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Male | Terra Custode | Patronus: White Stallion | Wand: Black Walnut
Seer | Location: Great Hall| Tagged: OPEN
XxxLeaning against one of the walls outside of the great dining hall, watching everyone file in, Ronan Draco Malone felt a wave of relief with an amusing undertone as he and some of his housemates scanned the crowd of new witches and wizards, as they joked amongst each other. Being elected as his house's custode, he knew he would have to be on much better behavior than he was in previous years, so he refrained from his usual comments regarding the female variety passing him by. Once everyone was inside, he followed after and took a seat at one of the Terra tables. Respectfully, Ronan kept quiet until a first-year was sorted into Terra, then he would howl and clap with the rest of his house, taking good note of the new faces, to better keep track of them, as if the brown robe accents wouldn't give them away. Once the ceremony had finished and breakfast began, he caught up with some of the other guys he hadn't yet talked to, at least he tried to concentrate as his icy blue gaze kept falling to a familiar pair of hazel eyes and long lashes.
XxxSierra Burrows. They had been in direct competition with each other since year one, it wasn't at all that he didn't like her... it was probably even the exact opposite when considering the psychology of a boy who had a crush on a girl, but as the years went on, his mean, teasing behavior slowed and turned more into that of a challenge. Baiting her when assignments were given so she would stress out, thinking she was behind, hinting at completed projects or progress in studying ahead, he enjoyed pushing her and she always wound up coming in even with him. When she started coming out ahead is when he began to push himself. How on earth was he supposed to compete with his partner custode? They were supposed to be working together, weren't they? Realizing he had been staring just a little too long, he smirked in her direction before looking down at his food before continuing the conversation with his table mates.
Ronan is Open
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Female | Terra | Patronus: Rattle Snake | Wand: Fir
Location: Great Hall| Tagged: OPEN
XxxSitting perched on the edge of one of the Terra tables,the young witch gently stroked the top of her cat's coat, who was sitting beside her atop the table. She was a beautiful
black cat with long hair and golden eyes, a stray whom she had picked up the night of her sister's death. Her lungs felt as if they were icing over as she felt her mood darken, and breaths grow short and tight as she stared down at her cat. The memory was too fresh and it sucked her into an abyss that was lonely and so very empty. She was plagued to watch again and again as her sister's life drained from her body and the soul left the plane of existence. Sienna was her twin, her other half, and when she was killed when her family was sent to enact vengeance on a disloyal servant to the dark lord. She and Sienna were supposed to be learning, observing... but things went all wrong. First, her parents were murdered, one of the defectors took the bodies from the scene, and then, her sister was taken from her moments later, and though Breana hadn't been physically injured at all, a part of her had died that night. Her twin was murdered and she only got caught because she gave herself up to save Bree.
XxxThe defectors thought Sienna was alone that night, it didn't take long for them to clear the scene once they had cast her life out. Breanna couldn't leave her sister's side, once she had gotten there. Lowering herself into the mess of wilted leaves that swarmed the cold earth, Bree laid next to her sister, her side aching from the hard ground as she stared at Sienna's glossy eyes cast to the sky. Bree tried to keep her crying as quiet as she could, in fear the defectors would return. Occasionally, Bree would nudge her sister's lifeless body as if she would actually wake up from her endless sleep, but she had grown cold and stiff as death took over her body. Bree removed her hand from her sisters and just laid there until she fell asleep to the cold. She eventually woke to the sound of a loud, thunderous rumble on her chest, it was a black cat. The girl was startled, she felt her heart nearly jump from her chest as her eyes met with the cat's golden orbs.
XxxHad Breanna not always felt a strong connection with animals, she would have thrown the cat off in fear, but something inside her just made her feel like everything was going to be okay. Scooping the cat up from under her armpits, she held her as she sat up before setting the cat on her lap. "Where did you come from," Breanna said quietly, her memory echoing into the present time as she pet her cat with a soft and somber smile. That morning, she had taken the cat, who is now called Nyx, home before reporting to their foster parents what had happened, she and the cat had been inseparable ever since. Breanna knew it wasn't some weird transference of the soul, she wasn't sure if she believed in all of that, but she knew Nyx was looking out for her and so she would too, for Nyx
XxxLong, painted lashes fluttered as if she had awoken from the terrible flashback she often found herself stuck in, for once she was happy to have a professor in her face (open, feel free to put yourself here). The professor was snapping their fingers in her face, trying to get her attention, which was difficult to command to be fair. They reminded her of her not only that she shouldn't be sitting on the tables, regardless if there was food on them yet or not and that her uniform was needing some modification. Unfortunately for the professor, that was exactly her intention. This year, Bree was pushing the envelope on the uniform standards. Bree didn't bother to order a new skirt this year, one that would have been a bit longer to accommodate the length she had grown, so it barely covered her rear, which didn't bother her much, that was after all, what tights and stockings were for, weren't they? Her shirts from the previous year had still fit her from the lack of eating, she had developed a bit more in her bust, but what was one more button, unbuttoned? Her tie had been altered to be about half the width and loosely tied around her neck, falling just to the center of her cleavage. She was, of course, wearing her Terra Robe over top, so who really would have cared? Her Black shoes, however, had been replaced by a comfy but stylish pair of black heels.
XxxBree's eyes rolled as she conceded her place on the tabletop, clicking her tongue to signal Nyx to get down as well. As Bree took her place in an actual seat, Nyx just under her, she smiled innocently up at the professor before they retreated as the headmistress signaled the sorting ceremony was to begin. Things seemed to move faster than usual, before she knew it, Bree was just wishing she could summon up a mimosa to go with her breakfast, but rules were rules.
Breanna is Open
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Female | Aria | Patronus: Fox Terrier | Wand: Rowan | Metamorphmagus
Location: Great Hall| Tagged: OPEN
XxxBright eyes gazed around the room, periodically changing shades of blue and purple as her mood seemed to shift with each passing second. She was delighted to be here, this was her home... but still, she felt so alone. Juniper was slowly growing more attached to the magical world, as her skills and abilities honed in, and the more her father pushed her away, the further she felt from the rest of her family.
Don't use magic around your sisters. Stop being lazy and do your chores like a normal human. Why do you have to be so strange? Her father's words hurt- but it hurt even more than her mother didn't defend her, and that her sisters were probably starting to believe him. This year would be all about creating the life that she wanted. The only trouble was, finding it in herself to be strong enough to last that long.
XxxJuni greeted all of the first years as they came and sat down, trying to be welcoming and inviting, as an upperclassman once did for her. Once everyone was seated, breakfast began, causing the noise to elevate in the room, giving her a slightly heightened sense of anxiety. Reaching up, Juniper pushed her aqua-colored curls back behind her right ear before touching the unicorn pendant on her necklace. Her mother had bought it for her when she heard of the house she was sorted into. Feeling a sense of peace, Juniper dropped her hand back to her utensils and continued eating her breakfast, hoping to keep the negative thoughts at bay.
Juniper is Open