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* Andromeda Wagner

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Character name: Andromeda (Andy) Wagner ( Previous Prof App )

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Adrian Alric, Orion Alricsson, Lupin Sol, Sydney Lamont

Character age: 29; August 20th, 1928

Character education:Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Faked) [Actual Certificate comes from the MACUSA Department of Wizarding Education, or DEWEY.]

Strength and weaknesses (details please): When taking into account her wayward beginnings into studying magic, Andy has proven to be a very gifted witch. She has had to rely on it for survival when she was left abandoned on the streets and has always used it to get by. While transfiguration has always been her forte, circumstances lately had advanced her skills in charms and conjuring as well. She considers herself well-rounded enough to teach. On her own time, she also expanded her knowledge in magi-zoology, psychology, and ecology.

Her main strength and weakness derive from her survivalist mentality, a life led living out of a war-torn orphanage that has her foundation built on suspicion even if her demeanor would strike you as overtly friendly. It's her general ruse to behave in such a way that would place people into a false sense of security, where she could judge a person acutely removed from being taken seriously so she could see who could truly be trusted. Keeping herself guarded is paramount, as she really only opens up to people she has judged as completely harmless. It probably explains why she is the best of acquaintances and the worst of friends, preferring the company of children and animals since their innocence is something she could trust in-- much like the one she felt lost to her long ago.

Teaching, it would seem, is a logical strength for her. She is extremely charismatic, unfazed and sweet with an abundance of encouraging positivism. Andy tries to make herself accessible to all her students, only asking that they be honest when asking her for things. Acute at diagnosing people as she is, as a professor she strives to make her lessons easy, fun, and this course in particular skewing heavily into sociology where she hopes that her students will learn more about themselves through the medium of her planning.

Physical description: She has an athletic frame, cocoa-butter skin tone, thin features, almond eyes, and a menacing thick-lipped smile that is part mischief and part mayhem. She's of mixed heritage, only sure of one while the other is a guess. Her long hair is never the natural color, usually transfigured in some shade of red or purple or blue.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): She is ever the chameleon, red alert survival instincts that have warped a normal girl into whatever she's become. She's brash, outspoken, and always looking for what someone's angle is. Her sweetness is usually reserved for non-humans, though she does approach her students aloofly and her co-workers indifferently. If she does come to trust you and call you friend, be warned that she can get overbearing and whiny. She remains perpetually stuck at the age of nine, where her life seemingly forced her to grow up and fend for herself and her childish personality is symptomatic of that inner struggle at being ripped out of a normal childhood.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Her time spent as an educator was the one she found most rewarding in her wayward life. From Ilvermony to Hogwarts, being able to interact with students has fostered her best spirit-- one where she can feel genuine and comfortable in her own skin rather than feeling she would have to stay removed from interacting. There is an innocence in youth she appreciates, the troubled teenage years she remembers for having to play mother to a full room of children. Something she feels keenly and wants to steer as a positive influence at a time where it could be lost by being forced to grow up to soon... much like she had.

After spending years removed from it, needing to force herself into a role for others, she is happy to be able to now choose the path for herself. The one she wants most, since Ilvermony was still a place she could not go to, was to return to the Hogwarts staff and immerse herself in that world as the eccentric woman who couldn't believe she was nearing thirty.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):

[ Her biography proper could be found HERE ]

Teaching was hard.

Andy hadn't thought it would be. Magical creatures were almost as easy to manage as her students. The students did their part in the menagerie and the new creatures she had given a home, much like the school had given her, took to their environment as eagerly as she had. After her first year, she had felt that this would be a place she could grow with each successive term.

Girl, let me tell you. She was wrong.

There was a reason she picked out the creatures she had. There was a huge profit to find in each; a business she had hoped would contribute to the school that soon grew out of her control. There was the arduous negotiating over the mooncalves' fertilizer, the salamander's scales. The shadow of the man who had given her an out from the troubles she had found herself in looming large and insistent that it was a good time to collect the favor with interest. Howard had her pinned under his thumb; he haunted her dreams incessantly and she found it impossible to be free of him. Then there was her traveling circus family she had previously immersed her life in needing to hide certain illegal magical creatures and figured she owed it to them to do so before they faced the repercussions from it.

It became terribly overwhelming. Always the first to run, she ended up forcing herself to go against her base instinct to flee. Against all rationality, she decided to sacrifice her own self-interest.

Andy took drastic steps to get from under the consequences of her past mistakes. It meant leaving her responsibilities at Hogwarts, her class and her treasured creatures, to others as she worked on turning them into a profit for her benefactor. After trying to run it straight, she ultimately became an in-between for London's black market dealings even if it sickened her to resort to living that sort of life. While she promised herself it was bore of necessity, that it wouldn't last very long, months began to pile up until she couldn't bear it anymore. Becoming an asset did not make her beholden. Continuing to question why she was doing it was making her feel, for the first time in her life, that she was not at peace with who she was.

Confronting him was the hardest thing she ever had to attempt doing. When you dealt with magical forces far beyond you, it was like trying to chisel a statue out of a block of stone with a wooden spoon. She felt the overwhelming hopelessness of her nine year-old self wondering how she could find herself abandoned in a country whose language she did not even speak. She didn't know if it was his power at work that made her feel like that, small and vulnerable, but when she tried to confront him-- she found she couldn't and ran off with the circus once more.

Circus living had always fit her. It was a moving community of oddballs trying to keep their marbles in place. Ones success was everyone's success. Time revolved around their shows: the repetition of building up and breaking down week after week. Spreading wonder, in her mind, to bright, receptive faces.

Andy was a jack-of-all-trades. She quickly ascended in their microcosm, handling all sorts of responsibilities outside of her usual care for the magical creatures-- the most important one in her eyes as her relationship to the beasts in her care had her living and dying by their welfare. She took to flying the trapeze, walking the tightrope while juggling or spinning a variety of objects (usually ablaze), and taking on the role of a clown she named Resentful Rosemary who was the butt of the early jokes only to get back the other clowns in fiendish ways.

Like many occasions in her life, Andy found that all of her successes would come to a screeching halt. The circus disbanded after finding that they could not sustain all of their expenses. As a group, they were not willing to degrade themselves like many other similar acts by giving a platforming for deformities or rare, dark branches of magical maladies that brought in a different, if not wealthier, clientele. They were performers aimed at family's in the lower classes and did not look to appease pureblood patronage.

It costs them their livelihoods and Andy was left back in square one.

To her surprise (although, she should have ultimately made the connection), that is when Howard found her.

The eccentric wizard unnerved her with his frigid disposition, his cool, sly smile that felt out of place so near his smoldering eyes. Yet, when she expected to be obliterated for fleeing from him, the man simply let her know her role in his European enterprise would not be necessary. She would not be allowed to return to the states, or that hemisphere at all, but she was welcome to continue here as the man's business had become unmanageable with the resurgence of better-structured European institutions that proved to make it too difficult to exist in the shadows.

Ever suspicious, it took a couple of days for Andy to absorb the seismic changes. She had no need to run anymore and her means to do so had now come to an end. The situation that had ended without any real repercussions was only accepted by her because, truly, if Howard didn't mean what he said then she wouldn't have any means to retaliate anyway. She had to take him at his word and know her role and knowledge was obviously treated as purely secret, though she knew that this situation mirrored the past one and if Howard ever had need of someone to do his bidding in this part of the world then he'd find her once more.

The woman, her twenties as chaotic a time as could be recounted, had to figure out what she would do now.

(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

"Oh, Headmistress!" she cooed, her voice sinking into a pitch soaked in almost nauseating sweetness.

"It's amazing to see you! As well as everyone else in the castle! Which is why I am just a tad bit late," Andy figured that if she could continue rambling, the headmistress might just resign herself to thanking that she had at least saved herself from five minutes of this.

"You are well aware how large this castle is! You get so used to traveling through apparition and then you get here and find you are totally out of practice. I actually tried to make the spell work for a couple of minutes before one of the ghosts told me that it isn't going to work. I had to pry it out of him after he spent a few moments loudly laughing at me! The nerve!" By that point, Andromeda Wagner had already slid into the empty seat, completely unaware if Anneka had given her permission or if she was going to simply order her to leave.

"But, you know what they say. Gotta kill them with kindness. Far less of a mess. You'd think a ghost would have two lifetimes, or maybe three. I'm not sure how long a ghost life would qualify in terms of human lives. But you'd still imagine that they would have some experience with a lady. Between us girls, if you play along and bat your eyelashes enough it'll even make a specter blush. What a lonely existence that must be," she went on, crossing over her legs and making the same facial expressions she had done to the ghost.

"Then you get stuck trying to hear all the gossip you missed once you tell them you worked here before. I couldn't believe it myself! But, that's not what this is about. A story or ten for another time. I did bring this!" She held up a briefcase: thin, brown leather swinging by her handle.

"Just a a small stack of ideas to run by you if I get the position. I can run through the best ones, I don't want to keep you from anything too long. I know how important your time is for you," she said without skipping a beat. She only paused to take in a breath, times perfectly to let her way to reinforce her apology sit.

"Are book returns an issue still? I have a fun system for charming paper airplanes that explode into confetti to remind students that their books are due back. Orrrrr there's also this neat idea for a book club I have!" Andy knew her enthusiasm would have to win her over. It was like taking an ax of words to a tree and she had to just keep chopping and chopping until it broke down. Continue smearing apple butter on the Headmistress. So she rambled, and pushed through, until it became abundantly clear that she was here under the false pretense.

Until she realized that she was suppose to be interviewing for a professor's position.

And the one she had previously served in had been filled.

Ever the improviser, Andy's beaming smiled masked fully her crumbling confidence and she found her way into shilling what she thought could be a class.

"You know what's really cooking back in the states, Headmistress? That everyone is going ape for?"