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Student Applications / Maria Teodora Wittington
« Last post by Maria Teodora Wittington on 16/08/2018 at 02:53 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Maria Téodora Wittington y de Córdoba

Birthday: December 8, 1938

Hometown: San Angelo, Texas

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): Fifth (preferably). Sixth (if necessary).


Vivid yellows flowed into orange, filling out the shape of a canine-like creature. Red, heavily painted, defined its rearing form, as the head of a feline appeared to roar forward. Inky black eyes glinted and flashed.

Maria Téodora Wittington y de Córdoba was born on a cool, sunny morning at the Córdoba hacienda. She was the first and only child of Charles Wittington II and Adelita Esperanza Córdoba y Martinez, the second granddaughter to the Córdoba family, and to the Wittingtons… it didn’t matter what number she was. Her father’s parents had still not forgiven him for refusing the family horse ranching business and becoming a professional chef instead. Or maybe it was his persistent siding and defense of his sister that had been disowned many years ago that caused bad blood between them. Or maybe it was her mother. Though the Córdoba family was a prominent, pureblood line, well-known throughout America, they were also well-known in the family homeland of Mexico.

Whatever the case, Charlie's parents had not been present at his daughter's birth. But the whole of the Córdoba family had been, along with extended family and close friends.

There had been energetic talking, hearty laughter and dogs barking when she came into the world. Guitars and singing had started up at her first cry, and her mother had said she had been in such a hurry to hit the world head on, that her aunt had barely had enough time to catch her. Wrapped in a colorful, handwoven blanket, Téo had been placed in her mother’s arms, but it wasn’t her mother’s eyes she had seen first or even her father’s. Her grandfather’s loyal canine, a xoloitzcuintli, had stuck a curious muzzle in the way and sniffed, and brown eyes met her own.

Her grandmother hadn’t been too happy about that, but her mother had just laughed.

One large, broad stroke of green was smeared intermittently with cobalt blue, the paint sinking into the grains of wood. There was a splattering of vermilion, just on the outskirts of blues and greens, as if accidental.

It hadn’t been the first time she had played with paints, but it was the first time she took them out of her grandfather’s studio. It had large floor to ceiling windows and opened out into the courtyard. By the time her mom had found her (by way of following multicolored footprints), a bench, two steps of a stone stairway, a pre-Columbian artifact, and a door had all fallen victim to the four-year-old’s vision.

Hands on hips, surveying her daughter’s damage, her mother had risen both eyebrows at her. Téo was perched on the edge of a large fountain that lay directly center of the yard, squeezing what was left of green and red paint into the water and watching as the colors swirled and reflected in the sun. At her mother’s throat clearing, she had looked up, blinked away a much too intense gaze for a child and grinned widely.

Her mom sighed, “Oh, mijita,” but a slow smiled had begun to form. “I’m afraid your papa is going to return home to quite the hand full.”

From that moment on, with a wave of the hand or wand (depending on if it was her mother or grandfather), rooms had been transformed. Walls became canvases of varying textures, blank ceramics were placed here and there, and even the floors were given fresh tiles. Her mother was a muralist and her Belo an artist, both incorporating styles of No-Maj artists, as well as magical techniques in their works. They were supportive and thrilled at her early interest and enthusiasm.

The proud form of a crested caracara shone like bronze, gripping in its outstretched talon a wavy lightening bolt, seeming to be made out of molten turquoise. Looking closer, fines lines on the bird’s head appeared to be that of an old woman. Brightly colored textiles streamed in every direction behind the avian, a show of magenta, yellow-orange, and green. The strands vibrated on the canvas, as if enraged.

They had focused on still life. They often focused on still life. But Téo enjoyed her art classes, she did, and her mama had insisted to her that foundations were important. The classes were being attended in the No-Maj area of San Angelo, and often times, her little cousins would run to meet her before she passed into their village. The wizarding village of San Angelo had a smaller town, but much more expansive land than its No-Maj counterpart, and this is where the Córdoba hacienda was settled.

She was eleven, and most of her younger cousins were very little, with the oldest being just three years younger than herself. They really weren’t supposed to come out this far, but they got excited easily, and when Diego came running at her, she picked him up and swung him around a few times before balancing him on her hip. He was her favorite; tiny and only five, he had the sweetest smile she’d swear she’d ever seen. A small spider monkey would usually trail him, and she would end up with both of them crawling on her shoulders.

The shout hadn’t registered at first.

Not until it was called again, louder, and by more than one boy that she realized what the slur was. Téo had frozen for a full second, feeling the heat rise in her face. Breathing deeply through her nose, and feeling Diego grip at her shoulder uncertainly, Téo willed her feet forward, to move without looking back and ushered her cousins toward the barrier. She had to give a warning look to the oldest of them, Rosita, having caught the eight-year-old’s telltale head rubbing; it was something she did right before an angry outburst.

What came next seemed to happen in slow motion.

For a moment, she couldn’t understand why Diego had jerked in her arms and then began crying. Then a rock hit her - in the shoulder. They were shouting at them again. Handing Diego over to Rosita and guiding them around the corner where the barrier was located, she did a quick, almost automatic head count. Once satisfied with the number, Téo whirled around. The blood was thudding in her ears as she walked right up to the boy that had thrown the rock that had hit her baby cousin. Not the one that hit her, that was a girl, but him. He had a lot of freckles and a slight underbite.

She hit him right in his stupid underbite.

A week later, she was sent off to school to study magic, now that she was finally of age. When it was her turn to step forward, she came with bruised knuckles, and at once, one carving roared and the other beat its wings towards her.

Téo smiled, despite the busted lip.

A rolled up canvas was propped in the corner. It was blank.

The shape of the sheet was human and so very not human at the same time. The sheet never ruffled. Never twitched. The form was too still. She wasn’t sure how long she had been standing there. There was so much movement and noise around her. She had been at school, in class, talking about what she would be doing for her birthday. She was turning fifteen soon. The first snowfall of the year in Massachusetts had been that morning. But her mama had been ill. For a while. Téo had always been told it wasn’t that bad, that she would be getting better soon.

Her father’s appearance had been unexpected.

Téo hadn’t made it home in time.   

So she found herself standing there. Rooted. If she thought about what was underneath it… What was really lying on the table in front of her… A heavy, suffocating sickness filled her chest, creeped up her throat. She had to breathe. She had to…

Study the lines.

Téo’s eyes narrowed, that intense quality glinting in them, as she followed the sloping lines, the shadows of the lit candles surrounding the figure. The sheet was very, very white. It seemed stiff and not warm enough. That was wrong. Because what was underneath had always been so warm, light filled, and seemed to move in colors. This was wrong.

Just when Téo couldn’t breathe, she felt a hand, strong and steadying, grip her left shoulder. She knew her papa by the smell of worn leather, campfire smoke, and soap. Sometimes whatever food he had been working with would weave its way through too. But he hadn’t been cooking. He didn’t say anything, simply kept his hand on her shoulder, and she desperately wanted to lean into him, have him make it all go away. But she didn’t. She remained rigid, jaw set.

Dully, she realized the grandparents she never met weren’t there. They never even sent a letter. Even now, even this, and they still couldn’t show up in her life.

One year later…

She was still gone.

The move had been suggested by her aunt. A change of scenery might be just what they needed, especially for Téo, and there was a job opening already in the process of being secured for her papa. Téo welcomed the move with outstretched, empty arms - on one condition. If she were to completely uproot her life, and in the year she would be turning sixteen, then she wanted the freedom to choose her company in a foreign land: Tepi, Xoco, and Coyolton.

Her papa agreed.


House Request: Gryffindor, probably? But I could potentially work with whatever you all think is best.


Option I:

Her abuelita had been horrified to hear about how Téo’s new school had dungeons. She had wanted her granddaughter to come back home immediately, because why in - various saints’ names that she always blanked out on - did a school need dungeons? A fond smirk played at the corners of Téo’s mouth, just thinking about the elderly woman’s face. Her papa was in it for it with that one, she’d bet on that. Téo just assumed it was because it was a castle, and didn’t all castles have dungeons? Maybe it was a design requirement.

As she made her way further into the dampness, she adjusted the bag on her back more onto her shoulder, and a thought crossed her mind: then again, this castle was built for the sole purpose of teaching, wasn’t it?

Europeans were a little strange.

Téo’s dark eyes were roving every inch of the dungeon as she wandered, particularly watching the way the shadows from the torches bounced against the stone and back into darkness. She had come down here because, frankly, she had never seen a dungeon before. She’d never been in a basement even, and the whole sensory experience was astonishing to her, if a bit…pungent.

Her hand was halfway to her pocket, contemplating smoking to fight off the smell, when she heard footsteps. Pausing, Téo briefly thought about reaching for her wand, when she remembered that there were common rooms down in the dungeons. Not that that didn’t mean she wouldn’t need her wand, because with this place, who knew what was going to jump out at her?

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

Téo’s brow knitted and her hand fell away. Despite the impressive echo, she could tell the voice was small. Holding her hands up in a non-threatening manner, she came around the corner as easily as she could, and spotted the kid in the torchlight.

Hola,” her smile was warm, open, as it often was with children, “Just me. Not Emma Birch.” Because who the hell was Emma Birch? “My name’s Téo. Do you need any help?”


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Student Applications / ACCEPTED: Lia Ayres
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 15/08/2018 at 18:23 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted. Term begins on 1 September 2018.

Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Lia Ayres
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 15/08/2018 at 18:23 »
Dear Miss Ayres,

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

Term begins 1 September 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
Student Applications / ACCEPTED: Theodore Ptolemy
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 15/08/2018 at 18:12 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted. Term begins on 1 September 2018.

Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Theodore Ptolemy
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 15/08/2018 at 18:12 »
Dear Mr Ptolemy,

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

Term begins 1 September 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
Student Applications / ACCEPTED: Barclay Duncan Re-App
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Congratulations! This application has been accepted. Term begins on 1 September 2018.

Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Barclay Duncan Re-App
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 15/08/2018 at 18:05 »
Dear Mr Duncan,

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

Term begins 1 September 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
Hogwarts School Accepted / Lia Ayres
« Last post by Lia Ayres on 15/08/2018 at 04:28 »
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Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Lia Ayres

Birthday: August 31, 1940

Hometown: London, United Kingdom

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): 3rd or 4th


Lia was born the first and only child to Tony and Adeline Ayres, the perfect fit into their little family. Her father was a muggle and worked in construction, enjoying golf and reading the news when the work day came to an end. Her mother stayed at home with Lia, and concealed her magical status from everyone in her life at the request of her husband, including their daughter. See, Tony loved his wife, but though that magic was ridiculous and had no place in family life. Though Adeline never quite agreed, she did love her husband, so she agreed, living her life as a muggle.

The early years of Lia's life were about as normal as they came. She loved her parents, fairy tales, and music, though she'd always been a bit of a shy kid, always taking time to warm up to other children. However, all of that changed when she was six, and her mum became sick with cancer. She passed away a few months later, leaving Lia to be raised by a working father.

The years that followed were hard, but the Ayres family strived to make it as normal as possible. Lia's grandmother stepped in to take care of the young girl, a set up that worked well for everyone involved. She grew closer to her father, though she never felt the same sort of connection she had with her mother, something she'd never been able to figure out for the life of her. To fill the gap, she learned to be a little more outgoing in school and made some friends she could rely on.

But everything changed when she received her letter from Hogwarts. She was baffled how she could have had magic all these years and not known, but embraced the idea with the same sort of fascination that she had always had for fairy tales. Her father grew more and more distance as the date of her departure came, though at the time, she attributed it to him being worried about her going away for school for months on end.

All of that came crashing down when another student informed her that not only had her mother and their father known each other, but they had known each other from Hogwarts. Lia confronted her father, only to have it revealed that he had actually hidden her halfblood status her entire life. It damaged the relationship between her and her father, and neither seem to be willing to hear out the other's point of view. She learned to lean more on her friends and her books, disappearing into other worlds when she needed to get away from her father's harsh views of magic.

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

House Request: Hufflepuff is preferable.

Lia comes off as a bit shy, though she feels like she is more awkward than shy, as she just finds it a little strange to walk up to someone and just start a conversation about something. However, she is quick to warm up to others, and is an incredibly loyal friend when you've proved yourself worthy of her time.

She's generally easy going, but her insecurities can get the best of her at times. A lifetime of her father's high expectations and their lacking connection have left her questioning herself and her abilities, though she's working on this. She plays it off well, though, and is good at not letting it on more than she needs to.

When not spending time with friends, she can be found reading fantasy stories and fairy tales, playing chess, going for walks by the lake, playing piano, and enjoying a cup of tea. She usually won't admit it, but she also enjoys her school work, finding everything about magic fascinating. She can't sing to save her life, she's never been the least bit good at sports, and has a tendency to be stubborn when she's got her mind set on something. It takes a lot for her to lose her temper, but you'd best watch your back if you get on her bad side. She's afraid of the dark and of the creatures that live there, but she does her best not to let it on.

Lia is and has always been small and slight for her age. Currently, she stands at just 4'10, and her thin frame often makes her look even smaller. She's always hated being so small, especially as people always seem to think she's younger or want to pick her up, but since it doesn't seem like she's going to be shooting up any time soon, she grudgingly accepts it. She's almost always found in a skirt or dress, generally avoiding kid-like garments so people don't mistake her for younger than they already do. She wears her dark blonde hair long and down her back, though she ties it up when she's trying to actually accomplish anything. Her favourite feature of all is her eyes, which are a bright green like her mother'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."

The gardens weren't Lia's first choice when she wanted to get away from the stuffy walls of the castle and her mountains of unfinished schoolwork. She generally preferred to spend her free time by the lake, watching the water ripple against the shore and keeping an eye out for the giant squid that supposedly lived in there (she wasn't totally convinced - she hadn't seen it yet).

But when she'd made her way down to the lake today, she found it insanely busy, with students everywhere, ruining the tranquility and peaceful atmosphere she'd been looking for. The gardens had looked rather quiet, so she'd opted for that instead, making due with pretty flowers. It wasn't really that bad of a trade, if she was being honest. And it smelled better than the lake water did.

There was no one else wandering the gardens when she made her way over, wandering between the different plants and blossoms, trying to name as many of them as she could. Maybe she had been wrong about the gardens not being as nice as the lake. It was actually rather nice.

However, her peace was disrupted when an older boy started stomping around, making a racket and grumbling something about a rat and sticking his head in plants. Which didn't seem to be going well for him, if his sneezes were anything to go by. Lia wanted to mind her own business, but it was hard to ignore the older boy. What he was doing was kind of funny.

She tried not to draw his attention to her, but that didn't last very long. He snapped at her about staring. She was immediately taken aback, surprised that he'd be so rude when she'd been here first.

"It's not polite to interrupt someone's peace and quiet either, but you don't hear me complaining," she said, the words slipping from her mouth in her surprise before her brain could catch up to what she was saying. It was rather bold for the typically quiet girl. "What are you looking for anyway? A rat or something?"

She hadn't really been listening - or at least, had been trying not to - when he'd been talking to himself earlier, and she was kind of hoping that she'd been wrong about the rat. She'd never been big on rodents, something about them making her uneasy. But maybe it would be best to help this boy, and then he'd leave her alone to the flowers.

"Do you, er, want some help?"


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