Margaret 'Margo' Solart-Scott, now Scott.

Margo is essentially her only name at this point, but she's always open to some pet names.

Female

October 10th 1998

Half-Blood (Mother was a muggle)

The first thing someone notices about Margo is always different. Whether it be her plethora of tattoos, striking blonde hair and green eyes, or just her generally positive attitude. Margo is a rather tall girl standing around five feet and eight inches. She has a slender frame that does have some muscle tone, but not much. Margo's most notable tattoos are on her back and her arms. On her back she has a very large picture frame. It frames the middle of her back and covers the back of shoulders and is easily visible in clothing that leaves less to the imagination. She was taught by her mother, a photographer at the time that anything someone framed was something they loved. If they wanted to really go out and actually frame something, there was an important reason for it. So she decided to get a frame on her back, this was done when Margo was only fifteen years old, though she had convinced the parlor she was eighteen.

Margo has a distinctive voice, it's rather calming although it is energetic. She has a tendency to play with her hair and is often seen having solo dance parties until someone joins up with her. She tends to wear mainly tank tops and jeans, though she is sometime seen wearing a scarf and leather coat should the weather really call for it. However, if she can bear it she'd rather just wear a tank top. That being said she isn't exactly a stranger to to a solid flannel shirt that is a few sizes too big or even just a big old comfy sweater. Can never really go wrong there, but her most common outfit is the standard tanktop-jean combo. Margo has been known to be very prone to bad posture. From setting her feet up on the dining tables, to taking huge bites of food at dinner, elbows on the table, slouching - the whole nine yards. She has somewhat bad manners for someone so polite.

Margo's accent is a Rhotic Lousianan a southern accent that leans on words and still pronounces the R's at the end of words.

Tituba.

7

Divination, Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures

Defense Against the Dark Arts

Potions

Quidditch – Tituba Team Seeker/Captain
Divination Club

An Ash wand standing at eight inches total, very rigid with a Phoenix Feather core.
_{A wand almost as stubborn as she is. Small and dimnuitive holding back from what she is afraid could be great power or nothing short of completely average. The wand was picky at first, this line of thinking did not suit a wand that had potential to be so much more. But perhaps the wand realized that perhapsthe girl was the same way. Perhaps this girl also had great potential. It was hard to tell. The wand was intrigued by Margo.}

A Black Bear
_{Highly defensive of her cubs, the mother bear will viciously attack those that threaten her own. The same and more could be said about Margo, she is ruthless when it comes to those she loves.}

Margo's biggest fear is what she could become. Her boggart can take a few different appearances depending on how she's feeling but it is always a very similar pattern. It has been her at an office desk, all of her tattoos laser-removed and her piercings taken out. She works with a picture of herself, alone, on a vacation to Florida at her desk. It horrifies Margo that she could eventually turn out to be nothing at all. The other form her boggart takes is somewhat more sinister, a form of Margo that has fallen to dark magic. Typically making serious threats about her friends and other loved ones. Though currently, she doesn't have to worry too much about that - she doesn't really have any friends going into seventh year.

Margo hates looking like she's trying really hard. Nothing scares her more than being seen for who she is, which is to say, scared and genuinely concerned about whether or not she is liked, thought about or spoken of. The worst thing Margo constantly battles with is that in her pursuit of being interesting she has failed and made herself nothing but a drab splash of paint on a cracked and crooked canvas. Sure, it'll catch your eye as you walk by, but you'll write it off within the first few seconds of seeing it. Margo has been drawn to people with big personalities for friendships, she has found that they are always looking for a good time and she can easily coast off the vibes they create. However she has taken up more than a few bad habits due to the stress of her Salem tour ending so soon.

She smokes nearly a pack every two days at this point and is constantly biting her nails, glancing sideways at people, and starting conversations that have no depth in an attempt to connect with people. She doesn't let herself see her own patterns, convincing herself that she is simply a true and true Tituba. Loyal, sure, but wayward. Lost, not belonging to anyone else really. The sorting candle turned blue after a moment of trepadation, and it seemed as though it saw right through Margo's facade. Not that she let anyone else in on that little fact. She has many things she'd love to say and do, but she honestly just doesn't know how.

While she felt really put out for being chosen as Tituba, as a seventh year in the house, she has an incredibly welcoming vibe about her for new students and simply younger ones. She even started a cheer when a student gets sorted to Tituba in which everyone stomps their feet to a certain beat. It is not uncommon to feel lost once you enter Tituba, Margo makes sure she finds you - however. She does her damndest to try and make sure that anyone sorted into the house is well looked after her, even if it puts Margo herself out.

Margo is known to be gay, but she hasn't really found anyone yet. All the girls she had met so far had been from other houses and had been... In a nice way, not her type. In a slightly ruder way, somewhat boring? Margo is looking for a little adventure in life and certainly isn't one to settle as far as romance goes. Even if she is more inexperienced than she'd like going around. (That is to say, she'd be on her third girlfriend - if she could find one).

Margo was put up for adoption. This should make it fairly clear where her priorities were as a young girl. Which is to say, that as soon as she could spell 'fuck the system' she was looking for her birth parents. She must've made her foster parents really upset, at the time she thought they were nothing but crocodile's tears. They just wanted their little slave to stick around and they'd do anything to have that happen. Of course not, they loved her and she betrayed the trust they gave her. That was on her.

But at the age of ten she actually did find her mother. It wasn't easy though, and it wasn't what she had wanted.

See, there was a story she had found in the paper. A man had done something spectacular, some kind of heist, he was surrounded by the police one second and then another he was gone. This was reported to have taken place inside the big apple. So she made her way to Queens and started asking the serious questions. Most people laughed at her, I mean, she was ten. It wasn't until she heard a news story she was ready to pack it in. The man was caught, killed. It was time to pack it in. But a woman seemed shocked, she was breathing heavily, and she collapsed. Margo (Margaret Solart at the time, ((I know gross))) got help for her and made sure she was okay at the hospital. The woman was blown away, I mean this, again, was a ten year old girl. She asked her for her name. Margo gave it to her.

That was her mother. It took a while (two more years) for her mother to actually fess up and admit that she had belonged to her. But it was worth it when she finally got to go live with her birth mother. What wasn't great about the situation was finding out that the man on the news was her father. He was a practioner of the dark artes, using magic to steal things of great value from the muggle world. Later that year she told her mother her status as a witch and began attending Salem. Her mother was concerned, of course, but ultimately trusting. Which was nice of her.

Margo still worries to this day, however. What swayed her father? What possessed him to turn to the dark artes for power. She would perhaps find out one day, it was not something Margo looked forward to. In fact, it was her greatest fear and her largest drive.

Her time at Salem has been... Troubling, she has been stressed by her placement in Tituba and her inability to make friends - for whatever reason. She has taken up smoking, picking at her nails and skin and has overall gained a much more destructive personality. Along with losing quite a bit of her appetite. Still, she is more than convinced she can turn it around in her final year. She's hopeful, but that scares her almost as much as already having been rejected by so many does.

Garrett Cain Gray

No nicknames for Garrett – a kid tried to call him Gary in 2nd Grade, and he just instinctively punched him and broke his nose. Completely by accident of course – just a horrified reaction at the terrible name - but nobody ever called him Gary again.

Male

17th March 1998 - 17

Pureblood
Werewolf (Bitten)
- Bitten early 2010 by his cousin, Wesley Gray

If it weren't for his ever-permanent grin and bright eyes, Garrett could be quite the intimidating individual; standing at a towering 6'5 with broad shoulders and toned muscles, he's got the body of your stereotypical jock; helpful, what with the quidditch team and everything. Said toned body is littered with a lovely mish-mash of scars – one doesn't get infected by a Werewolf without receiving more than a few, after all. Most are across his torso, sides and arms, ranging from jagged bite marks to scratches in groups of three and four; not all of them are from Wesley. Sometimes if he had a bad change and there's nothing nearby to maul, he takes it out on himself. Better him than anyone else, in his opinion.

However, his face has remained unmarred from werewolf attacks; and any scars or blemishes, really. There is a small one atop his head (received from climbing a tree or something when he was a clumsy kid), but it's hidden behind thick, wavy hair – depending on how much sun it's seen and how short it is, the colour can range from a rich honey brown to a coppery, dark blonde. His fringe is usually swept upwards, allowing his slim brows and bright blue eyes to be seen quite clearly.

In terms of style and grooming, Garrett doesn't put a lot of effort into looking good – his hair is easily tameable; usually running a hand through it will relieve him of a bedhead; it's rare to see his chiseled jawline covered in stubble – not much of it grows, and when it does, it's gone. He couldn't cope with a beard. As for clothes, he just wears the usual casual stuff outside of school uniform. Tennis shoes or boots, jeans, t-shirts, etc. Garrett had an abundance of sweaters – made for him by his mother, who seemed to be under the impression that he hated his scars and wanted to cover them up at all times – not particularly the case, considering how often he walks around shirtless. (Usually when he rolls out of bed, just won a Quidditch match, or is really getting into a passionate rock song or something; the latter usually accompanied by a wild air guitar, headbanging, jumping on tables, and several detentions from the pissed-off Professors.) One thing he does keep on him at all times is a braided leather bracelet – totally battered and worn, only being kept together by regular bouts of repairing magic. It belonged to his brother, so he won't let it go.

Tituba

7th Year

Potions

Charms

Apple wood, Phoenix feather core, 14 ½", and a supple flexibility

Beagle

Ever play Five Night's at Freddy's? For those who grew up in the Muggle world, they were probably used to jumpscares in video games. Garrett was not quite so ready when he was introduced to gaming by a Muggleborn friend. Since seeing those animatronic monsters, they take the form of his Boggart. To counter the fiends before they rip him apart and probably eat his soul or something wild like that, the riddikulus charm makes the limbs and heads fall from the bodies, pathetic squeaks coming from the heads as they try to reassemble themselves – failing quite humorously indeed.

If one were to meet Garrett for the first time, and be in a room with him for five minutes, you could easily come to the conclusion of "moron". He does stupid things for no apparent reason – if someone asked him to headbutt the a wooden wall to see if he could bust all the way through, he'd probably go for it. The boy would fistfight a dragon just to say to his friends that he did it. Not to mention the lack of seriousness hanging about him – the near constant stream of jovial comments, jokes, puns and sarcasm gives one the impression that he's without a care – or brain cell – in the world.

However, he isn't stupid – he just doesn't care to think about the consequences of his actions, instead electing to throw himself head first into most situations. Regardless of what his parents might say, or his teachers, or even his friends – if something piques his interest he'll give it a go, no matter the potential danger. Even after the incident, he's retained this way of thinking, although is ever so slightly more apprehensive in more dangerous looking situations. Sometimes he thinks that if he weren't like this, the incident wouldn't have happened. But then, he wouldn't be Garrett either. So he lives with it cheerfully, for the most part; and he is a cheerful person. There isn't much that can bring him down – but this is not always to his advantage. Any psychologist could see his constant state of optimism and humour is just a defence mechanism; bringing on forms of denial when it comes to bad things. This in turn has lead to procrastination in his studies; a "mañana-mañana" sort of attitude when it comes to his responsibilities. This then turns to heavy stress down the road when he needs to make up for lost time – his friends have swiftly come to realise that when the exam season begins, Garrett is to be left to his own devices – otherwise, they'll have their heads bitten off in a uncharacteristic irritability.

His deniability doesn't just stop at his schoolwork though – there are many things in his life that he hasn't truly accepted. On the outside, it may just seem like he's okay with it, but in all honesty, he isn't. Everything is repressed; his brother's death, his infection of Lycanthropy – even when the full moon comes around every month Garrett refuses to fully believe that this will be his life forever. And with no real cure on the horizon, it likely will be – when this truth does hit him, as it's already hit his cousin Wes, it could be very possible that he's changed forever.

Garrett's never one to turn down some flirting, regardless of gender. Again, not much of it is serious – partly because of his own insecurities. He daren't go into a real relationship just in case something bad happens – he'd have to be really stupid to ignore the obvious threat of his lycanthropy.

For the first couple of years in his life, nothing particularly tragic happened (Other than learning to speak; the jokes were coming at a young age) to Garrett. He had two loving parents, a great extended family, a brother – Carver - older than by him 4 years, and some awesome magical powers. Living where they did in Montana – a pretty big city – they integrated well enough with the Muggles. His parents figured they may as well put their kids into muggle elementary school before going to Salem - it was easier than home schooling anyway. They both worked, and they couldn't afford childcare for both of their kids. What could go wrong?

Well, apparently everything could.

Muggles have made leaps and strides in healthcare and medicine over the ages. But never to the level that magic could – the magic that could have pulled Carver out of the riptide during that school beach trip. The magic that could have created a bubble of air around his mouth and nose when pulled under water by the current. The magic that could have forced the water out of his lungs and airways once they got him back to the shore. The magic that could have saved his life... but the Muggles didn't have it. Nor did the 6 year old Garrett, who watched it all unfold without any hope of helping the brother in which he doted upon.

Things were different after that. They moved back to rural Montana, closer to where his cousin Wesley and her family lived. The funeral was somber and dark – but the darkness stayed after they laid Carver to rest. Garrett's parents grew mistrustful of Muggles – not quite to the level of some Purebloods – but they could not forgive Carver's death. The remainder of Garrett's education was taught by his father, who had quit his job to look after the young boy. Contact with muggles was cut off – even for Garrett, who was forbidden from playing with the muggle children nearby – which wasn't particularly a struggle, as there weren't many other people living nearby. Just Wesley.

Not that that was a bad thing – Garrett loved his cousin. She was like the sister his parents never gave him, and she played an even bigger part in his life after Carver died. Life was awesome with her around – except, a few months after his 8th birthday, she got... distant. Cold. Even her parents acted differently, and Garrett had no idea why. As the months passed they got a bit closer, but nobody would tell him what the issue was. As it happened, he found out by himself. Because he's real curious, and you know what curiosity did to the cat, don't you?

In this case, it didn't kill the cat. Just mauled, scarred him for life, and infected it with lycanthropy.

His aunt and uncle had a real fun time explaining it to his parents – honestly, they were more angry at Wesley's parents than her. As they said, it wasn't her fault she was a Werewolf; it wasn't her fault Garrett was a nosy piece of shit; and it wasn't her fault that her parents didn't put enough safe guards up.

From there, Wes and Garrett struggled with their curse together – not that Garrett showed the struggle. He covered it up with jokes, and shitty humour – a lot of the time, it was just him acting as himself. But so many bad feelings were squashed down further and further until he was certain they would never resurface again.

Integrating into Salem wasn't as hard as he first thought it would be – being a naturally amicable person, it was easy to make friends; among them Rudy Valentine, and then his younger brother Levi when he joined afterwards. Being Muggleborns, the Valentine's introduced him to a whole new world when inviting him over during the holidays. Garrett was enjoying life, and is still now – making sure to try and lighten up his cousin while goofing off too.

Victoria Colette Delacour (her real last name is in fact Beauchamp).

Tory, to very few people. Vicki to no one ever. Colette is somewhat of a common one, but only to those who know her fairly well.

Female

December 24th 1998

Pureblood

Victoria looks as though she could be French which is suitable due to the fact that her parents grew up in Marseilles. She has a striking look about her and is never short on compliments both due to her figure and natural look about her. But she also has an endearing sort of smile, it is innocent all things considered. That’s why she hides it for the most part. She instead keeps a focused look about her, she is always intent on seeming perfectly calm and in control of her emotions. Especially when she is not. She has a small New York accent that comes out when her emotions run high, which is to say that no one has really heard it yet. Save for maybe a select one or two. Victoria has a habit of fidgeting that in recent years she has almost completely suppressed.

Her clothing style is highly variant and depends mainly on the weather, in cooler weather she wears a tan pea coat with a simple six button design. Typically a pair of leather pants, or leggings follow underneath. In warmer weather however she is typically in a graphic tank top and sports bra along with some shorts. She may act professional at all times but she certainly dresses as though she could’ve been in Tituba. Victoria stands at a fairly tall five feet eight inches and has a rather flat slim figure all the way around. She doesn’t really have anything all that noticeable other than her face, which has been said to be fairly attractive. Other than that she certainly holds herself with a level of confidence that some may find to be intimidating.

When Victoria is alone she often is completely different, even laughing a fair amount. She lets who she really is out of the shell she puts up when being faced with others. She smiles a lot more too. However even when others aren’t looking she tends to keep her façade up just in case. She has a reputation to maintain ever since she was addressed as a Good Witch. This has required her to maintain a level of respect around the school – or at least that’s how she acts. So outside of her room she is Victoria Delacour and she does not look like the kind of girl you’d ask directions from.

Good.

7

Alchemy, Care of Magical Creatures, Study of Ancient Runes

Charms
_{Having spent the almost every waking moment from the moment she turned eleven, Victoria has put all too much effort into magic. Victoria spent almost all of her time studying charms. So much so that her studies found her wandering into the realm of jinxes and hexes.}

Defense Against the Dark Arts
_{Perhaps it would be better with how much effort she has put into learning magic. But can you adequately defend yourself from something you’re not sure if you fear?}

Dueling Club
Charms
Head Female – Salem (In the running)

A Hornbeam Wand with a Horned Serpent Core
_{A wand that sleects a witch with a single obsession in this world. That goal is typically realized, but almost never strayed from. An optomist might call it a vision, but that's an optomist for you. The Horned Serpent Core is supposedly to make an incredibly powerful wand that hums musically when danger is near. It is a wand as driven as Victoria and as purposeful as she is. It refuses to stray from her goal to become the most powerful witch the world has ever seen and drives her further into obsession.}

A Wolverine
_{Despite it's size and stature it is a vicious animal seeking out it's prey and dutifully tearing it to shreds, sometimes faster than the eye can see. It is known as a dangerous predator anywhere it can be found and that is much the same about the Witch it looks after.}

Victoria's Boggart takes the form of her. Barely clothed, not able to stand due to lack of strength, not properly fed. It is a dying, inconceivably frail version of herself. Victoria has a hard time looking at herself with that level of weakness. She vows to never become that weak. To never rely on someone like that version of herself must. No matter the personal cost.

Victoria is about as troubling as the Good witches come. Since the moment she picked up her wand at the age of eleven she’s wanted nothing more than to use it to deadly efficiency, to be the best witch there was. But she proved to be the exact opposite of a natural. Her family at first could only afford to send either her sister or herself to Salem, so they sent her sister. This bred hatred from Victoria. And a deep-seated desire to gain proficiency with her wand. It started small, she’d practice every day and has since garnered an amount of determination that most would consider largely ludicrous. Since not being selected to go to Salem by her mother she has worked tirelessly at improving both her own skills and the knowledge of charms. It can be seen as an obsession, she spends nary a waking moment thinking about anything else and is almost always talking about it.

She has little patience for people who are suffering because of their own choices and often finds herself disgusted at the privileged views of many purebloods, thinking they have the right to attend Salem. Victoria, coming from a very poor family could only afford the supplies for her sister to go. She often finds herself actin methodically to the point where she is almost bored of her life. She eats, trains, studies, attends classes and clubs and then falls back asleep. She is the picture perfect student – but outside of magic she isn’t quite sure who she is. Perhaps she needs someone else to help her to that answer. She’s just not too sure she wants anyone’s help. She is actually incredibly empathetic coming from a family in which she wasn’t always certain where her next meal was coming from. But she hides this and often tries to stay out of everyone’s business. She doesn’t care if Jennifer kissed Matt last night. She could be spending this time studying. It should be noted that she isn’t outwardly mean she simply prefers to stick to herself. In that regard she’s a bit of a loner. As far as extra-curriculars are concerned she offers her full participation however and is always ready to learn a lesson.

In class she is stubborn to an absolute fault. She will almost never ask for help with a given task and will bash her head against it until she figures it out. While it is a terrible way for learning – at least in the interest of time – it has garnered her some respect from others and professors. She has been commonly seen attempting to learn spells and even once took a fifteen minute beating from an upper class student in dueling club in order to understand where she was going wrong with her counter magic. She is certainly the walking exemplar of determination. So much so that Victoria has convinced nearly everyone at the school that she is not in fact from her own family. Since her sister has long graduated, Victoria goes by the family name Delacour. She claims they are Canadian, and incredibly respected in their country. Sighting her ability to speak French as Quebecois and completely convincing everyone else she has so much to live up to. It started with the candle. While Victoria believes she even tricked the magical item, an answer closer to the truth may just be that she only convinced the candle that she is a Good. For better or worse.

Victoria has never had a relationship and as such identifies as Demisexual. She isn’t sure who she could fall for and isn’t sure that she ever will, she’s open to suitors and is largely accepting, due to her much hated empathy, but she has certainly never gone for someone outright. But with so many secrets, she isn’t exactly clamoring for a girlfriend or boyfriend.

Victoria first found decided she wanted to be the best witch she could ever possibly be when she was only eleven years old. She got the speech, the wand picks you. The problem was the wand that picked her felt like it had no reason to. It was a wand meant for power, great determination and strength. Yet a young Victoria knew not how to cast a single spell. In fact with her over-sized glasses she was a complete clutz. Her mother had to make a decision, an unfair one to have thrust upon her and yet there it was. She could afford to send one of her two children to Salem. Victoria or Diana. Diana was in seventh year, she was just about to finish she should’ve been allowed to finish. But… Victoria had a light in her eyes when you spoke to her about the school that no one could replicate. She shone whenever the topic of magic so much as came up.

She sent Diana. Victoria understood at first. She was upset, but understanding. That night she took her wand out to the backyard and attempted to perform a few charms. She, of course failed with no proper instruction she was utterly hopeless. Her sister must’ve heard her because she joined her shortly after she had started. Attempted to guide her through the steps. Let her younger sister have something before she left for Salem and Victoria would stay here. But she was honestly hopeless. She couldn’t do anything right the entire night. By the time Diana was ready to give up she had to get her bags, the sun had greeted them. That was always Victoria’s least favourite sunrise.

She took up a job handing out the papers around the block in order to get a bit of spending money, intent on learning more about magic. She was able to purchase a book on charms that had been preowned by some other students from Salem. That night, she couldn’t put it down. When her mother yelled at her threatening to make her sleep in her mother’s room Victoria simply hid under the sheets with a flashlight… Until she thought it was late enough. She snuck back out to the yard and tried again. But once more the sun met her before she was able to produce a single ounce of magic.

Finally she came upon a page detailing instructions on a simple hex. It would turn out to be Anteoculatia. She found it on a page towards the back, but it had been added in after the fact. It had a message scribbled in dried ink. “Embrace who you may become if you travel down this path and embrace the darkness of the night around you.” It had read. She did as it read, closing her eyes and embracing the darkness around her. She said the magic words and as a little Victoria opened her eyes she saw something she never thought she’d see. A horned rabbit.

The next year she was able to attend Salem and proved to be a natural at learning. The lengths she would take were often brought into question. But one thing was for certain. She would have learned a wealth of knowledge by the time she left Salem. Whether it was taught to her, or she had to squeeze ever last bit of information she could get from the school.