Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

[Swan_Song]

Name: Aisling (ASH-ling) Quin Woodrum

Age/Year: 16 years old/ 5th year

House: Gryffindor

Appearance: Aisling is a small girl, standing at just about 5 feet tall. She is very slender, and she also has fair skin, which makes her look somewhat spritely or faerie-esque. Her face is pretty, with big eyes that are nearly violet, and well defined features. What's strangest about her is her hair, which, due to a lack of pigmentation, had turned to a silver-ish color. People refer to her as a wisp of a girl, because of her odd looks.

Personality: Aisling is a sweetheart, who will do what she can to help people. However, she is also a little bit out there, and will speak in vague proverbs at times. Some might consider her to have "the gift", and she likes to make premonitions. She prefers a quiet get together with friends over a boisterous party. She is adamantly loyal, to the point where she will let people walk all over her. She loves fashion, mythology, and ice skating.

History & Other: Aisling was born to a pure-blood family, with members who were in the Ministry of Magic. Honestly, she led a relatively normal life (as normal for wizards, that is), and it wasn't anything really eventful. When she was 11, she was sent to Hogwarts, and fell in love with it. She enjoyed making new friends, and especially likes being around the ghosts.

Aisling's pet is a little white owl she named Minerva, after the Grecian goddess of wisdom. She hasn't learned to conjure a patronus yet, but *spoiler alert* it would be a swan. Her wand is rosewood, with a unicorn hair core. It's only about ten inches long, with not much decoration or anything.

 

[Runner]

Climbing out of the carriage, Leo realized how hungry he was and found himself walking at a brisk pace into the castle so he could hurry up, get into the Great Hall and get some grub before he died of starvation. It felt like an extremely long time since the Chocolate Frogs he had been snacking on in the train.

(Okay, am I the only one here in Gryffindor?)

 

[Swan_Song]

(I changed it so you won't be alone :3 )

 

[jadine]

Mystina checked her reflection in the window beside her in the carriage she was riding in. A tiny gleam that was the prefect badge that hung on her robe caught her eye in the reflection. She smiled contently and hurriedly got off the carriage, "ahhh wonderful" she breathed in a big lungful of fresh air and fondly took in the view of the school grounds. She can't believe how intimidating Hogwarts looked to her when she came for her first year of studies.

She then directed her gaze expectantly towards the Black Lake where the first years will be coming from, riding in tiny boats. "I wonder how many people will be sorted into Ravenclaw this year" she thought. She snapped out of her reverie and realized she has to hurry to meet her fellow prefects. They were to receive further instructions before the sorting began. She took out her wand, pointed it on her trunks, flicked her hand in one fluid motion and murmured, "locomotor trunks". Her luggage then became afloat and zoomed purposely a little bit ahead of her. She then picked Tascha up who was still sitting in the carriage and walked towards the school in long, graceful strides.

OOC: Uh if Raine is a first year, why is she riding the carriage with the higher-year students? Shouldn't she have come in a boat from the Black Lake with Sophie which is ceremonial for all first years?

 

[.chasm.]

(It's alive. IT'S ALIIIVE!)

Pippa jumped out of the carriage, and after a last glance at the Thestrals pulling her carriage, she joined the surge of people that were making their way past the boar statues and up the stone steps. She looked up as she entered the Entrance Hall, thankful for the gold light from the floating candles after the dark carriage ride in the dark. Tyler followed closely behind, ducking as Peeves swooped dangerously low over the crowd.

 

[The Doctor]

Name: Christophe Polonius Foster

Age/Year: 15/ Year 5

House: Ravenclaw

Appearance: Christophe has light brown hair that is always brushed neatly, rarely messed up. It just sort of stays nice. He has deep blue eyes that are a bit large. He's around 5"11, maybe a little closer to 6". Nicely built, but a bit on the awkward side. His teeth are all crooked but he still has an uplifting smile.

Personality: He's flamboyant and likes to talk a lot. Christophe makes friends quite quickly because he just loves meeting new people. Hogwarts is his favourite place on Earth despite the fact that it's school. He isn't very academically intelligent but he is always there for you when you need a friend. It's not like he's dumb, he just has trouble getting the knack of spell casting. He likes to get his own way, so when authority figures defy him, he gets upset. He usually won't lash out but he will bad mouth them behind their backs.

History & Other: Christophe was born into a half-blood family. Very nice people. His mum, a muggle-born, is Cécile Laurence-DeFaux (she kept her maiden name) and his father, the pure-blood of the family, is Charles Foster. The name "Polonius" belonged to his grandfather on his dad's side, Polonius L. Foster who was the head architect for the Lightning 500 racing broom and other famous models.

He started at Beauxbatons from when he was 11-12. Then Christophe's mum and dad moved the family out of France and relocated to Bath, England. From there, he started at Hogwarts. This is his third year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry but he has been studying magic for five years like the rest of the fifteen year olds. He still has a very French accent but he grew up speaking both French and English so he knows both fluently.

He owns a pet cat that wonders the Ravenclaw dormitory all night and day. She's a very orange, very fluffy cat named Aimée.

Christophe's wand is 11", Ash, with a Phoenix tail feather. And he's never produced a patronous. That stuff is way too advanced for him.

 

[Regina Phalange]

Name: Ewan James Carter

Age/Year: 16/Fifth Year

House: Ravenclaw

Appearance: He has kind of messy brown hair, that seems to be in a permanent tousle. He's pretty much given up on combing it after all these years. He has blue eyes and a nice enough smile, with nice teeth, especially for a British person. He's around 5'9, maybe 5'10, with a rather fit build. He was born in Cumbria, just south of Carlisle. His accent is still rather noticeably Cumbrian, though luckily enough he has slipped out of the slang in the past five years, due to the fact no one could understand him at Hogwarts otherwise.

Personality: He's a rather easy going fella. He doesn't really start conversations, which can make him seem aloof, but if someone talks to him he'll talk right back. He's a bit quiet but he always listens, no matter how boring the conversation is. He acts a little tough and manly, but that's only because of his father. In truth, he's kind of sensitive.

History & Other: He was born by a muggle and a wizard, making him a half-blood. When his mother found out about the wizarding world, she left, frightened by the unfamiliarity. He was raised by his father and step-mum, a witch, in Cumbria, and was never taught much about the muggle world, due to his father's heart having been broken by a muggle; so he can seem a little ignorant at times. His father is a man who needs his 'men to be men.' He's old-fashioned and doesn't appreciate sensitivity from the 'stronger sex.' Obviously, this makes Ewan a little self-conscious.

Ewan has a yellow pacman toad he named Frog, who he keeps in a terrarium in his dorm room.

His wand is 12", yew, with a dragon heartstring core. He's never conjured up more than a soft cloud of a patronus. His favourite class is transfiguration.

 

[jadine]

The Great hall was adorned with floating candles and the roof was enchanted to reflect the night sky outside. Mystina made her way back towards the Ravenclaw table after receiving further instructions for her prefect duties for tonight. She waited for the other students to be seated and for the sorting to begin. The great hall is filling up quite steadily and familiar voices can be heard all around the hall. She can just picture the house elves in the kitchen preparing all the food for tonight's feast.

(OOC: So I wonder, Is Minerva McGonagall still the Headmistress after 20 years?)

 

[mew0099]

Name: Norium Inusia

Age/Year: 13 / Second Year

House: Slytherin

Appearance: Norium is quite skinny, but she is taller than most other people she knows, nearing 5'8" feet. She has straight dark brown hair that just touches the middle of her neck, and her bangs cover her left eye. Her eyes are pure black.

Personality: Norium likes to act weak and shy so people will pity her, but in reality she just wants people to like her. Around people she knows very well she talks and laughs a lot. She loves drawing everywhere; especially on her arm. She is very emotional and will cry over tiny things.

History & Other: Norium is a half-blood. Her mother was a muggle-born named Jane Lacian [she then changed her last name to Inusia after her marriage], and her father a wizard named Xavier Inusia. Originally this family lived in Manchester, but was her mother was killed in a shooting there, and so she moved to Glasgow with her father at the age of five. Her father was sweet and caring, and she made lots of friends at school, so she had a happy and laid-back life to grow up through. She didn't know her father was a wizard until she saw him conjuring a Patronus, and after that she always asked her father if she could be taught magic. When she was nine her father finally agreed, and she learned basic spells.

Norium has a female raven named Reniad, who she's owned for three years. Her wand is 10½ inches, willow, with thestral tail hair. Her Patronus is a fox, as her mother owned foxes when she was young.

 

[Acegirl928]

(oh my goodness i'm so sorry that I haven't been on guys! I've been soooo busy I feel like a chicken with my head cut off! all new forms are accepted, and they sound wonderful! we can keep going now! as for the head mistress, i think mcgonagall is ok to still be there)

Valerie looked around the Great Hall; many students were filling in now. There must be someone that was interesting enough to talk to. Even if they weren't in Slytherin, she wasn't picky with her friends. She noticed a petite blonde girl across the room- Mystina was her name she thought?- and decided to approach her. "Why hello" Valerie said; friendly but still serious.

 

[.chasm.]

Finally, the crowd filed into the Great Hall, and Pippa and Tyler walked in opposite directions to go to their House tables. Pippa settled onto the bench, not looking at the chattering students all around her, but instead staring at the top table, watching the teachers. She sighed, resting her elbow on the table and holding her head up, casting her eyes over the spotless gold plates.

 

[mew0099]

((ooc; Yayy!~ Thanks for accepting, acegirl <3))

Norium sat blankly at the table, hoping silently to herself that she would finally make some real friends this year. She snapped back to earth and realized there was an itch on her foot. She casually bent down and scratched, and realized her pen was inside. It fell out with a small click, hardly noticeable among the chatter. She tucked it back in, and something of a smile flashed on her face. She then swung her head up and sat up straight, trying to make someone realize she existed.

 

[Runner]

Leo walked into the hall, trying his best not to accidentally bump into somebody and cause a domino effect in the crowd. When he finally made it over to the Gryffindor table, he sat down next to some other fifth years. He sighed, and then stared at his plate. He was hungry- he sincerely wished that sorting would hurry up and start so dinner could hurry up and happen.

(Oh yeah, is Neville the herbology professor still?)

 

[The Doctor]

Ooc- Yay I'm accepted! Thanks

Christophe made his way through the large crowd of excited students, greeting each other and hugging left and right. Eventually he made his way to the Ravenclaw table and found a place to sit near the end of the table where few students were seated. He looked around, hoping to see a friendly face. Most people he recognized but he couldn't see anyone at the moment that he talked to regularly. Turning toward the front of the hall to where the sorting hat sat on a stool and waited for it to begin speaking.

 

[jadine]

Mystina was deep in thought when she heard a somewhat familiar voice said "hello" tentatively. She directed her gaze towards the source of the greeting. Mystina stood up and took a few steps towards the girl's direction. "Oh hi there Valerie" she said and returned girl's smile curtly. Valerie was her senior by a year and belonged to the Slytherin house. She knew her cause she approved of her sense of fashion plus the fact that she doesn't act like a typical member of the Slytherin house. "Big turn out this year huh?"

A movement in front of the great hall caught Mystina's attention via her peripheral. Headmistress McGonagall stood rigidly beside the stool where the sorting hat sat, signalling for everyone to be silent. "Well, it seems like the sorting's about to begin, Nice to see you Valerie!" she beamed before resuming her seat beside a fellow 5th year Ravenclaw who she knew to be Christophe, just as everybody fell silent. Mystina gave the crowd a sweeping look and saw the anticipation on the faces of all the first years that are about to be sorted.

 

[Fer Sure]

A/N: I use a couple different accounts, (Fangalicious, Fer Sure and Famous Last Words.x) so I sometimes switch around. Hope it doesn't confuse too many people xD

Farah made her way into the Great Hall, about 5 minutes before the sorting usually began. She noticed a thin girl, sitting a few seats down from her, bending down to pick up something. It looked like something mugglemade. What was it doing at Hogwarts? She continued to watch the girl just out of the corner of her eye curiously. She hadn't seen her before, but then again, she barely ever paid attention to sorting ceremonies. A low grumble, her stomach, interrupted her thoughts. The teachers needed to hurry up with everything. Just at that, Headmistress McGonagall rose from her seat, and announced that the sorting would begin momentarily. Thank goodness.

 

[Regina Phalange]

Ewan had taken a quick trip to the loo before entering the Great Hall, and as he entered he saw that most people were sitting at their house tables already and waiting for the sorting to begin. Feeling self-conscious for entering the hall so late, he hurried over to the Ravenclaw table and sat down near fellow fifth year, Christophe. He pretended like he had been sitting the whole time and looked over at the hat, hoping it would begin talking so he'd be less embarrassed.

 

[Swan_Song]

Aisling wandered in with everyone else, staring up at the ceiling with intense admiration. She had always loved the ceilings here. They were so high up! Not to mention they looked so beautiful each year. She felt herself being nudged along, and quickly stumbled forward towards the gryffindor table. She hummed a song under her breath, then smiled and waved at Nearly Headless Nick, whom she admired greatly. "Hello Sir Nicholas," she called, before sitting down next to the others at her table. She swung her little legs as she looked towards the first year, a soft smile forming on her features. "Aren't they precious?" She said to nobody in particular.

 

[The Doctor]

Ooc- Is someone going to make the hat speak already? I'm hungry.

Christophe was hungry, his stomach felt as though it were beginning to eat itself as they waited for the sorting to begin, and finish, and for the headmaster to make his speech. He looked over at Ewan who had just taken his seat, "Have a good summer, Ewan?" He said loudly, so that Ewan would hear him. They had all their classes together so Christophe knew him pretty well.

 

[Runner]

Leo, who had been looking down at the floor, heard someone else sit down nearby at the Gryffindor table- he looked up to see this one girl in his year- Aisling, who was talking to Nearly Headless Nick. He glanced at her for a moment before directing his gaze over to the sorting hat- which still hadn't sung the sorting song yet. With a small sigh, he looked back down underneath the table.

(Sometimes, having a silent character sucks xP)