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Nora Lowsley

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Character name: Nora Lowsley

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable:

Eugenia Lowsley,  et. al.

Character age: 39

Character education:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry -- 1931-1938

Strength and weaknesses (details please):

With solid N.E.W.T.s in both Transfiguration and Charms, Nora barely managed O.W.L.s in Divination, Conjuring and Summoning, and Potions.

Nora has a penchant for asking questions to people that she shouldn’t. She’s been poking her nose into things long before she left Hogwarts, long before she became a reporter. This has the tendency to come back and bite her.

Physical description:

She is almost forty now, which means she practically has one foot in the grave. Nora keeps her red hair cut short, much shorter than when she was a student. In real life, she tends to wear sturdy clothes made more for travel than dresses or robes.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):

Nora is friendly. She tries to help out those people that need it, and gives people as much space as they require. She hates bullies though. Growing up as a Muggleborn, especially when they were treated much more poorly than now, she was used to being on the short end of the stick. With enough prodding on this she can be set off, though her age has tempered any outbursts into cool fury.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:

When Nora first applied, ten years ago, it was out of a need to affect change in the world. She had been denied the chance to do so in the Ministry, the Prophet was stagnating, and she just needed to do something. The goal of teaching at Hogwarts had been realized, and she resided there two years before she stepped away from the position.

Now, after travelling the world seemingly twice over, she more than anything wants to return home. Hogwarts was her home for far longer than anywhere else. Also, she’s worried about the recent spate of deaths at the school, reminding her a little too much of when she first started. Hopefully, she can step in and help to curb those issues.

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

Life could change in an instant. It could be something relatively benign. A letter appearing in a mailbox, inviting her to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sometimes, it was dramatic. Nora’s parents vanishing when she was still in Hogwarts certainly fit that bill.

Other times, it came as a blow out of nowhere, something that only you really understood. Interning at the Ministry for Magic, she sat powerless as the Wizengamot debated on whether to strip from Muggleborns the right to work at the Ministry.

She wasn’t put out that day, that summer, she just never returned.

Nora, born in Canada and raised in the UK, was always the odd one out. Especially after her parents vanished. Yet being a Muggleborn wasn’t easy before either. How many times did she have to grit her teeth and take abusive comments, dismissed because she was lesser? The problem with Hogwarts, when she was there, was not the school. It was the people.

When she left, Nora worked with the Daily Prophet for a few years. She was on the forefront of covering the war, scoring a top interview with Sheppard Kedding after the first Blitz. Of course, Nora had noted that blood tests were carried out in the shelters. Just another way that a tragedy was used to further an agenda of persecution.

When the war, and the war after the war, ended, she drifted away from the Prophet. Writing articles no longer held the attraction as it once did. A chance encounter in Knockturn Alley turned her back to what had been one of her goals, so very long ago: teaching at Hogwarts.

Her two years there had been unremarkable. Unremarkable was good. None of her students died, at least in her own class. The school wasn’t taken over. Wars didn’t break it, it was just - normal.

When she left, she took after one of her colleagues and decided to travel. It was something she had wanted to do for a long time, it was just that the travel restrictions of war and post war had put a damper on that. Freed from the UK in the first time since her parents moved her there so very long ago, she left. Nora spent the first few years following Moira’s footsteps through China and Tibet, before diverging off on her own path. She worked freelance with some Cursebreakers in Egypt, fought zombies in the Zombie Trail, tried (and failed) to create spells while on a deserted island. Eventually, though, she was tugged back to the UK. It seemed so stalid, so bored, so stable compared to her youth. How many Ministers did they go through when she was a child? How many Headmasters at Hogwarts? Everything had settled down.

Except, seemingly, at the school she once taught at. Her niece had just finished her first year there, and was already seeing Thestles. A student had managed to die, they had poisonings the year before, werewolf attacks. Things were getting out of hand. That, and she did need a job.

At the last moment, Nora sent off her application by owl. Maybe a third chance was in order.

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

The last time Nora had applied to teach at Hogwarts, walking through the halls was a nostalgic trip. Lost faces seemed to appear before her eyes like a ghostly visage, people she hadn’t seen in ten years. Well, it had been ten more years on top of that, yet this time it was different. The stone walls, which had felt so much like home to her, felt cold.

That was concerning. Part of the reason why she had applied was exactly because it had once felt at home. The nostalgia was the drawing factor for the position, and the fact that she felt none was bad. Maybe this was a mistake. She could leave, walk away. In reality, she probably wouldn’t get the position in the first place. Especially with how stale her lessons had been last time.

That was what Hogwarts needed right now. That’s why she was really here. She trusted herself more than anyone else to make the right decisions. How could she know what was happening in other peoples’ heads? Her judgement though, she knew, was sound. With students dying, Hogwarts needed people with sound judgement.

It was just her job to convince Anneka of that. It was not a name she would use, even though they had been coworkers for just as long as she was in charge. A simple ‘Headmistress’ would likely have to suffice.

When she finally entered the room, Nora glanced around at the sight she had seen so rarely. The clock, of course, showed she was late. The staircases were, as always, impossible to deal with. Or, anyone that hadn’t been in the school for a long time. Yet seeing the faces of past Headmasters, Birch and Tibble, did have that little twinge of nostalgia after all. Good, maybe there was hope for her yet.

"You are late."

Nora appreciated the attempt at intimidation. It worked very well on most students, she bet. It probably worked very well on a lot of the professors that were straight out of high school. It did not, however, work on her. She had seen things much worse than a Russian winter, and she wasn’t about to let herself be intimidated by it. She was practically forty after all. It was just an interview, and nothing more.

“Yes, I am.” The smile she gave was genuine. She had never talked much with the Headmistress last time she worked here, so they weren’t friends, yet it was still good to see a familiar face. “Shall we sit and start then? I don’t think there’s any need for small talk.”

Anneka Ivanova was a very busy woman, after all.