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Archived Applications / Lillian St. Clair
« on: 02/12/2016 at 14:57 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Lillian St. Claire

Birthday: May 27th, 1938

Hometown: Windswept Cottage, North of Laide, Scottish Highlands


Magical Strength (pick one):

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two):
First, Second.



The sharp intake of breath. Lillian winced. Although her father had taken her out to the muggle village a few times, her letters tutor was Scottish as well. Ms. Jaffray had a thick Scottish accent, and it sometimes rubbed off on her.

“Father.” She amended, and she could almost feel the smile on her back. The wind blew into her face as she looked over the coast, a steep precipice leading down to the ocean.

“Will it come today?”

“You tell me.” It could have been driven in as an order, but her father’s tone was lighter than that. Even still, it stung her, though her father had said it normally did not manifest until the 13th year.

The Gift. Even her last name spelled it out: St. Clair - Birthright.

Once, the St. Clairs had been a great and powerful Pureblood family. Powerful not through land, or marriage, or great magical skill. They were Seers, a line which had passed back unbroken into the mists of time. Only one child would manifest the gift, and only they would become the head of family. Youngest, eldest, male, female. In the end, they started only having one child to ensure the heir would be known.

Until the St. Clairs vanished to the world.

It was over two hundred years ago that Lillian’s great grandfather withdrew from the world to the Windswept Cottage. Her father had never said why, it just was. She had been born here, grew up here, and thought she would die here, like her mother.

Her mother.

Da - father never said how they met. She was from a pureblood family - it was required, after all. However they managed it, the St. Clairs kept their blood pure, and kept their seclusion in tact.

Until now.

Her father had informed her that, if a letter came from Hogwarts, he would accept it. The world was different now, changed. Safer, perhaps. If the letter came.

You Tell Me.

Lillian blinked, as another gust of wind hit her. Could she have been so blind? She closed her eyes, and tried to open up the third. While she received her letters from Ms. Jaffray, her father taught her the rudiments of Divination.

“Left pocket?”


Lillian winced. It had been a guess, just a general feeling of inside was all she had to go on. She turned to face her father, who pulled out a slim letter from his right pocket.

“It arrived two days ago.”

She winced again. It had taken her too long. “I’m sorry, Da’.”

This time, he didn’t correct her, instead pulling her into a hug.

“Don’t worry, you’ll learn.”
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House Request:
Any! (Though probably not a Lion, Tobi’s there already)

It’s hard to pin Lillian down, and she herself doesn’t herself that well. She is shy and a little bit reserved, which comes from living in mostly isolation in the cottage. She is far more used to dealing with adults - her father - than children her own age, but she has met and spoken with some of the local muggle children.

Outwardly, she might seem a little strange, or quirky. She’ll sometimes close her eyes mid conversation to try and access her ‘Inner Eye’ or whatever her father keeps telling her to find, often to little effect. She doesn’t hide the fact that she’s from a line of seers, but she’s nervous that it hasn’t manifested in her yet, and talking on it for long will make her agitated.

She wants to live up to the family name - even if that means bringing it back from the annals of history - but is fearful of failure.

Lillian is a young and slim girl, just turned eleven. Her blond hair always seems to curl at the end, no matter how much she tries to keep it straight. Instead, she gets it cut straight enough so that it’s long, but not so much that her hair turns into a curled mess.

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The dungeons were a strange place.

Lillian figured they weren’t that strange if you lived in a castle. She was a little jealous of the purebloods who had grown up in one. Castles and spires, grounds and forests. And dungeons. The cottage she shared with her father was small, but she had her own room at least.

Lillian had never had to share a room with other girls, except at Summer Camp.

It was just as weird now as it was then. Getting used to the sound of other people sleeping was just as hard as getting used to sleeping without the sounds of the waves. She had thought when they got to the castle, there’d be enough space for everyone to have their own room. After sorting, she found she was very much mistaken.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

She gave a jump from the shout, distracted by her thoughts. Emma Birch - there was something about that name that felt off. But no, her mind had wandered as she had walked, and it looks like she had almost walked straight into someone else. Lillian’s eyes squinted into the gloom of the dungeon.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Lillian couldn’t remember her name, but she recognized the girl. They had both been standing in that long line for Sorting, and - if she recalled correctly, she had been made a Red Lion. Gryffin-something.

Well, at least she could be brave. Lillian had that sinking feeling in her that she was loss, and her hand started to quiver a bit. She gripped the side of the robe to make it stop.

“N,no!” There really was nothing to be afraid of. “Just me, Lillian.” She looked around to make sure of that.

Maybe Emma Birch was her pet or something. It could even be a Pet Tree, knowing magical plants.


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