galanis

    (31/12/2016 at 10:49)
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Dear Miss Coulter,

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

Term begins 1 January. 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