Pet's ID Tag:Kennel #27: Pumpernickel
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Name You'd Choose for It:Pumpernickel Wild-thorn
(Keeping his first name the same, and adding a last name.)
Species/Breed:Canine
Gender:Male
Reason You Want It:From the minute I looked at this little guy, I found myself being drawn to him. I love his scarf, his eyes, and his totally awesome design. When I looked at him, I was reminded of Harry Potter, particularly the house of Gryffindor. I'll be basing him on the world of Harry Potter because of my initial reaction to this cutie.
Donator:wesleydog
Designer:butter beer
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History/Background/Other:Pumpernickel was ecstatic as he raced down his hallway, waiting for the mail to arrive. "Today's the day!" he cheered, watching the mail slide through the opening in his front door. Grabbing the mail in his mouth, he trotted to the kitchen, dropping it onto the table. He glanced up as one of the teacups floated past his head and into the sink. His mother was washing the dishes using magic, as she normally did. She turned her head only slightly before speaking. "What came in the mail today, dear?"
As he shoved through the pile, his ears flattened and his tail drooped. "Just junk."
"Don't worry," she said, turning away from the sink, her black wand levitating just above her head as it continued on its task of washing and drying. "It'll come when it's ready. You know you can't rush a letter, especially one from Hogwarts." She patted him on the head. "It knows when you're ready."
"But I'm ready now!"
She laughed. "Then the letter should come in a couple days."
Two weeks later, the letter still hadn't arrived. Pumpernickel was starting to lose hope. "What if I never get it?" he asked his mother, his green eyes watering with tears. "I so do want to be a wizard, Mummy. I know I have what it takes!"
"Don't fret, dear. The letter will come - just later than you expect it."
A week later, a rapping could be heard at the door. Pumpernickel slunk down the stairs, feeling depressed and moody as he threw open the door. In flew a letter, just barely out of the pup's reach. He yipped in surprise, slamming the door and chasing after the floating object, finally grabbing it in his mouth and ripping off the seal.
His parents walked out just as the letter began to speak.
"Dearest Mr. Pumpernickel Wild-thorn,
Hogwarts is pleased to welcome you as a student during the fall semester. Please go to Diagon Alley to pick up your supplies, and if you're under 17, make sure to have a legal guardian with you.
We cannot wait to see you on campus in the fall with a new wand and ready mind to learn.
We hope you enjoy your stay at Hogwarts!"
The letter then dissolved into a million tiny pieces.
"I GOT MY LETTER!" he cheered, racing around the room happily.
In Diagon Alley, his parents helped him pick out his books and robes first. Then they made their way to the pet shop. After looking at the rats, frogs, toads, owls, and cats, Pumpernickel decided he'd get an owl. He had narrowed down his options to a
Boreal Owl by the name of Gable and an
Eastern Screech Owl by the name of Guinan. He honestly couldn't pick which one he wanted more, so the store owner let both owls out of the cage and stated whichever one landed upon his back was the one he should buy.
They both landed on his back at around the same time.
So, his parents bought both Guinan and Gable.
Next they left for Ollivander's Wand Shop to find a wand for their little boy. After trying out several wands, the wand that chose Pumpernickel was Mahogany with Dragon Heartstring center, 11 inches long and slightly flexible. He took it with pride, beaming at how beautiful the wand was and how powerful it felt in his paws.
At Hogwarts, all the first years were placed in a line, asked to come up one by one to the Sorting Hat, which would sort them into their houses. It took a long time, but once the Sorting Hat chose, he could never re-choose, so it was best that he make his decision lengthy and accurate.
Pumpernickel was in the middle of the group, and was finally asked to come up and sit in the chair. The hat was so large that when the headmaster placed it on his head, it fell over his eyes and almost covered his whole face!
From inside the hat, Pumpernickel could hear its thoughts.
Hm, such a love of power lies within you...could you be...Slytherin? No, no, the remnant is too weak. What about Ravenclaw? You've got some brains in here, boyo! Hm, hm, no...no...not quite up to Ravenclaw standards, even though you ARE brilliant. What about Hufflepuff? Yes, I think you'll do nicely there! Hard-working and talented, that's what you are!"I'd rather not, sir. Hufflepuff seems awful boring," Pumpernickel said quietly.
"Well then, I suppose that only leaves one house. And that's the house for you. GRYFFINDOR!"
As soon as the announcement was made, the hat was taken off of Pumpernickel's head and placed upon the next student's head, and so on and so forth, until all the students had been sorted. Pumpernickel made his way to his house's table, and started chatting with his new housemates. They talked for hours, eventually being ordered to stop by the headmaster as he ordered them to their rooms. Pumpernickel, tired but also excited, made his way past the painting on the wall and into the room with beds lined upon the walls. Letting both birds out of the cages, he watched as they soared around the room and came to rest upon the two posts of his bed. He smiled, snuggling underneath the covers. "I really am a wizard," he said, hardly able to contain his excitement about living the life he'd always dreamed of.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
