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Application for Hogwarts School

Name: Noel Pollux Delaney

Birthday: 17 June, 1930

Hometown: Cardiff, Wales

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Summoning

Year (pick two): First


September 12th, 1937
St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Day 255

She walked over to him in a manor that most ladies did, with a sweet in one hand and a vial in the other.  His blue eyes watched her hands like they may have been weapons, and in many ways that was just what they were.  Those hands were all the child feared, and all he craved, but his grip upon his brother would not waiver, not for all the treats in the world.  Leon on the other hand, was always crafty and had always been better at getting what they needed.  He was always stronger.  The Healer’s legs moved slowly, tentative as she approached.   Leon struck when she was in range, snatching the candy right from her hand and pushing it against his twin’s emaciated chest.

Noel clutched the chocolate, but his small hand had not yet released the other boy’s shirt.  He Healer’s hand moved, reached and Noel startled.  The chocolate was forgotten, drooped to the floor as tiny arms grabbed Leon with both hands, pulled him backward to the corner where he clawed at the floor and wailed like a trapped animal. 

“Oh, boys, I won’t hurt you. Please, its okay.” Her words were coos, soft and as gentle as a bird, but they did nothing to ease the stress.  “You’re safe now,” She assured.  He had heard it several times already, and trusted them less each time.  “Won’t you tell me your names? How old you are?” Noel hissed, staring at her with an unwavering gaze. 


His brother’s voice was hoarse, and it shocked the elder twin to hear it.  He had been dying just a few days ago, so sick that he could not move and he coughed so hard it made Noel’s own chest hurt. 

“And Noel.”

“How are you feeling, Leon? You were quite sick two days ago.” She asked in a voice that dripped with kindness, and Noel’s grip on his brother only tightened.  Noel remembered two days ago.  Two days ago a stranger came to their home, saying they would help.  Two days ago strangers took his brother, sick and helpless, and disappeared into thin air.  Two days ago strangers came and took them from home and brought them to this place… this strange, frightening place.

Two days ago he had been separated from his brother, and for those two days Noel sobbed.

“He’s fine.”  His own voice was raw, throat aching from how much he screamed and begged for his brother.  They said he was sick, said he needed help.  They said he was fine and they said so much it made the boy sick.  It had only been hours ago that his cheeks dried and his brother was back at his side.  Noel would not let him go for anything.

“Would you boys tell me what happened? How long have you been alone?”  Maybe it was because they had not spoken before that she was asking so many questions, but Noel felt more inclined to answer with Leon safely in his arms.

“We’re waiting for Mamai to come home.”

“And Daddy.”

“And April.”

“They left after Christmas.”

“They’re coming back, we have to wait.”

They had forgotten what it was like to speak to anyone but themselves, so finishing each others sentences and speaking as if they were one voice was natural.  She asked how long, but he could not find a time.  He did not know what the day was, nor did he have a real idea of how many days had passed.  He only knew it was many, and the woman seemed to agree.  She whispered something to herself, looked worried and concerned.

“Tell me about home…”

September 14th, 1973
Delaney Home

Father’s voice hung in the air, filling the room with drama as the fire crackled and popped, only adding to anticipation that filled the two children seated on his lap.  The eldest’s fingers traced the pages of a freshly printed script, turning to look up as the words flowed out of his father like water down stream.  So elegant and delicate, crafted with perfection that grabbed the boys and threatened to never release.

“-but the princess was brave and naught a soul alive was strong enough to break her will.  As the dragon loomed ever closer she exclaimed - !”

“You shant kidnap me this night, dragon!” Their mother’s voice cut through from the kitchen, apron hanging loosely from her neck, fingers covered in flour from the evenings baking.  She grinned from the doorway of the kitchen, laughing along with their father.

“Mamai!” Leon had shouted, almost scolding as father had paused in reading to bellow a laugh.  “Da!” He wanted the story to continue, just as badly as Noel did, even if the older twin just pointed to the page and urge his father with silent gestures. 

Suddenly strong hands found each boy’s knee, the hands squeezed the small legs until both boys were squealing with laughter, tiny hands trying to pry apart the tickling fingers.  “Get the dragon!” His twin had shouted, and Noel fought back with tiny pulls above his roaring laughter.  From behind another stalked forward, and suddenly the battle turned, no longer just a war of two against one, but three on one as another princess joined.  “April!” The elder sister, only three years above the boys, began to tickle their father from behind.  Before long all had found their way to the floor, the children on top as their father begged for mercy from the brave knights and noble princess.

“Alright boys, time for a bath.”

“But Mamaaaai!” They both whined in unison, “Knights don’t need baths!”

June 20, 1974
Delaney Home

Da! He BIT me!”

“No I didn’t, he’s lying!”

“I am not! Look! You can see!”

The eldest twin held out his finger as evidence, but nothing could be seen to prove his case.  The man laughed and reached up, pulling both boys until they were against each other and on his lap.  “Boys,” He started in a voice that always sounded like the beginning of a wonderful story, “Do you know why you are twins?”

The pair looked at each other.  Noel stuck out his tongue.

“No, Da. He’s a butt.”

“I am not!”

“Shhh,” He hushed them both in a tone not to be played with.  The man put his hand on Noel’s shoulder, the other on Leon’s head.  “You are both so lucky, and very special.”  He had the boys interest almost immediately, the will of the storyteller more powerful than their argument.   “You will always be part of one another.  You are two parts of the same whole, you share a bond deeper than any other.”

“But he’s mean to me!”

“He starts it!”

“Well he’s a cry baby!”

To that, Noel’s eyes moistened and his father kissed his son’s forehead.  “You are named after the twins of the constellation Gemini.  When you were both very little I remember you almost broke your arm, Leon,” He looked at the boy who was once again silenced.  “You had many cuts all up your arm,” His hand ran up the child’s forearm, as if he was looking for scars. “And look,” He turned to Noel, touching the same arm where identical scars could be seen.  “Your bond is so deep, love so fierce, you couldn’t stand to see him hurt, and so you shared your brother’s pain.”  Noel exchanged a glance with his younger brother, for a moment he frowned, turning his gaze to his own arm and the scars upon it.   Leon reached out and touched them, their father’s voice softly continuing, “just as Pollux gave up his immortality to save his brother’s life.”

The twins exchanged glances and then turned back to their father.  “You are special, boys.

Never forget that.” 

January 9, 1937
Delaney Home

Day 9

Soft blue eyes struggled to peer over the window’s edge, small fingers digging into a wooden ledge and toes push to their very tips.  He had been watching for three days, peering through the wood and waiting for the sight of his mother and father, coming back after a trip, realizing they had forgotten to take the boys to the store.  They were coming back. 

“They’re not coming back.” Leon’s voice was soft but grave with hunger.  How long had they gone without eating?  They were nothing but children, and on the first day without the knowledge of their parents or sister they gorged on left over holiday candy and chocolate that was left in dishes around the house.  The second and third day boxes of cereal and cookies and crackers from the cabinets, empty containers discarded when the trash bags were too full. 

The fifth day the ice box was opened, cold left overs and fruit filled empty bellies.  The sixth, Noel spent the day throwing up, bent over the toilet and crying for Mamai to take care of him.  Leon never left his side, rubbed his back and brought blankets for him to sleep on the floor. 

By the eighth day the food supply had run cold, and both boys stayed curled up on the bathroom floor, blankets and pillows creating a fort of warmth with a few pieces of stale bread between them. 

“Don’t say that,” His own voice was raw, days of crying himself to sleep as they waited.  They had only forgotten.  They would come back.  They’d open the door and be angry for what a mess they made.  They’d come back, April would be with them and they’d laugh and make dinner and everything would be back to normal.  “Da’s coming back.”

Everything would be back to normal.

“They forgot us, stupid!” He snapped it in a voice too harsh for his brother and Noel began to cry.  His twin stepped closer, wrapped thin arms around an equally thin body and sighed.  “Don’t cry, Noel… don’t cry,” He was acting the part of the older, acting like the protector, acting like the adult.  Small fists rubbed at red eyes, forcing the tears to stop and small hiccups to replace them. 

“I’m supposed to-“ hiccup, “-take care of you. Da said.” He stared back at eyes identical to his own, wishing for days of playful wrestling and blissful happiness even where Leon would always best him.

“We’ll take care of each other.”

February 27th, 1937

Day 58

A sunken face, shallow cheeks held not an ounce of fat turned on a dirt-covered pillow.  The room was filled with the morning chill, clouds forbidding the sun’s rays from shining and warming the small room.  Noel felt hunger claw at his stomach, chewing at his organs so fiercely it stirred him from the first sleep he had truly gotten in days.  He yawned before opening his eyes, quivering as a small arm lazily reaching outward for his brother’s warmth.

No body was felt, and pale blue orbs shot open as his body sat up so quickly it made him dizzy.  “Leon?” The silence ate at him, consumed him and left him feeling such pain that he doubled over where he sat.  “Leon?” He croaked the boy’s name again, struggled to bare feet and he began to search.  He tore apart the room, lifted blankets and opened closet doors.  “This isn’t funny,” He whined it, running to the next room and searching that one just as thoroughly, calling his brother’s name a third time.

The tears started when the name fell from his lips a seventh time, now a shout, a scream that ripped through the entire home and only amplified the silence.  The last room to look through, their parent’s room, a door that had been closed since the beginning.


Small legs brought him outside, the brisk air and frosted ground cut through him like butter and still he did not stop.  He screamed again, more helpless than the last.  The anxiety tore him apart, the fear of being alone, the fear of being abandoned again was too much for the boy to handle.   He began to run.  He ran hard, searching the woods until they were no longer familiar and the sounds of the dark forest grew loud. 

He still ran even as his legs burned and feet became numb, and now he felt as though something was following him.  He didn’t care, let him be taken by whatever took his Mamai and Da, and April and now… now his dear brother.  The darkness was unbearable.  He screamed for Leon once more, and he could have sworn he heard a reply.  But it was long in the distance, it was so far and so faint with the ringing in his ears.

So suddenly something grabbed him from behind, its arms swallowed him and forced his legs to stop, and only then did he realize he had fallen to his knees.  “Its okay! Noel! I’m here! I’m right here!” Leon’s voice pulled him out of the depths, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.  I got food, I found us food.”  The prospecting of eating, after days of having an empty belly, would have been a miracle a day ago.  It paled in comparison to wrapping his arms around the solid body of his brother and having him return the favor.

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Personality:  Given the state of his childhood, Noel has trouble socially connecting with people. He looks at everyone, other than his brother, with distrust. ‘What do you want from me?’ ‘Why are you talking to me?’ ‘What are you getting out of this?’ ‘Will you take my brother from me?’

He is very quiet and introverted, and has great anxiety when placed in stressful situations. Despite this, Noel would do absolutely anything to keep his brother safe, with little regard for his own safety. Leon is everything to Noel, bordering on the unhealthy and obsessive.  Without Leon, Noel feels as if he is half a person, missing something that can’t be filled. Though, lately, he’s been feeling that way even with the comfort of his twin.

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This was not pie.

The meal in front of him was a piece of untouched cake, with frosting that already began to melt down the side. The fluffy, white sponge within was dotted with strawberries that oozed with what promised to be tremendous flavor.

Noel did not touch it. Not because he did not like cake, on the contrary, he very much enjoyed it. But he did not want cake, he wanted pie. In fact, he specifically wanted pumpkin pie, and the table had a serious lack of the orange dessert. He glanced across at the other tables, poked at the cake with the tip of his wand as if his will alone could change it to pie.

His attention, however, shifted as the cheers began to break out. His entire body had tensed at the loud shouting, and his hand instantly sought his brothers. “I want to leave.”

With that, without waiting for his brother to move with him, Noel collected his books and began to move out of the noise and away from the hollering that made his heart race. Just as he was moving, a bot stopped and shouted, and all the color drained from round cheeks. He took a single step back, for the briefest of moments searching for where he could hide.  Instead, he stood his ground, and stared at the taller boy. His brows knitted together and after he’d finally taken a breath, he swallowed, dryly stating, “I don’t have a camera.”


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