_____I stand at five foot even, though with my usual two to three inch heels I'm at more of an average height. I am naturally blonde with gray-green eyes. My skin generally has a sun kissed, warm look to it even though I attend a northern European school for most of the year. With all the walking to get from class to class, I've maintained a shapely figure where my bust and hips are even and have an eight inch difference from my natural waist. I currently don't have any scars on my body and I don't expect or desire that to change anytime soon.
_____As for the types of clothing I wear when I'm not in school uniform, I tend to be edging on the side of elegant and extremely fitted. Once I hit school age my grandparents insisted that I wore tailor made clothing and I found it was just easier to find things that I liked rather than fight them. As for accessories I do have a few little things I wear from time to time but I don't tend to have much on in that regard. My perfumes tend to be light in nature - hints of vanilla and lavender with a splash of a tropical flower. My makeup focuses mostly on the eyes with mascara and eyeliner while my lips can go anywhere from nude to rich red depending on my mood and the situation.
_____Everything else I'll leave to your imagination.
Facetiously Polite: I try to be kind and polite to people I don't even know. Especially if they aren't being back to me. I would rather take a jab at them in which they will only realize it was such a few minutes later when the argument is over.
Collected: Trust me, I have a lot of passion inside. I just don't understand why people waste their time and energy on big exuberant displays. I would much rather spend my time quiet with friends, looking up at the night sky, watching fireworks, being cozy reading or book, listening to music, watching a "muggle" movie, or playing a game together.
Cunning: I generally like getting my way. However, I recognize that I can't always have it instantly. Instead, I have found ways to work through the systems to get what I need done. If that means working through a situation with unconventional methods then I will do it.
Mischievous: I have been told on occasion that I can be quite the mischief maker. I suppose if you reading restricted books while in school and helping others do the same as something mischievous, then yes I am. I like doing what I like to do and seeing what I want to see accomplished. To that end I will do whatever it takes to fulfill my own desires because there's no one else in the world that could do that better than myself.
Disciplined: To me this goes hand in hand with the form of cunning I have. I don't expect instant gratification even if I might like that once in a while. As such, I'm good at dedicating myself to whatever task I put myself towards. This could be something as simple as reading or book or it could be had difficult as forging my own path. Whatever it is I will find a way to achieve my goal.
Unforgiving: Once the line has been crossed with me I've found out that I don't forgive very easily. I've seen people left and right fight with their friends and then it seems as though they forgive and forget. That's not what you get with me.
Cautious: I don't like taking risks. The risks that I do take I have already weighed the consequences. If I think it's something that will seriously get me in trouble for the rest of my future, I'm probably not going to do it.
Secretive: There are some parts of myself that I find hard to share. All the parts I keep behind a collected face, what I truly feel, and pretty much all my childhood are things I keep to myself. If I'm hurting you won't know, if I'm having a problem you're most likely not going to hear it from my lips.
Timorous: I'm not lacking confidence in the usual way; I lack confidence in my relationships with others. I grew up without my grandparents for the youngest years of my childhood because they wanted nothing to do with my parents or my brother and I until I proved beyond a measure of a doubt that I was magically gifted. There approval is something, for some reason, that I crave and I feel as though if I stumble I'll loose it. It's the same with every other person I meet - if I show them anything beyond what they want to see, if I fail too often or I don't push myself, I will loose all credibility.
Mentally Exhausted: My creative problem solving skills have dwindled over the last few years. I can't seem to think of new things or new solutions, anything I learn now is almost like someone else had learned it. I can slowly gain new skills but I can't seem to find new things to apply them to. If I could get a good night's sleep that might help...but at this point I doubt it. Life will go on but I don't know if there's anything I can contribute to the magical world anymore no matter how hard I try.
Nonathletic: The kitchen knife is sometimes dangerous. My brother got all the genes that allow for athleticism it seems. Perhaps that's why I don't understand everyone's fascination with sports - I've never enjoyed physical games as I always seemed to get hurt or fail at them miserably. I'm glad that I passed my flying class, just barely, and that's the last truly athletic thing I've attempted.
Loud Music: Music has a time and a place but if I'm trying to concentrate on studying, one of the worst things is having someone playing obviously loud music near by.
Boasting: If you have to go around saying that you're the best all the time then obviously you're not actually the best. Those who are don't have to tell people they are. It is proven through their deeds. As such, I tend to find it annoying when people boast about their accomplishments at every chance they get. Probably why I never cared enough to understand Quidditch...the players I've met have turned me off of the game.
Bland food: Food can be spicy, savory, sweet, or anything in between. But please don't hand me some plain mash potatoes and expect me to love them. I grew up in New Orleans, need I say more?
Prejudice: One might think that because I belong in Slytherin and that I came from a pureblood family, that this would be something I hold in regard. I would like to point out right now that, that way of thinking is prejudice as well. Just because I like the idea of all magic families doesn't mean that I can't see the merit of having witches and wizards from the non-magic community as well. Anyone who can't see past their own preferences just isn't secure with who they are as a person.
Accents: For a lot of my childhood, I grew up in a part of the United States of America where I got to hear a lot of different accents. I have picked up on most of them. As time went on and I traveled with my grandparents, I also heard a lot of European accents as well. It may seem a bit weird, but I've developed a liking for them.
Sweets: My particular favorites are fruit flavored sweets. Not the overly sugared kind that can be found in most kid's candies (those are good at times too) but the true flavors that come with a more mature audience. In fact, you could just hand me a bowl of freshly picked berries and I would love that.
Warmth: In a very snake-like fashion, I like warmth. This can be from a fireplace, a warm blanket, or even cuddling with someone. There's nothing better than snuggling down with a friend in front of the fireplace as we both sip on some warm butterbeer.
Colors: I don't believe that I should have to pick such a thing as a favorite color. I like many different colors for many different things. I just don't generally like mixing too many of them together in a small space.
Favorite flower: Roses are way too overdone in my opinion. As are many flowers that people try to give to their loved ones. My favorite flower is the poinsettia; beautiful in any color and poisonous.
Hobbies: Other than spending all Friday with Professor Fordham, I enjoy a few other things. It seems that no matter what I do I can't get away from my habit of researching muggle born family trees as they had to have decended from a magical bloodline at some point in their history; I want to know which bloodlines married into non-magical families the most often.
____My Amortentia potion scent isn't one thing in particular, it's more like moments in life. It is the scent of a clean meadow and warm earth on a day when it is both perfectly warm yet has just rained and there's this vaguely ethnic food scent in the air that you can never place.
_____The ideal job will probably seem like I'm trying to over reach. I would love to be able to start my own school; something a little different from these very traditional ones that the world seems to have. I want to be able to take a personal hand in helping a lot of kids find who they are and the unique strengths they have without having to separate them into houses. If we want to grow strong as a community there shouldn't be something as silly as segregation based on where someone laid their head down to sleep.
_____My perfect match would probably seem a little too cliche for you. I do hold tradition in high regard and as such, my first requirement does start with them being from a wizarding family. If I am ever going to have children I will give them every advantage in this world that I can. Second is that he has to be able to hold his composure; if he spouts off yelling at everyone then there is no way we're going to get along. I'd also prefer someone to be taller than me...not that, that is very hard. And considering that procreation would generally be something that happens in the future he would need to be attractive enough to inspire some lust. Though average looks can definitely be compensated for if they are accomplished or witty. It would be nice to be able to hold a conversation. I also need someone who's secure in themselves - I will keep my last name thank you very much. And if they want to take it as well to avoid our child having a very long name that works for me. The last thing I need in my life is a man who assumes that I will play a subservient role even in something like my name. I refuse; I need an equal, not a master.
_____I am afraid that I will not live up to the standards that my family set. In this world it is already hard to forge a path to walk on, without my family helping me along the way it would have been impossible. I'm afraid that if I stumble, if I'm thought too weak like my parents were, then my grandparents will leave me to be ripped apart by fate. I have to stay strong. I have to prove to be exceptional. I'm afraid of the consequences if I'm not.
_____Falling in love terrifies me. I don't mind playing at love but to actually be a fool in its grip frightens me. I have seen people lose their head and wits, I have watched girls change everything about themselves because they fancied themselves in love. I'm afraid that like a disease that one day I will do that same thing. Especially if it means breaking the ideals I have or the criteria I would hold a feature mate to. I have to be wise for my future children, not a fool in love.
_____Being forgot also seems like a fate worse than death. Sure, we can come back as ghosts but what would it all mean if no one remembered what we had done in life? Mortality is already a frightening concept as it is; the idea that we made no difference in the world makes the future a bit too bleak for my tastes.
_____My Boggart might end up turning into everyone's fear once it transforms into mine. Above all other physical things, I do have something I'm afraid of. It's haunted my dreams like nothing else. There's a creature, I don't even know if it's a real one, in there that swims underneath murky waters almost like a snake. Its able to surround a boat as it's being pulled through the mist and devour all inhabitants. Like the stories of a leviathan. It's been in my dreams since I was a little girl...and is probably why I refused to learn to swim.
_____It is probably because of my inability to swim and my childhood dream monster that I don't like water. It's not all water, per say. I just don't like water that I can't see everything inside of it, or see the bottom. It makes me feel quiet edgy and yet some part of me really wants to wade into it. It's like the feeling of knowing that there's a killer on the other side of the door but some unearthly force drives you through it anyways. As such, you can imagine why I try to avoid the Black Lake at all costs.
**:Excerpts ____I was born from two old, pure blood families who came together in a unique way. You see, both of my parents are both practically squibs who were primarily kept away from society as they were still considered a disgrace to most purebloods. Neither of them could even do wand based magic, though they could see everything a witch and wizards sees and they could still create potions or fly. So when they met it was through a mutual interest of both families to try and tie up loose ends, so to say. When my mother did indeed get pregnant, they decided to move away from the United Kingdom and the family that was ashamed of them. They settled in New Orleans so you could say that I'm not only influenced by my European family but by the general Southern American accent as well as Creole.
____Living in the area with a high Voodoo culture and an annual Marti Gras made childhood very interesting. I got to see magical influences outside of the scope of European magic; cultures much older than the first spell books. By the time I was four years old, I had already shown more magical promise than either of my parents combined. The fact that my first big magical event was setting off an entire firework collection during Marti Gras when I was five years and four months old was pretty understandable. The fact that the firework dragon ended up chasing people down the street is what my parents took affront to. What they didn't understand was that those people had been the ones to poke and laugh at my brother and I during pre-school.
____You could say this was the triggering event for when my grandparents (the Darkthornes) finally stepped in. They took charge of my education by getting me private tutors. I learned the fundamentals about magic from all over the world, just barely skirting around wizarding laws about under age magic in the United Kingdoms and the United States. I also starting learning the basics in reading and mathmatics that I would need to know. My grandparents introduced me to the wizarding society back in Europe. I started by meeting the few, thin branches of the family that I had left. With my mother's parents and that family line dead, all family that I have left is from my father's side. The first family that I met was from my grandmother - her twin sister had a granddaughter named Odette. We got along as well as could be expected of two five year olds. As the week progressed we got along better and better.
____I traveled all over the world and saw many different forms of magic. I watched other kids in Africa transform into animals in Africa, the rigorous training that Japanese witches and wizards went through, and numerous other cultures who didn't rely on wand skills. I didn't feel so isolated while visiting them, I didn't feel so foolish for just thinking the wand was just another tool like a broom or something. I even spent a few semesters as a part time day-witch student at other schools, keeping contact with my family tutors in order to keep up with the different cultural and language expectations of the students. These schools enforced different standards and different expectations for magic. Not all of them favored wand based magic either which seemed to suit me just fine; I never lost touch with that spark that all young witches and wizards have when their magic first appears. Wandless magic was draining, and it was less precise, but it felt more natural to me than watching people wave around their wands. It also helped that all of the subjects I was tutored on and took classes in before I was eleven was based around subjects that didn't require a wand.
____I received my Hogwarts letter during the summer before I turned eleven. This was arranged by my grandfather Darkthorne, who works on for the United Kingdom's educational division of the ministry, and my grandmother, who works in the ministry for foreign affairs. They made sure that I got everything I wanted when I visited Diagon Ally...everything except a pet. After all the school supplies were gathered we went to a custom wand maker and had all the ingredients picked based on compatibility. I ended up with my seven inch alder with quite the unusual core - powdered occamy and shell scale. They expected so much of me. I didn't know how I would meet their expectations.
___I started out at Hogwarts like any other student, I suppose, regardless of my upbringing and personal quirks - with a letter. When I got onto the train at ten (turning eleven mind you) I was nervous. I ended up finding an old friend there and started talking with him. Apparently something in my non-British accent caught the attention of another student. We became good acquaintances based on the fact that we both were raised in the United States of America. Or at least that's what I told them...it wasn't a complete lie, I did spend the first five years in America and I stayed a few months out of the year with my parents. When I got to Hogwarts I was sorted into Slytherin even though the hat seriously debated putting me in Raveclaw. I suppose I straddle both lines. But due to the fact that one of my friends would no doubt be put in Slytherin, that was the house I wanted to be in. Besides, I'd heard about Slytherin and it didn't seem fair that they were the target of such hate based on a reputation that most of them couldn't help. So I decided that I was going to do my best to change that from the inside. If people hate purebloods extremists for hating muggles, then why wasn't it that other houses were hated on for hating Slytherins? Anyways, that's where I ended up and I haven't looked back since.
____Originally my grandparents had bought me gorgeous quills and ink well sets, but I quickly found out that those were impractical. So I'd sent a owl to my parents (who had a relay system set up at my grandparent's house) requesting mechanical pencils and pens. Unfortunately I found out quickly that pencils do not right on parchment very well so I stuck with pens. People around me seemed to find the way they wrote strange, because unlike using a quill and ink the lines were very small. I also found out that teachers didn't care to read it as they still had a hard time appearing. So eventually I switched over to cartridge pens that wrote like any quill, only much more evenly and without the need for an inkwell. Of course, I do carry around spare ink cartridges incase my pen runs out but it's a whole lot messy than an inkwell. Anyways, academically, my main passion is charms. Which was really strange seeing as I didn't seem to have the innate connection and near affection for my wand like the other students; the tool that made most charms more accurate. As I technically lived in America, and MACUSA doesn't allow underage witches and wizards to carry a wand, I had to leave my wand with my grandparents for safe keeping at the end of every academic year.
____The only real issue is that I lost two two of memory after my first year and that's something I worry about all the time despite the reassurances of my grandmother. What did I do that was so bad that I lost two months of my mind? Other than that, second year went smoothly. I continued to study and make acquaintances (such as Lauren). Fourth year brought nothing new and soon that year was over. Like always my grandparents kept me moving while I wasn't in school, learning everything I could and meeting everyone I could. I woke up excited and I went to bed exhausted every day.
____Once I hit fifth year I found myself taking many more classes than my fellow students. I struggled but I managed to keep up and keep my grades up; this was around the time when I started to decline in the amount of sleep I was able to get a day. The stress from wasting my time was no doubt what started my dreams to plague me. In an attempt to strive forward and make a lasting impression on the school, I talked with the teachers. We set up Hogwarts' first Teacher's Assistant program for select students which was to be implement as a trial run in my sixth year. In return for so many hours per week we were compensated with a small monetary value but I found that the small extra privileges, such as getting to know the ins and outs of teaching, were what was really rewarding. Especially since they helped to give me direction and something to focus on other than the relative emptiness that had become my life. I found myself throwing all my extra time at helping Professor Fordham with his classes and any work that arose from that. I grew to respect him far more than I realized at the time. The program was a success.
Edited 1/17/17 to show the flushed out details and remove character names. Edited 1/21/17 to remove characters and plots.
*⋮ ❛ Family Legacy᛫ ᛒᚢᚿᚢᛋ ᛫ ᛐᛂᛆᚵᚼᛚᛆᛁᚵᚼ᛫ __________________________________________________
_____ The first notable figure in the Le'fay family was born to the Duke of Cornwall, Gorlois, and Lady Igraine. Her name was Morgan Le'Fay. Morgan lived a pleasant life and greatly mourned the loss of her father when she was a child. When she was a very young woman, she bore witness to her mother marrying yet another wizard. Feeling that her father had all but been forgotten, Morgan left before she even found out the name of her step father or that she would gain a brother out of that union until much later. She isolated herself from her family as she learned the magical arts. However, that didn't mean she was isolated from the rest of the wizarding community. In fact, she played a part in numerous events that would shape the wizarding world. This included earning a crown and ruling over the Island of Avalon.
_____ As a young witch at the height of her power, Morgan was not easily impressed and turned down various suitors. But there was something about Arthur Pendragon that caught her attention. Out of their numerous nights of passion, a child was conceived. It wasn't until Morgan asked Arthur to marry her that she found out not only was he engaged...but he was her half-brother. Enraged by the cruel hand that fate had dealt her, Morgan lashed out. She turned against her half brother and taught her son, Mordred, to hate him as well.
_____ Over the coarse of twenty years, Morgan's heart hardened and darkened. This darkness spread to all reaches of the community as she started to harm anyone (the wizarding or those of non-magic backgrounds alike) for even the slightest of insults. Eventually she too was brought down by Merlin. In her last act, however, Morgan was able to save her only son's life.
_____ Mordred's hatred of Merlin and Arthur continued to grow as he was left alone in the world. He inherited the island of Avalon by birthright and sealed the ownership to his mother's bloodline. He married a witch that he met while attending Hogwarts and fathered a few children before his hatred finally presented itself. His last act in this world was to slay Arthur Pendragon, but he died in the battle as well as a result. His children scattered to the four corners of the world fearing retribution for their father's actions. The eldest child named Morgan after his grandmother disowned his siblings for dishonoring their heritage by pretending that they did not have magic and for marrying into the non-magical world.
_____ This Morgan kept toeing the line of dark magic but never actually delved into it. Eventually he too died, but he was the first one in his family to have done so as an old man. Centuries later his children migrated to the new world as they had grown sick of wizards needing to hide in plain sight. Unfortunately, their descendants soon found that the non-magical community had taken over the wilderness in North America as well. They moved back to Europe around the same time that the non-magical community had created the first airplane.
_____ The Darkthorne family is over a thousand years old. It's origins are within the confines of Northern Europe and are, of itself, a combined of two houses. It is said that Magnus Thorne, a respected wizard of his time, saw the plight of his non-magic anglo saxon neighbors during the time where Viking raids were fairly regular. During one of the most brutal sieges, Magnus Thorne took it upon himself to reclaim some of the people stolen and forced into slavery. He promised that he would return them to their homes safe and sound. Magnus set out to do just that. When he'd exacted what he believed to be justice on the clan that had taken so many of his neighbors, he found that hidden among them was a wizarding family. Among the bodies of her slain parents was a young woman, age 12. Feeling remorse for acting so hastily, Magnus took this young woman (Myrkr) under his protection. As she blossomed into a woman he married her. Instead of taking his name entirely as he requested, the woman refused. Magnus compromised and promised that any child they bore together would have both of their names. This seemed to placate the woman and she passed this name on to her child. However, his happiness only lasted so long as it took the woman to see that her child was due to inherit everything that Magnus had gained. As soon as he was in a vulnerable state, Myrkr avenged her family by placing a deadly curse on the man that had killed them - her husband.
_____ Eric Myrkr-Thorne inherited his father's lands and wealth. Under the tutelage of some of Magnus' closest friends, Eric soon came to see that his mother's violent behaviors to their neighbors couldn't be tolerated for long. He took her wand and locked her away both for her own safety and others. The horrible reputation that his family acquired due to his mother's actions, however, couldn't be reversed. In fact by the time that he had a few children of his own, many of the other witches and wizards believed that he too practiced dark magic. Eric did not dignify their accusations with any response, which would later prove to be a mistake.
_____ When his daughter was thirteen years old, she was found practicing the craft by two wizarding brothers. Knowing her family's so called reputation at the time they tormented her calling her the Dark Thorne, a play on her grandmother's chosen name of Myrkr. She returned home badly hurt and it ignited her father's anger especially as a child had been conceived during that torment. Eric found the young wizards who had done such a thing to his daughter and tortured them. During their torture they were tormented over and over again that it was done at the hands of a Dark Thorne, a reminder for why they were suffering. His rage wasn't abated so he took it out on their families as well for having raised such men. Upon their deaths, Eric officially changed his and his family's last name to Darkthorne as a warning to the world. He continued to pick off their extended family, save for his own daughter's child borne at their doing, until he was eventually stopped by none other than Merlin.
_____ Isolde Darkthorne, Eric's daughter, truly took to heart what had happened to not only her father but her grandmother. She vowed to raise her child, though it was ill conceived, with as much love and goodness as she could. It was hard to do as a young witch but she managed to do so. The bloodlust seemed to have died out of their line as no other member was known to practice the Dark Arts since then.
He is younger than me be just nine minutes, however it might as well have been a few years. Stephan's magical potential didn't show up till he was a little after nine when he accidentally hovered in the air after jumping over a kid while playing soccer. Mom and dad made up a story that he'd been practicing ballet as a MACUSA agent altered people's memories to keep things under wraps. He's hopeless at charms and transfiguration, even simple cleaning spells get out of hand for him. I think he lacks the focus. He is good with anything he can get his hands on - potions, herbology, care of magical creatures, and sports. He has yet to meet a physical activity that he doesn't excel at be it magical or nonmagical. That is probably why he was recruited to the American Quidditch team in his forth year and transferred to Ilvermorny to be able to play. He practices while at the school and over the holidays. At least he found something he was good at, I was starting to get worried for him.
Mom is the plant crazy lady you always see trying to do organic things. Except what you don't see is that she's also raising things like mandrakes as well as a whole assortment of magical herbs as well. She sells to both no-maj and magical alike and makes sure to take great care which plant strain goes to which shop. Can't have any poor human getting the screaming type of mandrake after all. While her organizational skills are on top, her cooking is not. Do not eat anything from her unless it's a salad...not even a sandwhich.
My father compliments my mother very well. Where as she grows the herbs and plants, he uses them for potions. In fact, he's one of the largest distributors of potions in North America. Never mind that he can't even cast a levitation spell to save his life; this man makes brewing Liquid Luck look easy. He's one of the only licensed people in our area for many of the different regulated potions as well. And unlike my mom it's safe to eat anything he whips up in the kitchen. In fact, I encourage you to do that. This man, this beautiful father of mine, makes things that taste divine.
Now, my grandmother is a kind of woman you don't see very often. She's very active in everything. She's the one who has arranged practically my entire life. She plans everything even more than I do. She's also the one who's a little more avid on the blood purity thing though she hides it behind charm and smiles. Though her take on blood purity may be different - as long as it's born of magic as far as the eye can see, it's better than being a muggle. I have a feeling that it wasn't always that way, that she wasn't always that lenient. She's also been trying to work on setting up a magic prep school for those who are born from non-magical parents. That way they can become "cultured" and lose some of their 'nonsensical' ideas as she calls it before integrated them into the main schools. Seeing as she's in the ministry it might just happen. Only time will tell.
My grandfather is part of the board that runs Hogwarts. He may seem like the most laid back person you meet only so long as you don't take in his posture, his clothes, you know things like that. And if you make the assumption that he's okay with muggle borns based on the fact that he has advocated for their education in the past...you'd be both right and wrong. He is fine with them so long as they stay out of wizarding family bloodlines. I've heard him say that once a hundred years of a magic has gone through their roots to nourish their tree then maybe, maybe they'd be acceptable but only if each generation has proven themselves to be exceptional. He has the whole idea of separate and almost equal thing going on though he will never treat them inhumanely.
Every thing I hear about her is in epic tales. I've read about how she was the greatest healer of her time and possibly even compared to the healers now a days. I've read about how she was a raven animagi. There are a lot of little things about her in history but there's never something deep and impacting. It's almost as though they tried to erase her and yet never managed to scrub the board clean enough. My guess as to why that is, is that after she was well established as a healer and kick a** witch she delved too far into the Dark Arts. Something changed in her character and then she became what the witches and wizards of the time feared. Kind of like an ancient Voldemort where Merlin became Harry. And you know what they say - he accomplished great things, terrible but great. Morgan Le'Fay must have done some great and terrible things for the majority of her life to be left to just a few simple facts.
This man was known to have been a good and fair ruler. He ruled over Camelot, a land which has seemingly been lost to time, and was great personal friends with Merlin - perhaps the most famous wizard of all time. Those without magical heritage believe that he was just a normal (but just) man; it's only those who delve into our history realize that he was a wizard as well. He just wasn't nearly as accomplished at magic as Merlin was and so all accounts of him focus on his character instead of ability. The only thing I can say is that it's no easy feat to maintain anything for a long period of time much less a kingdom. So well done but you still ******** up in the end. Or was that in the beginning.... Still without his and Morgan's accidental incestuous relationship I wouldn't exist.
I'm not quite sure where he went wrong. It could have been as his mother became darker and darker or it could have been a random chance. From what I understand of him though he had good intentions but he went about them wrong. He saw the lackluster state that Camelot had become when Arthur was distracted and he saw the corruption. However, he seemed to believe that meant that it was his time to change it and rule over the land; he tried to assert that by force and failed. Basically he was his own worst enemy and is a lesson to all young witches and wizards wanting to change the world all on their own.
My mom has no memories of her, only a picture and a portrait. Unfortunately the portrait does not seem at all interested in being around very often nor talking, which I suppose is a reflection on the kind of mother that she was. All I know of her was that her portrait was painted by a talented magical artist shortly after she gave birth to my mom. I've read from my grandfather's journal that she fell out of love with him around the same time that the painting had been finished. They agreed on a legal separation that led to a divorce. Not too long after that, I found one entry stating that she'd taken up with another man, though the name had been scratched out. I remember reading that he'd put her under the imperious curse for one reason or another. History leaves off with her breaking free of his curse after a month and killing him before being sent to Azkaban where she died. She has my respect for being able to break free from the curse even if she wasn't the greatest of mothers and never lived long enough in Azkaban to be a grandmother.
Hogwarts has arguably had more esteemed Headmasters in the past, however as I have never had any other to judge her against I would have to say that she is great. She allows for innovation such as the Teaching Assistant program as long as it's not damaging to the academic environment. She also, knowingly or not, formulated a way for students to pay very close attention during their classes. After all, she's the one who's been hiring all the young and moderately attractive teachers. Over all, I wouldn't say that I have a close relationship with her but I can respect the decisions that she's made so far.
There are some people you look at and thing 'damn'; unfortunately he's one of them. Looking at him you might also believe that he would make a good drinking buddy. This however is not true. I haven't seen him completely drunk yet but I do know that he's a light weight. He also happens to be one of the best teachers that I have had. That may be because of the fact that my favorite class has always been charms. I find charm exceedingly useful. That being said, I have also grown a professional respect for him as I've worked under him. Not only did he accept the fact that I desired to take up a part time job at Hogwarts as a teacher's aid, but he is the one that I have worked under. For his continued lessens both in my own class and outside of it, I am grateful to him. I am also grateful that he didn't listen to the rumors that I'm infatuated with him and that's why I chose to work as his teacher's aid.
I first met her at the start of last year when she first began to teach us. At first she seemed like any other person put in charge of educating younger minds than her own but over time she turned into something more. She became much more human, so to say, especially on the nights were Professor Fordham had taken me out to Hogsmeade claiming that it was still business. I might not have seen her often on those trips but it was more than once and so far she hasn't told the headmaster nor any other teacher who would go on to tell. It's also very easy to see that she had a sense of humor. Now it's almost hard to remember ever being so formal with her as the two of us are often joking or teasing others together. Sometimes we tease one another but so far it all seems to be in great fun. Overall, she has my official stamp of approval.
There's something about him that seems too smooth. I'm not sure what it is. I do know that he always seems to know just want to say and how to play the political game that is socializing. I also know that his family go fairly far back and that his family history is probably not something anyone would want a repeat of anytime soon. But you know what they say about sexy men who are too good to be true...still he was a good teacher. I might not have gotten along with him nearly as well as I do with Julian but this man managed to make Defense Against the Dark Arts interesting. He also doesn't put up with teenage bullshit which I appreciate as it's distracting. As a sort of parting gift, I hand copied a few pages from the Darkthorne memoirs (really they're more like a collection of grimoire) and bound them so that he could help preserve some of the knowledge that half of my family has collected over a thousand years.
He seems to be a nice enough man, though I don't have very many interactions to base that off of. All I really know about him is that he guides the first years from the train and he takes care of the grounds...whatever that actually entails. I also know that he's half giant and they aren't exactly known to be the friendliest of creatures out there nor the most intelligent. Then again, his mother was a witch so gifted that she became a headmistress over a school and his father is a notable figure in the life of Harry Potter. So maybe he'll continue his family's legacy of proving the stereotypes wrong.
I vaguely remember meeting him when I was a kid though everything from then is kind of dramatized for the simple fact that it was viewed through the eyes of a child. When I first saw him I couldn't help but wonder if he was a pharaoh but I soon learned that he wasn't. As I haven't taken History of Magic since the end of my fifth year, however, we haven't had much contact.
Professor St.Claire and I get along fairly well. We've had many interactions over the years to the point where I felt comfortable to bring my idea up to her about the Teaching Assistants before we talked with the headmistress about it. She is also the person who crafted me a sleeping draft starting in my fifth year of Hogwarts, though as those stopped having the same affect on me as they once did I stopped taking them. She's making strives to make a better, more effective potion and I'm grateful but I don't want to be be a test dummy. Overall, I'd say that we're on good terms and for the most part the relationship with her feels casual. I don't feel the need to be overly formal with her nor does it seem that she feels that way with me either. Which cuts down a lot of time skirting around what we want to say to one another.
I did not think it was possible for anyone to look as attractive as Professor Fordham. When I met Professor Solomon I found out how wrong I was. He makes drinking water look good. Then there is the academic side to him as well. Just like with a surprising amount of teachers, his face holds a brilliant mind. Not just any wizard could teach Alchemy. The more I try to learn the more it seems there is to do. I don't know if there is ever going to be enough hours in my day to catch up to his level but I am going to try. I often used to joke that one day we'll make an alchemist stone together by the time I graduate...unfortunately I think that'll still be a few years off. I can't say that it would bother me to spend more time with him though.
I knew her prior to attending Hogwarts, which is not as rare as it used to be apparently. She and my grandmother are friends and that meant that I saw her a lot growing up. In a way, I suppose it's almost like looking in a mirror of ages because there are a lot of things that she embodies that I hope to be when I am older. And because of those similarities (or whatever you would call it) I find that I spend a lot of time in her company - probably more than most students spend with their teachers. Then again that's nothing new for me. Regardless, when there is time we tend to sit around discussing the state of the world over cookies and tea.
He's been the music teacher since my forth year and so far has made the classes enjoyable. He likes to keep things structured and on task but at the same time there's always twenty or thirty minutes a lesson where we kind of get to do as we want. His voice is enjoyable and he's great to do duets with if there aren't enough guys in the class at the time. Of course, seeing as I just have the general 'music' with him that's probably why this class is a bit more free flowing than some others. Still, the fact that he combines vocal lessons with instrumental as well as the history on certain types of music makes for an amazingly enjoyable class.
We've known each other since our first year. In fact, she's one of my few actual friends within my house. As such, I've grown pretty close to her over the years. In fact, while school isn't in session I invite her over for a few days over the summer as well as winter break.
I believe she's wasting her life. Needless to say because of our differing views on what someone should and shouldn't do during school time, we don't get along. However, we are in the same house. Which means that we've had to unite together on more than one occasion. The union just doesn't last very long and we go right back to not liking each other.
He's the right amount of mischief and wit for someone his age. In fact, there are times that I wish he were older so I could better see what kind of Wizard he's shaping up to be. Right now it's a good one but who knows how he'll be in a few years time. I'm hoping that he doesn't change too much because he's a good example of what a pureblood could be and definitely is in most cases. Because of all of that I often bring him little trinkets from around the world if or when I go traveling that help to remind him that you get more done for the world in the light than the dark.
She is one of the few female friends that I have had over the years which have remained a friend. She and I were introduced through our families. Of course, at the time we met she was still very much a proper french witch and so my grandmother put a charm on me so that I could understand and speak French. Over the years I've learned how to speak on on my own. No where near as fluently as Odette, of course, but I can keep up a decent conversation with her without resorting to a linguistic charm. After being at her family home for a week over the summer last year, I was gladdened to hear that she was going to transfer to Hogwarts. I think, after a year, that she's finally seen enough of the castle to appreciate the fact that she'll probably never see all of it in her lifetime. That doesn't stop us from trying to find new places when we both have the time, though. Even if it's just to try and discover yet another layer to the magical world that we both live in.
This boy is all skin, bone, and brain. Seriously if there was anyone in the school I was going to be academically jealous of it would be him. He's better than me in multiple subjects and I suppose that's why I try my best to outshine him when I can, something that he doesn't seem to like very much. The two of us compete in practically every class we're in together. It's not like we hate each other so to say but it would be a lot easier if we weren't in the same school. The level of academic competition has made me want to hex him a few times just out of sheer frustration.
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Luce is loud pretty much all the time. There are times when it's more amusing to watch her speak her mind and other times where it's just downright annoying. She has no filter.
Like most students, we met in our first year of Hogwarts. It took a few years of slow build up, as we're from two different houses, to achieve the level of friendship we currently have. It's not an in-your-face sort of friendship but we have confided in one another. Recently though it just feels like he's getting a lot more pushy and violent which confuses me to no end. The Samual I know barely stood up for himself. Now it's like he's lashing out way more often. I don't know how to handle it other than to keep in mind that he didn't have the easiest of childhoods. If it comes to it I might try to help him cover up some of the damage he's done or get him away from trouble but I hope it never gets to that point. There's also the fact that recently he's been trying to push my buttons as well - not an advisable thing. I don't know what's wrong with him. I don't know how to help him.
I admire that despite the hardships in his life (which I know very little about, only what made it into wizarding news), he has made strives to better himself. I find that the more I talk to him the more it seems we have in common, at least in all the ways that count. Too bad he doesn't have a pedigree to match.
In our younger days, when we first both got to the school, we found out that we were both in the library an unusual amount of time. It wasn't like we hit it off as friends right off the bat. In fact, I'm not sure if we would have even classified ourselves as that for a long time. It just kind of slowly developed. At some point during our third year at Hogwarts we ended up reading a couple of the restricted books together all in the name of learning. Some time after that we started drifting apart during school. It wasn't from lack of commonalities or anything. In fact, we still see each others over the holidays every once in a while. It's just that at Hogwarts I got sick of hearing people ask what I wanted from the Gryffindor - like they assumed that the only reason I would spend time with someone outside of my house was if I wanted to use them for something.
We're not like 100% best friends forever, but I do spend time with him every now and then. Mostly I try to act as some sort of safety monitor for him. Every time he's doing something really drastic I just leave and let him decide if he's going to follow through with it or not. Unfortunately, he still does stupid things. Still it's not like he does them out of any sort of mean spirit so he's not the worst to be around.
We don't get along at all. This stems from the fact that neither she nor Katherine seem to be able to stay in the same room as each other. Obviously as Katherine has my loyalty I tend to take her side in matters more, especially when it's against Angela. She's the typical gryffindor who's quick to rush into a situation with no idea how it'll go.
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