Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Avery Elliot
Birthday: Monday, July 3rd, 1939 (Cancer)
Hometown: Cornwall, England
Bloodline: Unknown
Magical Strength (pick one):Divination
Magical Weakness (pick one):Charms (originally) / Conjuring & Summoning (now?)
Year (pick two): 7th, 6th
Biography: He was the boy made of sage ash and bay leaves, the sigils found on window sills written in his name, he knew the imagery of his tarot deck better than he saw anything else. He was the boy who pressed his palm to his third eye and told himself to breathe. It was crystal points and smoothed stones that built a home around the boy made of smoke.
Avery worked in magic that was tangible. Tarot cards and crystals, herbs and spices, seasons and directions and moon phases. Energy and souls and lives upon lives upon lives he lived until he was eleven and told that he was magical in another way too. Hogwarts - it sounded like an herb, something to be washed down with a grimace and strong tea. He swallowed.
Six years he tried to understand a kind of magic that could summon life, could transfigure breath into nothingness, could defy the laws that humanity spent so long trying to define, and divination with
grades. It was a lifetime, yet no time at all, Avery only fell deeper into his own nurtured learnings and resolved to keep only the energy he felt build like static around him. That was magic he could work with.
He had grown used to the whispers, the rolls of eyes when he tucked a crystal underneath his teacup to charge it, his Prefect catching him on the rooftops to charge a bottle of moonwater
again. Avery had grown used to how his magic fit into Hogwarts and in a way, had grown to love its imperfect puzzle piece. It was his journey of learning his craft and it was in Hogwarts he learned its power, was given the space and ingredients to test his theories, and it was in Hogwarts he found people just as odd as he was -- if not quite as magical.
Was it really only a year until it was all gone?
What could change in a year?
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.House Request: Hufflepuff again would be nice.
Personality: Although a bit more connected than his first year, Avery still finds solace in solitude. He is prideful of his magic because it comes from his mother and is defensive in a way a boy is when they aren’t afraid to fight for their deeper set beliefs. In all other aspects, he avoids confrontation and shows self-preservation as his main concern.
Appearance: He dresses like it was the last thing on his mind, his clothes are neat but his tie is loosely knotted or complete undone. He tucks in the parts of his shirt that he feels like, which generally is none at all. Everything fits but the formality of them look strange on him. His hair is a bit all over the place, curling as it reaches past his eyes and ears. His eyes are shadowed blue and they are probably not looking at you.
→ RETURNING STUDENTS.Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application): DROP OUT LEVEL REQUESTNumber of New Levels Requested: + 4
New Levels Request: (+1 Charms, +1 Divination, +1 Transfiguration, +1 Summoning) C5D8T6S5
How your character kept up with their studies: Stayed at Hogwarts IC for the semester.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.Option 2:His energy felt ragged and worn thin, a pattern of smoke that Avery didn’t care to study. It was wrapped in his cheeks and runny nose, caught somewhere between. It was only the disruption of his sneeze that caused him to look over at all and then the accusation that made him keep looking.
For a moment, Avery wondered if it was worth replying as he didn’t need help with anything at all. It might have shown on his face, the conflict of disinterest and the sense of preservation that suggested the danger of bringing the ire of someone already so aggrieved. Avery weighed the consequences in the time it took him to look away with a small shrug.
"I was going to say 'Bless you'," he replied evenly. The tarot cards hushed softly against each other in his hands, edges worn smooth by his fingertips. The Two of Swords flashed its stalemate, and Avery looked back to the boy. A tinge of curiosity. A taste of sarcasm. "But I don't think you want that."
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