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* Theodosia Blythe

    (31/03/2020 at 23:11)
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Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Theodosia Evans Blythe

Birthday: 20 April, 1948

Hometown: Brixton, London, England

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): First (preferred), Second

Theodosia Blythe was a perfectly ordinary girl born to perfectly ordinary parents who lived in a perfectly ordinary rowhouse in Brixton, London. Her father Cassius, a veteran, worked for the railway while her mother Rosalie was a homemaker and seamstress. They never had much money, but they were comfortable enough.

In the Blythe household, everyone had their place, even the children. Hubert, the oldest, was a boy and therefore he was let out into the world with hardly any restrictions except a strict dinner time. Theodosia, for her part, was not enamored with the role that had been assigned to her. On top of being constantly monitored, the girlish things in life had never enticed her. She wore dresses with disdain and found activities folks considered traditionally feminine to be the worst form of torture. Even her name, flowery as it was, had her insisting on people calling her ‘Theo,’ which was much more tolerable. She managed to find ways to rebel despite the consequences, sneaking out of the house to play with neighborhood boys and coming home with skinned knees and torn skirts, hairbows askew. And she would sit there, smugly, as her mother would wonder with furious exasperation at how, despite an eagle eye, Theo always managed to get out without her seeing.  If Theo was being entirely honest, sometimes she didn’t know herself. There were times when she felt like she would just think about where she wanted to be and it was like her feet would magically carry her there.

Perhaps she was more on the mark than she realized.

One day, a letter arrived. It was an odd kind of letter, written on parchment like something from centuries ago, scrawled on in black ink and affixed with a strange seal she didn’t recognize. Yet all that mystery was eclipsed by the manner of delivery – a tawny owl, with expressive yellow eyes and an impatience about it that reminded Theo immediately of the postal worker that came by their house every morning. It flew straight in her bedroom window and alighted on her bed, dropping it in her lap until she wonderingly opened it.

Dear Miss Blythe,
We are pleased to inform you—

After that, it was like Theo’s entire life had been upended and turned inside out. Her parents were rather disturbed, thinking it was all some distasteful prank (and her mother, being a very superstitious woman to begin with, called it something in the realm of the devil) until the woman in the long black robes suddenly poofed into their kitchen with a loud crack and a swirl of sparks, holding a stick she called a wand and offering living proof that this was no joke at all. And then, she made one of Rosalie’s pies fly around the room of its own accord. Hubert almost fainted (a fact which secretly amused his sister) and her mother began shrieking (less humorous), and her father became suddenly quite silent.  There was a school, the woman said, one that could teach Theo to be what she was. The letter explained many things, of course, but she would explain further the secret world that lay beyond their wildest dreams, one Theo had always been a part of even if she didn’t know it.

So, it turned out after all that there was nothing about Theodosia Blythe that was in any way ordinary – at least, that’s how she felt as she watched this exchange, her parents worriedly trying to understand, her brother warily watching the Ministry representative’s wand as she casually flicked it between her fingers. It all seemed far too incredible to be true, and yet something about all this also made a great deal of sense. A little missing piece of her, fitting neatly between the cracks.

She couldn’t wait to get started.


House Request: Ravenclaw or Gryffindor (I’m torn!)

Inquisitive and endlessly curious, she’s a fiercely independent explorer with a quick mind and a chip on her shoulder. She’s a stubborn girl with confidence in spades – if someone ever told her she couldn’t, that’s when Theo would set out to prove them wrong at almost any cost. When it comes to her goals, she’s a little like a horse with blinders; she doesn’t mean to bulldoze, but her one-track mind can get her into trouble with authority and peers alike. She’s often impatient too, especially with incompetence (or what she perceives as incompetence).

Theo’s wardrobe, outside of her uniform, are thick woolen jumpers and either pedal pushers or even cuffed trousers, much preferring her older brother’s hand-me-downs to the dresses her mother packed. She often wears her hair untied in thick, cloudy curls, though when she’s being active (which is often) she will also pull it back or wear protective styles. She has dark, expressive eyes that often betray her emotions – it’s not hard to know whether or not Theo likes someone.

Here she was, in the garden. It looked pretty ordinary, all things considered, which was a bit disappointing if she were honest. Theo had been told there were singing flowers, though she didn’t believe that one seventh year who had solemnly informed her that most of the plants there were man-eating vines in disguise. That was the sort of nonsense Hubert tried to pull on her at home, and he hadn’t been successful in that for years.

Well, even if there weren’t singing flowers, might as well look around. Maybe she’d find something even more interesting. Vaguely she wondered if Mumma would be interested in magical plants or if that was somehow a violation of that secret statue… law… thing.

Then, a few meters away, someone sneezed. It startled her, just enough that she whipped her head of dark curls around to stare at an older boy with his face practically stuffed in a flowerbed and wiping his nose on his robe sleeve. He looked miserable, and not just because Theo suspected he might have hay fever on account of the flowers. “Bless you,” she said.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

“By the looks of it, you’re the one who needs help.”  She rolled her eyes as she approached, then crouched down beside him with her elbows on her knees and wrists hanging between them. He was probably the same age as Hubert, and definitely shorter (most people were), so she wasn’t scared of him.  “You lose something?”


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* Ella Galanis

    (01/04/2020 at 10:45)
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Dear Miss Blythe,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins 1 May 2020. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, 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.

Yours sincerely,

Ella Galanis
Head of Ravenclaw
do you remember the twenty-first night of september?
love was changing the minds of pretenders while chasing the clouds away
our hearts were ringing in the key that our souls were singing
as we danced in the night, remember how the stars stole the night away