Name:
Aibhlinn (Ave + leen) Sarah Lynch (Pronunciation)
Age:
14
Birthday:
December 12, 1942
Sex:
Female
Ethnicity:
White
Nationality:
Irish

School Year:
Fourth
Blood Status:
Half-blood
Hogwarts House:
Slytherin
Pet:
Long-eared Owl
Boggart:
Spider; Puffs out into a balloon with big/surprised eyes and floats away
Wand:
Hawthorn Wood; Unicorn Hair Core; 11 1/4" length; Quite bendy flexibility

Favourite Lesson:
Astronomy; Has always found a fascination with the lights in the sky, the way a simple change in planet patterns can alter a personality or the ability to do things.
Least Favourite Lesson:
Herbology; Simply put, she doesn't like getting dirty
Extracurricular Activities:
Music; Ancient Runes Club (H.A.R.C.)

Appearance:
Aibhlinn has medium blonde, curly hair with natural low lights that sits just between her shoulder blades (when curly, longer when straighter) but her fern green eyes are usually what draws peoples attention first and are Aibh's favourite thing about her appearance, along with the scrunching or wiggling of her nose when she gives you that "what the hell" look. Those green eyes turn crystal like if she is in an emotional state but a deeper shade when she becomes overly concentrated on something. She comes in at an average 5'5" height and weighs a healthy 125lbs (56.7 kg), so her clothing choices are endless. Aibhlinn has her days were she likes to dress up a bit more (pairing anything she can with her prized leather jacket or a fitted bolero jacket) but when she is in the safety of her common room, she tends to wear slacks and a comfortable sweater to do all her major studying and planning in. She is often found with a small smile or smirk on her face that showcases the single dimple on her left cheek but often when she is intensely focused on something her eyebrows will scrunch in while she is chewing on her bottom lip. As much as she prides herself on good grades, she is a nervous test taker which leads to the bouncing of her left foot on the floor, shaking her own leg and often hitting the leg of her desk.
Puberty has been kind to Aibhlinn but she is quite uncomfortable with the changes, hence the over-sized clothes she tends to wear. Shirts tend to be the more difficult clothing choice when she has the option to dress nicer, so she is often grateful for the bulky shirts of Hogwarts.

Personality:
Aibhlinn is a bit of a book nerd. She loved learning the history on Hogwarts and has an incredible interest in the sky above. When she gets into the zone of studying things that interest her she can become quite cut-off and quite, maybe even a little irritable when you interrupt her. She has a highly sarcastic or smart-ass side that she loves using with everyone and sometimes crosses a line when she uses it with the teachers as well. She is heavily loyal to her Hogwarts house and is quick to defend anyone, something that has only grown stronger in her as the years go by in this school.
Her determination is another thing to be envied and can be rivaled by most Ravenclaws' in this matter. When Aibhlinn sets her mind to something she will achieve it, even if you tell her she can't, she will prove to you that she can. Her compassion is a side that most don't see, she only exposes that side if she can trust you enough to open up and that is where her observation skill comes in handy.

Backstory:
Born to a Wizard father and a muggle mother, Aibhlinn was graced with getting both sides of the world. She spent her first five years of school going to private schools in Ireland as well as England, learning the muggle subjects and having the same desires as her classmates. She developed her love for books at a young age and always found the muggle children stories amusing. Most of them were close to the wizarding stories her parents told her about but the fantasy stories muggles had always made her laugh.
When she received her Hogwarts letter of acceptance she was elated. However, upon arriving at Hogwarts she encountered many difficulties as she was picked on for her half-blood heritage among other things. Aibhlinn was already a strong-willed, determined little girl so despite the constant bullying and name calling, she proved herself to her Slytherin counterparts that she could be just as cunning, determined and resourceful as the lot of them. She still encounters her troubles but she developed a much stronger backbone and ability to throw in her sarcastic remarks to the response of smiles. Having much still to learn Aibhlinn can be found in the library, frequenting the astronomy tower or walking the grounds with her owl counterpart flying overhead.

Extra:
Has a major sweet tooth; loves to dance and to blare music in the common room.

Why did Hogwarts have so many blasted stairs? And why did the Slytherin common room have to be in the dungeons, creating the most amount of stair climbing anyone had to do. Aibhlinn cursed as she made the last set of stairs to the seventh floor corridor. She pulled her hood up from her cloak and stuck to the shadows of the darkened hallway. She paused there in the shadows, straining her ears for any sign of movement of noise. She dashed to the other side and started pacing quickly in front of the door. On her third pass a simple door appeared. She pushed it open, quickly stepping inside and shut it quietly. She let out the air she had been holding and turned around, slumping against the door.
The Room of Requirement. She had heard about this place in her third year and had located it with a few of her friends, thinking up of things they had wanted to bring with them to Hogwarts but couldn't, but the room provided what that sought with no questions. After awhile Aibhlinn started coming by herself and it became a sort of save haven. One with no judgement, were you didn't have to get the good grades or side with the Slytherins when they were bashing the Gryffindors. In this room, Aibhlinn was free.
She walked over to the marble white piano and ran her fingers across the top, down its cool side and then lightly over the keys, not making a single sound. She came here simply for the room and would think of various things she wanted in the room, books, runes, musical instruments... One time she had read up on Augureys' and thought of seeing one up close, studying it and when she opened the door she was inside a forested area with in Ireland, surrounded by them. Everyone once in awhile she would think of one before entering, just for the quiet companionship of the bird if she didn't wish to be outside to see her owl.
Aibhlinn sat down at the piano and slowly started to plink away at the keys. It started off as a mournful tune, something she had composed but then it drifted into a great melody from what they were learning in class. It was giant and free, hopeful and Aibhlinn played on until her fingers hurt.

Acquaintances: Honey
Friends: Kendall; Andreas; Amit; Konstantin (potential crush); Korbin;
Best Friends: Kendall;
Crush:
Rival: Elizabeth;
Enemy:

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Full Name
Adrian Zaran Crawford.

Age
Fourteen years old.

Birthday
November 29th, 1943.

Sex
Male.

Ethnicity
Caucasian.

Nationality
English.

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School Year
Fourth Year.

Blood Status
Pure-blood.

Hogwarts House
Ravenclaw.

Pet
Screech Owl.

Boggart
An enormous swarm of insects surrounding him. They all turn into confettis.

Wand
Ten inches, Pine wood, Unicorn hair. Unyielding.

Favourite lesson
Potions: The complex art of potions suits his intellectual needs. He enjoys how precise the concoction of a potion is. He is always fascinated by studying the different ingredients and how large is the range of power between different ingredients. He cannot deny that Professor Slughorn is one of his favourite professors; a fascinating man who always has an interesting comment or story to add to his lessons. He admires him and hopes to become just as talented as him in the art of potions.

Least Favourite Lesson
Flying: Adrian could not find a lesson more boring than the flying one. As nice and intelligent the professor is, flying around on a broom and learning the basics of directing your broom feels like a waste of the young man's time. He has always been an intellectual, the kind of guy you find reading a book everywhere. Knowledge is power, he knows it all too well. As of the flying class at Hogwarts, he is not learning anything that his father didn't make sure he knew about flying a broom.

Extracurricular Activities
None, at the moment. The young Crawford is an introvert at heart, a loner. He prefers to wander the hallways alone, visit the library and borrow a few new books or even walk in the gorgeous parc behind Hogwarts.

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Appearance
As cliché as it may sound, he has the face of an angel. Very soft traits, a rather pale skin from all the time he spends inside or hiding in the shadows where no one can see him, piercing ocean blue eyes and rather light brown hair that could almost look blond in the right angle, under the sun. His only facial imperfection is a small scar cutting across his left brow and a few freckles. Although, one could argue that it adds to his charms.

Adrian is rather thin, but he is not skinny. He has thin and well-defined muscles from a lot of training he pushes himself through. He hides well maintained pectoral and abdominal muscles under his shirt. But you can never see him show off his body, you’ll never catch him wearing tight-fitting clothes. Without being complexed by his own body, he’s simply not comfortable with the idea of people looking at him.

Personality
The Crawford is a loner and has always been one. He doesn’t like the company of people and he doesn’t hesitate to let people who come too close know. He feels awkward in their presence and he never knows what to say, which frustrates him. When he does communicate, he often comes across as either incredibly shy or arrogant. He knows his skills and by being a very good observer, he can often tell people’s weaknesses and he will often call people on them, not realizing how much hatred that can bring him. He’s quiet and calm, you’ll find often find him in the corner of a room or slightly distanced from the crowd. But as any normal being, he has his own type of anger. It doesn’t come out often, he doesn’t let it, but when it does, it’s violent and it is cruel. It brought him a lot of trouble as a child.

Adrian is also a very intelligent young man, a good strategist, even if he doesn’t share his strategies easily. He is always observing others, how they act, what they seem to feel. He enjoys the art of analyzing people. He's not always successful at reading everyone, but he would like to think that the long hours he spends quietly observing people brings him a certain talent at reading others. You have to push through a lot of barriers to get to the real Adrian, but when you do, you can find a kind and rather interesting kid behind all the silences and apparent hatred of others. A part of him always craves sharing his knowledge and interests with others, the sad thing is only that he doesn't know how to do so.

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Backstory
Not all Pure-blood families revel is the birth of their own child. Some families, or parents, see it more as a responsability than a gift. And they will treat their child as such; a responsability. That is how Adrian grew up, in a little town near London: under the scrutinity of his father's eyes. Always getting criticized for not developing his magic fast enough, for not showing prowesses out of the ordinary. As ordinary as a young wizard could be. No matter how loving his mother was and how much she tried to calm down her husband and his far too ambitious goals for his son, Adrian slowly turned into a troubled child. He would climb on trees and roofs of the neighbourhood to avoid his father, to avoid the imaginary homework he made up for him every single day. It was all innocent, at first, and mostly resulted in him building a shell around himself. He seemed mostly quiet, you could barely get a word out of him. Rebel sometimes, obedient other times. Definitely not what his father was expecting of him, but nothing worthy of a lot of worry. That is until they found him hitting the young boy living next door so violently that his teeth were popping out of his small mouth. It had came out of nowhere. A simple, silly story about who got to play with the magic broom this time. His parents had never seen the young Crawford so angry, especially for such a small thing.

In the years that followed the event, the young boy just kept hiding himself in hiw own mind, distancing himself more and more from his parents, never sharing his feelings with them. He learned to let his anger eat him inside, instead of pouring it unto innocent people, especially that such action would usually bring him unwanted attention. Nowadays, it is rather hard to make Adrian show you his anger, but if it does happen, there is a high chance that something as savage as the fight he had with that young boy could happen. He simply cannot control his outbursts once they're out of his system. That is why he mostly prefers the company of books than the company of people. Not only can he not communicate well with them, but he also doesn't understand most people, making him feel frustrated for being such a freak. But the young wizard also became more obedient, with the sole purpose of making his time with his father less painful, shorter. So he would accompany his father to his office or to wherever he wanted to have the lesson of the day, he would listen to him, practice what was asked of him and then he would go back to his room and spend the rest of the day reading books and hiding what he couldn't say out loud in journals he kept under his bed. He knew his father couldn't complain about him spending most of his time reading books quietly in his room; he was learning, and he was passionate about it, teaching himself about the magic world, and the history of his people. He was getting ready to head to Hogwarts.

And the day came where his letter was delivered by a gorgeous owl on windowsill of the kitchen. A moment of great happiness and pride for his parents, and a relief for himself. They spent hours planning and shopping for what he needed, preparing the young boy for his first entrance at one of the most respected magical institutions. Without a look behind, he left his parents near the King's Cross Station. He was more than ready for a new life, for something different. He was ready for a place that could finally let him develop his natural skills and intelligence. He could prove himself to be better than his father even thought he was. Yes, he was ready.

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Name:
Honey Nicole Weaver

Age:
Fifteen

Birthday:
March 10th

Sex:
Female

Ethnicity:
Black/Cuban

Nationality:
British

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School Year :
Fifth

Blood Status:
Half-Blood

Hogwarts House:
Slytherin: "You are relentless in your pursuit of success, making you a perfect fit for Slytherin, but your willingness to take risks makes you somewhat compatible with the typical traits of Gryffindor house. People who don’t know you well are often intimidated by your reserved demeanor, and you have very few close friends. You are loyal to few, and definitely prioritize personal success over close relationships. Your slight compatibility with Ravenclaw house hints at an appreciation for knowledge and wisdom, though they are not priorities for you."

Pet:
Salem the cat

Boggart:
Honey is terrified of clowns, so her Boggart takes the form of a very menacing clown from her childhood memory. When using the "Riddikulus" charm, the clown is stripped of his wig and nose, and stands, mortified, in one of her Abuela's wigs and her gown.

Wand:
Black Walnut wood with a unicorn hair core, 13 ¾" and supple flexibility

Black Walnut
Less common than the standard walnut wand, that of black walnut seeks a master of good instincts and powerful insight. Black walnut is a very handsome wood, but not the easiest to master. It has one pronounced quirk, which is that it is abnormally attuned to inner conflict, and loses power dramatically if its possessor practises any form of self-deception. If the witch or wizard is unable or unwilling to be honest with themselves or others, the wand often fails to perform adequately and must be matched with a new owner if it is to regain its former prowess. Paired with a sincere, self-aware owner, however, it becomes one of the most loyal and impressive wands of all, with a particular flair in all kinds of charmwork.

Unicorn
Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.

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Favourite Lesson:
Flying: Even before Honey began her studies at Hogwarts, she has always been a very active girl. She participated in many Muggle team sports. When she found out about Quidditch during her first year, she made it a mission to become as good of a flyer as she could possibly could so that she could perform well on the team. During her practicing, she realized just how much she loved being able to soar around in the air with the wind whipping her hair.

Least Favourite Lesson:
History of Magic: Honey has never been great at any form of History, whether it was Muggle history or the history of magic. She often times has trouble memorizing names and dates. The subject in general, in her eyes, is extremely boring.

Extracurricular Activities:
Quidditch (Slytherin Seeker); Dueling Club

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Appearance:
Honey is a curvy, light-skinned woman, standing at five feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at a little over one-hundred fifty pounds. Her skin is usually free of any blemishes, an exception being the vertical scar on her upper lip which she covers up with makeup. Her natural hair is curly, dark brown, and shoulder length. You'll usually see her with blonde hair, however, as she prefers to bleach it. Honey carries herself elegantly with good posture, long confident strides and her head held high. She often looks taller than her height of 5"7 considering that she's always wearing heels when she has the chance. Honey usually applies a full face of makeup in the mornings, therefore enhancing her natural beauty.

When it comes to her fashion sense, Honey has her own style and always dresses to impress. When out of uniform, you'll usually find her in a nice pair of pants, a blouse, and boots or heels. She likes to look her best everyday, and usually spends about two hours each morning making sure that there's nothing out of place. It's rare to see her in a state of disarray as she believes that she should always look prepared and presentable, especially when she's the most frazzled.

Personality:
If you had to describe Honey in one word, most people would choose terms along the lines of "intelligent", "adamant" or "bossy". While she can't entirely deny any of those, Honey considers the core aspect of her personality to be determination. Her intelligence is mostly based on her determination to succeed. A textbook extrovert, Honey loves to chat and debate with other people, but isn't as friendly as she could be. Like her brother, she tends to speak her mind without thinking, even if it is some sort of insult. She is also very opinionated and slightly judgmental. In spite of all of this, Honey is only truly nasty when she's extremely frustrated or really dislikes someone.

Honey is a perfectionist who has high standards for herself, and has a tendency to correct people and nitpick. Every now and then, she is dishonest and manipulative. Because she is always glancing in a mirror or taking long periods of time to get ready in the mornings, a lot of people also believe that she is conceited and vain. Despite all of her shortcomings, there's no denying that Honey is extremely bold and dependable. For the most part she's pleasant enough to be around and is usually willing to extend a helping hand to someone.

Backstory:
Andreas Weaver and Honey Weaver were born on March 10th to Cuban, muggle-born witch Katherine Perry-Weaver and Nigerian, Pure-blood wizard Antwan Weaver. Despite coming from a lower middle-class family, the twins grew up a bit "spoiled" as a result of being the only two children the married couple could have; they got nearly everything they asked for. The three of them lived in a small flat in Bootle, where Andreas and Honey attended public school. While being half-bloods, Andre and Honey spent more time with their non-magical side of the family than their father's side of the family. Their mother's family was very warm and extensive; they have a total of ten aunts and uncles and twenty-three cousins, a few of whom still reside in Cuba.

Along with their cousins, Andre and Honey were taught from a young age to always treat people with kindness, unless they give them a reason not to, and try to have an understanding of others. Because of this, they are no strangers to "muggle inventions" nor do they discriminate based on blood status. The pair also grew up speaking a great deal of Spanish and watching Muggle telenovelas. Andre and Honey attended public school until they unsurprisingly received their Hogwarts letters.

Honey's first year went very well; she made a large number of friends, despite her unfriendly tendencies, made decent marks, and discovered her passion for Quidditch. She worked hard to become a skilled flyer and seeker for the Slytherin team, and still to this day proclaims that she is going to, one day, play professionally. Now, in her fifth year, Honey is more focused than she has ever been. Her grades have slightly improved, she's a better flyer, and she has her future all mapped out. While having made a large number of pals in school, Honey only considers a handful of of them to be people that she would genuinely call best friends and would prefer to keep it that way.

Extra:
Pansexual
Will sometimes switch to Spanish when in the middle of a conversation without noticing.
Would kill for her cat.

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Name:
Andreas James Weaver

Age:
Fifteen

Birthday:
March 10th

Sex:
Male

Ethnicity:
Black/Cuban

Nationality:
British

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School Year :
Fifth

Blood Status:
Half-Blood

Hogwarts House:
Gryffindor: "You were ultimately placed in Gryffindor, but the Sorting Hat seriously considered putting you in Slytherin."

Pet:
Polaris the Snowy Owl

Boggart:
Andre is extremely afraid of spiders, so the Boggart takes the form of a tarantula roughly the size of a dinner chair. When using the "Riddikulus" charm, the spider's legs turn into Pogo sticks and it struggles to move without bouncing.

Wand:
Redwood wood with a phoenix feather core, 12 ¼" and brittle flexibility

Redwood
Wand-quality redwood is in short supply, yet constant demand, due to its reputation for bringing good fortune to its owner. As is usually the case with wand lore, the general populace have the truth back to front: redwood wands are not themselves lucky, but are strongly attracted to witches and wizards who already possess the admirable ability to fall on their feet, to make the right choice, to snatch advantage from catastrophe.

Phoenix
This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalize, and their allegiance is usually hard won.

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Favourite Lesson:
Astronomy: Andre's favorite and best lesson is Astronomy. He enjoys learning about stars and the movement of planets, and has committed the names of stars, constellations, and planets, as well as their location and movements to memory. He's always been fascinated by outer space. In his free time, you'll often find him in Astronomy club or simply star-gazing.

Least Favourite Lesson:
Charms: Andre has never been particularly great at Charms. Due to a slight lisp, he has a bit of trouble with pronunciation and gets frustrated very easily when trying his hardest.

Extracurricular Activities:
Quidditch (Gryffindor Beater); Astronomy Club

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Appearance:
Andreas is a tall and lean black man standing at one hundred ninety-three centimeters tall, and weighing in at a little over ninety-nine kilograms. His skin is the color of honey and free of any blemishes, an exception being the vertical scar on his eyebrow from a childhood incident. His soft-curled hair is dense but yielding, and thick enough to lose your fingers in. He prefers to keep his hair neat and visits the barber on a weekly basis. There's a certain confidence in the way that Andre carries himself: good posture, long poised strides and his head held high.

His eyes are large, green, and almond shaped, and are fringed with long, curled eyelashes. He has a short, delicate nose and perfectly arched, dark eyebrows. His face is heart-shaped; he has high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. His lips are full and always moisturized, and when smiling, you can see that he has two rows of perfectly white teeth, a slight gap present between his front two teeth. Andre is, by definition, a "pretty boy" and takes a good amount of time out of his day to make sure that he is well-groomed and put together. Out of everyone in his family, he probably cares the most about personal hygiene.

When it comes to his fashion sense, Andreas likes to keep it simple. When out of uniform, you'll usually see him in pants or jeans, a colored T-shirt, and a pair of sneakers. When it's cold, he'll switch the T-shirt out for a solid colored sweater or wear a black, leather jacket over top of it. He does have his right ear pierced, and will alternate between a hooped earring and a stud.

Personality:
Andre is a natural born leader, often taking control of the reins from others whose recklessness or dedication to facts and knowledge clouds his judgment. He is intelligent, but acknowledges that there are more important things in life, and therefore aims to use his intelligence and determination to fight for what he believes to be right. He also has a strong determination to succeed, even if it means that he must step on the toes of others in order to do so. A textbook introverted-extrovert, Andre loves to chat with people and tends to be genuinely friendly unless you give him a reason to behave differently. He does not shy away from talking to strangers, but tends to turn a few people off with his tendency to express his thoughts unconsciously and without restraint. Despite being chatty, he is very observant, and tends to notice things about his surroundings that others may not.

One downside of being an introverted-extrovert is that Andre often needs time to himself. While many see him as a very outgoing and sociable individual, he can only take in so much at a time; he'll need time after interacting to "recharge." During this time he can come off as a bit irritable and aggressive. Andre is also a perfectionist who holds high standards for himself, and has a tendency to be hard on himself if he doesn't accomplish his immediate goals. When in a bad mood, he will sometimes come off as conceited and cocky. Despite all of his shortcomings, there's no denying that Andre is extremely dependable. For the most part, he is a person who's kind and caring at the core and is usually willing to extend a helping hand to someone.

Backstory:
Andreas Weaver and Honey Weaver were born on March 10th to Cuban, muggle-born witch Katherine Perry-Weaver and Nigerian, Pure-blood wizard Antwan Weaver. Despite coming from a lower middle-class family, the twins grew up a bit "spoiled" as a result of being the only two children the married couple could have; they got nearly everything they asked for. The three of them lived in a small flat in Bootle, where Andreas and Honey attended public school. While being half-bloods, Andre and Honey spent more time with their non-magical side of the family than their father's side of the family. Their mother's family was very warm and extensive; they have a total of ten aunts and uncles and twenty-three cousins, a few of whom still reside in Cuba.

Along with their cousins, Andre and Honey were taught from a young age to always treat people with kindness, unless they give them a reason not to, and try to have an understanding of others. Because of this, they are no strangers to "muggle inventions" nor do they discriminate based on blood status. The pair also grew up speaking a great deal of Spanish and watching Muggle telenovelas. Andre and Honey attended public school until they unsurprisingly received their Hogwarts letters. Andre's first year at Hogwarts was his worst; his grades were not as good as they could have been, and he spent more time goofing off with his friends than studying. He and his friends would often go around pranking the other students and ending up in a great deal of trouble, often resulting in him receiving a howler from his parents.

It wasn't until his second year that he started to get his act together. It was during that time that he discovered his fascination with Astronomy and his love for Quidditch, even though he'd never played until that year. He matured a great deal that year, and excelled in most of his lessons. Now, in his fifth year, Andre is more mature and goal-oriented than ever before. His youngest cousin, the only other wizard on his mother's side of the family, is now in his first year at Hogwarts, so Andreas does his best to make sure that he doesn't make the same mistakes that he did; he's constantly nagging him even though he's a lot more mature than he was at that age. He is now focused on his future; after travelling the world for a couple of years, he wants to become an Astronomy professor.

Extra:
Heterosexual
HATES his sister's cat.

Name:
Heidi Keller

Age:
Fourteen

Birthday:
January 5th

Sex:
Female

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Nationality:
Swiss

School Year :
Fifth

Blood Status:
Halfblood

Hogwarts House:
Gryffindor - "You were ultimately place in Gryffindor, but the Sorting Hat seriously considered putting you in Ravenclaw. You are a natural born leader, often taking control of the reins from others whose recklessness or dedication to facts and knowledge clouds their judgement. You are intelligent, but acknowledge that there are more important things in life, and therefore aim to use your intelligence and determination to fight for what you believe to be right. Your slight compatibility with Slytherin house suggests a determination to succeed, though not at the expense of traits from your more dominant houses."

Pet:
Hans the snowy owl

Boggart:
Heidi's boggart is none other than an enormous Burmese python, the very same she first encountered in the London zoo. She had crept up to the snakes display to take a look but the otherwise docile snake had other plans, charging at the display glass separating them giving the poor girl quite a bit of a shock. It was safe to say that she was terrified of all snakes ever since, no matter the size. It's humorous form is that of a pink-scaled snake adorned with an equally outrageous pink feather boa guaranteed to get a giggle out of almost anyone.

Wand:
English Oak with phoenix feather, 12 inches, unyielding

English Oak - "A wand for good times and bad, this is a friend as loyal as the wizard who deserves it. Wands of English oak demand partners of strength, courage and fidelity. Less well-known is the propensity for owners of English oak wands to have powerful intuition, and, often, an affinity with the magic of the natural world, with the creatures and plants that are necessary to wizard kind for both magic and pleasure."

Phoenix Feather - "This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are also the hardest to tame.

Favourite Lesson:

Defence Against the Dark Arts
She has always been the brave sort who loved to face her fears especially when it came to all sorts of magical creatures, so Defence Against the Dark Arts became a natural pick for her. Heidi found the ability to defend herself and others from the these creatures and the Dark arts especially important, and the curriculum learnt also helped further foster her interest in duelling, as her knowledge of both defensive and offensive magic grew. This was no surprise to anyone that knew her.

Least Favourite Lesson:

Divination
Heidi had always found Divination boring. While others had found themselves mystified and in awe by the subject, it had no such effect on her. She found all the Inner eye mumbo-jumbo the professor loved to mutter about incessantly annoying, but somehow could still see the benefits of studying such a subject. Divination was one of the most difficult magical arts to master, even more so if the student did not have the sight. She'd never particularly found herself gifted in the sight and perhaps that could have led her to this frustration and annoyance with the subject. She frequently had her mind on other things after all.

Extracurricular Activities:
Quidditch (Gryffindor Seeker), Duelling club

Appearance:
Heidi’s distinct features are adorned with a pair of chocolate brown doe-shaped eyes that sparkle with a hidden sense of determination and passion. Framed by light lashes, they are expressive and one can often tell her emotions through them. Her slender and slightly pointed nose comes from her father and helps balance the rest of her facial features nicely. Her straight locks are a dark shade of chestnut brown that she usually wears down unless an activity requires otherwise, then those brown locks would be tied up in a simple ponytail or tied up in a bun for ease of movement. She has a slim figure but without a doubt physically fit as she loves to engage in sports. Her complexion is clear and her skin tanned with a hint of golden undertones. Whenever she feels embarrassed or angry, her skin tends to flushes easily, becoming rosy pink.

Personality:
Being brave and adventurous has been something Heidi has never lacked from a young age. Being afraid of hardly anything, she would be keen and curious enough to try everything and give it at least a go. Always chipper and energetic, there’s hardly any downtime with her, and she’ll always be going off doing something, or on route to doing some crazy activity. It isn’t wrong to say that she leads a hyperactive lifestyle and loves getting her hands dirty and getting into the middle of things. She enjoys other people taking an interest in her activities and sometimes don’t even mind them getting into her space. Of course, that’s on the condition that they don’t intrude on her principles and freedom and she hopes they return in kind. She enjoys sharing her experiences, especially with the people she cares about.

Despite her appearance, she very much grew up as a tomboy, more interested in roughing it out in the dirt with the boys rather than having tea-party with the girls and their dolls. While she can appear to be simple at a glance, she is actually more enigmatic than she seems to be. Friendly but private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on her literary studies, she can be difficult to predict, even to her loved ones and closest friends. She is intensely loyal and steady, but her commitment to activities can shift on a whim whenever the burst of impulsive energy in her explodes into a different direction. Her impulsive nature often sees her as the first one who tells an insensitive joke, get overly involved in someone’s life, roughhouse and play around without a regard for the individual’s feelings. Even with these faults, her optimistic and vivacious nature makes her naturally likable and easy enough to befriend.

Backstory:
Heidi was born on a chilly November morning to Luther and Greta Keller in Zürich, Switzerland. The end of Autumn was approaching ever so steadily as the beginning of winter began to gradually show its signs. The temperatures had begun to dip even further than it had before, and perhaps it was something about being born in such a period that eventually made the girl grow up to be nonchalant about the cold. Luther was an exceptional watch-maker who also dabbled in clock-making, and he owned a fine little shop in the city center. His wife Greta was a cook, and often spent her time raising Heidi and helping out her husband with his business. The Kellers were half-bloods who were just as in touch with the Muggle world as they were the Magical world. Having a foot in both worlds was a great way to do business, as everyone needed to keep time. At the age of nine, the Kellers immigrated to London, England in the United Kingdom. The Swiss homeland was saturated with watchmakers and Luther wanted to make a carve a niche for himself in the British scene. The girl was given the reason that her father was pursuing new business opportunities and she left it at that, too young and unbothered to care otherwise.

Heidi was always brought up to treat people indiscriminately regardless of their blood status. Unless they have given her a reason to distrust them, she always gives them the benefit of the doubt. She grew up being fluent in both English and German and can easily switch between the two easily and seamlessly. Her first few years in Hogwarts went well, and she made her fair bit of friends. With a great passion for Quidditch, she tried out for the Gryffindor seeker position and was eventually given the opportunity to represent the house on the team. She has never slackened in both her studies and duties and always challenges herself with better goals. Heidi is still somewhat undecided on what she wants to do after she graduates and thus keeps her options open.

Extra:
Heidi is fluent in both English and German, although she does has a tendency to curse in German sometimes. Old habits die hard.

Name:

Kendall Price

Age:

14

Birthday:

November 17th

Sex:

Male

Ethnicity:

Caucasian

Nationality:

Brittish

School Year :

Fourth

Blood Status:

Muggleborn

Hogwarts House:



Pet:

Stella Price- Natterjack Toad


Boggart:

Kendall is terrified of letting people down- so much so that as a child he would cry for hours at the slightest expression of disappointment that was shown toward him. As such, a Boggart would appear to him as a crowd of scornfuil and sad-looking people, all of whom he knows personally and who's opinions of him he deeply cares about. When under the influence of the Riddikulus charm, the disappointed expressions are replaced by pouts as the "people" find themselves dressed in outlandish multicolored clown outfits and plastered with excessive amounts of makeup. Kendall could never bring himself to take anyone who wears too much makeup seriously.

Wand:

Ash wood with a Phoenix feather core, 12 ½" and Solid flexibility

Favourite Lesson:

Defense Against the Dark Arts- Learning of the existence of magic changed Kendall's life forever. Although this is his fourth year at Hogwarts, in some ways, he is still reeling from it. The thought of using magic to protect himself and others offers him a sense of comfort and stability in the fascinating but dangerous world he now finds before him. He also finds the practical nature of the course very appealing. Kendall has never been one for book learning.

Least Favourite Lesson:

Arithmancy- No matter how magical the world is, math is still math. And Kendall still sucks at it.

Extracurricular Activities:

Frog Choir- Kendall has always been a talented singer, but never sang in public before attending Hogwarts. After being roped into it by his best friend during his second year, he found that he actually quite enjoyed performing with the group.

Appearance:

Kendall stands about 5'11, and weighs roughly 175 pounds. He's lanky and uncoordinated, with skinny arms and long legs that give him a distinctive stride when he walks. He has massive feet, which he despises with all of his being since they look so comically disproportional to the rest of his body. Everyone says it means he will get taller, but he refuses to believe it until he's at least 6'2. His hands are rather large as well, but at least his long, thin fingers match the rest of his figure. Kendall's skin is pale white and unblemished, one of the few things about his appearance that he actually likes. That, and his eyes. They're bright blue and expressive, and even with all his insecurities, he has to admit that they're definitely his best feature.

As for clothes, Kendall is perfectly content in his Hogwarts robes. The bagginess of them hides how incredibly skinny he is, but more than that, they make him feel at home. He'd always felt out of place in the Muggle world, and when he dons those robes, be can't help but feel like he's finally found his purpose. He rarely wears jewelry, save for a black bracelet on his left wrist, which he only takes off to shower.

Personality:

"The game isn't worth winning if you're breaking the rules."

This is Kendall's favorite saying, and it sums up well the beliefs that drive him as a person. While not necessary a "follower" when it comes to friend groups and team projects and the like, he's very much a "rules are meant to keep us safe" type of person. That being said, he does possess many leadership qualities. He's very outgoing and appears confident, as his beliefs are very strong and extremely important to him. That is not to say that he doesn't have his insecurities. While Kendall may appear confident, he considers himself to be about average in... well, everything. He's not the most attractive, nor the ugliest person he's ever met. He gets decent grades, but has never been the top of his class. He's clumsy, uncoordinated, and a bit funny looking, so despite the fact that he has never been a "loner", he was never exactly popular either. In fact, until he discovered that he was a wizard, he was firmly under the impression that there was nothing special about him at all.

Kendall loves everything about magic. He loves flying and making potions and casting charms... even after 3 years, it all still fascinates him. He has a great amount of respect for his professors, so much so that it angers him to hear other students insulting them behind their backs, as schoolchildren are bound to do. This has earned him a bit of a reputation as a "goody-two-shoes", and he is somewhat disliked among his house for his tendency to report the misbehavior of his peers. He does not really enjoy being a tattle-tale (A second year even tried to turn him into an actual "rat" once) but he truly believes that what he does is in their best interest.

While not exactly the brightest of students, Kendall genuinely loves school, and has a very good work ethic. When not in classes or choir, he spends most of his time studying, much to the chagrin of his friends. He's one of the few people in his friend group who don't have a tendency to procrastinate. Kendall is by no means opposed to going out and having fun with his friends, but he has always made it clear that his studies come first. Yet he does desire to be there for his friends. As his best friend once said, "Kendall isn't always there when you want him, but he's there when you need him."

Backstory:

Kendall Price was a strange boy. It was not that he did or said anything strange, nor even that he looked odd, but strange occurrences seemed to follow him wherever he went. Despite being adopted as a baby, he had a fairly normal family life. But his "strangeness" did begin to manifest as he was growing up in Newcastle with this parents, Roger and Linda Price, and his two younger sisters, Ellie and Diana. The two young girls always managed to keep the house much louder than he would have liked, but he and Diana tended to get along fairly well. Mostly, the commiserated over their annoyance with their sister. Ellie was the youngest, and by far the most annoying of the bunch. She was constantly teasing Kendall about his orange-red hair, calling him "carrots" (an insult that everyone knew she'd stolen out of Anne of Green Gables, but she still insisted she'd come up with herself.) That was, until she awoke one morning with brilliant neon-orange hair that glowed in the dark. The family assumed that she'd gotten into the cleaning chemicals, for lack of a better explanation, and solved the problem by shaving her head. Ellie was mortified, and while her hair grew back it's normal, black color, she never quite forgave Kendall.

At first, Kendall also thought she must have gotten into the cleaning chemicals and was blaming him out of spite, but as he got older, he began to notice other odd things happening around him. Once, when a teacher began yelling at him for zoning out in class, the screaming suddenly turned into a series of chicken noises, much to the shock of the teacher and the amusement of everyone else. Another time when he was drifting off, he awoke to find a full page of notes in front of him. He could have sworn that as he shook himself awake,, he saw his pen writing on its own for a second. Kendall fell asleep in school quite often, so he figured he was dreaming. He never meant to do it- he was terrified of disappointing his teachers, and he always felt horrible afterwards, but it just kept happening. The noise in his house made it difficult for him to sleep at home, and he had always found school rather boring. He couldn't help but feel like there was something else out there.

That something, as it turned out, was magic. When Kendall received his invitation letter to Hogwarts, he could scarcely believe what he was reading. Had the postage not been delivered by an owl, he likely would have thought it to be a prank. But in a way, it made sense. All of the strange things that had been following him since birth- Ellie's hair, the teacher's chicken noises, the self-writing pen- magic could explain all of it. And for the first time, he was genuinely excited about school. His parents, however, took some convincing. Naturally, at first they thought it to be complete rubbish. In fact, they called a family intervention to convince Kendall that the letter was all made up. But Kendall was certain now that magic existed. Thankfully, family interventions involved the whole family- even his eccentric uncle Edward. Uncle Edward occasionally came over for dinner, and would tell the craziest stories about mystical creatures to entertain Kendall and his sisters. As it turned out, he had been speaking from personal experience. Nobody in the family, aside from him, had ever shown signs of magical ability, and as he was an adult by the time Kendall's mother was born, their parents had never seen any profit in raising her in that world. But as soon as Uncle Ed saw the letter, he was absolutely delighted to share what he knew of the wizarding world with his nephew.

After seeing proof- the magical textbooks Kendall brought home, his wand and robes, the toad who sat patiently on his shoulder- they reluctantly allowed him to attend. Though he had despised it before, Kendall now found himself loving school. He was completely fascinated by everything about magic. Being a rather outgoing person, he was quick to establish a group of friends, though his devotion to his studies and his teachers made him very unpopular with the more rebellious crowd. He loved magic, and the possibilities it brought. For the first time in his life, he began to make goals- grand dreams of making the world a better place. Hogwarts had given him a purpose. He'd finally found his home.

Extra:

Kendall loves animals, especially large dogs. The sight of any dog, in fact, will make him immediately drop whatever he is doing to go fawn over it.

Name:
Amit Muhammed Patil

Age:
14

Birthday:
February 6

Sex:
Male

Ethnicity:
Indian

Nationality:
India and United Kingdom

School Year :
4th Year

Blood Status:
Pure Blood

Hogwarts House:
Ravenclaw

Pet:
Beto the Rat, saved from an Occamy by Amit's father during a trip to India.

Boggart:
A Rabid Bull Mastiff. Amit was once attacked by a bull mastiff and was saved by his mother who was able to pull out her wand and use the body freezing spell on it.
Amit see's it as a dog with a tail on both sides and no head, just wagging and spinning around, when casting Riddikulus.

Wand:
Fir Wood, Unicorn Hair Core, 11 1/2", Springy

Favourite Lesson:
Herbology, Amit found he had a knack for the subject, and it's one of the few he doesn't need to study consistently.

Least Favourite Lesson:
Defense Against the Dark Arts, Amit has always had trouble targeting living things with his magic and believes it will not be necessary in his lifetime. He's also a little bit intimidated by Professor Thorne.

Extracurricular Activities:
Quidditch Chaser, not the best in the school, or likely on the team. Avid member of the Gobstones Club, he even has a large collection that he carries on his person at most times. Amit recently took up Wizard's Chess and is hoping to start a club on campus to play.

Appearance:
Amit is 5'2" tall and weighs around 110 lbs. He has short black hair and light brown skin that both often have a fine layer of grease regardless of how often he showers. Puberty has taken it's toll on Amit, and he often has at least two small pimples on his chin, as well as a few scar marks from picking.

Amit wears a pair of large brown spectacles with his school robes and a small charm around his neck in the shape of a Phoenix feather. Amit has a small gold earring on his right ear this year that he didn't have the previous year. Amit usually has his black slightly ragged school bag with a blue Gobstone branded pouch attached holding his collection of the toys.

Personality:
Amit was the class clown for his first two years at Hogwarts, but as he matured he's become more introverted and tried to focus on his studies. Amit isn't against having friends, but hasn't had luck in the past, in part due to being a little darker skinned than the others. This had caused him to push away from most of his heritage the previous years and focus on fitting in, going as far as to make fun of himself consistently. Amit is going into his fourth year intent on making at least one long lasting friendship and embracing his heritage more openly after his recent homecoming.

Amit will spend most of his time face deep in a textbook doing his best to pass his classes or playing Gobstones, one of his few continuing hobbies from his clown days. When he's throwing stones his happy go lucky personality comes out and he will smile from ear to ear. Amit recently discovered girls and has had trouble expressing this. He often hunches over as he walks focusing on the ground in front of him.

Backstory:
Amit was born in India and lived there until he was 8 with his mother and father. Although he wasn't aware of the hardships in the Indian muggle world at the time, it had bled into the wizarding world where there were fears that the British Ministry of Magic was planning to exert control over India's Ministry. This caused his father to be stationed in the United Kingdom as an ambassador with the family following. Before getting his acceptance letter to Hogwarts, Amit was home schooled by his mother while his father traveled between the British Ministry of Magic and the Indian Ministry of Magic. Amit knew few other children during this time, mostly because of his mothers lack of friendships in the UK. Amit rarely played with his magic abilities before going to Hogwarts, as self control was expected from his parents.

After receiving his acceptance letter to Hogwarts, Amit went to his first year. His father was able to take him to Diagon Ally while home from work, one of the few moments of quality time the two had spent together in the previous 3 years. While looking for his textbooks, Amit's father was called to return to the ministry. Amit who felt rushed, yelled at his father insisting that his mother should have brought him instead because "she actually cares about me." His father yelled back and the two argued in the street until his father forced him to return home without all his school items. His father ended up bringing what was left the next day. The two would speak very little for the next 2 years, mostly through Amit's mother. It wasn't clear who was in the wrong that day, but it had brought a lot of issues to the surface. Amit still spoke to his mother regularly through owl post, and occasionally saw his father in the pages of the Daily Prophet.

This recent summer Amit's mother urged his father to take Amit to India during a work trip. Amit's father agreed with some coaxing. The two didn't seem to know how to act around each other for the first month. Then Amit went with his father to their childhood home where an Occamy had taken up residence. His father dispatched it, and gave Amit a baby rat who's mother had been eaten by the magical beast. This began a conversation between the two, and they'd continue to speak over the rest of the summer, finally getting to know each other. His father walked him around the Indian Ministry and purchased him traditional dress to wear during the trip. His favorite part was visiting Hazratganj where his father purchased him a flying carpet as well as a Niranjan (a magical earing). He quickly found that he flew better on the carpet than a broom. As for the Niranjan, he isn't sure how it's supposed to make him invisible yet, but his father assured him that it indeed held that power.

During an especially deep conversation, Amit's father disclosed to him how important his time at the Thuvaraiyam (India's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) had been to him, and his hopes that his son would have a similar experience at Hogwarts. This had a large focus on creating friendships that he told his son had lasted to this day, and had helped him to be successful. Amit even met some of his fathers childhood friends during the trip, including a Magi (India's term for an Auror) who gave him some pointers to help with defence against the dark arts classes.

When Amit returned home at the end of the summer, he barely had time to make it to the Hogwarts Express. His mother was waiting at the station and he bid them both farewell.

Extra:
Amit will grow up to be the father of the Patil Twins.

Name:
Thomas Kjell Bergström

Age:
15

Birthday:
March 17th

Sex:
Male

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Nationality:
Swedish

School Year :
5th

Blood Status:
Muggle-Born

Hogwarts House:
Gryffindor

The Hat saw traits of Hufflepuff in the boy, but it was clear to the Sorting Hat that Tom belonged in Gryffindor. He was courageous, daring, curious, and willing to put everything on the line for those he holds dear.

Pet:
Erik (Bengal Cat)

Tom loves the damned thing to death. It's excellent at catching rats and is ferociously loyal.

Boggart:
A giant, disgusting rat ---> a fat rat wearing a comical clown suit (I know, I'm not funny, this is the bes i can do I'm sorry please give me advice or something i dunno)

Tom hates rats. Back in Sweden they were a constant nuisance for the family and many of them bit Tom. Obviously, a giant one would be rather frightful for the boy.

Wand:
Sycamore, Unicorn hair, 12.5 inches, quite rigid

The sycamore makes a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities. It is a quirk of these handsome wands that they may combust if allowed to become ‘bored,’ and many witches and wizards, settling down into middle age, are disconcerted to find their trusty wand bursting into flame in their hand as they ask it, one more time, to fetch their slippers. As may be deduced, the sycamore’s ideal owner is curious, vital and adventurous, and when paired with such an owner, it demonstrates a capacity to learn and adapt that earns it a rightful place among the world's most highly-prized wand woods.

Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.
Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.

Favourite Lesson:
D.A.D.A.

His passion. Gets great marks.

Least Favourite Lesson:
History of Magic

If the rat was suddenly purged from existence, this would probably be his Boggart. Horrifying....ly boring.

Extracurricular Activities:
Gryffindor Chaser at Quidditch

Significantly talented at Quidditch. Open to joining other clubs.

Appearance:

I know, I know. Have a moment to take it all in.

Standing at 5’7” and weighing in at 129 pounds, Tom has put on quite a bit of muscle from Muggle sports in his early years and Quidditch (as well as running from troube) at Hogwarts. His sinewy figure has caused him to become rather attractive. He has light beige, rather fair skin, and his hair takes a light shade of blonde, though it is darker near the top of his head. He has bright, blue eyes with a sort of determined look to them and fairly light skin.

Tom normally wears the standard dress code required for Hogwarts, and sports a scarlet red pair of dress robes. When in Muggle settings, anything will do for him.

Personality:

”I know it’s the Forbidden Forest. I'm finding out why it's forbidden!

Tom is naturally questing, fun-loving and sociable. Tom is incredibly extroverted and enjoys spending time out and about. He is naturally inquisitive and curious, enjoys new experiences, making new friends, and even putting his foot over the line every so often. He’s audacious, brave, and willing to defy the odds.

“Do you have a map? ‘Cause I'm getting lost in your eyes.”

Tom is also naturally a flirt and is easily smitten by just about anybody, no matter house. Whether it’s in Binns’s class, the halls, or in the middle of Quidditch practice, Tom doesn’t mind throwing out a pick-up line or so. While he’s often just teasing, he does have his eyes on a few students in particular. Tom is also a teasing person, but he attempts to make sure that his words aren’t taken seriously.

“What did you call me?”

Tom is quite easily angered and holds grudges that can last for long times. He lacks self-restraint and once he is fired up, it’s difficult to cool him off again. He despises bullies and people who care deeply about blood purity. He holds himself to high moral standards and would never dare pull a move himself.

Backstory:

Tom was born in Malmö, Sweden, to two Muggles, though the family later moved to the countryside. Tom showed early signs of magic in his youth, such as levitating kitchen pans, breaking glasses, and even hovering slightly. His family just thought these were tricks of the light or such, but Tom felt that he had something else. Tom grew to admire Muggle magicians such as Harry Houdini, Harry Blackstone Senior, and Jasper Maskelyne, and aspired to one day be able to perform magic like them.

At age 7, Tom's family packed their bags and moved again to London, where the economy was booming so Tom's family could find a job. This put him on the list for the Quill of Acceptance, as Tom was, in fact, a muggle-born wizard, a fact that would not have been recognized by Durmstrangs if the family had remained in Sweden. Tom had gotten a lucky break. Divine intervention? (No.)

When the letter from Hogwarts came, Tom was, of course, greatly surprised, but the fact that he was a wizard felt right to him. He had known there was something different, and now, he had confirmed it. His parents, on the other hand, were absolutely shocked out of their minds that their son would be leaving for a magic school. It took a long time for the parents to finally accept the fact that their son would be shooting lightning out of a wooden stick like the fairy tales, and still remained skeptical of wizarding society, but Tom thinks that they have turned over a new leaf in the way they look at wizards.

Tom arrived at Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor with little hesitation on the Hat's part. He made several friends, both inside and outside of his House, and several enemies due to the tensions with blood purity. Tom's teachers were also mostly not thrilled with him, due to the fact that his efforts in the classes- with the exception of D.A.D.A.- were very limited.

This is his 5th year as a student at Hogwarts, where Tom hopes to be able to enjoy a fulfilling time at the school while also getting good OWL grades (at least in D.A.D.A.)

Extra:

-Owns a Cleansweep. It’s battered, and he wants a new one.

-Has earned a reputation as a troublemaker and has attended more than 100 detentions in his time at Hogwarts. Definitely ruled out as a prefect.

-Can speak both English and Swedish fluently. And has a very slight Swedish accent.

Name:
Evangeline "Eva" Delilah Flint

Age:
15

Birthday:
20th September

Sex:
Female

Ethnicity:
Half Caucasian, Half Chilean

Nationality:
English

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School Year :
Fifth

Blood Status:
Pureblood

Hogwarts House:
Slytherin

Pet:
A Bush Rat named Pablo.

Boggart:
Eva's boggart takes the form of a ferocious Manticore. Following a close encounter with one many years ago as a child with her brother, both of the siblings have retained a deep-seated fear of the nightmare-inducing beast. As it approaches her, saliva dripping from it's human mouth, her 'Riddikulus' charm suddenly causes it's own scorpion tail to sting it repeatedly, causing it to yelp and cry in a quite humorous manner as it runs around in a circle, attempting to outrun the offending limb.

Wand:
Dragon Heartstring, Red Oak, 14", Unyielding.

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Favourite Lesson:
Defence Against the Dark Arts:
Eager to be an Auror when she leaves Hogwarts, Eva has worked as hard as possible in this particular lesson. Despite her natural skill at duelling, Eva has a burning passion to learn as much as she can about the Dark Arts, dangerous creatures, and the best way possible to defend oneself against them. So far she is gaining top marks in the class, and while her teachers would much prefer for her to focus slightly more on her other lessons, her skill in this subject is extremely impressive.

Least Favourite Lesson:
Transfiguration:
The art of altering the form of objects into a whole other one is completely lost on Eva. Finding her strength in the art of (Often rather aggressive) offensive and defensive magics, the amount of concentration and patience necessary to achieve a successful transfiguration doesn't come easily at all to her. Not just due to the fact that she finds the entire school of magic pointless in most cases, but she lacks the finesse and delicacy often needed to perform such acts of magic.

Extracurricular Activities:
Chaser for Slytherin; Duelling Club; Any Muggle-Themed Clubs.

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Appearance:
Eva has always been tall and large for her age, and the onset of puberty has done absolutely nothing to change that. Standing at a generous 5'9" and still growing, Eva's figure leans more towards terms such as robust and curvaceous than slim. With a heavy build including broad shoulders, strapping stature and a rather soft tummy, her tendency to enjoy a bit too much pudding shows aplenty on the young girl. While she found it easy to shake off any extra weight as a little girl, puberty and lack of cardio has meant she's gained a few pounds. She is secretly quite self-conscious about it, but being easily-distracted means she doesn't spend too long worrying over her appearance. However, not all of her weight is thanks to the lavish dinners put on at Hogwarts; taking her job as Chaser very seriously, Eva has worked hard to put a bit more muscle on to improve her strength. To her, speed and slightness is only good for Seekers - Chasers need to put up a fight.

The only ways in which Eva does toil at her looks is for herself, and nobody else - eyebrows that have a tendency to become rather wild and bushy are plucked and shaped each week; spots and dark circles beneath the eye are covered with make-up; her normally curly hair is tamed each and every morning to look like effortless beach waves, made all the more attractive by her dirty blonde hair which has a tendency to go a lighter shade in the sun. Dark brown eyes are usually lightly lined with kohl, and Eva tries to wear a new pair of earrings each day.

When outside of her school uniform, Eva owns well-made, expensive clothes, courtesy of her family's wealth. She also spends much of her allowance on muggle clothing, though she occasionally gets the fashions mixed up unless a muggle-born friend gives her a hand.

Personality:
Despite the prejudiced ways of her family, Eva has always strove to be far more open-minded and nonjudgmental than her relations. While she still has much to learn about the Muggle world, she is constantly eager to learn more about them and is careful around her Muggleborn or Half-Blood peers to ensure they are never judged by her for their blood status. However, this is where her conscientiousness ends. Coming from a rich and respected family, Eva still hasn't quite grasped the impacts of poverty or simply even being from comfortable economic background. When students around her despair over breaking their broom or losing a nice wizard chess set, Eva disregards their worry and assumes their parents will simply buy them a new one, not even taking into consideration that their parents may not have the money to do so. While education at Hogwarts is free, the materials necessary for study are often quite expensive - Eva doesn't realise this all the time, and so has been accused of flaunting her own rich wardrobe, array of belongings and obvious wealth by less well-off onlookers. However, this couldn't be further from the truth. While Eva still must learn to be more modest with her money, she is endlessly generous with it. Not in a manner to be boasting, but in a way of making those around her happier. If there is to be a party in the common room celebrating a win at Quidditch, Eva will be the first to put money towards food and drink (If it can't be stolen from the kitchens); if in Hogsmeade with friends and someone lacks enough money to buy something they particularly want, Eva will immediately give them what they need without demanding anything else in return; Christmas and birthdays are always lavish times for those in Eva's circle of friends, for they always receive something they particularly wanted, no matter how expensive it is. Again, this could be seen as a boast of Eva's wealth, but those close to her know that she would act in just the same generous manner if she had not a knut to her name.

Open-mindedness also fails Eva in other ways, by way of her passion. In some areas, passion is good - she has a deep love for her friends (And family, occasionally) and by default, is fiercely loyal to them. Even her brother, who she has fought with on more than one occasion, is included in this, and she will be the first to protect him and any others she loves if she deems it necessary. Unfortunately, this can sometimes bring with it an overprotective nature, and a tendency to flare up at pretty small things. She has quite the hot temper, and won't stand for nonsense, particularly if she perceives it as some kind of threat to her or her friends. This has led to her being sent off the Quidditch pitch more than once after attacking another team's player for "playing too aggressively". She's also not afraid to throw some punches on the ground, and has received a good few detentions in the past for losing her temper at some poor kid.

Backstory:
Eva was the first child and only daughter born of two prestigious pureblood families; her mother, Renata Arias, came from a centuries old Chilean family witches and wizards, originating in Spain and emigrating to the country at some point in the 17th century. Her father, Felix Flint, belonged to the Flint family, one of the "Famous Twenty-Eight" as outlined in Canterkous Nott's infamous Pure-Blood Directory. While some disliked their presence in such a controversial book like the Weasley family, the Flint's were proud of it. With Renata coming from similar prejudicial roots, she too appreciated her husband's pure family tree, and his stance on non-Purebloods. By the time Eva was born, it was pretty clear that both parents expected their children to follow in their footsteps. Unfortunately for them, Eva had other ideas.

Although only 10 months old by the time her brother Alistair arrived, Eva was clearly going to be the problem child. Loud, antagonistic, and never taking no as an answer, she would have grown up to be nothing more than a spoilt brat if it hadn't been for her grandmother's presence. A typical, no-nonsense woman, Eva's abuela had coped with plenty of stubborn children in her life, with Renata being the worst. Having come to England with her daughter shortly after her marriage with Felix, Antonella both adored and disciplined her grandchildren, knowing fine well her lazy daughter and constantly working Son-in-Law wasn't going to do it. Regardless of this, the Flint siblings still grew up in a rich and decadent environment, never having to do chores thanks to servants and getting enough pocket money every week to buy what they wished. For the most part though, Antonella's influence on them both had positive effects. For Eva, it made her more generous. Although her parents were rather selfish, Eva wouldn't think twice about giving it away to a donation box or some poor child in Florean Fortescue's who couldn't afford their favourite ice cream. It also instilled in her some form of work ethic, though it was only applied to things she knew she was good at; flying her broom, for example, or "borrowing" a servant's wand so that she could have duels with her brother. Still a problematic child, but she improved immensely after joining Hogwarts (Though according to her parents, she simply grew to be more "opinionated".)

Hogwarts totally opened Eva's mind - before then, she'd never had the chance to converse with the people her family disliked so much. She was surprised to discover that they were just... normal. Just like her, in every way! In fact, some of the Muggle-Borns were the best students in the class. Everything her parents had fed her since she'd learnt to talk and listen was thrown out of the window. They were wrong in how they thought, and in the way they had taught their children. And regardless of how they would take the news, Eva dove into the world of the Muggles, eager to learn more about this way of life unknown to her.

Over the years, her opinion hasn't shifted. She has plenty of Muggle-Born and Half-Blood friends, and yearly rants from her parents hasn't done much to change her mindset. All she hopes now is for Alistair to follow in her footsteps, but he's stubborn in his own way too... regardless of what he's like, she'll still protect him as much as she can. He's still her little brother, after all.

Extra:
Fluent in Spanish, thanks to her mother's roots.

Has remained closer to her Abuela than her parents; although still prejudiced, Antonella doesn't take it quite as seriously as the others in her family. "I'm too old to care that much about people I don't know." Is her excuse, and one Eva can forgive more easily than her parent's venomous attacks on non-Purebloods.

Eva and Ali spend Christmas at Hogwarts, as they have since their First Year - it's easier to be away from their parents, and considering the emotional distance, Christmas had never been a fun family holiday anyway. Their abuela visits them though, staying at 'The Three Broomsticks' for the two weeks to spend time with her grandchildren. She's the only one that put effort into the holiday back home anyway.

Name:
Alistair "Ali" Seth Flint

Age:
15

Birthday:
7th August

Sex:
Male

Ethnicity:
Half Caucasian, Half Chilean

Nationality:
English

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School Year :
Fifth Year

Blood Status:
Pure Blood

Hogwarts House:
Hufflepuff

Pet:
A Barn Owl named Cortés.

Boggart:
Ali's boggart takes the form of a ferocious Manticore. Following a close encounter with one many years ago as a child with his sister, both of the siblings have retained a deep-seated fear of the nightmare-inducing beast. As it approaches him, talons clicking against the floor, his 'Riddikulus' charm causes all of the hair to suddenly fall from the beast as it taunts him quietly in a slick voice. Upon realizing it's nakedness, the Manticore's face turns a bright red in embarrassment as it hops around the room, smug tone vanishing from it's voice as it wails for anyone present to look away, all while attempting to cover its private areas with now comically oversized paws.

Wand:
Phoenix Feather, Hawthorn, 7 1/4", Surprisingly Bendy.

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Favourite Lesson:
Transfiguration:
He enjoys being better at it than his sister. Also, there's a certain delicacy to the art that he enjoys doing well at.

Least Favourite Lesson:
Care of Magical Creatures:
While it was an easy elective to take, he finds it extremely boring at times. The Professor is a nutjob, and half the animals they deal with ought to be put down or released back into the wilds, not cooed over like a baby.

Extracurricular Activities:
Seeker for Hufflepuff; Duelling Club

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Appearance:
Although the siblings are in the same year, the nearly 10 month gap between them is obvious. While Eva has taken puberty in her stride, Ali has yet to hit a growth spurt, barely reaching the height of 5'3" with a rather slim build. Although this makes him perfect for his House's Seeker, he still dislikes being so small, particularly when he already has to deal with being one of the youngest in his year. His lack of height and build lends itself to already low self-esteem, though he still takes pride in his appearance. Hair is always neat, clothes always looked after and looking good, wand polished every day. He's recently taken an interest in some muggle clothing he's seen students wearing around school, but doesn't dare to openly say so.

Thanks to his mother's genetics, Ali has inherited olive-toned skin that has remained spotless (For now), full lips, and dark hair and eyes of a rich mahogany shade. He hopes he'll inherit his father's height eventually, but for now, the only resemblance to the patriarch of his family are thick eyebrows, thin face, and a tendency to snore lightly when asleep.

Personality:
As many are surprised to learn when meeting the Flint siblings, it was not Eva, sorted into Slytherin, who retained her deep-seated prejudice courtesy of their parents, but Alistair, sorted into Hufflepuff. Very early on in their first year, Ali retained his scorn for Muggle-Borns and Muggles, and it was Eva that shook off her parents discriminating influence and kept a more open mind. While Ali did come to loosen up slightly in terms of who he would consider being friends with (It took three weeks of him stubbornly eating and sulking by himself in the Hufflepuff areas for him to stop moaning about blood purity and actually interact with the many Half-Bloods in his House), he still has a sense of superiority about him that he can't seem to shake off. Now a fifth year, he rarely talks about it amongst his current circle of friends, as they tend to just boo him until he shuts up, and never seem to take him seriously. His dislike for non Pure-Bloods stems from nothing more than ignorance and a negative type of behaviour that is simply perpetuated by his parents. At heart, he's not a malicious person, and could never see himself do harm to others simply because of who they are. Still, he has much to learn in common decency and respect for his fellow students. While he'd never hurt a Muggle-Born, they are avoided with a barely hidden look of scorn - but also confusion. His parents have taught him all of his life to distrust and dislike those people, but it's much harder to do so when you actually spend time with them and realise they're no different than you.

When avoiding his streak of prejudice, he seems to be a decent fellow. Quiet, but with a sly sense of humour and dry wit. Extremely competitive, but usually quite gracious about losing (Unless it's to his sister - that's a rivalry that won't disappear any time soon.). Low self-esteem brings with it a lack of confidence in his ability, and also cowardice. Cowardice in not standing up to his parents, telling them that they're wrong to be so prejudiced... cowardice in not agreeing with his sister so openly about his feelings for non-Purebloods, out of fear it'll get back to the wrong people and he'll be judged. Ali isn't particularly proud of his actions, and is struggling through school and puberty to try and change. Unfortunately, every time he goes back home for summer and Christmas, his parents undo all of the work he's attempted.

Backstory:
Alistair was the second child and only son born of two prestigious pureblood families; his mother, Renata Arias, came from a centuries old Chilean family witches and wizards, originating in Spain and emigrating to the country at some point in the 17th century. His father, Felix Flint, belonged to the Flint family, one of the "Famous Twenty-Eight" as outlined in Canterkous Nott's infamous Pure-Blood Directory. While some disliked their presence in such a controversial book like the Weasley family, the Flint's were proud of it. With Renata coming from similar prejudicial roots, she too appreciated her husband's pure family tree, and his stance on non-Purebloods. By the time Eva was born, it was pretty clear that both parents expected their children to follow in their footsteps. While Eva broke away from her parent's worldviews, Ali is still stuck fast in it, despite wanting to change on the inside.

Unlike his brash sister, Ali had always been an unproblematic and quiet child. Rarely making a ruckus as a toddler and always doing as he was told, Ali tended to avoid his intimidating older sister and hide away behind his Grandmother. Funnily enough, Antonella had a far harder time changing her grandson's behaviour than Eva's - it was more difficult to encourage confidence and socialising than discouraging bad, bratty behaviour. His father's overbearing presence likely didn't help in this; with Ali being his only son, Felix took far more interest in him than Eva, taking him into work at a young age so that he could see what was going to be expected of him in the future. Naturally, Felix wanted Ali to be the next Minister of Magic, if he didn't get the job himself. However, Alistair was an introverted, meek child, and not one expected to go anywhere in life despite his superior intelligence over Eva, even at a younger age.

Thanks to his abuela though, Ali grew in confidence over the years; sticking up for himself, and learning to use wit rather than clear threats as Eva did in arguments. However, he wasn't past procuring a wand from somewhere to "duel" his sister - though at that age, it was nothing more than shooting different coloured sparks at one another, running away laughing as they was caught by an adult. Sadly though, he wasn't able to quite shake off his parent's grip as well as Eva. More rules and standards to live up to him were pressed upon him, what with being the male heir to the family fortune and power. It was a lot more difficult to throw off their influence... even when joining Hogwarts.

Despite his parents, Ali had learnt very quickly that his mindset had to shift just a bit to get through Hogwarts safely, and with making friends. Perhaps he would have been better off in Slytherin, which seemed to have a reputation for prejudiced purebloods... but he was put in Hufflepuff for some reason, and so, he had to change. Negative opinions relating to blood types weren't accpeted there, and on the brink of becoming a socil pariah in his house, he swiftly adjusted his behaviour. While some would call this two-faced, it was more in reality Alistair simply acting like himself, rather than putting up the superior front that had been built up for so long by his father. With them not constantly looking over his shoulder, he could just ask as he was: A somewhat goofy, quick-witted child who enjoyed staying up past bedtime to tell jokes with his roommates, to tease classmates for crushes in another house, or to help someone who'd left their homework last minute avoid a detention. Hogwarts had a great influence on Alistair, but unfortunately, everything disappeared the second he went home for summer to tell his parents everything he had learnt. Naturally, most of what he conversed was met with disdain and anger. He was eating, sleeping, and talking with non-Purebloods? Making friends with them? His sister was already letting down two great Pureblood families by her behaviour, but with him being the son, every insult and punishment was ten times worse. Ali would return to school the next term deflated, and silently vowing to not continue his terrible behaviour again. But of course, it's hard to turn on people you've lived with for a whole year, because his parents told him too. But then, he'd lived with his parents his whole life. Would disobeying them mean he didn't love them anymore?

Such questions and hesitation over his actions has plagued Ali for the next five years. Of course, he had retained his friends, simply to not be alone... but he doesn't dare do anything too drastic just in case word gets back to his parents. Although he simply doesn't write to them beyond vague reports of how he is doing in school and Quidditch, he always worries about the other Purebloods for similar families in the school. All it takes is for them to tell their parents, who were friends with his own. Therefore, his behaviour is still a touch discriminatory, though a part of him hates himself for doing so. He wishes he could be more confident like his sister, but knowing he isn't simply creates more animosity between them. It's hard to pick between family and friends... particularly with O.W.Ls coming up. Maybe once he leaves school and home, things will be easier? Alistair doesn't know... he can only hope.

Extra:
Is fluent in Spanish, thanks to his mother.

Like Eva, he retains a more positive relationship with his grandmother than his parents. He still doesn't dare ask her for advice though, in case it somehow gets back to his parents.

Eva and Ali spend Christmas at Hogwarts, as they have since their First year - it's easier to be away from their parents, and considering the emotional distance, Christmas had never been a fun family holiday anyway. Their abuela visits them though, staying at 'The Three Broomsticks' for the two weeks to spend time with her grandchildren. She's the only one that put effort into the holiday back home anyway.

Name
Iorweth Caradog
_{Yar-weth cah-rah-dog}

Age
15

Birthday
January 19th

Sex
Male

Ethnicity
Welsh

Nationality
British

Blood Status
Half-Blood
_{The youngest of an ancient family in Wales, Iorweth is the first in his family's current generation to attend Hogwarts. The Caradogs, one of Wales' oldest Halfblood families, are considered strange by most well-to-do wizarding families, with a relatively pureblooded lineage being tarnished by rumors that interbreeding with goblins, elves, and trolls was a common Caradog practice before written records -- This is also the assumed explanation for frequently occasional short stature of Caradog men like Iowerth's father Elgar, as well as an explanation for their strange behavior.}

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School Year
Fifth Year

Hogwarts House
Hufflepuff
_{The sorting hat announced Iorweth's house before the headmaster could let go of its brim. Iorweth isn't even sure if he felt the hat touch his hair.}

Pet
Cat
_{Iorweth has a widely-hated cat named Taffy, who is a fifteen-year old Maine coon. It is known for loudly meowing until he can find Iorweth, and sneezing thick globs of mucus on the floors of the Hufflepuff common room. He is at the very least, a good mouser, if the number of voles, mice, and shrews he lines by Iorweth's bed is any indication. Considering that their dormitory is immediately next to the kitchen, many Hufflepuffs are quietly grateful for this task.}

Boggart
Kelpie
_{Iorweth was nearly taken by a kelpie as a young boy while on a hunting trip with his father, who had lured him onto its back by disguising itself as a beautiful white horse. When he climbed atop it, its appearance changed to its true form -- a waterlogged black horse, with long, sharp, teeth and bulging, dead grey eyes. Through the use of the Ridikulus charm, it is given four well-oiled rollerskates.}

Wand
Bloodwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 11 ¾ inches, Unyielding
_{"Bloodwood favors those who are kind-hearted, passive, reclusive, and free-spirited. This exotic wand type has the characteristic of working easily with all types of Elemental Magic (next to Birch and Ebony wands), but particularly in Water spells. Bloodwood wands help to uncover buried and/or long lost secrets, and are also one of the most powerful wand types for use in Divination and Healing Magic. However, Bloodwood wand tend to favor those who are reclusive and prefer to keep out of the limelight, thus it also makes for a good wand when used in the Logical Arts of Magic. This wand type is seen among all the Houses of Hogwarts and has no particular affinity to a certain House. However, it is suspected that Bloodwood wands have a leaning affinity to both House Ravenclaw and House Slytherin. Bloodwood has a brilliant red color that darkens with age."}

Favourite Lesson
Herbology
_{Iorweth, having farmed many of the magical vegetables and beaten back many of the magical weeds that are studied in the class, has an advantage almost like taking a language course in a tongue he speaks at home. Due to his effortless high marks in the class, the workaround Professor Beery has reached in order to fairly grade his pupils is to simply not assign Iorweth partners for projects.}

Least Favourite Lesson
Potions
_{Iorweth is simply bad at potions-making, and that would be a generous statement to make. He lacks the grace, patience, and attentiveness necessary for the delicate measurements, stirring, and pouring needed in the class. Watching him mix potions is like watching a child attempt to bake a cake, and he is frequently made to sit in the back of class or is outright dismissed for the day by Professor Slughorn in an effort to not waste ingredients.}

Extracurricular Activities
Frog Choir
_{To Iorweth's surprise, when he attended the first meeting of Frog Choir, the extracurricular had nothing to do with making choirs of frogs sing through magic. To his equal surprise, he was told he was a baritone-bass, which was precisely the range they lacked. The Frog Choir is one of the few things Iorweth takes very seriously.}

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Appearance
Iorweth, while not exceptionally tall, short, fat or thin, Iorweth's appearance tends to stand out in crowds. He has a strangely alien look, as if he's both listening and drifting away, which isn't helped by the fact that he only ever smiles. He has brown hair which is never combed or brushed, but remains presentable regardless. His eyes are a deep reddish hazelnut, and his complexion is slightly sallow and pale.

He's known for having a feint damp smell with him, wherever he goes, and tends to carry himself with a relaxed fluidity when he walks, as well as a perpetual slouch. He favors simple clothes, and usually wears solid color sweaters, t-shirts, and jeans when out of uniform. He wears a thick plaid jacket in the colder months, although it's very apparent that the jacket is a size too large for him to fit, and wears the same pair of black boots twelve months a year, in and out of uniform.

Personality
Iorweth is strange, even by Hogwarts standards. He prefers his own company, or the company of plants and animals. When he ventures off into the forest, he's never seen practicing any spells or painting any landscapes, or even reading a book. He just sits. Aside from his penchant for lone hikes through the wilderness, Iorweth's odd mannerisms coupled with his near-unintelligible accent win him few friends. He has an oddly specific diet he does not break, never stops smiling, and has a distinct damp smell. Iorweth is weird, to say the least. In spite of this, Iorweth is unshakably nice. Although he's hardly the type to greet others with a hug, Iorweth has a deep-seated love for all creatures. He holds a firm belief that naturally, everyone is born good, and remains good deep down. He is almost unrealistically slow to anger, and only ever intervenes in situations without using violence. He is a vegetarian, and claims to have nursed a Hippogriff back to health, though this claim is disputed.

Backstory
Growing up on the Caradog Farm, Iorweth is a boy of simple tastes. He enjoys hiking through the wilderness, sleeping in trees, and shearing sheep. He has an older brother and two older sisters, and is the only male in his family to fluently speak English -- His home village of Cerrigydrudion is one of the smallest in Wales, hidden away from the English language and muggles alike. His life before, and during, his tenure at Hogwarts has been remarkably tame. No tragic deaths have befallen his family, no rugged battle scars decorate his thin frame. He has a quiet politeness about him bordering on classical stoicism, and his stories about his home life are all so boring that people interrupt him, which he takes on the chin. Iorweth isn't really the type to speak up about matters like that. He'd just smile.

Extra

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Name
Elizabeth Birkenhead

Age
14

Birthday
January 22nd

Sex
Female

Ethnicity
Korean, Anglo-Saxon

Nationality
British

Blood Status
Half-Blood
_{The Birkenhead family hails from the County Palatine of Chester, a region bordering northernmost Wales – a fact several centuries of wizards have taken claim to. Elizabeth is the third in the current crop of Birkenheads to attend Hogwarts, though her elder cousins have defiantly and bluntly told her that she is a “Birkenhead in Name Only” among other harsh comments that she is personally not very fond of. That said, her father has told her countless times that he’s proud of her and looks forward to what she’ll achieve at Hogwarts.}

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School Year
Fourth Year

Hogwarts House
Ravenclaw

Pet
Mouse
_{Elizabeth has a mischievous companion named Morgause, whom has caused trouble for others at times. It’s distinct hatred for cats is notorious to the point it goes out of its way “pranking” them (such as defecating in their food dish) to humorous affect.}

Boggart
Spiders
_{—or particularly arachnids of the ‘black widow’ variety. Elizabeth’s fears materialize into a giant black widow that personifies her fear of danger and her personal connection to alchemy. It not only represents her fear of dangerous creatures, but the dangers of alchemy, and so much more. When charmed, wings sprout out of its back that it cannot control, sending it flying as every impact it makes is resounded with the sound of a sharp comical 'squeak'.}

Wand
Willow, Unicorn Hair, 9¾”, Pliable
_{“Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.”}

Favourite Lesson
Potions
_{With a keen scientific mind, Elizabeth has taken well to alchemy whilst attending Hogwarts. She enjoys the process of potion-making so much that she takes to it in her spare time to an amount meeting excess. Elizabeth’s skill in alchemy might put her in the top rankings in her class, perhaps even beyond some of the upperclassmen.}

Least Favourite Lesson
Flying
_{Next to dueling, Flying is most likely Elizabeth’s bane of existence. It isn’t that the intricacies of flying are difficult for her, but rather that the anxieties of flying make the experience absolutely unbearable. One of her classmates once asked her why this was the case to which she explained everything that could go wrong during flying and the penalties for falling from several kilometers in the sky. She’s not a fan.}

Extracurricular Activities
Magical Theory, and Ancient Studies
_{Elizabeth’s book-smart and methodical nature does well in discussions and readings revolving around both Magical Theory and Ancient Studies (the study of Celtic druids and their ways is fascinating!).}

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Appearance
Elizabeth descends from three primary ethnic groups, though it is clear that she takes more after her South Korean mother than her largely Euro-centric father given her long flowing black hair, light complexion, and soft features. In fact, Phineas Birkenhead once remarked that she looks exactly like her mother to the point it gives him nervous flushes of anxiety upon just seeing his daughter grow. However, as much as she is like her mother, she is not absentee from her paternal traits such as her height scaling at 5’6” (her mother was 5’2” as an adult) and her lighter eyes that express the same sadness and lucidity as her father as opposed to her mother’s robust unflinching natural expressiveness.

Such as her personality, Elizabeth’s appearance is generally conservative rather than liberal. Her hair is neat whether it is long-flowing or strewn in a ponytail.

Personality
Elizabeth is at the core, an introvert; quiet, constantly in thought, socially awkward, and ultimately prefers her books over socializing with groups of people in general. But Elizabeth isn’t elitist, self-absorbed, or pretentious in the slightest and generally actually does like people as evident by her shows of kindness and respect for pretty much every student in Hogwarts. Despite the shadow of the incidents that led into war when she was a child hanging over Hogwarts she prefers to look at things optimistically and goes by a philosophy that humanity as a whole is inherently good. This can seem naïve to her more cynical and outspoken classmates, but even the most condescending remark won’t change her disposition or beliefs. This trait, her conviction, is probably her strongest aspect of her personality and likely one of her most alluring. If Elizabeth is anything to go by it is clear that introverted and shy does not equate to weak and toothless.

However, Elizabeth will not remain completely silent in the shadow of adversity; she’s opinionated, slightly sarcastic, logical, and pedantic. If she sees something as wrong she will kindly remark it and confront it with a passion that isn’t expected from Elizabeth’s bookish nature. However, if she does offend someone with her stances she will be sure to resort to apologetic accords as she hates it when she does react unkindly; sometimes she forgets herself and hates how her train of thought can become overzealous towards others. This is especially so when situations escalate into physical aggression, a form of expression that intimidates Elizabeth beyond anything else and in the face of it might freeze out of anxiety or fear. She’ll try to be an arbiter, but when that fails she is afraid of the violence that could come out reeling from an encounter.

Backstory
Elizabeth is the product of the love between a wizard by the name of Phineas Birkenhead and a muggle by the name of Sojung Hyeong. However, Elizabeth has little to no knowledge about her birth mother due to the fact that she was raised, for the most part, exclusively by her father with very rare occasions where he’d be willing to talk about Sojung for a period that was substantial. But given that connection that was mired in mystery Elizabeth has always had a quiet curiosity about her mother and what exactly happened to her. Beyond that her childhood pretty much was one that was formulaic by wizarding world terms; she was discovered to have the same gifts as her father and was admitted in the same fashion that he had been in his youth.

Her attendance at Hogwarts was a testament to her personality with her studious, quiet, and kind nature resulting her assignment into the same house her father had been part of in his youth: Ravenclaw. The definition of Elizabeth and who she would become was generally echoed in sentiments in reference to her father, a fact that she grew to detest as she felt that she was more than the daughter of Phineas Birkenhead and an individual of all her own; she wanted to prove that, no matter how close she mirrored her father. However, such respect would be difficult given Phineas long stretch of accomplishments and no matter how much she excelled the comparison would be difficult to shake completely.

Extra

Name:
Konstantin Yeremeyev

Nicknames:

Kostik or Kostya

Age:

Fourteen

Birthday:

22 September

Sex:

Male

Ethnicity:

Caucasian

Nationality:

Soviet born immigrant with French descent

School Year :

Fourth Year

Blood Status:

Muggleborn

Hogwarts House:

Gryffindor

Pet:

A pale grayish-brown Ural owl named Mir.

Boggart:

Konstantin's boggart presents itself as a faceless man with a gun pointed straight at him. Obviously this scenario would be panic inducing for just about anyone, but it immediately evokes his memories of nearly losing his father. When he uses the Riddikulus charm, the gun turns into a bunch of knotted balloons full of paint, each with the air being released from it. Not only is the flatulent noise amusing, but the balloons have the tendency to rush back into the face of the gunman, slapping him repeatedly and splattering the paint all over his otherwise featureless face.

Wand:

A splendid 12 and 3/4 inch wand of lustrous maple wood with a dragon heartstring core. Its sturdy make is complimented well by an eye catching finish and a fine sheen accentuates its spalted grain pattern.

Favorite Lesson:

Astronomy is Konstantin's favorite lesson. The familiarity of the subject reminds him of home (and gives him a bit of an advantage as well).

Least Favorite Lesson:

Konstantin is no fan of Herbology. Try as he might, no amount of effort could make a green thumb out of him. For a person with an affinity for the outdoors one might think he would be a natural when it comes to nature and while that isn't necessarily false, his enjoyment of said nature is significantly hindered by the task of classifying and cataloging the entire experience.

Extracurricular Activities:

Kostik maintains a busy timetable as he'd grown accustomed to at home. He is a chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and spends a good amount of time on his stick developing his broomflying technique. Taking after his father, he's also an avid chess player and a regular member of the Wizard's Chess club. Beyond that, he leads dance and boxing lessons with the Athletics Club. They are open to anyone with interest, although attendance has been rather spotty since their initiation in his 2nd year.

Appearance:

It could be said that Konstantin spends just as much time outdoors as inside, though despite this claim he still manages to sport a pale visage. His hair is a light brown that frames his face neatly, his eyes bright; a sharp grey-blue. A straight, angular nose settles between his bright gaze, with thin lips hovering just under that. His skin is lightly adorned with freckles and, as is typical with teenagers, acne from time to time. He is admittedly self conscious about his smile, and generally won't smile with his teeth as they are notably crooked. Already having a fair amount of experience with growth spurts, he stands taller than most his age and having lead quite the active life thus far, his slender frame is subtly complimented by light musculature.

After his family's recent trip to New York City, Konstantin has taken a liking (read: borderline obsession) to American Greaser culture. When out of his robes, one might find him in a dark leather jacket paired with a neat white shirt tucked into a pair of jeans. He wears his hair a bit longer than most boys and squared off in the back. With his hands tucked away in his pockets and his gaze cast furtively into the distance, one might get the impression that he's an edgy rebel (albeit one with a cause).

Personality:

Composed of strong will and good intentions, Konstantin is a driven young man with a big heart that he follows often. He is compassionate towards others, especially those enduring hardships. Justice is a concept that drives and belies a decent portion of his behavior. He believes in retribution and rarely shies away from delivering it himself when the situation warrants. He's impressively ambitious and focused, but this is largely in part due to a consistent need for approval. Beneath the bravado lies a boy who craves attention and validation at every turn. One who lies in bed at night feeling more alone than he can comprehend. A boy whose exuded confidence is easily stripped away when he is hurt, and a boy who has been hurt often.

Konstantin's greatest fear is isolation. Growing up an only child to two busy parents, he's always struggled with feelings of loneliness. His busy schedule has always been something that keeps the thoughts of loneliness at bay, but if idle for too long he can find himself all but consumed by them. Having been at the wrong end of more than a fair share of ridicule throughout his life, Konstantin is thin skinned and will take criticism and insults to heart. As such he has naturally assumed the role of protector, rushing to the aid of those who need it. In these situations, he acts firsts and thinks little of it until met with the consequences.

Many of Kostya's viewpoints tend to skew leftward; towards tolerance and compassion for others. In his Muggle life he was never taught to believe that strong morals stem from a need for a higher power, but instead that you can be a good person of your own accord. In his opinion, the only truly immoral acts are those that intentionally negatively impact others. Bigotry, oppression, outright manipulation. These are the things that make his blood boil and he finds it near impossible to respect anyone who feels that the only way for them to rise to success is to bring others down in the process.

Backstory:

Having never realized his magical ability or any connection of his to the wizarding world, Konstantin had led a muggle's life until his visit from the Ministry, although it was always a very active one. Born to a French dance instructor and a Russian university professor, he was raised in a forested suburb of Leningrad an only child. His parents wanted nothing but the best for their son and did what they could to open up to him as many opportunities as they could afford. He grew up traveling often, frequently visiting palaces, monuments, and theaters. It was in the latter where he witnessed his mother in her element for the very first time, and watched wide-eyed as she gracefully flitted about the stage with a composure he'd never before seen. From that moment on he'd found himself practicing with his mother, who ecstatically began teaching him all that she could. Not long after, he began applying his techniques in another setting: gymnastics. The two combined disciplines worked to compliment one another greatly, but when the next school year rolled around, he and his interests were the subject of teasing. For two weeks straight he came home with a new set of scrapes and bruises from fist fights and bullying from other children. Fed up, his father delivered an ultimatum to Kostik's mother: Remove him from the classes or make time for him to be able to learn to defend himself as well. Having no intention to impede on her son's passions, his mother rearranged his schedule to accommodate for the new hobby. Weeks went by and the bullying continued, until finally Konstantin responded. He returned the months of beatings with little concern for much else but his idea of justice. Slowly, the bruises faded, but the memories were still fresh. They drove him to step into conflicts, and settle them deliberately, when other children were being bullied. This act in itself, along with a new found confidence, made Kostya a popular child.

Not long before he turned eight the family emigrated Westward to England, where his father took up work at another university. Leaving all of his friends from Soviet Russia to start what felt like an entirely new life was difficult for Kostya. His predominately Russian accent stood out among other students and the fact that he spoke strangely became something that more unpleasant boys tended to focus on. He did as his father taught him, but frequently found himself in heaps of trouble for his aggression. Konstantin felt more comfortable in the gym or dance studio than school. In those halls of effort and achievement people could care less about the way you spoke, so long as your experience was suitable. Throughout the transitioning period, he found himself growing much closer with his father as well. Always having spent the majority of his time with his mother, when Kostya began struggling in school, the tutoring from his father helped to strengthen the bond they shared. Once a weekend they took trips into the woods, hiking to a certain point then working on studying strategies for his success. In the open environment, Konstantin felt more relaxed, more receptive. During one such trip the pair experienced their first notable clash with magic.

Father and son pressed through tall grass on their way through a clearing, when a shot rang out in the distance. Suddenly Konstantin found himself leaning over his father as blood spread rapidly across the forest floor. A bullet intended for a deer some ways away struck the man through the shoulder and continued. Konstantin watched in horror as his father clutched at the gushing hole and fell, the blood already oozing into the dirt. They both screamed; one in agony, the other pure terror. Frantically looking back and forth, Kostya screamed for help, though no one responded. He looked to his father for advice, but the strong Russian man only groaned in pain. Somehow in the following moments with the build up of panicked concern manifesting, a miracle occurred. Konstantin placed a ginger hand over his father's, still clutching at the bullet hole, and instantly the bleeding ceased. The wound itself slowly closed, until all that remained was a disfigured lump. The pair stared on at one another in a mixture of disbelief and relief for quite some time, shocked into silence.

It wasn't something any of them understood. They weren't a religious family, but no one could deny that a legitimate miracle took place that day. The infamous "ah-ha!" moment came with the delivery of the invitation to Hogwarts. After seeing how magnificent of a gift magic could be firsthand, his parents were wholly supportive of this endeavor. With this introduction to the wizarding world Konstantin embarked on a path of all new, incredible possibilities. In the past three years at Hogwarts he has performed exceedingly well in his academic studies, though he's faced a few disciplinary problems in the wake of overt displays of discrimination and prejudice he's faced in his tenure thus far. The head of house, Professor Dumbledore, has had to intervene on multiple occasions. As he's explained it, among students and professors alike, the negativity they endorsed was bred from fear, fear fueled by a willful ignorance of the world around them. Blood purists were thoroughly misguided in their idea of Muggle blood making for a lesser wizard and even further so with the idea that Muggles themselves are a lesser species. However, to affect a change in their thinking, which would greatly benefit all of mankind, we ought to be exemplars; beacons illuminating and exposing the unsound, unethical, and unjust paradigms that form such thought. There certainly was a place for violence when protecting others, but ideas ought to be combated through vastly different means.

Extra:

Kostya's greatest strengths lie in physical activity. Dance, gymnastics, and boxing have been more than hobbies for him. These skills lend him a rather finely tuned sense of awareness spatially along with impressive endurance, both mentally and physically. Musically, he plays the piano skillfully. He was raised speaking Russian and French at home, learned English with his father before moving to England. Being trilingual has its perks every so often, but it can also serve as a particularly debilitating trait when trying to express and understand foreign concepts. He also comes from three entirely distinct worlds, Muggle Soviet Russia - his homeland, Muggle England - his home, and the wizarding world - the new world. This entailed learning three distinct cultures and eventually finding his own sense of identity somewhere in between.

Konstantin aims to transfer to the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts (W.A.D.A) after completing his fifth year at Hogwarts. There he hopes to continue developing his art and his passion for it. If he can use dance as a platform to represent Muggles in the wizarding world, he'll have fulfilled what he feels to be his true calling.

NPCs:

Alexander Yeremeyev - A Russian born astrophysicist, Alexander gave up research for teaching when he discovered his wife was pregnant. He is already in his early fifties, but still has a young vigor about him. He is a remarkable instructor; strict, but patient, charismatic, and both well educated and well informed. Mr. Yeremeyev founded the very same intense work ethic within his son, that his father developed in him. The man speaks 5 languages, excels at piano, and is a widely recognized chess expert. The virtue he values above all others is that of persistent self-education, second only to independence, the aspiration toward freedom of self-expression and the finding of oneself in it.

Delphine Yeremeyev - A former ballerina who performed on many famous stages, Delphine is a beautiful French woman who has aged exceptionally well. Now in her early forties, though she looks to be no older than thirty, she teaches various dance styles to advanced students at a major dance studio. She carries herself with a certain dignity, self-assurance maybe, that makes her stand out in a crowd. She's brilliant, cultured, and full of passion for life. Somehow, she manages to convey all of that and more when she's dancing. Some breathtaking, awe inspiring thing takes hold of you when you see it. She has always been wonderfully supportive of both her son and her husband, but still manages to maintain her own interests as well. She is a musician as well, having fallen in love with the violin at a young age and she speaks 4 languages. She is very well organized and passed on her exceptional time management skills to her son.

Feeling lonesome and missing home, Konstantin was ambling through the corridors near the Gryffindor common room early in his first year when he happened upon an enormous tapestry - another of this moving art the school seemed to be chock full of. Always having been fond of art, he had made sure to take special notice as he found them. Oftentimes the paintings hanging among the corridors were the only "people" he had to talk to and while he felt a tad silly at first, he grew to enjoy these interactions. This tapestry in particular, one which he'd come to call the Stampeding Troll Tapestry, caught a good deal more of his attention than usual though. It featured a troupe of tremendous trolls teetering about in frilly tutus and pink ballet slippers. Each had a club in hand, some of bone and others of stone, and were taking increasing delight in clobbering a cowering man standing in the clearing with them. He chuckled softly to himself as he watched, moving from side to side occasionally to get a better view. A sharp pang of homesickness washed over him as his thoughts drifted towards his mother. He knew she, perhaps more than anyone, would get a kick out of this and possibly even derive some inspiration as she was wont to do.

The trolls all slowly came to a stop - much to the relief of the wizard among them - as the soft blubbering of the boy standing in front of them grew. Tears streamed down his face as he thought of the long year he'd be spending away from his mother and father. More than anything he just wanted to feel their presence, but how could he so far from home? As he turned and wiped his eyes with his sleeve he saw an image slowly crystallizing in front of him. As if out of nowhere, a door he hadn't noticed earlier stood before him. Curiosity bubbled behind his sadness and he reached a hand out gingerly towards its handle. He gently pushed the door open and was immediately greeted by the sound of classical music. He pushed his way inside as the sadness made way for the emerging interest.

He soon was in a spacious room with mirrors upon all the walls. It was dance studio, he quickly realized. In a corner sat a record player playing a light melody that beckoned him to accompany it. His eyes ventured upward and found that he was staring directly into the night sky. Galaxies expanded before his very eyes and stars stretched as far as his imagination could comprehend. Immediately he recognized many of his favorite constellations, the very ones his father had shown him in his telescope, but here they were closer. Much closer. As if the Earth itself had risen to meet the heavens. He was in awe as the stars seemed to twinkle at him. The music in the background was growing more intense, building to a crescendo that pumped the room full of a heady atmosphere.

Without even realizing it, the boy was swaying, feet shuffling and twisting as his hips shifted. His elbows slipped through the air rhythmically and his knees were soon following suit. His movement was simultaneously sporadic yet fluid. One moment he was jumpy, the next flowing seamlessly. The music took on a life of its own and the dance was just as lively. Soon he was somersaulting across the floor before coming to a sudden halt at the very tip of his toes; fingers splayed and arms spread wide behind him like a pair of wings, while his back arched backwards. His weight shifted smoothly as he bent backwards until his hands met the parquet floor beneath him. A smile broke out across his face as he imagined his mother beside him, running through the choreography and tapping a steady cadence. A toe, pointed towards the open sky above, swung upwards through the air, quickly followed by the opposite foot. He sprung from his hands onto his feet and used the momentum to propel himself into another back-flip. As his hands found the floor again he powered his legs towards them, ready to use the gathered momentum. In a dazzling moment he was oncemore airborne, twisting gracefully with dizzying flair. Like a leaf catching the wind, Kostya bounded across the room feeling free from his inhibitions. His feet traced intricate patterns as his arms struck out in rhythm. The moon above shone brighter upon the scene, it seemed, as the drama he'd rendered expressed itself on his makeshift stage. He saw himself in the mirrors, his body contorting into various forms, spinning wildly, leaping fluidly. All around him otherworldly lights of vivid, rich colors were cascading downwards. It was the most glorious thing he'd ever witnessed and certainly the most fantastic thing he'd ever participated in. He felt something in the air, like the marriage of Earth and Sky was occurring there in that very room.

It was some time before he had erupted from the room, but his cheeks, reddened from effort and moistened by sweat, bore none of the sullen look with which he'd entered the room. He spared a glance at the tapestry once more and could have sworn he'd seen a pair of the trolls nod knowingly in approval. Before, that is, they resumed clubbing the poor fellow cowering between them.

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Name:
Korbin Aparo

Age:
14

Birthday:
February 14th

Sex:
Male

Ethnicity:
Italian on his father's side, Welsh/British on his mother's.

Nationality:
British Citizen

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School Year :
Fourth-Year

Blood Status:
Pure-blood

Hogwarts House:
Slytherin, though a close Ravenclaw

Pet:
Cat named Castiel

Boggart:

Korbin was once a lucky boy who was able to visit Egypt with his family, but his luck ran out when while exploring a tomb a swarm of scorpions prevented the group from moving any further for a good two to three minutes. Ever since then even hearing the pattering of soft feet on stones makes him shiver, and a chill to go up his spine. Luckily in his third year he was able to conquer this fear somewhat by imagining the Scorpions on little tiny ice-skates.

Wand:
Aspen Wood, Dragon Heartstring, 10 inches, Nice and Supple

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Favourite Lesson:
Charms, with Arithmancy coming in as a very close second. This is mainly due to Korbin's obsession with dueling and his love for outthinking his opponents. He sees Charms as a more useful and impressive style of magic than Transfiguration.

Least Favourite Lesson:
History of Magic as he can't stand Professor Binns. Will usually be seen doing homework from other classes while Binns drones on. With Transfiguration coming in as second as Korbin just doesn't respect the style of magic.

Extracurricular Activities:
Dueling Club, Wizards Chess, and Quidditch. Though he doesn't play Quidditch, he just enjoys watching for now...

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Appearance:

The first thing people normally notice about Korbin is his stature, standing at a rather unimpressive 4 foot and 11 inches. Other than his short stature people tend to notice his eyes next, a very intriguing variant of blue as faint flecks of gray makes Korbin's eyes a spectacle sometimes to those he meets. Coupled with the fact that Korbin does most of his communicating with those eyes it's no wonder he considers them to be his his most distinctive trait, even if everyone else only sees a midget. Puberty has been a fickle friend thus far for Korbin in that it seems to go much slower than for other kids his age, a fact that can be seen just from how small the 14 year old is. Indeed the Hospital Wing Matron at one time thought the boy was malnourished and was surprised to find how fit and athletic the Slytherin was, Korbin being quite well toned and wiry. With that being said the combination of his eyes, light brown hair, a younger face, and an olive Italian complexion made him hear the term, 'adorable' on more than one occasion which annoys the boy to no end. He personally can't stand his appearance and finds it girlish which is compounded by the fact that his mother keeps sending him skin potions (which he has to admit do work) but other than various charms there's nothing he can do about changing said appearance. Besides being pimple-less does have its perks

Personality:
Korbin is an enigma, as he carefully hides most of his emotions underneath a mask of charm and smiles. He's a pureblood to the bone and having been raised not only with the expectations of the British Pureblood community but also the Italian means that Korbin is the picture perfect heir to a pure-blood House. Clean and disciplined his section of the dorm is normally pristine and everything is organized nicely in his school trunk. His appearance is the same, Hogwarts Robes with a dark green undershirt complete with a Slytherin scarf that he wears during all times of the year, though during summer it's very loose and hangs down below his chest.

He's articulate, charming, and calm when dealing with Professors, except for Professor Binns, and shows himself to be a model student whenever he can. But, that's not the real Korbin, underneath that mask is a Cold, calculating individual who has known nothing but a drive to be perfect from his parents. Mistakes are punished harshly and as such Korbin is a perfectionist. He's abrupt to those he considers unequal, amoral, very purist, highly critical, a bit arrogant, devious, scheming, sly, and calculative. All in all he's a predator, always out to hunt on those who don't have the confidence in themselves to defend against him. He comes in like a one-two punch, charming the pants off of you while worming his way into your trust.

With his upbringing he has been taught that friendships are weaknesses which has honestly made Korbin into a young man used to being alone. He has a secret however, puberty being a slow train for him still didn't stop the hormonal changes that came his way and unlike his dorm mates which became obsessed with various females of his grade, Korbin found that he instead preferred taking peaks at those same dorm mates. He knew this meant he was different and deals with a constant self-loathing about this situation as he knows such is frowned upon.

Classwork is hit or miss for Kor, the Slytherin doing simply OK in every class but Charms, Defense Against The Dark Arts, and Arithmancy. In dueling situations or during intense matches of Wizard's Chess Korbin's core personality is shown the most, as the Slytherin uses physical dodging and diving to tire out his opponent, then using his talent in Charms to lock down true understanding of his opponents fighting style before then taking advantage of the weaknesses he's found. His duels always last the longest but the end result tends to be the same, as Korbin literally drains his opponent of magical and physical strength before going in for the kill, calm and collected as before. In chess the boy is a cold methodical tactician, attacking the board in multiple places at once, taking into account his opponent responses and then adopting a blistering offensive that cripples the unfortunate soul that went against him.

Despite all of these things going against him Korbin does have some redeeming qualities, his Italian heritage giving him decent looks, his constant exercise making him rather athletic, he's adaptable to various situation, and is quite loyal despite his rugged exterior. He's a mountain you have to climb up before seeing the good points but should someone scale that mountain Korbin could make a very good friend.

Backstory:
Korbin was born into the name Aparo, a prestigious pure-blood family from Venice, Italy. His father, Angelo Aparo became the patriarch of the family when Korbin's grandfather died in his sleep after complications with Dragon Pox, the man being some one hundred and eighty years old. The family itself was a well known and highly respected noble family in the Italian Ministry of Magic due to the diplomatic ties to the more aristocratic pure-blood families in Italy. Between the families notable dueling skills and diplomatic ties to other countries through such Angelo was a figure head in the International Confederacy of Wizards and traveled Europe itself as a representative from Italy.

When he left his home country with all his wealth and heirlooms to travel he eventually he landed in Britain. Some two years later and began courting the various Pure Blood families knowing that he was expected to continue magical purity, something he believed deeply in. Eventually he settled down with Caroline Prewett and with both families resources constructed a large Manse in the Welsh countryside.

The family gave birth to Korbin three years after. The boy grew up comfortable, his early years much like most toddlers, full of exploration. Angelo had acquired a position in the British Ministry as a member of the Wizengamot after resigning from the Italian Ministry. Between this and his growing prestige as a Philanthropist the Aparo family name became a little more popular. For little Korbin this didn't matter all that much but it did allow for the family to take various trips and generally enjoy the raising of their son. When Korbin was 5 the family took a trip to Egypt and while there was trapped in a small alcove with a few other families while a swarm of Scorpions and Scarabs took over the tomb they had been exploring. Ever since then Korbin has had a deathly fear of Scorpions.

Aside from this incident, Korbin had a very sheltered lifestyle, only really interacting with children from other Pureblood Houses during balls, parties, holidays, and meetings. He was given pre Hogwarts tutoring, and attended Charms School as his father decided that Hogwarts would be much better than the more traditional Italian homeschooling. And so it was with a bit of confidence Korbin began his first year at Hogwarts, impressing his Professors with his quick grasp on the fundamentals. This solid foundation allowed Korbin to sit comfortable in the top ten of his year and the young Slytherin began working his charm on his house mates, receiving House points for classroom work and helping other first years with their homework. He boasted a respectful friendship with his dorm mates, but didn't see any of them as worthy followers, instead simply keeping tabs on them should they ever decide to go against him. He joined the Dueling Club, and the Slytherin Quidditch fan Club during first year but mainly just focused on improving himself and becoming a Dueler, something the Aparo family boasted for quite a long time in their history. This desire to become an accomplished duelist was furthered by the wielding of one of the Aparo heirloom wands, a wand that had bonded with him when his father passed the various heirloom wands to him to try in Ollivanders.

Second year was much like the first, though Korbin took a much more active role in the Dueling club, constantly challenging older members and then analyzing the matches afterwards. During his second year he also won the Year 1-4 Wizards Chess tournament while also keeping his grades up in the top ten level. Though the only real classes where he shined was Charms and DADA, the rest he was simply book smart. And most of his grades came from his diligent homework and studying.

During the break between his second and third year his father Angelo became a staunch ally of the growing Darkness in Great Britain. This meant that his son and heir was expected to be even more perfect, and the patriarch of the family became much more strict, correcting bad behavior with a sharp tongue and the occasional stinging hex should Korbin step out of line to much with his teenage rebellion. Luckily for Korbin this rarely happened and he put on the façade he gave to everyone else when he was at home, a perfect pure-blooded princeling though inside he was hurting a bit from the lack of any true friend or any affection from the home.

Dueling saved him in the end, that and extra lessons with the Charms Professor who took pity on the depressed boy. Korbin started helping out in the Dueling Club, working with younger students and while he was a bit judgmental the work helped out a little. It also meant that he was more of an active member in his House which in turn embraced him.

Now comes the approaching Fourth Year, and if the summer break was anything to go on his parents were worse than before, expecting perfection from him at all times and instead lavishing their attention that Korbin so desperately craved on Korbin's two younger brothers and sister, which Korbin was ok with so long as they didn't start in on them as well should Korbin fail the family in some way and end up getting denounced. He just wondered what he could do to make things better again.

Extra:
Allergic to Bees.
Homosexual.
Fluent in Italian though it does have a hint of an English Accent.
Is from a quite well off family, something he takes for granted. His belongings are typically the best in that field.

Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry that charmed the hearts out of most of the magical population of Great Britain, the school that during the winter months was a picture of serenity and peace... "BANG! BANG! SWISH!" The loud sounds of either a cannon booming or an angry Hogwarts student suddenly interrupted that serene picture. A few moments more saw 12 year old Korbin Aparo appearing seething with anger as he stared down at his homework on the Goblin Civil War from his History of Magic class. The second year Slytherin scoffed in disgust even as he tore the parchment up and then curled it up into a tight ball in his fists. Stupid Professor was the pre-teens thought, giving him an Unacceptable on his homework, how dare he. Sure, the teen had wrote about the wrong Goblin Civil War but at least the information on the parchment was correct!

Still seething, Korbin looked around at his surroundings and realized he had absolutely no idea where he was, such was his predicament. He shyly stowed his wand back in his holster at his right wrist and took a deep breath. It probably wasn't a good idea going around and causing a ruckus, especially since he had stayed in the library way later than he should have and curfew would be beginning quite soon. And while he was sure that no one really even knew who he was he didn't want to lose his House any points. He vaguely recognized the painting of Barnabas the Barney and his mind began piecing together that he was on the seventh floor. Groaning Korbin began resolving himself to the fact that he was going to be caught out of the common room and with a muttered curse threw his homework on the ground and Incendio'd it. Stupid parchment...

Just as he started heading to the staircase he heard the sounds of -someone- coming up. With a gasp the boy ran towards the nearest corridor, only to stop as a professor started coming out of his classroom farter down the hall. Stopping in his tracks Kor twisted his body and began starting for the opposite side of the corridor only for the unmistakable sound of the caretakers key chain to be heard. Taking a very brief moment to curse his luck the boy twisted and turned once, twice, and then three times not knowing what to do or where to go. All he wanted was a place to hide! Giving another curse that would send his mother into a fit Korbin closed his eyes as he gave up only to open them and find a door right infront of him. Tilting his head in surprise, bewilderment, and amazement the twelve year old only hesitated long enough to hear the keys rattle once again before rushing towards the door and slinging himself inside, slamming the door back and then gasping by what he saw inside.

It was if someone had taken a picture of his ideal hiding spot. A small fire was roaring tiny flames around some neatly packed logs while a chair sat near the fire which was huddled in a elegantly carved marble fireplace. Beside the chair was a huge bookcase and on the other was a tray with tea and biscuits. With his jaw firmly planted on the floor, Korbin could only stare for a good ten minutes before his brain decided to go and see if this was some illusion or not. But as he approached the chair and felt the heat from the fireplace he knew this was no magical illusion. This was real. After a good minute of deliberation the Slytherin slowly sunk into the chair and exaled the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Holy crap that chair was comfortable! With a full smirk now firmly planted on his face Korbin leaned back and then yelped as the chair reclined. Gigging then uncontrollably Korbin picked up a book from the glass table beside of him and sighed in pure contentment. Surely he wouldn't be missed until the morning, if he was even missed at all! He knew one thing though, he was going to use this room as much as possible in the future...

With the wide smile still on his face Korbin resigned himself to spending the night in the room, and thought that the only thing that needed to be changed was the cursed History Books that seemed to be all over the bookshelf.