Sierra Mori Application

[Sierra Mori]

Application for Hogwarts School

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Name:

Sierra Mori

Birthday:

May 14, 1958

Hometown:

Liverpool

Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

Despite growing up in a magical household, Sierra never learned what half-blood meant until she started school. Her first experience with wizard blood prejudice was her first year of magical education in an Indian School of Magic. Had she not been a foreigner, she would have been subject to the rigid caste system. European blood prejudice paled in comparison to the Indian caste system. There was no distinction, in the Mori household, between magic and non magic blood. The term muggle was rarely used, if at all and never when referring to family. Both her parents were very talented wizards, even though her mother was pureblood and her father was muggleborn. Her muggle and magical family were very close. Even though they couldn't reveal their abilities to their muggle relatives, they got along just fine. They were just the slightly eccentric branch of the family.

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

Sierra's magical ability was discovered by her parents very early in life, as was her gift for conjuration. As an infant she would conjure up bubbles, twinkling lights, and the like to play with. She also had an incredible knack for finding things which developed into an incredible knack for summoning things.

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

Sierra never liked divination much. She BS'd her way through all her divination classes. She recognized its legitimacy but thought people put entirely too much stock in seeing into an entirely subjective future.

Year (pick two):

Sixth or Seventh Year


Biography:

Sierra gazed up at the night sky from her perch on the roof of their townhouse. Ursa major, which could normally be seen quite clearly, was obscured by an odd haze of smog and artificial light.

She felt choked and smothered by her surroundings. The townhouses squeezed together with not a single yard worthy of the name. Cramped buildings one on top of the other. Car horns and mechanical noises shattering any silence that might have existed. The acrid smell of car exhaust. The concrete and asphalt that covered almost every square inch of ground. And the sky, the sky wasn't right here.

London had been okay for the first week or so. She enjoyed meeting new people, the little shops, the convenience of everything. But now she was beginning to get restless.

She was homesick. Though it was an odd sort of homesickness. There wasn't one specific place she longed to be. She'd never stayed in one place for more than a year since she was five. She was homesick for any place that she could see the stars. Wide open spaces. Any place that she could breathe. She longed for grass and dirt and trees. Not the perfectly manicured, postage stamp lawns or wrought iron and white picket imprisoned ornamentals or precise rows of selectively bred flowers. She longed for something organic. Something real.

 She was supposed to be attending Mahoutokoro this year. She was supposed to be staying in Kamishichiken, working in a distant cousins' sushi shop for part of the summer. The other part staying at her maternal grandparents' Montana ranch.

She wasn't supposed to be stuck here in London. She wasn't supposed to be home schooled by her parents. She certainly wasn't supposed to be going to Hogwarts. But here she was, stuck in London in a house that she hated, being home schooled until the next term started at a school she was sure she wouldn't like.

Sierra felt guilty for resenting the reason all this was happening. It couldn't be helped that her father's mother had developed stage four breast cancer. It wasn't Granny's fault that the muggle treatments weren't working. She knew it wasn't their fault the Ministry was dragging their feet deciding whether to let a muggle woman receive treatment at St. Mungo's.

Sierra was ashamed that she could barely stand to be around her sickly grandmother. It wasn't the woman. No, she loved that woman with all her heart. Jane Mori was a strong, kind woman. As a widowed mother raising five children, she was compassionate and understanding, but there was also nothing you could put past her. There was nothing she hadn't seen. Even though only one of her children had the magical gift, she managed to raise a very loving and accepting family. She treated Sierra no different than her nonmagical grandchildren.

It was the sickness. The cancer. It changed her grandmother into a lifeless shell of the woman she once was. That was the reason Sierra tried to spend as much time away from the house as possible. The reason she was ready to go to Hogwarts even though she was sure she wouldn't like it there.

Anywhere was better than here.

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House Request:

No preference

Personality:

Sierra was generally a cheerful, easygoing person. She could be a bit mischievous at times. She was outgoing and loved meeting new people. She had very little trouble talking with anyone. She supposed part of that came from traveling with her parents so much, and being multilingual helped too. Her parents were very socially active, and in turn, so was Sierra. She was very concerned with the environment and social equality for all beings. Being brought up in both worlds, Sierra saw the prejudices of both. And her parents taught her to fight against prejudice no matter what. She never backed down when standing up for something she believed in. She loved culture in general: magical and muggle. She immersed herself completely in the culture of her current residence. She loved the Beatles and was not entirely sure that they were muggle. She was very fond of covering her arms and feet in henna. She was also very athletic and tried to learn at least one local sport wherever she stayed. Flying, lacrosse, samba, archery, quodpot, etc. She loved animals and being outside. However despite her cheerfulness, she could go into bouts of depression from time to time. The Yanomamo shamaness told her it was because her soul was tied to a wandering spirit.

Appearance:

Sierra was above average height about 5'10". Both of her parents were tall, so she didn't have much of a choice. Height was probably the only physical trait she received from her mother other than her high cheekbones. Where her half-Crow mother was dark and lithe, Sierra was bright and rosy. The rest of her borrowed features were her fathers, but she made them her own. They had the same honey blonde hair interspersed with straw-colored strands from days spent in the sun. However,  her hair was a wild tangle of curls cut that brushed her shoulders. They both had peachy skin dotted with light freckles that held a tan well. Hers was a softer version of his heart-shaped face. She had his strong chin, expressive brow, straight nose, and blonde lashes. However, she had not inherited his intense forest green eyes flecked with brown. Her eyes were a bright green hazel with more green than hazel. They reflected her cheerful and slightly mischievous nature. Her mouth was almost always set in a smile that put people at ease. She was comfortable with herself. She didn't mind that she was a little curvier and taller than most girls her age. She ignored the teasing she got from some girls. Living among so many different cultures she had come to see that beauty was entirely subjective. Her curvy hips had been the subject of ridicule in some places and had prompted offers of bride prices in others. She still giggled to think of her father's diplomatic refusals to such offers.

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Sierra chewed on her lip. She wasn't quite sure which way to go. She had just come from potions and was heading to the great hall for lunch, but the one of the stupid staircases had suddenly changed directions, and she ended up in a strange corridor. It was more difficult than navigating a jungle. Landmarks were generally stationary in the jungle. At least she wouldn't be attacked by a hungry animal, or at least she hoped not.

"Great," she muttered to herself. She only hoped that she ran into someone soon. Maybe she wouldn't have to use her wilderness survival skills. The drapes could be used for a nice fire. Though smoke signals would be out of the question. She could probably find a mouse or two to tide her over until a rescue party came. If not castles were always full of bugs, and if all else failed some of her books had leather bindings. Her stomach was beginning to growl, interrupting her overactive imagination.
     
"Hey!" a singsongy voice called from down the corridor. She turned to see a tall blonde girl running awkwardly towards her. "Wait up! It's for the paper"
   
Sierra guessed her to be the notorious Astrid Bixby, the premier journalist of the Hogwarts student newspaper. Or so she had heard. In Sierra's experience, school newspapers tended to be ill-written opinion columns and scandal sheets. Rarely did they address any real issues. And when they did, the issues were addressed in a very one-sided manner supporting whatever view was popular at the time. But all she needed were directions to the great hall. The girl stopped in front of her, gasping from her exertions.
     
Here we go. Sierra thought as she smiled pleasantly.
     
"What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it's a delicacy, but others think it's plain gross."
     
"Frog legs?" Sierra blinked. "Oh, I love frog legs. I've had them in France, China, India, Louisiana," she counted off on her fingers. "They're delicious. They taste a lot like alligator. I can tell you anything you want to know about frog legs... as long as you direct me to the great hall. I'm starving."


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Previous Characters (if applicable):
Tara Mori

[Elizabeth Birch-Hurst]

Miss Mori,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been accepted.

Term begins 01 September. Currently, students have gathered at the Summer Campus. Your admission is joint for both the school and the summer campus, 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. We look forward to seeing you at the Castle.


Regards,

Hogwarts Headmistress