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Started March 13, 2023 by Deleted user

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Name: Ariadne Prince

Nicknames: Ari, Aria

Age/year: 12, 2nd year

House: HUFFLEPUFF (says Alistair, the sorting hat)(yes i gave the sorting hat a name, what about it?)(she's actually a Slytherpuff)

Sexuality: give her til 5th year so she can realize she's bi, female (she/her)

Appearance: She has olive skin, black hair that is both short and long at the same time (it's not shoulder-length hair exactly but it's kinda close?), and grey-blue eyes. She wears cute little star or heart earrings and colorful pins and bracelets with all sorts of charms. She's tall and is around 5 feet and 2 inches.

Personality: Her sarcasm and the fact that some people find her intimidating are her number one weapon! But she's really a sweet gal who loves learning about potions, dueling and animals (and the dark arts but we don't talk about that 👀). She's really fierce and somewhat overprotective when it comes to her friends and she will beat your ass if you hurt the people she cares about. She's a bookworm and prefers some muggle books over wizarding books and she will rant to you about it. Despite her somewhat sweet demeanor, she will not hesitate to use you, to manipulate you in order to get what she wants…..if she doesn't know you or is not super close to you. Because she would never do that to people she's already friends with.

Other: She is not interested in Quidditch (she thinks it's a stupid sport. Dueling is much better in her opinion) but she will go to the matches to support her friends! She's Dumbledore's #2 hater! (#1 goes to her uncle)

omg a character from the most ancient and noble house of prince? (the house is like 97% fanon but shhhh) more likely than you think!

(No <3)

(I meant np but it’s funny af so I’m keeping it hskdhsjd)

Name: Abraham Murphy

Age/year: 15, 5th year

House: Gryffindor

Sexuality: To Be Determined….

Appearance: Brown hair which, while usually neat, tends to get a bit ruffled by the end of the day. Has eyes that can seem green on some days and blue on others. Attire is completely unpredictable on any day, but he does wear a necklace with a key on it, said to be matching with someone with an identical lock. Average height, standing at 5'6.

Personality: Abraham is a sweet guy, always willing to be social, but not too fond of social events. Although he's energetic and bubbly, it seems there's a wall separating him from the rest of the world, as if something's not quite right with him. Maybe even missing. He greatly enjoys flying, though not so much the sport of Quidditch. He's always willing to be a shoulder to cry on or a little extra support to his friends, and he's always willing to stand up for his friends by mean of words and quick wit. He heavily enjoys trapping people in corners with his sarcastic attitude. He loves to make jokes to downplay any tension there may be in a room. He's not the best student, but he is incredibly smart, and loves experimenting with new things. He's a prefect of Gryffindor. Though he can quite unsuspecting a lot of the time, he is definitely observant, and he knows a lot more than he lets on. He is very passionate about all of his interests, and he heavily enjoys singing (Though, not many people in the building enjoy that hobby). His patronus is a robin. He is a half-blood, though his witch mother left him shortly after giving birth to him. It came as a shock to him when he got a letter to go to a wizarding school.

(No <3)

(I meant np but it’s funny af so I’m keeping it hskdhsjd)

(lmaooo)

ALSO WRITING SAMPLE!!!

It was a dark evening, the only source of light illuminating from the street lights through the heavy mist. All was silent; not a single car drove past, not a bird chirped, not a person passed by in the streets. Except for one, a young girl who silently trod her way through the darkness, breathing in the heavy air. She didn't look all that old, maybe fifteen at a maximum. She dragged her feet along the floor, seemingly exhausted. It wouldn't take you that long to discover what, as there were long, deep cuts along her face and arms. You could only wonder, what had done this to her?

The girl had thick, long, wavy hair that went about halfway down her back. She had a round face, laden with scars. She had bright blue eyes, framed with round glasses, and she wore a dark blue suit, complete with a cloak. She dragged herself along the pavement, each step seemingly bringing her more pain, until she finally stopped rather abruptly, and collapsed to her knees. She trembled violently as she stared down at her hands.

"What have I done?" She whispered, feeling the tears begin to roll down her cheeks again, blurring her vision. She couldn't go back now. Not ever again, if she wanted to stay alive. Even if she desired to return, she could never. The shame of reappearing in the town she had lived in for so long, after committing the heinous crime she had just done, would be unbearable. The question rang through her mind, somewhat reminiscent to a bell. 'What now?' She wasn't safe anymore. There could be someone after her head just at that moment. Maybe-

Even her thoughts were cut off as a low rumbling could be heard from a distance, becoming progressively louder. The girl sprang to her feet, and without another thought, raced away into the darkness.

Nobody ever knows what became of her that night, or what it was that was chasing her, but we all hope she turned out okay, and escaped from whatever monster she may have been trying to escape, even if it was only herself.

(it's been awhile in the hp universe for me, so if I get something wrong please PLEASE correct me O///O)

Macie hummed to herself as she waited for the moving staircase to stop where she needed to go. Several other students were exiting their own dorms and onto the magic stairwell, wanted to be bright and early for breakfast in the great hall. The girl grinned as the people in the paintings yawned and stretched, and a few who complained about how early it was. She moved her brown hair out of the way of her ear, and descended the stairs to ground level. She sported a new earring today; it looked like two roses, one at her ear lobe and the other pinched way up high. It wasn't a piercing, but others tended to think it was. Bright red with pearls decorating the centers, two chains–one long and one short–connected the top to the bottom. It definitely was her favorite earring.
She turned the corner and easily found the large double-doors that opened to the hall where a banquet of food waited for the students of Hogwarts. Only, the poor girl turned the corner just in time to slam into someone.