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Student Applications / ACCEPTED: MAGEE, Aengus
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 05/08/2017 at 09:44 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted. Term begins on 1 September 2017.
Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: MAGEE, Aengus
« Last post by Ella Galanis on 05/08/2017 at 09:44 »
Dear Mr. Magee,

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

Term begins 1 September 2017. 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 / Ryan Olivier
« Last post by Ryan Olivier on 05/08/2017 at 07:39 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Ryan Olivier

Birthday: August 2nd, 1937/38 13/14 years old

Hometown: Stagsden, England


Magical Strength (pick one):

Magical Weakness (pick one):

Year (pick two): 3rd/4th

If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long.
Ryan's first decision every morning when he awoke in the small cottage occupied only by Ryan and his mother, was whether he would attend school that day, sit in his room enamored with a book, or go out to explore the forest less than a kilometer from his house. These were the three things that occupied nearly all of Ryan's time in the small village of Stagsden. He had only begun skipping his schooling around the age of 8, at such time when he realized he far outperformed his classmates and felt no initiative to return to the classroom. Once, after a substantial absense from the school, he decided to return, and found that they were studying a mathamatics textbook from the local library which he had already breezed through a few months prior. After that day he found he only decided to go to school after a particularly pouty expression from his mother, who had told him since he could remember that he was brilliant. This praise he believed was well earned, but also left him with an ego that made him turn away from most other children. On the few days in which he did go to school, he was boisterous and rebellious, earning him the admiration of some of his classmates whom he attempted to befriend, but realized quickly that he tired of their company. They did not think in the same way as him, it seemed to Ryan. The large attitude that he portrayed in school, was quickly shed while he read his books, or traversed his forest. His remaining two options were those that held the most of his interest. After becoming exhausted of glancing through the dusty academic tomes of the library, Ryan became truly engaged with any and all stories of life changing adventure, particularly the stories of religious figures (especially buddhist monks) from distant countries who traversed through the world on spiritual journeys. Not that he exactly exemplified buddhist attitude, nor did he believe in the religion per se, but he did enjoy the adventures of the buddhas who seemed to understand things which Ryan wished he could know. These stories were definitely part of his inspiration to constantly go exploring in the Hanger Woods near his house. Ryan always felt that there were slices of life still hiding from him, which he had come to believe that he could only discover after embarking upon certain trials. "What trials?", you may ask, but Ryan had not the answer. He knew only that it had something to do with the soul, and adventure. However, due to the fact that his mother always wanted him home after sunset, his spiritual journeys were usually cut short. However, this did not stopping him from becoming quite well acquainted with several miles of the woods so tantalizingly close to his house. Nor did it stop him from befriending a few of the creatures that he would meet near several of his meditation areas. One especially memorable time, Ryan was meditating with his back against the tree (he had read in one of buddhist texts that Buddha had gained enlightenment beneath a tree) and although Ryan's tree was mostly dead, he wanted to at least see if he might have a eureka moment, if not full blown enlightenment. After a half an hour he felt vibrations upon the other side of the tree, and attempting to keep his calm opened his eyes, although after he did this he wondered why, as he could not see through the back of his head. However, after a few more moments of vibrations ringing in his spine, he heard two pairs of legs walking around the tree, and he saw standing less than a mere metre away from him a beautiful male deer. Only a year after this moment did Ryan make the connection to Stagshead, which definitely made him groan. He watched the deer with rapt fascination, before the animal looked him directly in the eyes and winked almost mockingly before gracefully strutting away. That definitely made the birds that would occasionally perch on his shoulders pale in comparison.

On the day Ryan's letter finally came to him for Hogwarts, part of him felt vindicated, while the other was legitimately surprised. He always felt special, but this much? No, it surely must be a prank from one of his neighbors, who always made fun of the boy who was "too smart for schooling". But after the third, and fourth owl demanding his confirmation or declination before July 31st, he wrote back with his mother's signature confirming his spot, and was surprised to recieve more owls with instructions on how to get to Diagon alley. Ryan's mother, sad to see him go, still smiled as the Hogwarts expressed chugged dutifully away towards the school that might finally let him (or force him) to prove his worth.

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

House Request: Gryffindor (Open to any house)

Personality: Ryan enjoys people, in a theoretical sense, but has trouble with them in person. He'd like to have friends, and have a fun group surrounding him, however he would definitely need time alone and away. He does have quite a bit of bravery in him, as he would likely find it necessary to save anyone in distress whom he could help, but would he be able to have a nice conversation with the person afterwards, or even awkward small talk? Let's just say, he needs practice. Ryan, despite spending most of his childhood kept to himself, is not antisocial, and is not boring. He is surprisingly quite prone to doing things simply for adrenaline's sake. The snakes of Hanger Woods can attest to that.

Ryan is a boy of slightly taller than average height with ruffled brown hair, and deep dark eyes. He is not exactly prone to a fashionista's flair, as he believes personality should stand for itself. He is of slim build, but has a decently strong body from all his traipsing about through his woods.

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Option 1:
Ryan was strolling through the dungeons after a particulary rowdy night in the common room, and was allowing the acrid smell of potions that were brewing themselves through the night to waft over him. The smell actually relaxed rather than repulsed him, as he was reminded of being in the classroom of one of his favorite subjects. The darkness of the dungeons made him feel quite at home, reminding him of the woods near his muggle house, which he would occasionally break curfew for, so he could feel the comforting nighttime buzz of the forest surround him. The one thing that made the dungeons unappealing was the blasted cold, that seemed to be chastising him for being out of his common room at such an ungodly hour. As he wandered about aimlessly he unawarely brought himself back to the exit of the dungeon, leading to the warmer part of the castle, until he heard a faint noise behind him, which tugged at his unyielding curiosity of the castle which he had been living in for quite some time now, but was knowingly unaware of any percentage of its secrets. As he drew back into the cold, the hairs on his arms prickling in protest, he was able to make out the outline of a first year, that he only recognized from the sorting ceremony, who had seemed to not have seen him yet. His eyes must have been better in the dark due to the fact that Ryan seemed to favor being out at night. He heard the first year squeaking out "Hello! Is Emma Birch here?" As he saw it, he had just been given two options. He could scare the living daylights out of the girl, or advise her to go back to her dorm, as he had had the same joke played on him in his first year. He decided the former might provide him with a laugh, and with some extreme luck a new acquaintance. Ryan crouched down on the side of the hallway, and snuck past the first year, so as to get behind her back. Then he affected his most ghostly, and somehow coquettish voice as he boomed out in the long hallway "Who dare disturb the slumber of the honorable Miss Birch?"


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Hogwarts School Accepted / NAOI, Vanessa
« Last post by Vanessa Naoi on 05/08/2017 at 07:12 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Vanessa Naoi

Birthday: February 5th, 1940

Hometown: Oxfordshire, England

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): First Year(First choice), Second Year(Second choice)

Love…love can be fickle. And amidst the chaos, hatred, and confusion of war? Well, love can drive someone to do even the most craziest of things.

Such was the case of Vanessa Naoi, born in the rainy month of February to a relatively affluent Muggle couple, Luan and Iris Naoi. Luan, a young Vietnamese man, had come to the city of Oxford for business. It was here that he decided to settle down and marry the love of his life, Iris Gray, a charming British woman…though all was not meant to end well. Even though the war was dying down in the Muggle World, the years had affected the Naoi family business. Having suffered terrible losses, it was made even more complicated as their family was to grow bigger with a baby boy.

Because of the financial problems and the urgency of the situation, it was decided for Vanessa, now six years old, to stay for a year or two in South Oxfordshire with Iris’s eccentric and isolated mother, Camilla Gray. Though Iris had initially, oddly expressed hesitation at this decision, it was due to the desperation of the situation  that she gave in to her husband’s urging. In the meantime, Iris and Luan would see whether a new job offer in Paris would benefit them.

Eventually, they succeeded in their endeavors and returned to Camilla’s manor two years later, now with a two year old son named Leo in tow. In the week that they stayed at the manor, a magical  incident occurred between Vanessa and her new brother, leaving the boy with a slight injury. Though it was nothing serious, her parents were fearful. At her explanation of what had happened her parents gave no reaction, though her mother was tensed in a way that betrayed her knowledge of what had occurred. Vanessa herself was not quite sure what she had done, for it was the first time her abilities had clearly began to show.

At their horror of discovering what Vanessa truly was, and how she had hurt her own brother, they left immediately…leaving her behind as well. Her mother had mentioned that Vanessa was “just like Camilla, a wretched misfit.” Throughout the whole ordeal, Vanessa was on the verge of crying, crying until she could let no more tears fall, yet all she could do was clench her jaw and let a look of true grit take over her face. She would not let them see how much she missed them.

Of course, this was the story her grandmother had told her; only what she could recall from her memory. Vanessa couldn’t quite remember the exact details: what she did to her brother, what their old home had looked like. She couldn’t remember the features of her mother or father…or her brother really. It was only because of time, she told herself. Time heals. Time forgets. But perhaps there was more…much more that she forgot.

Nevertheless, it was here in the lush environment of Oxfordshire that Vanessa began to forget-really forget- about her former life and flourish under the care of her only family, grandmother, and fellow witch, Camilla. The next three years were a whirlwind of new experiences; it was a life that she had never dreamt of having, but one she was beginning to love more and more. One that she would soon be thrust in at full force as the days ticked down until the inevitable, wondrous arrival of her acceptance letter to this mysterious and wonderful place called Hogwarts.

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

House Request: GRYFFINDOR!!!

Personality: Despite her past experiences, Vanessa remains a bright character, fond of pranks and jokes that make herself and others smile. She’s also rather spirited, bold with her comments and in possession of a sharp wit for one at her age. But don’t fret, if she deems you a worthy and interesting enough person, her loyalty is as strong as iron. And though her grandma, a fine and elegant woman mind you, has taught her time and time again to think before you leap, she is definitely one that acts on impulse and is not afraid to stand up to someone who is clearly in the wrong. In fact, her hot temper probably doesn’t help her in those sticky situations either...

Appearance: Somewhat like her grandmother, Vanessa always attempts to appear elegant and graceful...well, maybe not all the time, but hey, key word here, she attempts to! Though maybe that’s because of the constant reminders from Camilla to “sit up straight!” and “is that some bird’s nest? Brush your hair!” and her own personal favorite, “stay out in the sun enough and you’ll be as dark as the night!” Of course, despite all the nagging and stern remarks from her grandmother, Vanessa thinks her long raven hair frames her face quite nicely (but Camilla says she isn’t allowed to dye it neon blue, her favorite color), and though she may be a bit short compared to the other kids, Camilla says she makes up for it with her dark brown eyes and cheekbones, “perfectly fit for a British queen.” Freckles also spot her face, and Camilla likes to remind her of the time she tried to play connect the dots…”it took a couple of hours to scrub the bloody ink off!”

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“You blasted rat! Where are you?”

Vanessa quite enjoyed the outdoors: the nice breeze, the warm sun rays, the beautiful flowers. What she didn’t enjoy-AT ALL- was someone charging on in and disturbing the peace! Who on earth in their right mind would be making such a racket?! Attempting to locate the hooligan that was stumbling around on all the pretty flowers, Vanessa made a full turn before seeing a figure nearby, stomping on some poppies and ripping them up from the ground.

Now that, THAT was crossing the line.

Marching over to the boy, Vanessa stopped right in front Hugh, completely disregarding personal space. That is, until she noticed the string of snot connecting from his nose to his sleeve. Wrinkling her nose, she took a step backwards, putting her at a safe distance from booger boy. Placing her hands on her hips, she looked up at the boy who seemed to tower over her-not that it bothered her at all.  It took him a minute to notice, but when he did realize she was standing there, his response was anything but apologetic.

”Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.”

Her mouth agape in surprise at his response, she stood there in disbelief at what he had said. His tone was haughty, arrogant even! Why- the nerve of him! Still recovering from his outright rudeness, the best Vanessa could muster up was a stomp of her foot on the ground before replying,

“Well, I wouldn’t be staring if you hadn’t given me a reason to! Can’t you go look for your darn rat somewhere else?” Staring him down, she continued on, “Besides, I don’t think he really wants you to find him, especially with the ruckus you’re making.”

Hah! She got him there. Vanessa: 1, Snotty Boy: zero!


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Hogwarts School Accepted / Goose Märchen
« Last post by Goose Märchen on 05/08/2017 at 04:01 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Goose Aisling Märchen

Birthday: June 18 1940

Hometown: Port Talbot, Wales

Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): First or Second

Part I.

Once upon a time, Abel had been told not to stare into the sun. The voice had faded but the words were there, etched into his memory.

”Hi Abel!”

Perhaps this was being blind. Blind was blue, a glittering azure painted in the gentle light of the yellow afternoon.

The Blueness blinked, and it grew, evolved as if sprouting, a face and hands and dress of pink tulle.

”I’m Goose and I’m six today and you are my best friend!

He should have started into the sun a long time ago.

Part II.

"Did you know that there’s the Sun and then there’s lots of big rock things that are called planets and the planets go around and around the sun and we live on the blue and green one!!”

His head was flopped in his arms and his eyes stared longingly at the backyard, muddied by the persistent rain storm. There were puddles hiding in the grass, waiting for running and rain boots and nautical adventures on tiny boats! He liked their tiny boats, even when Goldie said they weren’t real.

Goldie was scary but one day Goose and Abel would be Big Kids and nothing would be scary. That’s what Goose told him when he thought about the monsters under the bed. She didn’t always hear them, but they were there, waiting for him.

“Where does the Sun go when it rains?”



Sometimes they would do this for awhile, just hmming back and forth until their lips hurt and they couldn’t hmm anymore.


Goose stood up and bounced over cards and books and flopped on the bed. She jumped atop blankets and pillows arms stretched out, reaching for the sky.


Abel already knew that.


Oh. Ok.

She pulled her blankets and the old scratchy quilt from the mattress and dragged them over to the window, tossing them over him. It was sort of nice under here. It felt like almost sleeping. Goose crawled under the blanket mountain, sitting in front of him criss cross applesauce. ”We’re still the sun, just under a big cloud blanket!”

“Cloud blankets are the best blankets. Can you tell me about the planets again?”

Part III.

Dinner with Goose was a GoodBad thing.

He was never very hungry and sometimes there was a chair for him and sometimes there wasn’t (Goose always had to ask Very Nicely and once or twice or maybe Thrice not so Very Nicely) but it was all ok because he liked sharing a chair with Goose even when they had to squish and Goose’s family was like a story book.

Cinders was the oldest and she was beautiful and she was bread baking and the minutes of sitting on the kitchen floor as the dough rose and the cobwebs under the counters when the bread took too long and they decided to spend the night in a tent on the floor waiting for it. The cobwebs would move to a breeze that did not exist, and sometimes he wondered if they were dancing.

One time in the summer, Goose and him had taken glasses of juice outside because it was hot and juice was cold and Hot Days and Juice meant water droplets on the cup. But they tried to balance the glass on a rock and it fell, and the glass shattered and drowned in the pale pink juice. Later when the glass had been cleaned up and Cinders had told them it was a very silly thing to do. Goose had told him she wanted to find glass like that. ”But not broken!!! And Pink and blue and yellow and all sorts of colors! It was so pretty Abel, not crayon pretty but...the Outside pretty. Morning pretty.” That was Goose’s brother. BrokennotBroken blue glass Pea.

Goldie was the scary one, worse than the monsters under the bed and fiery dragons, he hid behind Goose when he saw her because Goose wasn’t scared of anything, even the scariest things. Goldie was the piano he heard sometimes, distant and cold, and the Too Big Books that Goose couldn’t lift even if him and Darla and Karen helped.

Grandma Alice was yarn. She just was. 

”--And that’s why Sunday Chicken Noodle Soup should be a new color!! What do you think Abel?”

“About the soup? I like the carrots!!”

Part IV.

”I just don’t know Abel look at the cloak it’s so black but not The Sky Late At Night It’s FABRIC BLACK and Fabric Black is so stuffy!!”

“Well…” Abel draped Goose’s Big Kid School Cloak over his shoulders. “I think it’s very warm--”

”Cinders would say that and being warm is nice but why can’t it be warm and yellow yellow is so much nicer and yellow IS a warm color it’s the every single summer day color black is just sleepy and boring!!!”

Goose flopped on her bed, surrounded by sweaters and shirts and socks and countless colors. Abel frowned. The sun was never sad.

“Ok Ok BUT.” he flopped next to her, very excited because he had a new idea and Goose was the idea’s one most of the time. “You can wear sweaters under the cloak! So you can be warm and yellow all at the same time! ”And I don’t have to wear the cloak all the time!”

“Only when it’s cold!”

”In the winter!

“And it’s not winter all the time!”

”Abel you’re right you’re a genius ok this is good! I still like Hogwarts school!”

“Is that what the Big Kid School’s name is?”

”Yes but I still like Big Kid School better that’s our name for it!!”

“...Is Big Kid School scary?”



“HMMMMMMM. I’m almost...ENTIRELY that’s the word!! ok entirely sure it’s not scary because Pea is still there and Elsie used to teach there and she would never let monsters live in a castle and a bajillion of my cousins were there and they’re all a-ok so Big Kid Hogwarts School is not scary and good and exciting and we’ll have fun and maybe we’ll learn more about the planets that would be amazing and great!!”

Goose was normally right about these things, she knew lots of things maybe even almost everything. What did almost everything look like? He imagined it was one of those telescopes with all the swirly colors a Kaleidoscope yes that word!

What a good word. He would tell Goose later.

Part V.

Once upon a time, Goose and Abel read a book about a girl wandering the earth (the blue green rock that floated through space), looking for her mother.

Later, Abel had wondered about the word that he kept seeing in that book, over and over in the perfect Stuffy Black Ink, family. The Book Girl’s family was not like Goose’s, it was quiet and small and it seemed so strange and not right and they both decided that it was not a very good book.

Family was the thorns in the woods and the quiet night times and so loud the sound reached the sky reunions. Family was Cinders and dancing cobwebs and brokennotBroken Blue glass Pea and Golide the fiery dragon and Yarn Alice and the boy with feathers for hair and the manticore that Abel ran away from VERY fast but Goose loved and all the cousins and all of the happy chaos that glowed like candles.

Sometimes he wondered what it would feel like to get hugs from Goose’s chaos fairy tale family instead of being ignored and said to not exist which they both decided was SUPER DUPER RUDE of them and made him sad sometimes but he didn’t mind so much really!

Abel had the sun, and that was enough.

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

House Request: Hufflepuff!

Personality: A hyperactive honey bee that would never sting, Goose sees the world in colors and shapes and smiles. She is in awe with the bright and the beautiful, which is just about everything. Her speech and motion is a constant crescendo, her thoughts are presented in rainbow ramblings, she is a sunshine ray no matter the weather. Imaginative to the point of being naive, her hubris is her happiness, her lack of knowledge of the workings of the Big Kid Grown Up World, but for now Goose is laughter and imaginary friends, macaroni art and crayons, and the Capital Letter Colors that make up every single thing.

She is incredibly loyal to her extensive family, loyal to the point that in Goose’s child eyes they are story book kings and queens, and she is oblivious to the faults and failings of her cousins and siblings. It does not make her unobservant to the world around her, but she sees everything through golden lenses, and everything is happy and everything is good.

But all dreamers must wake.

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Option Two:

Goose had discovered exactly two things today, which was very good as this was a school and she was here to learn lots of New and Exciting things!

Thing One was that squinting at flowers was not very helpful. At least, it wasn’t helpful for drawing flowers unless she wanted to find paint and paint one of those very old paintings where everything was dots unless you stood Very Far Away and then those dots became things! The things were almost always ladies without faces with big hats and weird houses and little flower dots but if you looked Very Close everything was dots again! If you looked Very Close at flowers they were not dots, just color.

She also discovered that this flower was Not  Crayon Beet Magenta and Not Ruby With A Little Tiny Bit of Yellow If You Squint Red but it was sort of both and sort of not and it was Lots of colors put together and mixed and baked like a cake!

Cake would be good. Cake would always be good.

Goose found her Cold Grape Juice On a Rainy Day Purple crayon and drew little lines on the Ruby With A Little Tiny Bit of Yellow If You Squint Red petals atop a Book With The Story About The Turtle Green. “Oh no!” she cried out, staring at the drawing. It was the wrong Red, she should have known that there was no yellow in this flower! This was the wrong kind of being silly it was the silly that was sad and not a Thing that could be laughed about.

“Ummmmm. Ok Ok MAYBE if I find another red I can go over the petals with a better red than there will be no yellow but there should be yellow in everything--”

”Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.”

“Yes wow Hi!!!” She jumped over three rows of flowers and leaped over two rows and presented her crayon flower to the boy.

“Is this the wrong red I think it is if you squint there’s yellow can you squint and see if there’s yellow??”


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Student Applications / Duncan, Jamie (repeating)
« Last post by Jamie Duncan on 04/08/2017 at 22:20 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Jamie Duncan

Birthday: July 7th

Hometown: Inverness, Scottland


Magical Strength (pick one):

Magical Weakness (pick one):

Year (pick two): Seventh - Repeating

Jamie grew up in the shadow of his father who was a proud man of heritage who could track his lineage back tens of generations. He participated in all things Scottish. The highland games, a piper band, and Scottish tap dancing. Jamie was in his youth expected to do the same alongside his three brothers. Nothing seemed to change for a long while and some would sit restlessly in the same routines.

Jamie was one of these people. Each morning before breaking fast with his family he would explore the gully behind his house, find all manners of things strange and interesting (at least, in his imagination). By his ninth birthday, he realized some of these strange things were not so unreal at all. When he reached a hand into a hollow log he found his hand bitten – a small winged creature that was neither bird nor bug latched onto his now throbbing palm. No amount of shaking would remove the creature. It was not until he felt his will build up inside his chest like a kettle about to over boil did he feel the creature's fangs turn to gum – literal gum. While it still stuck it was unlike something he had ever experienced. He pried the thing from him, casting It aside as he ran to tell mother.

His mother was someone who would always believe his adventures and tails. No matter how long or far-fetched she spoke as if all the things he could ever imagine were a reality. When he approached her she chuckled and pulled him aside, showing him a bent stick she was intent of never letting out of her sight.

‘A wizard’ He would remember that. Was he a wizard? Like Merlin from his story books? How could that be accurate and how did father not know of his mother’s history. It was apparent she was better at keeping her secrets quiet than anyone would have thought.

On his 11th birthday, she vanished. But a letter arrived from no postman. It found its way into his room through an open window and was oddly sealed with vibrant red wax. At first his father thought it an elaborate joke. Yet another letter came sooner, one from his mother with a page for his father. It explained her history – how she was born a ‘muggle’

‘strange word’ he thought to himself at the time.

And that she discovered she could cast spells and use magic like in the fairy tales in her youth. She explained further that her son, their son ‘Jamie’ was also like she was. It took time for him to accept it but with enough time he and his son took time off to visit London. To send Jamie son away to a school where he would fit in. Maybe in this world he could find clues to why his mother fled - maybe he could find ways to relate to people regardless of their origins.

William enjoyed his first year more than he would have thought. His love of people and stories drew him close to many in his year and enjoyed potions and transfiguration classes more than others. He was apprehensive of those in other houses but always gave everyone a chance to prove they didn’t meet up or did meet up to house mantra.

For his first few years of schooling, things went generally fine in terms of grades. Nothing atrocious apart from the one year he and his friend Briar had thought to take Divination thinking it was a class of lofty thoughts and many naps. They were quickly mistaken. In trouble every other week, Jamie earned himself a small reputation as a prankster. Which, in more cases than not lead him to detention again... and again and again.

On the end of his seventh year, he received word that home was not doing as well as it should have due to an illness with his father. Money had never been easy for the Duncans, with three wizards or witches in school and the expenses of books, robes, and other nick nacks piling up the family often relied on second-hand supplies and small loans to pay back shopkeepers. William's condition was stable, but not yet enough to run the family Inn. Being one of the oldest due to his brother Fergus's absence meant he would need to be responsible. His grades were lackluster, to begin with for the first part of the year and taking a temporary absence to help family was necessary.

Jamie packed his things, Bid his brother and cousin farewell and headed home. Hoping to repeat his final year once things stabilized the following summer.

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House Request: Hufflepuff


Jamie is a charismatic individual whose presence often captures the room if he makes the effort for it. Although he is not a natural leader and chooses not to lead he appreciates having a wide circle of friends and helping those he can. He is relatively optimistic and finds joy in helping others. Unfortunately for Jamie, he has a giving heart and often gives more attention to his friends and loved ones than anyone else. he is quick to make an ally and slow to make an enemy.

Jamie has a love for mischief and never holds a grudge. If he can have innocent fun with someone without any chance of harming the person's feelings he will go for it without delay.

Due to his Scottish upbringing he often tries to tone down his accent and to code, most of his messages write in Scots-Gaelic. He has a keen hatred for quills and is often told off for carrying around pencils and other Muggle writing utensils.  In his dorm, he is one of the few who still hold onto their Muggle interests. He tries to persuade others that Muggle music is relevant as music about trolls and vampires.

Despite his care-free attitude to his classes, Jamie does well in what he puts the effort in and often fails only if the teacher makes the lesson too uninteresting.

On a good day Jamie can be found mentoring younger students in subjects he feels accomplished in or be jogging in the fields of the school. On a bad day, he is quiet and reserved. Often keeping to the quiet reaches of the library.


like his many siblings Jamie stands sternly and tall with brown-black colored hair and steely brown eyes. His hair is often brushed once before it is forgotten. The effort in his hair is minimal. In his childhood, his hair was lighter and faded several shades over a few short years. His shoulders are broad from his recent maturity and his voice recently broken to reflect someone who would seem to be quiet knowledgeable without even needing to read up on a topic.

His stern stoic standing nature often portrays an air of arrogance. Yet in class he slouches and often ruins his posture for the next few hours. He dresses often for winter even in the warmer seasons and is never seen without a jacket over his robes until it is confiscated for breaking school uniform regulations.
His walk is a saunter, often never in a hurry to get to anywhere. His expression set at level between annoyed and relaxed.

With age, he has only grown a little taller. The cleft in his chin a little more obvious and his dress sense has not improved since he was a youngling. Jamie often wears the same few outfits every week, having no real money to afford other clothing when out of lessons.


Jamie was as lost as lost could be. With several years under his belt he would have assumed that navigating these catacombs would be far easier than anything else. His genuis plan of lighting every other pillar up to mark his way back to the stair case had already backfired spectacularily when he noticed his glow-in-the-dark ink was wased away by the dampness of each stone.

Just his luck.

Small footsteps of someone echoed in the distance. The exit?! he leapt, nearly sprinting towards the sound. His own heavy laboured breathing beginning to bounce and echo off the walls until her question was asked. Emma Birch? was she looking for her sister? that name seemed all too familiar. Emma... Ah! right, the ghost. Though Jamie contemplated inwardly if it were possible, a ghost no one had really seen. Seeing as the school had plenty of ghosts that people could see, this one seemed more like superstition. Still, Jamie best leave this girl with something to go back with. Whoever sent her here was testing her mettle.

With a step in the shadows, he ducked behind one of he pillars and held out his wand. A simple, short lasting patronas wisp would do the trick. While he wasn't necessarily the best at the spell, he could at least concentrate on a formless mist to speak behind.

Jamie drew a deep breath and breathed as he spoke. Being older made it far harder to talk as a girl would, the shrill notes tearing up his throat. "It is I." he began in a girlish tone. "Emma Birch! you have disturbed my resting spot." It took all he had left not to snicker. The poor child would be frightened for days.

"What do you wish of me?"


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Hogwarts School Accepted / Nova Wright (Bones)
« Last post by Nova Wright on 04/08/2017 at 17:27 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Nova Wright (Commonly called Bones)

Birthday: August 3rd, 1937

Hometown: Salem, Oregon (Moved to East Sussex)


Magical Strength (pick one):

Magical Weakness (pick one):

Year (pick two):(Preferably 3rd) 3rd or 4th?

Bones or Nova Wright was born to the Wright family. The Wright family was a seemingly normal and happy family up till Bones birth. Strange things started to happen. When she was in third grade her teacher scolded her in front of the entire class and she turned red and swollen and for days she remained with this mysterious sickness. Soon her Father (Joseph Wright) Pulled her out of school afraid of what would happen to her. Angelica her mother called her a monster and evil and left a few months later without saying a word.
For a long time it was just Bones, her father and her brother Nicholas. Her Father ignored her and resentment grew in him he gave her the smallest room, the worst chores and the harshest punishments. Her brother was no better Nicholas always teased her and they would get into physical fights and her father would just tell her that's how boys are and to suck it up.
Soon everyone in town knew how strange the Wright family was and they packed up moving to England (Rye, East Sussex)
On the summer of 1948 Bones received her letter she had saw the owl perched outside her window which didn't seem odd but opened it when it started banging on the window. She was very confused but her whole life soon began to make sense. Her father was more than happy to send her away and she soon began attending Hogwarts.
Through her first two years at Hogwarts she kept her head down not used to being around so many kids her age and was a victim of extreme bullying. (Due to her underweight size) but she had accepted long ago that she would always be bullied so she introduced herself as Bones (She didn't like the name Nova anyways) 

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House Request: Ravenclaw


Bones isn't the most sociable or charming person she is quite awkward and shy and would rather keep her head down and study rather than going out to parties or hanging out with friends. She is always quite anxious (especially around people) And will constantly be fidgeting or pacing. She also suffers from Anorexia Nervosa
Despite her flaws she is a very bright child and caring. She is also very gifted in the taming of animals (non-magical or not) and is quite brave around them.


Bones has fair freckled skin and very light blue eyes (Almost gray) she stands at 5'6 and will likely remain that way. She is usually around 100 to 110 pounds in weight and has a very fragile frame and wouldn't be good in any physical fights.

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Bones had been nervously pacing in her common room that night but when she began to disturb the other Ravenclaws she snuck out of the common room hoping a walk would clear her anxious mind, but the enchanted staircase had made her lose her way and she ended up wandering the halls aimlessly the paintings complained and grumbled at the light emitted from her wand. "Sorry!" She said moving her wand closer to her to not shine it in their eyes. She felt bad about waking them she came down here to not disturb others.
She soon found herself in a dark room where the light from her wand didn't reach the ceiling the air was thick and it smelled damp. She looked at the walls covered in algae from the water which seemed to trickle from every crevice.
She walked forward her footsteps echoing through the whole room. She whipped around hearing an echo of a voice. Her heart shot through her chest and panic whirled through her. 'G-ghost!'She thought to herself in sheer panic. "I um...Am Bones please don't hurt me ghost!" She shrieked.


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Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Starr, Phoenix
« Last post by Lincoln Litchfield on 03/08/2017 at 20:45 »

Dear Miss Starr,

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

Term begins 1 September. 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,
Lincoln Litchfield
Department of Mysteries, Unspeakable
Hogwarts School Accepted / Will Marin
« Last post by Will Marin on 03/08/2017 at 20:24 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Will Marin

Birthday: July 7th, 1936. Age: 15

Hometown: London.


Magical Strength (pick one):

Magical Weakness (pick one):Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two):
5th or 6th.

Biography: Arthur Marin and Jessica Whitney were both born into rich pureblooded families. Arthur worked as an Auror and Jessica worked as a photographer for the Daily Prophet. Their families arranged their marriage and it maybe wasn't love at first sight, but, with a bit of help of their combined wealth, they grew to be happy enough together and soon started a family.     

Born in the middle of a thunderstorm, William Arthur Marin had always been a little electric and very much restless. From a young age his parents always tried to impress upon him the importance of presenting himself in the best way possible as so to keep up with his family’s prestigious outer appearances. With 2 older brothers before him, both at the head of their classes, his parents saw no reason that Will shouldn't follow right behind them.

But, from may young age, Will decided that he didn’t give a damn what the public thought of him. Not as long as he was having fun. And although not everyone appreciated Will's cheeky attitude, he generally found himself surrounded by friends, running with the popular crowd, and often getting himself into trouble  along the way. Not that the danger of trouble would ever stop him. He hasn't found a situation that his parents couldn’t just buy his way out of.

Spoiled rotten or not, his father began to worry as Will reached his upper years in school. If he didn't start to shape up, what were they going to do with him? So, after a bit of discussion and a lot of arguments, it was decided that he would continue his education at a new school. A school deemed one of the top schools in the wizarding world: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His parents hoped that with the  help of Hogwarts, Will would begin to take things more seriously. But what can he say? Life is more fun when lived with no regrets. 

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House Request: GRYFFINDOR! Or Slytherin.



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The dungeons weren't his favorite place in the world. Though certainly not because he was afraid. Really, what was the worst thing that could be lurking in the damp corridors? A rat? A stray Hufflepuft? A nosey Prefect? No. He wasn't afraid. But the dungeon’s twisting corridors got a bit monotonous after a while. He got tired of looking at the same dingy walls. Tired and smelling the same moldy smell. And then there was the fact that many students preferred to stay away from the dungeons all together. Perfectly fine if you wanted to be alone. But Will didn‘t like to be alone. It was boring. And lonesome.

And so he was just on his way out. Trying to find his way out, anyway. Which was trickier than one would think.

(The monotony was not only tiresome, it was damn confusing.)

But then he heard footsteps nearby. Followed closely by a voice. Which meant another person was within reach and he would finally have something to do.

He was saved! Grin broadening, he followed the sound of the voice and, when the girl came into view, his smile wilted. It was only a tiny girl. That was certainly no fun. And she was asking for... Emma Birch?

Oh, for the love of  Godric, she couldn't really be looking for Emma Birch? 

As involuntary was breathing, Will threw his head back laughing before he even reached the girl.

“Really now," he said through the echoing laughter, “You can't be serious. You don’t really believe those stories do you? Emma Birch! Hah!”


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