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Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

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Garrett Gray

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"If I ever met a dragon, I don't know if I'd fight it or ride it. Probably both - gotta wrassle a mean bastard like a dragon to tame it."

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STUDENT IDENTIFICATION

N A M E:

Garrett Cain Gray

N I C K N A M E:

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

G E N D E R:

Male

A G E:

17th March 1998 - 17

B L O O D S T A T U S:

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

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PRESENCE

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

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

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

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ACADEMICS

H O U S E:

Tituba

Y E A R:

7th Year

E L E C T I V E S:

• Divination
• Arithmancy
• Care of Magical Creatures

B E S T C L A S S:

Potions

W O R S T C L A S S:

Charms

C L U B S:

• Tituba Quidditch Team; Chaser
• Charms Club; Member
• Dueling Club; Treasurer

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WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

W A N D:

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

_{Applewood wands are not made in great numbers. They are powerful and best suited to an owner of high aims and ideals, as this wood mixes poorly with Dark magic. It is said that the possessor of an apple wand will be well-loved and long-lived, and I have often noticed that customers of great personal charm find their perfect match in an applewood wand. An unusual ability to converse with other magical beings in their native tongues is often found among apple wand owners, who include the celebrated author of Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs, Dylan Marwood.}

P A T R O N U S:

Beagle

_{Those with a dog patronus are very loyal to those they care about, but can vary widely in personality, in extreme ways. In particular, those with a Beagle are often seen to be evenly tempered, and very easy to excite. Intelligence and amicability are also common traits with those of a Beagle patronus, but do not be fooled – although generally gentle dogs, just as their witch or wizard may also be, they know when to bite when threatened; and they can bite hard.}

B O G G A R T:

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

F A M I L I A R:

Hawk; Garrus. Garrett loves his hawk, and his hawk loves him. At least, that's what he assumes when the derpy bird jumps about excitedly on his shoulder while he's waiting for a letter or treat. The talons leave marks, but it's such a damn cool pet Garrett doesn't care.

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ESSENCE

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

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

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

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

R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S:

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

L I K E S:

• Jumpscares – Gets the heart pumping! And well, this comes hand in hand with all the horror games he's played on holiday. Curse you Levi!
• Video games – It's not just the horror ones he enjoys; there's a multitude. From RPG's to FPS's; he's tried a few. Now what's the name of that one with the dragons, and the sassy dwarves?
• Speed – Huh? Nah, not the drug, just going fast. Running, driving (Although never having driven a car himself, he's been in a few where speed limits were ignored.), and of course, flying. Chaser's gotta go fast for the quaffle y'know.
• Puns – Mainly dog-like ones, and mainly within earshot of his cousin.
• Muggle music – Another great thing that Levi and Rudy have introduced him to. The Killers are real good.
• Indian food – Nothing too spicy, but he loves all the different flavours.
• Whiskey – Not just Firewhiskey. The Muggle stuff is pretty good too, if you want something smooth.
• Meat – He was a meat freak before the Werewolf shit started. Steak, ribs, chops – if you invite him to a barbeque, he's an absolute animal... pun intended.

D I S L I K E S:

• Jumpscares – Yes, he has a love/hate relationship with them. Terrible for the heart, but the games are pretty addictive!
• Being a Werewolf – What? He's not going to pretend he likes turning into a blood-thirsty canine man every full moon. He used to enjoy looking at the moon before! Now... not so much
• Small spaces – He likes the open, outdoors, etc. Cupboards, nooks and crannies don't agree with him.
• The Silencio charm - People use it on him a lot.
• Maraschino cherries – God, just... why are they so sweet? Just have a regular cherry!
• Hospitals – Or any clinical type area, even the sick bay makes him uncomfortable.
• Swimming – He's not a big fan of the water.

H O B B I E S:

• Playing his banjo
• Building/Making things; through many mediums, basically whatever is at hand.
• Saying shitty puns
• Sneaking out into the nearby forest, to do some stuff n things.
• Daydreaming
• Playing video games/listening to muggle music – when he's able to around his Muggleborn friends' house, of course.
• Bursting into song after hearing a familiar lyric in a nearby conversation – it could be a word or a phrase, doesn't take much to get him going. Not only restricted to corridors either; expect some outbursts in class.
• Giving nicknames to people. They usually don't ask, and even if they don't like the given one, he probably won't change it. This applies to the Professor's too, but after several detentions from certain ones, he's stopped saying it to their faces.

F E A R S:

• Being mutilated and ripped apart by freakin' haunted robots. Well... maybe not robots specifically – being brutally murdered in a gory and disgusting manner by anything wouldn't be great.
• Losing control. Yeah, sounds cliché, but when you're a werewolf with some extreme issues with acceptance, losing control of your emotions is a scary thought. Especially if he hurt someone...
• Claustrophobia. Garrett's a big guy, but he's pretty sure that even if he was small, he wouldn't like small, enclosed spaces. It's even worse when the full moon approaches.
• Intimacy. The fear of letting someone in, and showing that he isn't all that jovial as he pretends to be. Because who would stay with him after learning about his true nature?
• Drowning. Silly, he supposes here in the wizarding world where aid can come with the ease of a wand. But it's how his brother died, and the muggles couldn't save him – since then, Garrett hasn't been fond of water.

B A C K G R O U N D:

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

Well, apparently everything could.

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

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

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

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

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

From there, Wes and Garrett struggled with their curse together – not that Garrett showed the struggle. He covered it up with jokes, and shitty humour – a lot of the time, it was just him acting as himself. But so many bad feelings were squashed down further and further until he was certain they would never resurface again.
Integrating into Salem wasn't as hard as he first thought it would be – being a naturally amicable person, it was easy to make friends; among them Rudy Valentine, and then his younger brother Levi when he joined afterwards. Being Muggleborns, the Valentine's introduced him to a whole new world when inviting him over during the holidays. Garrett was enjoying life, and is still now – making sure to try and lighten up his cousin while goofing off too.

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Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

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April Pembrook

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“Tact is the ability to tell someone to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip.”

– Winston Churchill

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N A M E

April Melissa Pembrook

N I C K N A M E

Apple - A title garnered from her grandmother. If anyone else calls her it, she'll probably get angry, probably.
Brook - Used by those who don't really like her. Another surefire way to piss her off.

B I R T H D A T E

11th of October 1998

G E N D E R

Female

A G E

17

B L O O D S T A T U S

Half-blood

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Standing at 5 foot six inches, April is one of those rare people that seem to have been sat down on the genetic fence in terms of appearance. Her appearance is wholeheartedly determined by what she wants it to be. If she wants to look hot, she'll have you begging on both knees but alternatively, if she couldn't be bothered with how others think about her --which is most of the time-- she'll just be your average girl.

Half of her beauty comes from the mystery to her that seems ever-prevalent and casually hinted at in every feature of hers. Her stormy grey eyes seem to hide a quiet knowledge and her rosy lips silently quiver with the secrets of the world. Piss her off though and you'll be in for a treat!

When she's not in uniform, April prefers baggy clothing, choosing to wear long wooly jumpers which is one of the main reasons to why she loves winter so much - she has an excuse to layer up. Very rarely will you find her in anything revealing, a choice that probably stemmed from the rather strict controls placed on her as a child. Another reason for it could be the rather impressive tattoo on her right forearm which April doesn't seem too quick to disclose.

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H O U S E

Good

Y E A R

Six

E L E C T I V E S

- Alchemy
- Divination
- Study of Ancient Runes

B E S T C L A S S E S

- Charms

W O R S T C L A S S E S

- History of Magic

C L U B S

- Charms Club
- Potions club

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W A N D

Blackthorn | Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding | 10"

P A T R O N U S

Wolf

B O G G A R T

An enclosed wall that seems to keep on shrinking and shrinking around her.

F A M I L I A R

Ares is, despite his rather impressive name, one of the most cowardly cats in existence. It doesn't take much for him to turn tail and make for the nearest hiding spot. Despite his cowardly attitude, he seems incessantly curious and never really dropped out of the kitten phase which is probably why April likes him so much.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Upon meeting April for the first time, one would not be harsh in thinking that she was nothing short of a dickhead. She is, after all. She's sarcastic, competitive and she has enough dim-witted pride not to let anything slide past her. The main thing that creates a lot of friction between her and others, however, is the constant air of superiority that seems to waft from her being - she gets excellent grades without much work being put into it which generally leads to others becoming frustrated and a tad bit pissed off at her. She could almost be described as being unapproachable, entirely detached from those around her in such a way that she seems to float from class to class without much interaction unless someone decides to step on her toes. Starting conversations with her seems almost void as she will either give you a short answer or a sarcastic one, both of which aren't the type of stuff that lay steady foundations upon which a friendship can be built. There are a few exceptions, of course.

God loves a trier and April appreciates them as well. If she sees that you genuinely are putting some effort into talking to her, she'll more than likely make mostly pleasant conversation. She'll occassionally slip up with the whole pleasant part and she will keep you at arm's length but you can see that there is some sort of appreciation there for your presence. The other exceptions are people she hates with a deep passion. You really haven't seen a bitch until you've seen April lay into someone she hates. This hatred can have a number of causes ranging from someone who looked at her funny to someone who thinks they're better than her. And finally, those who she gets a little hot and bothered about. She's only human and it's only fair that she gets to oogle a little bit of eye candy when she has the chance. Typically, these people have the very profound power of making her drop her agressive behaviour in favour of a more reserved one.

It's been proposed that she barely even has a working conscience but anyone with sharp enough eyes can see that that is really not the case - she is terribly afraid of something; something that can seemingly paralyse her in a moment's notice. In truth, April is irrevocably different from her fellow witches and wizards and in their world, that difference is enough to brand you as an enemy or someone who is not to be trusted. There's a beast inside April and it drags its claws through her soul, it tears away at her being until she's left feeling rotten and incomplete. It's the reason why she stays away from others. And it only has one master - the moon.

R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S:

Given that the few males April was exposed to as a child were cousins which were quickly whisked away upon realisation of who she was, the young witch hasn't had much experience with the other sex. Apart from flirtatious glances from the truly bold (which she ignores), she's not exactly devoid of desire. She wants and she wants quite a bit but she also knows that she can't get so she let's most things drift by. Relationships are a no-go anyways so she's somewhat fortunate in that regard.

L I K E S

• Quiet
• Winter
• Fires
• Alchemy
• Copious amounts of meat
• Barbeques (one of the few things she likes about summer)
• Sarcasm
• Intelligence
• Winning
• Muggle young adult romance novels (don't ask)

D I S L I K E S

• Idiots
• Loud-mouthed idiots
• Confidence
• Herbology
• Most cats except for Ares
• Enclosed spaces
• Werewolves
• Children
• Jocks
• Mornings

H O B B I E S

• Practising charms
• Investigating the surrounding areas
• The wealth of knowledge that is Muggle fanfictions

F E A R S

• Being trapped
• What she's capable of and what she could do to people if she isn't careful
• Letting people get too close

H I S T O R Y

April has only ever committed one sin, but it's a heinous sin at that - she was born. The family she was born into - the Pembrooks were generally considered to be one of the most powerful wizarding families in America but not for their magical prowess or their great wizarding abilities; no, they were rich and held a lot of power in the Republic of Magic. The Pembrooks originated from Seattle but had branched out to gain a lot of control over the Washington State area. Her grandmother, Melissa Pembrook, was the acting Supreme of the family - the overarching matriarch that controlled all of the family's collective actions. The rules enforced by the family were nothing short of totalitarian in nature but they had a considerable amount of power which kept people in line pretty well. They had very staunch views on the treatment of magical creatures and the bloodlines of wizards and one of their most guarded rules was that witches and wizards inside the family could not marry or have children with muggles or worse, half-bloods. How hypocritical it was, then, that her mother was the one to break those rules and lie with a muggle.

Fast forward nine months and April was born, much to the fury and hatred of her extended family. Her grandmother would appear weak and biased if she didn't do anything about it so she excommunicated her own daughter and sent her into exile. There was still, of course, the problem of the eerily quiet baby that they were left with. For April, her grandmother chose mercy, which was both appreciated and frowned upon in the family. Things could have went a lot more downhill for the stubborn young thing but surprisingly, she had a mostly pleasant early life. Her grandmother kept her safe from those who wished harm upon her and brought her up like she was her own. April was smart, of course, and it wasn't long until she began hearing the stories and the rumours but she didn't let it bother her. She wholeheartedly loved her grandmother and although she wasn't fussed on the whole idea of power and politics, she looked like a promising young witch.

She grew up surrounded by magic on every side so it wasn't a surprise that she picked it up fairly quickly. Then, during the summer before she went to Salem for the first time, things went south. Like, very south. Their family, having radical views on the treatment of magical creatures, were attacked by a small group of fundamentalists trying to rip the heart right out of the Pembrook Coven - her grandmother. They didn't get to her, of course, but they got really damn close. Close enough to get April. She doesn't remember much but she does remember losing a copious amount of blood. When she came back around, she was still somehow alive with a very long cut running down her thigh that had been sealed over with silver.

As her grandmother nursed her back to health, it was becoming abudantly clear that although being a half-blood was acceptable, being a half-blood werewolf was not. Her grandmother was forced into an ultimatum - get rid of the girl or keep her and risk both their lives. So, begrudgingly, she got in contact with April's mother again. Although she was hesitant, her mother came back and took her as soon as she heard about the threat to her life.

Her mother wasn't exactly rich so the ingredients required to make Wolfsbane were hard to come-by but they got on alright. She was taken up North to Canada where her turning couldn't affect anyone. When it came to school, both her and her mother agreed that keeping her curse quiet was the best idea. Her mother tried to get as much Wolfsbane as possible but it was tricky so there's been more than a number of times where April will disappear for a night and go as far as she can from the school. She's a werewolf so nothing can really harm her anyways. She just fears the day where she can't get out. Where she can't run and be away from others.

Famalam

F A M I L Y

• Grandmother - Melissa Pembrook was the woman who actually raised her and kept her safe from those who would see her dead and for that, April is eternally grateful, but she still holds a silent judgement in her heart for her grandmother throwing her own daughter away and still fervently believes that although she loved April, a part of her always hated that her granddaughter was a half-blood.
• Mother - Alyssa Pembrook may not have been there for April her entire life but April has come to an understanding with that. Her mother was the one who actually helped her with her curse and although she refuses to tell her anything about her father, April probably trusts her the most in the world.

Theme Song

T H E M E S O N G

The Little Things Give You Away – Linkin Park
_{Don't want to reach for me do you
I mean nothing to you
The little things give you away
And now there will be no mistaking
The levees are breaking}

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Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

Wesley Gray

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⩥ N A M E:

Wesley Elizabeth Gray.

⩥ N I C K N A M E:

Wes. Self-explanatory - it's the shortened form of her first name.

⩥ G E N D E R:

Female.

⩥ A G E:

Seventeen.

⩥ May 22, 1999.

⩥ B L O O D S T A T U S:

Pureblood.
Werewolf (bitten).

⩥ Bitten in the summer of 2008 by Raff Conan.

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Wesley’s eyes bore into the mirror, never letting her eyes drift from her face. The loose tee slides easily over her frame and she doesn’t bother to make sure it’s smoothed out, but instead moves to cover the mirror with a dark piece of cloth.

This is the daily ritual for Wesley. Because, to others, she definitely doesn’t look bad, but to Wesley, her appearance is hideous.

Many see her as an attractive girl – she’s not particularly feminine, but rather more so on the masculine side. She’s not masculine so much in how she looks, except for her slightly broad shoulders and curveless frame, but in her slouched demeanor and choice of clothes. When it comes to clothes, Wesley likes plain t-shirts with v-necks or sleeveless ones with dropped armholes and baggy jeans or shorts; she also has a taste for flannel and long silver necklace. Most of the time, her hair is a mess and looks tangled – and no matter how much she brushes it, it stays the same. Very rarely, Wesley can be seen wearing glasses since she’s near-sighted, but it only comes once every blue moon. People tend to take her smeared makeup and eye bags and sometimes sickly pallor as a fashion statement, a grunge edgy attire that Wes seems fond of - of course, that’s not exactly true; Wesley just has a habit of rubbing her eyes and, well, the other things can be explained by something else entirely.

Wesley doesn’t exactly see this image of herself – ever since she tends to have a low opinion on her beauty. Underneath her clothes, she knows there are long, thick red and white scars, some small and in the crescent shape of pressed nails and some long like that of an animal’s claws on a tree. They litter her stomach and back – though some on her back look rather strange and different than the usual on her, like they were made from being scratched against something too hard – and there’s even a scar on the back of her neck which she covers with her brown hair. It’s because of her insecurity in her appearance that Wesley searches for the beautiful.

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⩥ H O U S E:

Tituba.

⩥ Y E A R:

Seventh.

⩥ E L E C T I V E S:

Care of Magical Creatures.
Muggle Studies.
Divination.

⩥ B E S T C L A S S:

Astronomy.

When you're constantly looking at the night sky, it's hard not to know everything about it. Wes has learned how to read the stars like a fuckin' centaur and knows a helluva lot of their names, too. She makes it a point to keep track of all planetary and constellation cycles in her plethora of journals - but, most importantly, she keeps a good eye on the moon cycles at all times.

⩥ W O R S T C L A S S:

Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Wes likes to blame it on her temperamental wand - but the matter of the truth is, spellwork isn't Wes's strong point. Swishing a wand and expecting things to happen has always been a sore spot on her school record. Unfortunately, unlike Herbology or History of Magic, there's no way to fix it. She's pretty much fucked when it comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

⩥ C L U B S:

Astronomy Club: Member.
Divination Club: Member.
Quidditch: Beater.

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⩥ W A N D:

An extremely expensive silver lime wand with the core of a wampus cat hair and is rather, unfortunately, whippy.

⩥ P A T R O N U S:

German Shepard.^{Not that it matters, since she can't produce one anyways.}

^{"The german shepherd is, by nature, a rescuer. They tend to seek out people or tasks they are in need of aid, and they gravitate toward them, having what you could call a hero complex. They are somewhat stoic in their own emotional nature, because they are much more interested in the needs of others rather than their own. Thoughts of materialstic objects and over dramatic ideals are trivial to them, because they are very simple and basic in their needs, and comfortable that way."}

⩥ B O G G A R T:

Long, heavy metal chains with manacles at the end. When using the "riddikulus" charm, granted if it works, the metal chains become ferrets with ridiculously long torsos.

⩥ F A M I L I A R:

Catsnek is a docile and loving ferret that could never bring any harm onto anyone except for those damned tiny humans. Yes, the sweet-natured Catsnek has a deep hatred for children - anyone under the age of fourteen is considered a heathen in her eyes and she'll claw the soul out of them before she let's one touch her. It is a blessing really that Wes got her when she was fifteen and not anything below that, or their relationship would be a whole lot more sour.

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⩥ P E R S O N A L I T Y:

There’s a lot more to Wesley Gray than what people think. For example, Wesley Gray is like an onion. Not because she stinks, not because she makes people cry – though that’s not quite wrong – but because she has layers. To most, she’s the bad girl of Tituba – the reject, the rebel without a cause, the slut, and the girl who one time got a month’s worth of detention for skinny-dipping in Lake Blue – and would have gotten away with it if it weren’t for those pesky mermaids complaining to Headmistress Endicott. But to really get to know Wesley Gray, really understand her, one has to dig their nails into that onion and slowly pry the layers apart until they reach the core.

Wesley sits in class, her mouth twitching into a smirk with every question – stupid or smart – asked; her fellow classmates are all in front of her, frozen into their seats, uninterested in Wesley’s snarky comments muttered underneath her breath. This is the first layer, the onion sitting untouched on a chopping board – the basic appearance free for all to see. Wesley is the rebellious girl, who refuses to conform – who goes out of her way to not conform to what people expect of her. Is Wesley expected to be a smart student, a good student, an obedient student? Is intelligence the new black? Wesley won’t try, she spews the expectations onto their faces. Wesley is the sarcastic girl, the one with acerbic spit of sarcasm and judgment. She doesn’t give people chances, she makes one-second decisions based on their clothes, their appearances, that one sentence she overheard. First impressions are the only impressions a person is able to leave on Wesley, because that’s the only chance they will get before Wesley writes them off. To those who Wesley has built an idea upon, having assigned an archetype, will be at the end of sarcastic remarks and wit. Ninety percent of what Wesley says is sarcasm and the other ten percent expletives – she does have quite the pottymouth. Wesley is the girl who looks for the thrill, who seeks the adrenaline to run through her veins – a brave daredevil who backs down from no challenge, who jumps off the cliff when dares, who seeks adventures, who wants to make memories.

Wesley lets her hands, stained with white clay and marbled dust, glide over her current muse’s arm muscles. Her lover is still and silent, but the warmth of their skin vibrates every cell in Wesley’s being. This is the second layer - the onion’s thin skin laying shattered and flaked across the chopping board, a simple knife laid next to it; the onion’s ripped thin walls only for the kitchen cooks to see. Likewise, only a select few people are able to see this part of her: the part of her that always has her head in the clouds. Wes is a daydreamer, her mind always gone to a place that no one else can see where she creates her sculptures uninhibited. Not many people would know, but Wesley is imaginative and creative and her mind is always running with ideas. Here, Wesley lets her mind wander – here, Wesley discovers the beauty that she so craves to see, the esthetics she wishes to experience; and those select few, those kitchen cooks, witness her love for such beauty, the way her eyes glaze and her inspiration starts running when she sees something as simple as someone running their hands through their hair. But they also witness what makes Wesley a Tituba, rather than a Good. Her head is almost permanently stuck in the clouds – Wesley is easily distracted and unfocused, she can’t pay attention in class, she tunes out in the middle of a conversation, and she loses interest in whatever she was currently doing rather quickly. Furthermore, Wesley gives up rather easily and doesn’t toil for results – she’s a classic underachiever who rather accept a failing grade or a mediocre result in favor of keeping her sanity intact. The only time Wesley really tries is when it comes to her sculpting and competitive swimming.

It is also at this point that her friends become acquainted with the nastiness of her personality – she’s hot-headed, quick to anger, and when she becomes mad at someone she typically stays mad at them (just ask Raven McCailin, who she was once friends with in first year). The worst part isn’t even Wesley’s tendency to hold grudges over a person’s head, but the pettiness that tends to come out when she’s angry – Wes has no problem dealing low-blows at someone who has earned her ire and only sometimes does she actually regret doing it.

Green grass gradating into wet sand tickles and sticks Wesley’s back from where she is stretched across the shoreline of Lake Blue. She is alone, an emptiness in her heart and a pressing nervousness that the waxing gibbous moon brings. Paralleled, the chef releases a triumph cry as he peels the last layer from the onion off and the core sits, bare and fragile in his palm – no one else to witness it, but him. But how could the chef know what that core holds in it? How could that chef witness the burning hatred and rage that Wesley feels vibrating in her core? She’s angry, so hateful, and it’s directed at no one and everyone – Wesley, above the petty grudges she holds against people, above the quick lashing she gives to strangers, is mad at the world. Wes is a pessimist who sees no light at the end of the tunnel – and if she can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, what’s the point? The point of living, the point of caring, the point of giving a fuck? She can’t find it; she’s blinded by shadows – so she doesn’t care. Wes is callous and careless, she doesn’t care what destruction she lives on the path she walks, or even on herself. She just wants everything to burn. Maybe, even, she specifically wants to punish herself by burning away everyone who cares about her – punish herself for being a monster…because that’s all she is, isn’t it? Wes knows she’s a monster, knows she’s pathetic and worthless and a stain on the world’s surface – she should be punished, shouldn’t she.

Beneath this anger and self-loathing, a less noticeable part of her lurks. The part that she thought was killed the day she was bitten. Because, for all her bad traits and insufferable thoughts, Wesley is a loyal person – she’s faithful, ironically almost like a dog. She trusts and is loyal to those who are loyal to her and she’ll put her life on the line for them, if they stay true to her. A protective person by nature, a close friend can always count on Wesley to shield them from harm when they need it, count on her to step in when things get too heated for them. Wesley, at the heart, is pure: she has no ulterior motives, no hidden schemes, her feelings are straight-forward and Wesley thinks with her heart rather than her head, which may make her slightly irrational, but her empathetic nature makes up for it. Unexpectedly enough, Wesley immensely enjoys physical affection with her close people – but she’ll never admit it, even when she’s crawling into their bed late in the night because of a nightmare.

⩥ R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S:

Wes has a taste for tall, striking people. She's a girl who is swayed mostly by beauty - not directly meaning feminine beauty, but masculine as well. Wes appreciates perfection in other human beings, searching for a perfection that she feels she herself lacks. People who are blessed with a certain holding of their being, an aura that oozes from them. Her love for the natural human body can be likened to Ancient Greek sculptures and their craving for the perfect man and woman. Wes lusts for artful appearances; people whose bodies inspire her hands to sculpt and her mind to reel. It can't be hard to imagine that Wes has had many lovers, though most are not kept for long as she chases another muse - but she has yet to stumble across her Adonis.

⩥ L I K E S:

• Cuddling (though she won't admit it).
• Spring, when it's not too cold or too hot.
• Swimming in a crystal blue lake, where she can see the bottom of it.
• Food buffets - eating all she can eat and piling all that food on her plate.
• Burgers. Big, meaty homemade burgers with lettuce, tomatoes, extra pickles, and ketchup. But no mayo.
• Nice soft quilts handmade by her Nanny.
• Cold apple cider.
• Mushrooms. Not the drugs, or the food. But wild mushrooms. Not to eat, she just likes how they look.

⩥ D I S L I K E S:

• Wet socks.
• Mayonnaise.
• Sweet foods.
• Excessive body hair.
• Thunderstorms.
• Peanut butter.
• Dog jokes (she barely tolerates them from her cousin).
• Strong, overpowering smells.
• Making eye contact.

⩥ H O B B I E S:

• Swimming.
• Astrology.
• Sculpting.
• Puzzles.

⩥ F E A R S:

• Someone grabbing her ankles and dragging her away.
• Being confined.
• Nights of the full moon.
• Killing someone.

⩥ B A C K G R O U N D:

Montana was a beautiful state – it really was – but it was rather empty. But perhaps that’s what Wesley Gray’s many-greats-grandfather liked about it when they settled out west; the vastness, the room to roam and grow roots like a big willow tree. Funny how such an open place would end up being a prison for the Gray family later on in life – no matter how hard anyone tried, nobody made it out of the wretched state permanently. Every time someone left, they somehow found themselves drifting back. Wesley’s father wasn’t any exception (but that’s another story for later).

The once humble many-greats-grandfather built himself a pureblood empire in Montana on the backs of overworked house elves and cheap labor. And, along with this empire, he had a family – a large one, rather, with seven children. Like Alexander the Great, he came, he saw, he conquered, and then he died and split his wealth amongst the seven of them. Some of his children invested wisely and others let the money dwindle along the descent line. Unfortunately, Wesley came from a line of chronic spenders that nearly dried their bank accounts to the bare metal. This’s isn’t to say they were poor – they had a moderate amount of wealth, more so than the average wizard, of course, but most of it was self-made.

Obviously, Wesley Gray wasn’t born into vast Proctor-esque wealth, but she had more than enough. Her parents loved her, too, and were proud of their pureblood daughter. Growing up, Wesley spent most of her time playing outside in the woods and in the small creek; often times, Wesley would play with her close friend and cousin, Garrett. Sometimes Wesley would sneak into the house and eavesdrop on her parents’ conversations – most of them cursing muggleborns or half-bloods, sneering at werewolves or “those veela folk.” Wesley didn’t think much of it – she knew they were bad, apparent from what their parents were saying, and so she stayed away from the bad things and spent all of her time in the woods.

Not all things go well, of course. It was around the age of eight that her dad left her. No warning, he just wasn’t there one day. There was only a note in his stead, but her mother refused to give her the letter and let her read it. Wesley was mad about it – a total and complete brat to her mom – and if it wasn’t for Garrett distracting her with playtimes, Wes imagines her mother would have been driven crazy. Like most Grays, funnily enough, her dad came back. It was late at night and Wes woke up to a loud slam. She went into the kitchen to find her dad begging and pleading with her mother to take him back, that he made a mistake, but Wes’s mother refused. The fighting and the arguing became so bad that Wes just lost it and ran from the house and into the woods.

How could Wes have known that a werewolf prowled that night. She would have been dead, if her father didn’t go after her and kill the beast. It was too late, of course, Wes had been infected – and became the thing that her parents disliked so much.

It would be too unbelievably stupid to say that Wes’s parents scorned her after she became a werewolf – they were her parents, and they loved her unconditionally. They even stayed together for her during the hard time. But it was different – they treated her like she was made of porcelain and looked at her with these eyes – eyes that Wes didn’t understand. Did they feel sorry for her? Did they resent her? It didn’t matter if they did or not, Wes began to resent herself in a spiral of self-loathing that begun with that one bite and did not stop.

Wes still had some positivity within her – yes, she was a werewolf, but that was only part of the time, right? Optimism is the key, Wes would tell herself over and over again.

Two years later, Garrett comes to spend the night. It was the full moon, but Wes thought it’d be safe if she just stayed away from Garrett and was locked away. Why didn’t Garrett stay inside? If he had, then Wesley wouldn’t have infected him and she wouldn’t hate herself so much. When she woke up the next morning to find out she spread this horrible disease to her best friend and cousin, Wesley knew what she was then: a monster. She deserved to be punished for being who she was, she was a bad person. After that day, Wesley doesn’t like to look into mirrors much and keeps them mostly covered.

Salem Witches’ Institute was the hardest obstacle for Wesley to hurdle when it came to hiding her lycanthropy. However, confidently reported, not a single person other than the other werewolves know about it. Wesley made friends, of course, and hung out with people, had a few flings, but she won’t let herself get close to anyone else – because she doesn’t deserve it. Or that’s what she tells herself.

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Wesley's Relationship Sheet

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Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

@Apokalipse@Undine
Minor backstory changes may occur, but that would be adding details. So here's something for you all to judge. Hopefully I'm not too far off the mark.

Elizabeth Warren

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STUDENT IDENTIFICATION

N A M E:

Elizabeth Louise Warren

N I C K N A M E:

Liz, Lizzy

G E N D E R:

Male to female transgender

A G E:

15

B L O O D S T A T U S:

Half-Blood (Pure-Blood Mother, Muggle-Born father)

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PRESENCE

Elizabeth is an average girl, only five foot six, weighing 117 pounds. She finds that her blonde hair, which runs just past her shoulders, is probably the easiest to maintain especially with all the cosmetic charms and beauty tips she has learned from Teen Witch Weekly. She normally will leave her hair down, or drawn back into a ponytail, which is especially common for her on the pitch. While she doesn't spend as much time as most other witches do with their makeup on a daily basis, when she does go all out, she can look quite stunning. She does like to glamour her eyes to make them appear much brighter than their usual brown color, usually making them hazel.

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ACADEMICS

H O U S E:

Good

Y E A R:

5

E L E C T I V E S:

Arithmancy, Divination, Study of Ancient Runes

B E S T C L A S S:

Potions

W O R S T C L A S S:

Herbology

C L U B S:

Dueling, Quidditch (Chaser)

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WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

W A N D:

Blackthorn, Dragon Heartstring, 10 inches, somewhat flexible.

P A T R O N U S:

Grey Wolf

B O G G A R T:

Elizabeth's greatest fear is losing her remaining family and her friends, and the Boggart manifests this in the form of several members of her friends and family being dead.

F A M I L I A R:

Marcus is Elizabeth's pet Barn Owl, and has been one of the most trusted companions to Elizabeth. He has never betrayed her trust and her really can't, so she usually will tell things to her owl if it's not something she's comfortable telling others. He is the size of an average barn owl.

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ESSENCE

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Elizabeth is for the most part a quiet, determined young woman whose determined to do right by her family and her friends, to the point that she would protect them with her life if it came to it. She pursues her goals with a passion so intense it is best not to get in her way, but she never does so to a degree that endangers her well being in any significant way. Her professional side is always a darker, more serious version of herself and can be quite cold and calculating. She doesn't allow things to bother her when she's being professional, she's there to do her job and do it to the best of her ability, and leave when it's done, even if it's only a class. It often makes her seem quite disconnected from her emotions and she comes off as very abrasive in class or in dueling club, not holding anything back when it could be helped.

But if one can work past that initial hardened defensive shell of hers, it's like looking at two different people. It can take her a while to open up to others, which has been mostly caused by the bullying she received before coming to Salem. If she's interested in getting to know some one she'll usually sit or stand near them, but not always next to them and get a feel for them before she tries to introduce herself. Once she opens up to someone, they'll see someone who is willing to laugh and smile with them. She is willing to flirt with boys and even the occasional girl, if a friend goes and vouches for them. She'll even allow her closest of friends see all the damage, her depression, and sometimes they'll even see her cry, which is a great time to have chocolate nearby so you don't have to pry her off of you.

R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S:

Elizabeth is very open minded when it comes to who she's willing to date and would be willing to date nearly anyone within a few years of her age as long as they had the right personality and have a certain body proportion. She prefers men, but is perfectly fine making a move on women. She finds red or black hair to be her favorite, and prefers her partner to at least be the same height as her. She doesn't see skin color to be an issue. She does prefer more fit partners, but again as long as they aren't severely out of proportion. She may be open minded when it comes to dating, but she isn't interested in a fling, or being friends with benefits, and wants a proper relationship. She has never been in a relationship before, but has had several small crushes that have never lasted long, a few months was the average.

L I K E S:

• Chocolate
• playing chess
• hanging out with her friends
• riding her broom
• reading (Fiction)
• laying on the grass on a clear night under the stars
• Spicy Foods

D I S L I K E S:

• Sour Foods
• Perverts
• Seeing Blood
• Messy Eaters
• disorganized workspace
• cold mornings
• Body Piercings (excludes Earrings)

H O B B I E S:

• Chess
• Collecting Chocolate Frog Cards
• Flying
• Reading

F E A R S:

• losing her loved ones and close friends
• Spiders
• Large Insects

B A C K G R O U N D:

Born as Alexander Marcus Warren to Adam and Beth-Ann Warren, Elizabeth was unfortunate enough to lose both parents while she was young, only three years old. She has been told that her Mother was an Auror, and her father was a Medi-Wizard, before they were attacked by a rogue werewolf on that fateful night. She only has a handful of memories about them and despite growing up with her godfather and his husband as well as her older sister, she misses her parents and wishes for them back every chance she gets. Growing up with her older sister wasn't always easy, especially when she was still Alex, always looking at the girls clothing whenever they went clothes shopping, her godfather always knew where to find her when she wandered off. Eventually they gave in and let her get some dresses, thinking it was just a phase.

When it came time to register her for primary school, so she was learning something before heading to Salem Witches Institute, she was very nervous. She had never stepped foot in school before, and her sister wasn't going to be there, as she was heading to Salem that year herself. She didn't enjoy wearing the boys clothes Papa Mike made her wear and every morning and every evening she would make sure that Papa Mike and Daddy John knew. Of course being only four, she didn't have much choice and had to go with it. Until her accidental magic started taking hold. Her ugly boys clothes were often suddenly replaced by beautiful dresses meant for a young girl of her age, and she was so disappointed when Daddy John transfigured them back. They kept telling her it's because they're expecting a cute young boy to be there to take part, not a young girl.

When she was six, she was asked, in front of Papa Mike, by her teacher, Ms. Martins, what she wanted to be when she grew up and was asked to repeat what she said earlier. When Elizabeth said she wanted to be a mommy and an Auror, Papa Mike groaned and reached for his wand. But the teacher it turned out was a squib and had gone into damage control mode as soon as those words left little Elizabeth's mouth. The teacher told Papa Mike that she wasn't so much concerned about the fact that she said she wanted to be an Auror, but the fact she had said she wanted to be a Mother. She was worried about Elizabeth being bullied, and told Papa Mike that she would keep an eye on 'Alex' at school and encouraged her to become the best Auror ever. Apparently she took it to heart, as from that moment it became her life's second goal.

Since that summer Alex had started growing up as Elizabeth. No one outside of her small family recognized her as Alex, which fortunately reduced the bullying she experienced. Even her magic recognized her as Elizabeth. They weren't expecting when her acceptance letter came from Salem Witches Institute that it would read Elizabeth Louise Warren. For Papa Mike and Dad John, it was very much confirmation for them as to who she was and they were proud of the young lady that they raised and Caitlyn Warren was very much happy with her younger sister as well. Her first stop was quite naturally for her School uniform. Her second stop was for her books, and by the end of the day she had practically pulled her parents around and worn them out.

When she boarded the Peregrine, she found an empty compartment and sat down. No one came in until about an hour before arriving, however briefly the companion stayed. Having been sorted into Good, she's made a few friends and is open to the idea of letting more people in, as long as they don't pull her down and keep her from becoming head of the Auror department. For the first four years she's managed to stay in the top fifteen in her class, though she has had to spend hours more each week on Herbology over her other classes to do so.

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@Saint Girralo

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Margo Scott

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N A M E:

Margaret 'Margo' Solart-Scott, now Scott.

N I C K N A M E:

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

G E N D E R:

Female

A G E:

October 10th 1998

B L O O D S T A T U S:

Half-Blood (Mother was a muggle)

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

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

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

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H O U S E:

Tituba.

Y E A R:

7

E L E C T I V E S:

Divination, Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures

B E S T C L A S S:

Defense Against the Dark Arts

W O R S T C L A S S:

Potions

C L U B S:

Quidditch – Tituba Team Seeker/Captain
Divination Club

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W A N D:

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

P A T R O N U S:

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

B O G G A R T:

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

F A M I L I A R:

Margo recently came to care for a small Siberian Husky pup named Chinook. Sometimes she calls him Nookie, only she thinks it's all that funny though. She found him at a shelter and couldn't resist. Despite his size and inherent curiousity he has been great at following orders and since he's still small she's easily able to carry him in a coat pocket and a hood if need be. Though that won't continue for very long, obviously.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y:

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

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

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

R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S:

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

L I K E S:

• Reading books to younger children. She has a good voice for it, though sometimes she struggles with mean voices.
• Nookie. The dog! He's a puppy and she pours time and attention into his adorable lil' paws.
• Her body as it currently stands. Her tattoos are especially important to her.
• Quidditch, nothing like showing up some smarmy Warren boys by being quick and being good with your hands.
• Warm foods and drinks, stew is his favourite along with coffee which he orders Double-double.
• D a n c e P a r t i e s
• Swing music, for the aforementioned, but also because she's a huge Paul Anka fan. Lonely Boy is indeed her shit. Just don't tell anyone. Ever.

D I S L I K E S:

• Horror movies, could be bearable with a cuddle buddy, but she doesn't have anyone. So fuck that shit.
• Birds. Swooping is awful. She doesn't like the idea of being pooped on thank you.
• Orphanages. Not because of the work they do, just the over all atmosphere is relatively... She doesn't like it.
• Straight girls. No offense meant to them, but nothing is worse than hitting it off with someone you find out is looking for a Joe Bro.
• Coffee, how do you drink this devil's drink?
• Lectures, both the 'You fucked up' kind and the 'In 1924 Jesus said unto Lincoln' kind. Both awful.
• Planes. Humans were not meant to move at that speed at that altitude. I mean magic is one thing but Jesus.

H O B B I E S:

• D a n c e P a r t i e s
• Drinking
• Watching the Stars
• Hanging out with her friends Trying to help out new students.

F E A R S:

• Normalcy
• Bertrayal
• Dark Artes

B A C K G R O U N D:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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@Undine, @McHaggis, @HalfofLancelot, @Apokalipse - Whoops x2

@Write

accceptamananananananaaa.

When are we hoping for the IC to start?

@Emma

I'm not sure right now since I've been a bit busy with college stuff that just came out of nowhere tbh. But I'm hoping sometime this upcoming week :)

@Apokalipse

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You say that now but just you wait till Finals are staring you in the face, your roommate keeps dragging the rudest dates and the fridge is filled with beer and whatever abandoned scraps of fast food were left there after 6 months

@RumikoOhara

I'm not dorming, i'm gonna live with my parents to #savemoney

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

Hey! Just a general update, sorry I haven't gotten to accepting some chars, I did read some and all that, I've just been too busy to actually sit down and write up posts. I probably will get to answering stuff here sometime tonight since I'm tuckered out from a college tour thing (i got accepted into college I'm so excited)

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

Is this going to be a school setting where the rest of the world filters in through our connections or is this more open?

Either way...I like!

@Dutchess Sarah

its a school setting

Always for HP

@RumikoOhara

sweet, the OOC is linked above

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

hahahahaha ignore this

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

@Apokalipse So is Ellie all clear for the clubs I mentioned? I wanted her to be VP of the Charms club and then Seeker for Bishop.

@Ghost Butt

There's no guarantee that Ellie will get those spots for right now. Instead of doing first come first serve, we're going to make note of everybody who wants the position in their sheets and choose who we think is more qualified / other ways if they're both equally qualified (most likely random).

So keep it in your cs, and when we announce who gets what later on when cses are done, take it out if you didnt get it or keep it in if you did :)

@Write im too lazy to quote it, but Lang is accepted :)

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

Hi.

@Pirouette

HEY OMG ITS LIKE ALL MY OLD PLAYERS ARE BACK <3 <3