Aleksandra Borovsky

[Aleksandra Borovsky]

Application for Hogwarts School

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Name: Aleksandra Mariella Borovsky

Birthday: February 24, 1930

Hometown: Volkgorod, North of Russia

Bloodline: The purest of blood.

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Fourth, Third.

Biography:

Being invisible was a feat that she’d always been rather gifted at. Back in Mother Russia, she’d had a particular proclivity for lurking in the shadows, out of sight (and very often out of mind) of her numerous family members. Sometimes it was as if she were spoiled goods, tainted even, ever since the tragedy of her parents. Something that seemingly only got worse once Luka was ostracised from the family by Grandmama. The elderly woman had been low down on Aleksandra’s list of people she favoured, and that had been the last straw. The bitter old witch had spat out many terrible things about her brother to anyone with an ear to listen, (and even Aunt Darya who had lost her ear in a freak accident as a child), as if she was trying to justify her actions to herself rather than anyone else. Luka was not a bad man, he was her brother and she loved him.

But it seemed that everything she loved suffered a terrible fate.

She had spent her third year of Hogwarts mostly alone. Aleksandra more frequently found herself awake in the hours set aside for sleeping and resting weary heads than in the sunlight that basked the great Castle in such a wondrous glow. Her limited amount of friends had stayed limited as she’d forgone her attempts at making friends. If people didn’t want to be friends with her, then she didn’t want to be friends with them. Her cousins, Beatrix and Waldo were plenty people for her. Not to mention her doll Anya who she still whispered to from time to time when Ana wasn’t around.
 
Though while those around her were, day by day, moving on with their lives Aleksandra felt stagnant. Stuck at the same position in her life where everything had gone wrong. And though she’d tried, she couldn’t seem to put her torturous thoughts to rest. Bloody thoughts of her Mama and Papa; the screams, the smoke, the heat, and the flames. Without answers to her many questions, that chapter of the book couldn’t be completed and her hands refused to set it down, closed. She needed closure, closure she had still after all these many years not received.

The anger, fear, and unsurety bubbled away just below the surface unsettling her once pleasant disposition. It continued to eat away at her, as it preyed on the very little energy her body had, and yet she forced herself to suppress it. For there was nothing she could do and there was nothing Ana could do (nor any of her other cousins). While she was beyond certain her Uncle Nikolai was behind the entire plot, who would believe a 14 year old girl. Especially against someone as evil and cunning as her Uncle. She’d seen first hand what he was capable of many times, and Grandmama already believe her crazy for her first outburst about it.

Perhaps, she occasionally thought in her darker, more obscene and silly moments, she should take matters into her own hand. With Ana’s help, perhaps they could take justice into their own hands. What with Borovsky blood, it couldn’t be so hard, could it?

Though those thoughts were quickly pushed away into the depths of her mind when she finally got a hold of herself. Shook herself out of her moment of insanity, clutching for her rosary beads and pocket bible. This was not the way she had been brought up by Mama and Papa, and not by Grandmama and Greta neither. She was a child of God, who believed in piety, grace and most of all peace.

Justice was not worth an everlasting place in Hell.

The beginning of the summer holidays had left her battling with her demons incessantly. Attempting to keep herself on the straight and narrow, fighting with her thoughts and her faith. She was fast becoming a young lady now and that came with responsibilities, most importantly, no more childish acts. No more being the Aleksandra that she once was, she needed to be a new stronger, better Aleksandra.

And this year, she’d strive to be just that.

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While Aleksandra was previously viewed as a quieter and less dark member of the Borovsky clan, she is simply a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. Everything in her past and present, while seemingly not affecting her, is bubbling away just waiting for the right stimulus from her ever changing and unstable environment to cause her to pop, something that will end drastically. Due to these issues her personality is seemingly split down the middle between the sweet girl she once was, and a manifestation of everything going on inside her mind which occasionally causes her to snap and become someone else that she isn’t sure she quite likes.

Her faith is still highly important to her and something she dedicates a great deal of time to, more so now than she did before in the hope that God will be able to save her soul from her wicked thoughts.

House Request: Ravenclaw

Personality:

A once misunderstood, yet vivacious young girl Aleksandra is slowly coming more and more out of her shell. Though she’s not entirely sure that she likes what is being revealed. She strives to be just like her older cousin Viktoria, the perfect young lady in her Grandmama’s eyes who has all the qualities she could hope to possess. Poised, elegant, pretty, and always well-behaved at church. Aleksandra hopes to be just like her, though is constantly struggling on the path towards becoming who she wishes to be. She frequently worries about how she will turn out.

Although troubled, she is very loyal to her family and small number of friends. Also, while seemingly set in her ways after some persuasion she can usually find interest in others point of views, especially ones that challenge the view she was brought up with. Shes very interested in learning new things, and due to spending so much time following Ana around she has taken a recent interest in the Dark Arts that her cousin enjoys divulging in.

Appearance:

Aleksandra is petitely built. Small in height and also very slim just like her mother. People have said she looks almost exactly like she did when she was her age. She has the same features that all members of her family have and are known for. Dark brown hair and fair skin as well as thick, harsh, eyebrows and deep hazel eyes with flecks of green when hit with sunlight.

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Of course she’d watched the Quidditch. Every time she gathered excitedly in Ravenclaw stands to await the sight of her cousin Ana to walk out onto the pitch. Watched how she would take her broom between her hands and glide through the air with the quaffle tugged snug under her arm. Tossing and passing, this way and that. Aleksandra liked it when that quaffle would soar through one of the opposing teams hoop and she’d throw her arms up into the air with joy at yet more points for Ravenclaw, cheering and hollaring. The whole of the stands would erupt, banners and scarves (in the colder seasons) waved erratically to celebrate their team and their players.

And in these moments she never stopped to think about how the other team felt. How that Keeper must beat themselves up relentlessly about if only they were a bit more to the right, that one wouldn’t have gone in.

She’d held back after the game in order to celebrate the victory with Ana after she’d changed out of her kit and cleaned up a little. It had been a long match and it was a warm day meaning that many the players had sweat and the smell of exercise thick on them. Aleksa thought briefly about how glad she was that her cousin had washed as she moved to throw her arms around her in a tight embrace.

Aleksa practically skipped back to the castle, reciting to Ana all the parts of the game that she had enjoyed the most, and what she had cheered just each time Ravenclaw had scored, and about this one boy that had gotten so excited that he had fallen off the seat he was stood on.

“Look.” She whispered, though not all too quietly that the boy was unable to hear as she saw the Keeper from the opposite team skulking in the hallways. “Look who it is!”

“WHAT! Haven’t you ever seen a loser before? Why don’t you just take a picture!”

Aleksa’s eyes widened a fraction, a crease forming on her forehead that disappeared as quickly as it came. The boy was red faced, and appeared to be almost shaking in his stance as he looked down at her from where he stood at the foot of the stair. Hazel eyes bored back up at him, with something akin to confusion within them.

It was just all a game to her and she hadn’t realised just how great a deal it meant to some people at Hogwarts whether they won or lost.

“A picture?” She asked questioningly, her head moving to tilt to the right. “And what would I do with that?” Her head then turned to face her cousin as if the older girl would have the answers. “Ana, why does he want me to take a picture?

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[Aries Paladin]

Dear Miss Borovsky,

We are delighted to inform you that your application to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry has been accepted. Term will begin on May 1^st, 2015. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki; your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we cordially invite you to spend your summer there if you so wish. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to purchase school supplies.

We look forward to seeing you at the School.

Regards,

Aries Paladin
Auror, Aide to the General
Captain of the 42nd Broom Batallion