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Sepia Mallow

    (07/12/2015 at 02:12)
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Name:
Francisca Milada Mallow.

Birthday:
05 November 1932.

Hometown:
Boston, Massachusetts; USA.

Bloodline:
Complicated and debatable; depends on one’s definition of ‘Pure’. Muggleborn? Halfblood? Pureblood-y Squib-born?

Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Charms

Year (pick two):
Third, second, fourth.

Biography:
The Mallows were something of a discrete family. They were perhaps best known for their predilection for doling out disownment like birthday gifts, complete with sumptuous stationery decorated with overly ornate words:

Dear __________________,

Thank you for your time as a member of the great House of Mallow. Unfortunately, you have been disowned for the following reasons:

[   ] Intimate relations with Muggles and/or Mudbloods
[   ] Opposing viewpoints
[   ] Irreconcilable differences
[   ] Posing a threat to the House of Mallow
[   ] Bringing great shame and disgrace upon the House of Mallow
[   ] Other: _____________________________

We kindly ask that you no longer use the great name of Mallow. For the sake of posterity, please state your preferred surname here: ____________

Please fill out and return the attached documents by: ___/___/______.

Signature: ______________________

Thank you for your time.


(It was common practice amongst the disowned to, in subtle retaliation, change their surnames as little as possible. This was the case for such infamous cast-outs as Angus Mallowe and Charmaine Mellow.)

Perhaps it was cruel of the Mallows to do so, even hypocritical. (Indeed, the Mallow clan itself did not exist until Cearbhall Malloy IV fled to America in the 17th century upon his exile from Ireland.) The Deserters, they were called. But such was tradition, and so the Mallows continued.

It was therefore quite understandable that patriarch Abner Mallow’s decision to officially declare his Squib of a son Francis as the new head of the family sparked a great deal of outrage. And it was, of course, perfectly reasonable of the new patriarch to pull his beloved daughter out of Salem in these strenuous times and send her off to England, where such delicate matters would not worry her pretty little mind. After all, their precious darling would only be away for a month or two at most, right?


 

18 January 2015
Mallow home
London, England
Morning


Breakfast in the Mallow household on the eastern side of the Atlantic could hardly be qualified as a quiet or peaceful affair on normal days. Yet today held a particular clamor, for one Miss Francisca Milada Mallow had just received a very bad piece of news indeed.

“What do you mean I’m not returning?!”

Cisca nearly choked on her toast. Her voice was little more than a panicked squeak as incredulous chestnut eyes stared across the table. Uncle Boris appeared hesitant to respond, and swallowed another mouthful of eggs before finally disclosing, “Fraxinella, dear, it’s… a delicate situation that we are in.”

For a month she had been confined to the dreary streets of London, and all because some silly little threats had spilled from a Castoff’s mouth. Cisca had never been a patient girl, and every day had seen her longing for her return. She couldn’t just be stuck here, could she?

“But I can’t stay here forever! Not-Aunt Charmaine’s already been arrested! Why can’t I – “

“No, it’s just – Hexenreich is – well, this is a political matter, you see, and I only wish that your father had had the foresight to…” the man trailed off, a troubled look upon his face. An unreadable expression shadowed his eyes. “Trust me, dear, I’ve tried my very best, but, you cannot go home. Hexenreich will not allow it. I would never lie to you, would I?”

The truth was so very dreaded that she could hardly believe it. Yet she had never known Boris Mallow to be a liar; if he said that her return was impossible, then surely it was.

Protests faded to indignant mutters as the girl stabbed her fork angrily at her muffin.

(It did not occur to her that her uncle was, in fact, a very good liar indeed.)

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House Request:
Gryffindor, methinks; Cisca’s pretty daring and impulsive, and has a fairly strong moral code. If not, then Hufflepuff, probably, as the dear has a bleeding heart and is quite well-intentioned. She’s not a very good fit for Slytherin, as she has never been one for ambition or duplicity.

Personality:
Thirteen, for many, is an intermediate age that marks the beginning of the transition to adulthood. For Cisca, it has been the year when she essentially had to put her life on hold. Separated from the influence of her friends and peers, she has managed to evade growing up for the year she has been in Britain. Cisca remains a blithe, naïve child, and many would characterize her as somewhat immature. She is blunt and honest, and trusts too easily because she expects others to be the same.

The girl is capricious, yet stubborn; she often changes her mind on matters, but will never change it for others. Cisca has never been particularly subtle, and is quite bold and confrontational. Her outlook on life more or less embodies (dare I say it) “#YOLO”, for she lives for the present, bores of the past, and fears the future. She’s impulsive and reckless; though not the best at long-term planning, she’ll try anything once.

Though raised with strict purist family values, her parents’ status as Squibs has left her with a confused, ambivalent view on the matter. She sees the world in dark and light, and struggles to understand all the little shades of gray that make up the in-between. A sheltered American girl ignorant of foreign affairs, Cisca lacks an understanding of all of this “Hexing-Right” business, and would really just like to go home.

Appearance:
Cisca is a lanky, gangling child with dark eyes and a square face. Her dark blonde hair, kept long and curled, has always been something of a bother to her, and its continued existence is often threatened by her love of candles. Despite the lamentations of her mother and aunt, she has never cared much about appearances, and when left to her own devices usually looks rather disheveled.

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In her jaunty explorations of the castle, Cisca could almost forget why she was there.

From the moment she’d stepped foot into the Entrance Hall, the delightfully confounding halls had presented her with an irresistibly delectable challenge. It hardly mattered that it was just past curfew, or that the dungeons had been darker and more imposing than she’d expected. Francisca Mallow had places to be.

Socked feet (for she’d discarded her flats behind a statue after determining them to be far too noisy for sneaking about) shuffled across cool stone floors. It was honestly a miracle that the girl had not been caught yet, for the toad nestled in her arms was known to be quite a loud and persistent croaker.

“You know, Al,” the girl mumbled  to her companion, “the dungeons could do with some lovely scented candles. It’d brighten the place up, and maybe the stench wouldn’t be so awful.”

She wrinkled her nose at the noisome odor for the nth time, but was promptly distracted by her toad slipping out of her grasp. “Algernon!” she whisper-shouted, running down the corridor after her amphibian friend.

Or, well, she tried to. There were, after all, downsides to running with socks on. Shoeless feet slipped on the too-smooth floor, sending the girl toppling downwards with a mighty thud.

“Ow,” she muttered, silently cursing her pet. At least nobody had been around to witness her incident… right?

“Hello! Is Emma Birch here?”

Cisca froze, panicked, still splayed on the dungeon floor. She was surely doomed – oh. Finally she registered that the voice most certainly did not belong to a teacher, Hexing-Right, or Prefect. A Primary I First Year, perhaps?

She looked up (or as best she could from her position) but could not see the voice’s owner. Really, she thought, what sort of school had a dungeon, anyway? And why were dungeons always so… shadowy?

At last she remembered that the girl’s voice had asked a question, and responded, “No, don’t think so. Who’s Emma Birch, anyways?”


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Sepia Mallow

    (07/12/2015 at 02:14)
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Did I just put 2015 in the bio...? Oh dear. Whoops! Let's pretend that says 1946...
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(1946. Noted.)



Miss Mallow,

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

Term begins 01 January 2016. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and 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. We look forward to seeing you at the Castle.


Sincerely,


Headmistress
and if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free
to those who ground me, take a message back from me
tell them how I am defying gravity

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