xxxCʟᴜʙs ᴀɴᴅ Sᴘᴏʀᴛs: xxxxx⇾Quidditch - Reserve Seeker xxxxx⇾Culinary Club xxxxx⇾
xxxAᴄᴄᴏʟᴀᴅᴇs: xxxxx⇾ xxxxx⇾ xxxxx⇾
xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx xxxxx⇾Aʀᴛsʏ Growing up in a super artistic family, Jazz has inherited their parents’ love of art. Sure, they’re not old enough to do some of it alone, but that doesn’t mean they don’t do other kinds of art! They’re very hands-on with life and their creative outlook always shines through!
xxxxx⇾Fʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ Despite struggling to talk sometimes, Jazz is a super friendly person. They love having friendly conversation and making friends. It is always good to know you’ve got people in your corner!
xxxxx⇾Cᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴏᴜs Even though Jazz is pretty easily scared, they’re more than happy to face each new challenge head on. They’re pretty used to taking a breath, steeling up, and doing their best against whatever they’re up against.
xxxxx⇾Lᴏʏᴀʟ Whenever Jazz makes a friend, you can count on them to be loyal to the bitter end. They’ll be true and kind the whole way long. Of course, if you break the sacred oath of friendship, it’ll result in a complete and total loss of trust.... plus the “I’m not mad, just disappointed” look.
xxxxx⇾Aᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄ Jazz loves to play sports. They love to move and shake, especially if it is on a team. It’s all the more fun to work together, after all. They’re great at coordinating plays and rallying the players. Thankfully, they’re also a good sport!
xxxxx⇾Sᴏᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ Aᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ Okay, so sometimes it’s pretty tricky to make friends. It’s worse if you have a speech impediment, but Jazz tries not to let that stop them. They’ll try their best and sometimes fail, but at least they tried, right?
xxx𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx Jazz was born “Jaslene Mya Blackthorne” to their parents, Bowen Alton & Zennia Ami Blackthorne. The couple were artists in their own right. Bowen found most of his time in a glassblowing hotshop while Zennia worked at a bakery. They were surprised by their pregnancy, but both were super excited anyway.
As Jazz grew, they were encouraged to do anything they could ever wish. And they’d for sure want to do art as well! It started with finger paints and mosaics, with more skills added in every which way. The little family grew, with Bowen being invited to showcase some of his glass sculptures in a local art museum. Zennia saved up enough to open her own little bakery, which meant they could take a step up in the world.
When Jazz was about six, they decided that they didn’t really fit the mold of “girly” like their fellow kindergarteners. Thankfully, their whole family was accepting, allowing them to explore themselves in a safe, loving environment.
It was several years later, living in their cozy house, that Jazz was notified that she was a witch. How insane was that?! She got to visit a place called Diagon Alley with a school Governess, and go shopping for some neat supplies! They’d get to go to a school called Hogwarts, and the only bad news was that it was pretty far from home. Otherwise, it was pretty awesome!
xxx𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx Despite being so far away from home, first year had been pretty cool. Jazz made lots of friends, joined a bunch of cool clubs, and even signed up for a dangerous sport (though maybe don't tell mum and dad about the danger part). They even got to try and fool a new friend with cakes designed to look like other foods for cooking club. At the end of the year was a big Talent Showcase, so Jazz made a bunch of cupcakes and a paint-splatter cake. The biggest surprise were mum and dad showing up, having taken a fancy test to be able to see the school. It was fantastic!!
Second year had even more fun, with Jazz making lots of new friends. They also got nominated to make a fancy cake for Vikram's birthday, after he enjoyed their baking in Culinary Club. It was pretty crazy that they were chosen when there were a bunch of options to pick from. There was even a first year, Carter, who enjoyed crafts time, which was super fun! They also met Sebastian's cat, who was very fun to snuggle with. There was also a big school dance, and Jazz went with Hattie. Turned out, Hattie was weirdly skilled on high heels. Who coulda guessed? After the dance, Jazz met up with Carter for crafts, and Carter gave them a really neat box of antique beads. It was so much fun!
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xxxℛ𝒆𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼xxx
xxxLᴏᴠᴇᴅ Oɴᴇ: xxxBᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ: Hattie & Carter xxxFʀɪᴇɴᴅs: Clover Bauer, Harriet (Hattie) MacDougal, Charlotte 'Carter' McFallon, Vikram Bhattacharyya, Alice McNamara, Zoot the Cat, Sebastian Moon, Adelai Hasenpfeffer-Bates, Roxanne Archer, Olivia Scott-Wright xxxEɴᴇᴍɪᴇs: xxxFᴀᴍɪʟʏ:
xxxxx⇴Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: Bowen Alton & Zennia Ami Blackthorne xxxxx⇴Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs: None xxxxx⇴Gʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: Samuel & Ellena Blackthorne and Sean & Terrence Ergrove xxxxx⇴Cʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: None xxxxx⇴Oᴛʜᴇʀ:
xxxPᴇᴛ: A scraggly cat named Mr Whiskers
xxx𝓞𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓘𝓷𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷xxx
xxx𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈xxx xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Fᴏᴏᴅ: Cake? xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴀɴᴅʏ: Chocolate xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: All of them xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Aɴɪᴍᴀʟ:Cats
xxxAʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇs: Coconut xxxIɴsᴛʀᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs Pʟᴀʏᴇᴅ: Xylophone / Timpani xxxLᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs Sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ: English xxxAᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ: Mid-British, with a stutter
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