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I edited her a while ago according to your notes and just revised the sheet a little bit for grammar and such. ^^ Am I accepted?
● Noelle ●
At the sound of hearing her name called, Noelle briefly looked up as she dusted off her robes with one free hand, the other shakily supporting a weight of twenty pounds. Her arm was beginning to ache as she turned towards the voice that had called her, along with another, ‘Aiden from Hufflepuff.’ Noelle’s mind flickered back, sorting out through her assorted memories in search of an ‘Aiden’. In a matter of seconds, it clicked. The half-asian boy, whom she’d once tutored in Potions.
Another memory stood out much clearer than before, in their Sixth Year. Noelle was standing in as a Seeker for the Ravenclaw team, in the season’s last Quidditch match, Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff when the Team Captain, Aiden Ahn, had sent a Bludger at her and one of the Chasers. Moments later, as they’d swerved away and Noelle had spotted the Snitch, she locked in with the Hufflepuff Seeker in a race for the golden ball at a breakneck speed, and caught it at a hair’s breadth away from the other boy. However, only gasps and screams greeted her instead of cheering and as she turned around, she witnessed two heavy Bludgers colliding with Aiden’s body, shattering most of his bones. The distorted mess of a body that fell towards the ground and lay there as they descended would never leave her memories.
And yet, here he was. The jackass that had collided with her, a Healer. She recognized his honey-brown hair and his tall stature almost instantly and felt her irritation surge. Hadn’t they been good friends while at Hogwarts? Hadn’t he helped her out once when Peeves had decided to drop a bucketful of balloons filled with various shades of neon paint on her head? For the rest of her Seventh Year, her hair had remained as a shade of rainbow mixed with pale blonde strands. As she neared the table and the girl that had called, Noelle’s pale green eyes settled on the nemesis of her days at Hogwarts.
Miyu Kisaragi.
All at once, memories of neon blue, green, pink and purple colored locks of hair among the few, remaining blonde ones rushed back towards her, her ears filled with the giggles of ‘Rainbow Head’ and 'The Rainbowclaw'. A chilling glare was sent to the back of Miyu’s head as she thumped her heavy books down mere millimeters from his arm. A shame they hadn’t hit their target. She sat down unceremoniously next to the girl instead, a girl whose face matched with Noelle’s recollections of Artemis Nightwind. The girl hadn’t been much of a pest to her compared to the rest of the Gryffindors, though Noelle did find Artemis’ fiery persona slightly tiring to deal with. She hadn’t known the girl well but she had liked her and therefore made an effort to be nice to her, offering her help in subjects had she needed it.
“It’s been so long, Artemis.” A light smile accompanied her words as she surveyed the witch before her. “How’re you doing?”
● Aiden ●
Aiden had long since switched tables at the call of his name, immediately recognizing the two familiar faces. Sure, he hadn’t been on particularly friendly terms with either of them, and hadn’t gone out of his way to make good friends during their days at Hogwarts. Quidditch had taken up most of his time, even after the devastating accident that had taken him four months to fully recover from. Luckily, that was during the summer vacations just before the start of their Seventh Year. Offering both of his former classmates a friendly, crooked smile as a way of greeting, His arms went up and waved a bit, flagging the busy owner down and ordering a round of Butterbeer, even for the new face that sat down at their table, thumping her books down. From the angle she’d placed them, the titles weren’t visible to him but all of a sudden, it clicked.
It wasn’t until she started speaking that Aiden recognized her face and with that came a small tinge of sheepishness at having knocked her down. He remembered her face well enough, and her dimpled cheek as she smiled. Certainly he’d made her smile amusedly enough as Slughorn had griped at him for his mediocre potion. Nor had her eccentric choice of hair color escaped his memory, though he didn’t know the specific cause for that phenomenon. Aiden offered the disgruntled girl an apologetic smile and pushed a Butterbeer her way as an apology. He inwardly sighed as her scathing look towards him receded and she accepted the mug, instead pointedly avoiding Miyu. He absentmindedly wondered why as he turned towards the other two familiar faces.
Artemis Nightwind, the unruly Gryffindor he’d remembered quite well enough for her temper during Herbology and other classes they’d shared together. Her fiery attitude hadn’t give him the slip well enough and he remembered occasionally avoiding her or intentionally jabbing at her to provoke a reaction, only to deflect the blame onto someone else. Ah, the good ‘ol days. Aiden hoped she’d passed her fiery phase because he wasn’t sure he could handle it again.
And at the other end, sat Miyu, the mischevious Slytherin. Unlike the other two, Aiden had had little to no problems with the boy. His pranks were entertaining and his legacy as resident prankster was only assuring entertainment whenever Miyu was around.
“You haven’t changed much, Kisaragi.” Aiden spoke, his voice light and playful. “How’s life without Peeves to do your dirty work?” He paused for a moment, hiding a smile as he sipped his Butterbeer. "How has life been treating you guys, hmm? Are you still afraid of heights?" That last bit was obviously aimed at Artemis, the only non-flyer in the group.
At the sound of hearing her name called, Noelle briefly looked up as she dusted off her robes with one free hand, the other shakily supporting a weight of twenty pounds. Her arm was beginning to ache as she turned towards the voice that had called her, along with another, ‘Aiden from Hufflepuff.’ Noelle’s mind flickered back, sorting out through her assorted memories in search of an ‘Aiden’. In a matter of seconds, it clicked. The half-asian boy, whom she’d once tutored in Potions.
Another memory stood out much clearer than before, in their Sixth Year. Noelle was standing in as a Seeker for the Ravenclaw team, in the season’s last Quidditch match, Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff when the Team Captain, Aiden Ahn, had sent a Bludger at her and one of the Chasers. Moments later, as they’d swerved away and Noelle had spotted the Snitch, she locked in with the Hufflepuff Seeker in a race for the golden ball at a breakneck speed, and caught it at a hair’s breadth away from the other boy. However, only gasps and screams greeted her instead of cheering and as she turned around, she witnessed two heavy Bludgers colliding with Aiden’s body, shattering most of his bones. The distorted mess of a body that fell towards the ground and lay there as they descended would never leave her memories.
And yet, here he was. The jackass that had collided with her, a Healer. She recognized his honey-brown hair and his tall stature almost instantly and felt her irritation surge. Hadn’t they been good friends while at Hogwarts? Hadn’t he helped her out once when Peeves had decided to drop a bucketful of balloons filled with various shades of neon paint on her head? For the rest of her Seventh Year, her hair had remained as a shade of rainbow mixed with pale blonde strands. As she neared the table and the girl that had called, Noelle’s pale green eyes settled on the nemesis of her days at Hogwarts.
Miyu Kisaragi.
All at once, memories of neon blue, green, pink and purple colored locks of hair among the few, remaining blonde ones rushed back towards her, her ears filled with the giggles of ‘Rainbow Head’ and 'The Rainbowclaw'. A chilling glare was sent to the back of Miyu’s head as she thumped her heavy books down mere millimeters from his arm. A shame they hadn’t hit their target. She sat down unceremoniously next to the girl instead, a girl whose face matched with Noelle’s recollections of Artemis Nightwind. The girl hadn’t been much of a pest to her compared to the rest of the Gryffindors, though Noelle did find Artemis’ fiery persona slightly tiring to deal with. She hadn’t known the girl well but she had liked her and therefore made an effort to be nice to her, offering her help in subjects had she needed it.
“It’s been so long, Artemis.” A light smile accompanied her words as she surveyed the witch before her. “How’re you doing?”
● Aiden ●
Aiden had long since switched tables at the call of his name, immediately recognizing the two familiar faces. Sure, he hadn’t been on particularly friendly terms with either of them, and hadn’t gone out of his way to make good friends during their days at Hogwarts. Quidditch had taken up most of his time, even after the devastating accident that had taken him four months to fully recover from. Luckily, that was during the summer vacations just before the start of their Seventh Year. Offering both of his former classmates a friendly, crooked smile as a way of greeting, His arms went up and waved a bit, flagging the busy owner down and ordering a round of Butterbeer, even for the new face that sat down at their table, thumping her books down. From the angle she’d placed them, the titles weren’t visible to him but all of a sudden, it clicked.
It wasn’t until she started speaking that Aiden recognized her face and with that came a small tinge of sheepishness at having knocked her down. He remembered her face well enough, and her dimpled cheek as she smiled. Certainly he’d made her smile amusedly enough as Slughorn had griped at him for his mediocre potion. Nor had her eccentric choice of hair color escaped his memory, though he didn’t know the specific cause for that phenomenon. Aiden offered the disgruntled girl an apologetic smile and pushed a Butterbeer her way as an apology. He inwardly sighed as her scathing look towards him receded and she accepted the mug, instead pointedly avoiding Miyu. He absentmindedly wondered why as he turned towards the other two familiar faces.
Artemis Nightwind, the unruly Gryffindor he’d remembered quite well enough for her temper during Herbology and other classes they’d shared together. Her fiery attitude hadn’t give him the slip well enough and he remembered occasionally avoiding her or intentionally jabbing at her to provoke a reaction, only to deflect the blame onto someone else. Ah, the good ‘ol days. Aiden hoped she’d passed her fiery phase because he wasn’t sure he could handle it again.
And at the other end, sat Miyu, the mischevious Slytherin. Unlike the other two, Aiden had had little to no problems with the boy. His pranks were entertaining and his legacy as resident prankster was only assuring entertainment whenever Miyu was around.
“You haven’t changed much, Kisaragi.” Aiden spoke, his voice light and playful. “How’s life without Peeves to do your dirty work?” He paused for a moment, hiding a smile as he sipped his Butterbeer. "How has life been treating you guys, hmm? Are you still afraid of heights?" That last bit was obviously aimed at Artemis, the only non-flyer in the group.
Behind the curtains that hid the floor-to-ceiling window, it was picture of melancholy. Rain beat down onto the glass with increasing force every minute, almost threatening to break the window and bring the storm further in, destroying the bookcases that spanned the room. Like the window, they were also floor-to-ceiling high and covered most of the three out of four walls, only allowing a gap between them to make place for an antique centerpiece that lay on the mantle above the warm, crackling fire. The normally neat and orderly room was scattered with wooden trunks of every size and of ranging shades of brown and black, most stuffed to the brim with books; the floor was in a similar state, littered with books, parchment, quills and the occasional inkpot here and there. It almost looked like the storm raging outside had blown in and set the place into disarray, rather than by the girl sitting in the midst of the mess.
With two books in each hand and two more open on her lap, Noelle surveyed all four volumes of transfiguration aids, wondering which one to keep. She didn’t really need them anymore, did she? After all, she had memorized most of the information offered in the books. With a sigh, she unceremoniously dumped all four of them in a nearby trunk and reached for several more. It pained her to see her precious books put away in a trunk where they wouldn’t be easily accessed – if she’d had a choice, she’d much rather have kept them right here, right where she could read them again and again. But she had a new shipment of books coming in, some international and imported and she sorely needed to make place for the new additions.
You have to go. Noelle firmly placed another set of books in the trunk and closed the latch, sighing in relief. Done. After getting up and latching every trunk and then sealing them with a handy charm, fifteen trunks of books lay before her, waiting to be shrunk so that she could take them to Gringotts the next day. With a heavy heard, Noelle muttered the incantation and shoved the miniature boxes into her pocket, leaving the library and its barren shelves behind.
The next day, the storm had subsided. Early in the morning, as Noelle stepped out for a breath of fresh air, the scent of rain mixed with the earthly scent of the garden made her linger for a little bit longer, savoring the rare chance of being in such close proximity with nature. Normally, she didn’t bother much and holed herself up in the library for hours on end, but today was different. She’d have liked reading in such weather very much, particularly before winter set in in a few weeks, but she had a task to go. Gringotts. She shuddered, an image of one of the goblins popping up into her mind. The creatures scared her quite a bit, making her avoid the place like the plague. Nothing short of storing her precious books in her vault would make her approach the bank, as it was crawling with the creatures that usually eyed her like a criminal.
Her family’s alignment was common knowledge and at times, they still received cold looks from survivors and their families, especially those that had fought in the Battle of Hogwarts. But Noelle couldn’t choose her parents, could she? Being neutral wasn’t as bad as everyone always made it seem. Light wasn’t the sole justifiable option, was it?
Heading back inside with the miniature trunks clattering in her pocket, Noelle picked up a stack of four thick volumes and clumsily grabbed a handful of Floo powder before tossing it into the living room’s fireplace. Most of the powder landed outside the fireplace rather than in but it was sufficient enough to produce a roaring green fire. Normally, Noelle would’ve been opposed to Flooing with books in her arms but she had no choice; her wand was too far for her to reach, nestled in its holster that was strapped to her upper arm. It was too late to put them down now – call her lazy but Noelle would be damned before she would be a minute late for an appointment, even one that involved goblins.
The moment she stepped into the fire, it sent her spinning towards the Leaky Cauldron at an inhumane speed, the books nearly falling out of her tight grip. As different fireplaces all flashed by her as she passed, Noelle desperately clutched at the books so that they wouldn’t be sent rocketing out and into some random house. Luckily, the ride was nearly over and Noelle sighed in relief when she felt herself slowing down. However, her legs didn’t seem to be in tandem with her mind and she immediately ran out upon landing in the Leaky Cauldron’s fireplace, bumping head on into disgruntled patrons. One elbowed her out of the way with a painfully sharp elbow and sent her books crashing to the ground, along with their owner.
Cursing under her breath, Noelle shot the man a dirty look and picked up the volumes off of the floor before anyone’s gaze could linger on the titles. Guide to Raising Tarantulas and How to Avoid Being Strangled by Plants in Your Sleep were hastily picked up off the floor and back into Noelle’s aching arms, already weakening from the strain. What could possibly be so complex about raising a tarantula that could warrant 900 pages?
“And then it fell over like thiiiis –“ With a flourish, a man in a thigh-high dressing gown tipped to the side, precariously balanced on one leg.
As the mental patient demonstrated the growth of potted plants and babbled nonsensical songs that ‘aided the growth of bread mould’, a young man doodled in his clipboard. He was hard-working enough and all but working in the Mental Ward was enough to elicit even the most diligent of workers to simply doodle and count down the minutes to the end of their shifts. Fortunately – for once –Aiden only had around fifteen minutes left and ten minutes in, he tipped his head to the nurse that acted as an overseer of the ward and left the room.
As he walked down the hallway to the staff room, screams, nonsensical chatter, threats and crying echoed in from every direction, closing in on him. Even after six months of working as an intern in St. Mungo’s, Aiden still found it hard to deal with the cries of the demented, those doomed to live out their days in a bleak, repetitive routine here in St. Mungo’s. Sure, it was temporary, as his internship required experience in every floor of St. Mungo’s but the third, the Mental Ward, was by far the worst. He practically scampered out the heavy front doors and out into the brightly lit street that still harbored the faint scent of rain.
Breathing in deeply, Aiden stood still for a moment and filled his lungs with the fresh scent of rain. It always calmed him down – he felt one with the earth and as he started making his way down the crowded street of Diagon Alley, he felt his heart lighten considerably. Not even being cooped up in the dark wards of St. Mungo’s could dwell on him, not today. Many considered him too light-hearted at times, much too sensitive to his surroundings but that was simply the way he was and he was content with it. Nothing could’ve made him happier, nothing came close to how rain made him feel.
Tapping his wand on a few particular bricks, he found himself in a small, untidy courtyard with a few trashcans and empty boxes leaning precariously, no doubt being held up by magic. His Healer’s robes swished behind him and were nearly caught in the closing brick entrance as he stepped through and crossed the courtyard in a few steps, entering the Leaky Cauldron with a small wave to the owner, Tom.
The Leaky Cauldron was, as always, noisy and filled to the brim, especially at this time of the day. Shadowy characters and veiled wizards sat in the booths adjoined to the walls and in the dark corners. More acceptable people sat in full view of the other crowd, sipping Butterbeer and countless more made their way in from the Muggle world to Diagon Alley and vice versa. He absentmindedly noted a witch carrying a huge stack on books trip and fall as he passed her. A glance at one of the volumes made him snort as he sat down at one of the unoccupied tables and signaled the owner for a Butterbeer. Firewhisky wasn’t a viable option, seeing as how he had no intentions on getting drunk at the moment. His pale blue Healer’s robes made him stand out like a beacon among the crowd and, leaning back and surveying the crowd, Aiden laughed lightly at the girl picking up her books, even as she shot him a dirty look. He would never understand bookworms.
With two books in each hand and two more open on her lap, Noelle surveyed all four volumes of transfiguration aids, wondering which one to keep. She didn’t really need them anymore, did she? After all, she had memorized most of the information offered in the books. With a sigh, she unceremoniously dumped all four of them in a nearby trunk and reached for several more. It pained her to see her precious books put away in a trunk where they wouldn’t be easily accessed – if she’d had a choice, she’d much rather have kept them right here, right where she could read them again and again. But she had a new shipment of books coming in, some international and imported and she sorely needed to make place for the new additions.
You have to go. Noelle firmly placed another set of books in the trunk and closed the latch, sighing in relief. Done. After getting up and latching every trunk and then sealing them with a handy charm, fifteen trunks of books lay before her, waiting to be shrunk so that she could take them to Gringotts the next day. With a heavy heard, Noelle muttered the incantation and shoved the miniature boxes into her pocket, leaving the library and its barren shelves behind.
The next day, the storm had subsided. Early in the morning, as Noelle stepped out for a breath of fresh air, the scent of rain mixed with the earthly scent of the garden made her linger for a little bit longer, savoring the rare chance of being in such close proximity with nature. Normally, she didn’t bother much and holed herself up in the library for hours on end, but today was different. She’d have liked reading in such weather very much, particularly before winter set in in a few weeks, but she had a task to go. Gringotts. She shuddered, an image of one of the goblins popping up into her mind. The creatures scared her quite a bit, making her avoid the place like the plague. Nothing short of storing her precious books in her vault would make her approach the bank, as it was crawling with the creatures that usually eyed her like a criminal.
Her family’s alignment was common knowledge and at times, they still received cold looks from survivors and their families, especially those that had fought in the Battle of Hogwarts. But Noelle couldn’t choose her parents, could she? Being neutral wasn’t as bad as everyone always made it seem. Light wasn’t the sole justifiable option, was it?
Heading back inside with the miniature trunks clattering in her pocket, Noelle picked up a stack of four thick volumes and clumsily grabbed a handful of Floo powder before tossing it into the living room’s fireplace. Most of the powder landed outside the fireplace rather than in but it was sufficient enough to produce a roaring green fire. Normally, Noelle would’ve been opposed to Flooing with books in her arms but she had no choice; her wand was too far for her to reach, nestled in its holster that was strapped to her upper arm. It was too late to put them down now – call her lazy but Noelle would be damned before she would be a minute late for an appointment, even one that involved goblins.
The moment she stepped into the fire, it sent her spinning towards the Leaky Cauldron at an inhumane speed, the books nearly falling out of her tight grip. As different fireplaces all flashed by her as she passed, Noelle desperately clutched at the books so that they wouldn’t be sent rocketing out and into some random house. Luckily, the ride was nearly over and Noelle sighed in relief when she felt herself slowing down. However, her legs didn’t seem to be in tandem with her mind and she immediately ran out upon landing in the Leaky Cauldron’s fireplace, bumping head on into disgruntled patrons. One elbowed her out of the way with a painfully sharp elbow and sent her books crashing to the ground, along with their owner.
Cursing under her breath, Noelle shot the man a dirty look and picked up the volumes off of the floor before anyone’s gaze could linger on the titles. Guide to Raising Tarantulas and How to Avoid Being Strangled by Plants in Your Sleep were hastily picked up off the floor and back into Noelle’s aching arms, already weakening from the strain. What could possibly be so complex about raising a tarantula that could warrant 900 pages?
“And then it fell over like thiiiis –“ With a flourish, a man in a thigh-high dressing gown tipped to the side, precariously balanced on one leg.
As the mental patient demonstrated the growth of potted plants and babbled nonsensical songs that ‘aided the growth of bread mould’, a young man doodled in his clipboard. He was hard-working enough and all but working in the Mental Ward was enough to elicit even the most diligent of workers to simply doodle and count down the minutes to the end of their shifts. Fortunately – for once –Aiden only had around fifteen minutes left and ten minutes in, he tipped his head to the nurse that acted as an overseer of the ward and left the room.
As he walked down the hallway to the staff room, screams, nonsensical chatter, threats and crying echoed in from every direction, closing in on him. Even after six months of working as an intern in St. Mungo’s, Aiden still found it hard to deal with the cries of the demented, those doomed to live out their days in a bleak, repetitive routine here in St. Mungo’s. Sure, it was temporary, as his internship required experience in every floor of St. Mungo’s but the third, the Mental Ward, was by far the worst. He practically scampered out the heavy front doors and out into the brightly lit street that still harbored the faint scent of rain.
Breathing in deeply, Aiden stood still for a moment and filled his lungs with the fresh scent of rain. It always calmed him down – he felt one with the earth and as he started making his way down the crowded street of Diagon Alley, he felt his heart lighten considerably. Not even being cooped up in the dark wards of St. Mungo’s could dwell on him, not today. Many considered him too light-hearted at times, much too sensitive to his surroundings but that was simply the way he was and he was content with it. Nothing could’ve made him happier, nothing came close to how rain made him feel.
Tapping his wand on a few particular bricks, he found himself in a small, untidy courtyard with a few trashcans and empty boxes leaning precariously, no doubt being held up by magic. His Healer’s robes swished behind him and were nearly caught in the closing brick entrance as he stepped through and crossed the courtyard in a few steps, entering the Leaky Cauldron with a small wave to the owner, Tom.
The Leaky Cauldron was, as always, noisy and filled to the brim, especially at this time of the day. Shadowy characters and veiled wizards sat in the booths adjoined to the walls and in the dark corners. More acceptable people sat in full view of the other crowd, sipping Butterbeer and countless more made their way in from the Muggle world to Diagon Alley and vice versa. He absentmindedly noted a witch carrying a huge stack on books trip and fall as he passed her. A glance at one of the volumes made him snort as he sat down at one of the unoccupied tables and signaled the owner for a Butterbeer. Firewhisky wasn’t a viable option, seeing as how he had no intentions on getting drunk at the moment. His pale blue Healer’s robes made him stand out like a beacon among the crowd and, leaning back and surveying the crowd, Aiden laughed lightly at the girl picking up her books, even as she shot him a dirty look. He would never understand bookworms.
Sorry if I'm late, but happy birthday Kimchi~ ^_^
Genkai said
It being in a hider is always so hard to spot, I kept looking (overlooking I should say) for it and finally saw it. XD*taps head* Silly me. It looks fine to me, I would just caution to perhaps take the effect of the "speed wind spell" (can't remember the name even though I just looked at it) from a few hours, to maybe just one hour? Getting super speed (well it's pretty much assumed she'll "shut it off" once she's done utilizing it) at her young age on top of her skills with mist and wind manipulation just make me think her getting the speedy ability while draining, for a couple hours seems unfair, unless you up her age to something like 27 or 28? Other than that, yeah you're totally good to go!
Works pretty well ^^ I lower the time range, although she's known it since she was a child it could be said it's hard to maintain constantly and thus lowers the time bracket. Also, it cannot be used simultaneously with other spells.
Also, I took it out of the hider ^^ Hope it's easier now.
I've edited Noelle as according to your comments. I'd like to point out that two of her spells are supplementary, though, and were taught to her as a young child so she still remembers them. Also, I've changed 'Adventurous' to 'Curious', though I was planning on making the adventurous quality a major source of indecisiveness from her a sort of 'should-I-should-I-not' kind of thing but nevertheless, changed and I hope you like this version better ^^
Congratulations, you guys! ^_^ *throws confetti*
It had been a fairly exhausting day and despite Leon’s practically inhumane energy levels, by the time they reached the inn he was aching for a good night’s sleep. He barely paid attention to any new Nobodies apart from Skeet, not bothering to subtly hide his actions as he inched away from the oversized cockroach. The farther they got from the Nobody the better Leon felt until he collapsed into his sleeping bag facing the fire. It was warm and cozy, prompting him to immediately fall asleep with a content sigh.
It was peaceful and relaxing at first, until the first of the distorted faces made a guest appearance in his normally barren dreams whose landscape rapidly morphed into one of black waves as dark as a bottomless abyss. Again and again the face resurfaced, until Leon was curled up, tense and clutching his sleeping bag so tightly his knuckles turned paper-white. It was horrifying.
After several hours of horrible, mutated faces beneath billowing waves, Leon was ready to throw up the moment he awoke. Though his skin was paler than usual, there seemed to be nothing off about him, however. He quickly squashed down the horrific night’s memories back into the recesses of his mind and focused on the bright sunlight streaming from a peanut-shaped window. It wasn’t real. It was over.
Reassuring himself with thoughts of the kind, Leon stretched and bid his two companions a hearty good morning before reaching for several waffles and munching on them. He briefly questioned the origin of the waffle, his face completely stuffed, hoping it wasn’t personally prepared by Skeet. Because that would suck big time, he decided, and wolfed down four more before settling down on the floor fairly comfortably, waiting for Ace and Cello to finish after brushing his teeth and washing his face. The cat had decided to read a magazine, giving Leon enough time to take out his pocket mirror – one he’d managed to hang on to – and check his reflection. It wasn’t ideal – his hair was a tad messier than usual and there was a cut on his jawline but it wasn’t as worse as it could be, he decided, pocketing the mirror again. He was lucky he hadn’t lost his earrings yet.
“Not exactly,” Leon laughed but didn’t elaborate further. “Though I suspect I should stay away from water and aquatic creatures, particularly mermaids,” He muttered to himself, his voice nearly inaudible. As they approached the other group in the distance, Leon found himself mildly shocked at the size. Weren’t there supposed to be more? It felt like there were so little, barely any left as compared to the ones who’d come to Nowhere in the first place. Apprehension rose up and gripped at his throat and it was a while before he managed to squash it down, reassuring himself with hollow hopes of ‘it wasn’t that bad’ and ‘they probably got lost and are staying with some Nobodies quite happily’. It wasn’t the best of approaches but for now, it certainly worked.
Upon seeing the waving black and white bunnies, Leon waved back, a wide grin on his face. The Nobodies he’d encountered were few and far in between as most he’d only caught a fleeting glimpse of. And now here were five or six more, if he wasn’t mistaken by the looks of the group. By the time they reached the group of humans, Leon could see each and every one clearly.
The humans were fairly normal and looked just like he’d expected to, just slightly worse for wear and some even unhappy. He briefly wondered why they seemed so miserable and the dream flashed through his mind, making his wonder for only a second whether they’d had the same dreams. Surely it couldn’t be the lovely Nowhere, right?
As for the Nobodies, there was mermaid – an aquatic creature! Leon briefly considered keeping his distance from her but moments later, decided he couldn’t. She seemed friendly enough and just as interesting as the others, she couldn’t possibly have anything in common with the terrifying faces – a birdlike Nobody, one man and two girls sporting bunny ears and another bird-like man. They certainly were an interesting bunch, he decided and greeted every single Nobody and human personally.
“Hello, I’m Leon Elliott. Nice to meet you at last, I hope we get along well.” A warm, sometimes reassuring smile and a small bow of his head. He’d done this countless times before, but this time it felt different. No doubt at least a few would consider his earrings strange, but he’d grown used to it and continued smiling warmly, doing nothing to detract from his friendly persona.
It was peaceful and relaxing at first, until the first of the distorted faces made a guest appearance in his normally barren dreams whose landscape rapidly morphed into one of black waves as dark as a bottomless abyss. Again and again the face resurfaced, until Leon was curled up, tense and clutching his sleeping bag so tightly his knuckles turned paper-white. It was horrifying.
After several hours of horrible, mutated faces beneath billowing waves, Leon was ready to throw up the moment he awoke. Though his skin was paler than usual, there seemed to be nothing off about him, however. He quickly squashed down the horrific night’s memories back into the recesses of his mind and focused on the bright sunlight streaming from a peanut-shaped window. It wasn’t real. It was over.
Reassuring himself with thoughts of the kind, Leon stretched and bid his two companions a hearty good morning before reaching for several waffles and munching on them. He briefly questioned the origin of the waffle, his face completely stuffed, hoping it wasn’t personally prepared by Skeet. Because that would suck big time, he decided, and wolfed down four more before settling down on the floor fairly comfortably, waiting for Ace and Cello to finish after brushing his teeth and washing his face. The cat had decided to read a magazine, giving Leon enough time to take out his pocket mirror – one he’d managed to hang on to – and check his reflection. It wasn’t ideal – his hair was a tad messier than usual and there was a cut on his jawline but it wasn’t as worse as it could be, he decided, pocketing the mirror again. He was lucky he hadn’t lost his earrings yet.
“Not exactly,” Leon laughed but didn’t elaborate further. “Though I suspect I should stay away from water and aquatic creatures, particularly mermaids,” He muttered to himself, his voice nearly inaudible. As they approached the other group in the distance, Leon found himself mildly shocked at the size. Weren’t there supposed to be more? It felt like there were so little, barely any left as compared to the ones who’d come to Nowhere in the first place. Apprehension rose up and gripped at his throat and it was a while before he managed to squash it down, reassuring himself with hollow hopes of ‘it wasn’t that bad’ and ‘they probably got lost and are staying with some Nobodies quite happily’. It wasn’t the best of approaches but for now, it certainly worked.
Upon seeing the waving black and white bunnies, Leon waved back, a wide grin on his face. The Nobodies he’d encountered were few and far in between as most he’d only caught a fleeting glimpse of. And now here were five or six more, if he wasn’t mistaken by the looks of the group. By the time they reached the group of humans, Leon could see each and every one clearly.
The humans were fairly normal and looked just like he’d expected to, just slightly worse for wear and some even unhappy. He briefly wondered why they seemed so miserable and the dream flashed through his mind, making his wonder for only a second whether they’d had the same dreams. Surely it couldn’t be the lovely Nowhere, right?
As for the Nobodies, there was mermaid – an aquatic creature! Leon briefly considered keeping his distance from her but moments later, decided he couldn’t. She seemed friendly enough and just as interesting as the others, she couldn’t possibly have anything in common with the terrifying faces – a birdlike Nobody, one man and two girls sporting bunny ears and another bird-like man. They certainly were an interesting bunch, he decided and greeted every single Nobody and human personally.
“Hello, I’m Leon Elliott. Nice to meet you at last, I hope we get along well.” A warm, sometimes reassuring smile and a small bow of his head. He’d done this countless times before, but this time it felt different. No doubt at least a few would consider his earrings strange, but he’d grown used to it and continued smiling warmly, doing nothing to detract from his friendly persona.
Name: Noelle Bellaire
Gender: Female
House: Ravenclaw
Bio & Personality: Hailing from a Pureblood family notorious for their firm neutrality in both Wizarding Wars, Noelle grew up in one of the oldest Pureblood households. As their name suggests, the Bellaires originate from France and thus, Noelle spent most of her childhood in France learning ballet upon her mother’s insistence. The young girl wasn’t satisfied by dancing pointe; the moment she’d get home, Noelle would race to the mansion’s library and hide away in there for hours on end. It continued in this vain until she received her Hogwart’s letter – it was strange, for French children usually didn’t receive invitations to join Hogwarts. Her father, having been raised in England, transferred his daughter and son back to England.
There she remained, often clashing with her pretentious mother over the smallest of things. The older woman demanded Noelle to keep practicing ballet at home until her fourth year, when Noelle abruptly stormed out and refused to dance again. After that, her mother was on her case concerning her studies. In her midterm in fourth year, when she received an A in History, her mother sent her a Howler that is probably still remembered to this day. Noelle took it in stride and swallowed it – until her brother, Elijah, disappeared. She was devastated and her mother took it hard, falling into depression. It seemed to have no effect on her father, however, and he was the one who welcomed her back home at the end of her 7th year.
Noelle, as a Ravenclaw, is naturally intelligent and extremely studious, always willing to learn. She’s as curious as can be but that’s often hard for her to manage as she doesn’t dare break the rules and has no idea what to do in unexpected situations, often reacting on instinct which sometimes leads to more trouble. Academically adept and magically powerful, Noelle is the perfect example of a model witch – however, she has no goals. She doesn’t feel passionate about much, least of all people. She detests unnecessarily noisy people and isn’t shy enough to shush them in public, nor is she timid enough to have qualms with using 'questionable' magic. However, she secretly longs for an adventure of sorts, excitement and surprises.
Credentials:
Wand: Alder and Dragon Heartstring, 13 inches, rigid.
Ollivander gave her a curious look which soon changed to a knowing one and, with a sharp glint in his eye, said, "A powerful wand, capable of going to great lengths in order to achieve what you are looking to."
Pets: Used to have a black bunny called Asteria but it died near the end of her 7th Year. She's now looking for a new pet.
Name: Aiden Ahn
Ahn Dae-Won
Gender: Male
House: Hufflepuff
Bio & Personality: Shortly after Aiden was born, his parents moved from South Korea to London, Britain. His father harbored a dark secret: he was a wizard. He was afraid his son was going to exhibit signs of magic and prayed that it wasn't so – alas, he was. As soon as he was two years old, Aiden started doing accidental magic that sent his father scrambling to cover up after him and for eleven years, it all worked out pretty well. Of course, until he received his Hogwarts letter. His father claimed he needed ‘special help’ by faking dyslexic and ADHD diagnosis reports and sent him off to a ‘special school’, aka Hogwarts under the alias ‘Winterbrook’s Academy for the Mentally Handicapped’. Naturally, this school didn’t exist and was used by several wizards and witches living among muggles to cover up.
And so Aiden left muggle primary school and attended Winterbrook’s for seven years, until he came back and decided he wanted to live on his own in London. He lives in Diagon Alley and due to his job as a trainee Healer, he resides in a one-bedroom flat in Diagon Alley, which is often empty. But inwardly, he dreams of being a professional Quidditch player and often visits private Quidditch pitches so that his skills don't slip.
While a hard worker and a loyal man, Aiden has trouble expressing himself at times. Thus, he often tends to cover up with an emotion or action appropriate for the situation. As diligent as he is, Aiden enjoys relaxing and socializing, and can talk for hours on end, supplying others with good, quality company.
Credentials:
Wand: Maple and Unicorn Hair, 12 inches, inflexible.
Ollivander gave him an uncharacteristically warm smile while handing him the wand, saying "A soft yet deceptive wand that conforms to your inner will. What it already is speaks great volumes about your character that even you, my dear boy, don't know about. You're going to do a great deal of worthy deeds and save countless lives one way or another."
Pets: A screech owl named Cassiopeia and a fat black-and-white cat named Toy.
I like the cycle idea very much, I feel it'll work pretty well ^^
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