Go into your new world admitting that you know nothing, willing to love everyone, and ready to change the world.
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I handed over the 10 sickles for a self inking quill.
"Look Lorn! I have been waiting for these to be more readily available!" I pushed the leather box in his face.
He laughed, "out of everything you can buy in Weasley Wizard Weezes, you want a quill!"
I blushed, "Oh Lorn you are so right!" Totally embarrassed. "Well, What are you gettting?"
"Peruvian Instant darkness powder!!" He grinned. Flashing those amazingly white teeth at me.
I laughed. "Oh, you would!!" I grabbed his hand and lead him out to madame Malkins. The music and laughter died away the further we walked down the crowded streets. I passed Olivander's. Of course Olivander was too old to run his own shop now, but the wands were still the best. The amazing array of colors in the wizarding world never ceased to surprise me. Purples, Yellows, Blues, and Greens. But the robes!! They were centuries old. "I hate school robes! Wearing the same thing as everyone else!!"
"That makes it easy for me!"
"Yeah you can just pick up the same crumpled clothed off your floor every day!!" We both laughed and the bell chimed as we entered the store.
As we walked into the store we saw that blonde Slytherin Qudditch player. He spat at us as we walked by.
I spat back, " Oh I'm sorry my half blood status is ruining your pure blood store. Or do you forget that The Boy Who Lived was half blood too?"
He glared at me, and I pulled Lorn around the corner hiding us from that blonde reptile by rows of blue and silver.
"You know I'll pay for that on the field, Slytherins never play fair."
"Yeah," I smiled, "They also rarely win."
"They win more than Hufflepuff" Lorn retorted. And once again we started laughing.
We both got measured for robes in turn. Then I sent Lorn away so I could make some... Improvements to mine. Madame Malkins Niece and I were fairly close, her working in the closest thing to fashion in this magical world. I walked over to the counter,
"Hey can I get a spool of yellow, marron, and baby blue?"
" Yeah, do you want me to attach the patterns with magic."
" Oh no. I'll do it myself thanks. Mind if I sit over there for a while?" She nodded. I went to the farthest back corner and started to em-border my robes. I even brought a few patches from home. A quddtich patch, a ministry patch and one that had a picture of the Diadem on it. I find sewing very soothing. The steady progress, guiding the needle in and out of the fabric, I often times become lost in it. Everything else fades into the background....
.......................
"Look Lorn! I have been waiting for these to be more readily available!" I pushed the leather box in his face.
He laughed, "out of everything you can buy in Weasley Wizard Weezes, you want a quill!"
I blushed, "Oh Lorn you are so right!" Totally embarrassed. "Well, What are you gettting?"
"Peruvian Instant darkness powder!!" He grinned. Flashing those amazingly white teeth at me.
I laughed. "Oh, you would!!" I grabbed his hand and lead him out to madame Malkins. The music and laughter died away the further we walked down the crowded streets. I passed Olivander's. Of course Olivander was too old to run his own shop now, but the wands were still the best. The amazing array of colors in the wizarding world never ceased to surprise me. Purples, Yellows, Blues, and Greens. But the robes!! They were centuries old. "I hate school robes! Wearing the same thing as everyone else!!"
"That makes it easy for me!"
"Yeah you can just pick up the same crumpled clothed off your floor every day!!" We both laughed and the bell chimed as we entered the store.
As we walked into the store we saw that blonde Slytherin Qudditch player. He spat at us as we walked by.
I spat back, " Oh I'm sorry my half blood status is ruining your pure blood store. Or do you forget that The Boy Who Lived was half blood too?"
He glared at me, and I pulled Lorn around the corner hiding us from that blonde reptile by rows of blue and silver.
"You know I'll pay for that on the field, Slytherins never play fair."
"Yeah," I smiled, "They also rarely win."
"They win more than Hufflepuff" Lorn retorted. And once again we started laughing.
We both got measured for robes in turn. Then I sent Lorn away so I could make some... Improvements to mine. Madame Malkins Niece and I were fairly close, her working in the closest thing to fashion in this magical world. I walked over to the counter,
"Hey can I get a spool of yellow, marron, and baby blue?"
" Yeah, do you want me to attach the patterns with magic."
" Oh no. I'll do it myself thanks. Mind if I sit over there for a while?" She nodded. I went to the farthest back corner and started to em-border my robes. I even brought a few patches from home. A quddtich patch, a ministry patch and one that had a picture of the Diadem on it. I find sewing very soothing. The steady progress, guiding the needle in and out of the fabric, I often times become lost in it. Everything else fades into the background....
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Name: Sophia Noam
Nicknames: Sophie, Fashionista, Long Legs
Blood Status: Half Blood
Parents Name/House: Her Grandmother was the sister of Xenophilius Lovegood who married American Conrad Noam. Ravenclaw
Wand: Willow, with a Unicorn Hair Core, 14In
Pet: A mouse named Chanel
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
House: Ravenclaw
Birthday: May 12
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 130 Lbs
Eyes: Green (Known to change)
Hair: Dark Brown, or Black.
Skin: Dark :)
Personality: If you catch Sophie on a good day, she is full of energy, and she seems to radiate. She has almost a photographic memory, and remembers almost everything she reads. She's not quite, but she isn't shy either. Approach her and she'll jump at the chance to get to know you. Sophie Holds grudges however, break a promise, or be over 5 min late and you can say adieu. She's also not the most willing to try new things (For example, new foods, sports,new music.
Patronus: Blue Jay
Boggart: Professor Flitwick Lighting the library on fire.
Likes:
Transfiguration
Potions
Muggle Fashions
Vintage Clothes
Audrey Hepburn Movies
The History of Wandlore
Watching Quidditch
Reading
Dancing
The Smell of Rain
Dislikes:
Tardiness
When people ask stupid questions
Body Piercings
Spitting
Her Great Uncle Xenophilius
Too many sequins
Not ironing your hogwarts uniform
Actually Being wet...
Kissing with tongue.... Ew.
History:
Born in America, Raised as a muggle until she received her letter at eleven. Her family then moved to England so she could attend Hogwarts. She then grabbed every piece of literature on magic. Her favorites being the tales of the Animagi. She loves her cousins Lorcan and Lysander Scamander, though they are a bit odd. She's never had too many girlfriends. Her best friend is her mother. Together the frequent the Ballet and the Theater.
Story:
If you were to stand in the center of the little hometown qudditch pitch and look into the mess of bleachers, you could barely make out a tuft of red hair. Head bent over her sketches, Sophie, was designing a new line of witches clothing. That was not the only reason she had come out into hot weather. She wanted to catch a glimpse of the main players of the little country team. She looked up to see her cousin Lorcan waving to her. She put her pencil down, and thought..
Lets see,
A picture of her family tree flew into her mind,
My Grandmother is his great aunt, which to her chagrin meant that he was too closely related for her to find him attractive.. not that that ever stopped her.
Ever....
If anything the Idea of something that was forbidden made it more appealing.
Sophie bounced to her feet, winked at the on looking team and started the walk back towards her house. She pulled out the complete index of known wand cores and started to read as her feet navigated over the friendly soft ground. As she read She was so surprised to think that there were so few known cores. While she lived in America she had discovered more, though the English wandmakers find them too unstable. That's America for you.
She walked past the burrow waving at her, now familiar, neighbors. She walked on, past her rather bonkers Uncle's house, and though again of Lorcan.
"Soph, SOPHIE!!"
Turning Sophie's heart jumped to see her cousin running after her. Speak of the devil.
"Lorn! Is the game over already?" Her faced flushed, as she realized of course it wasn't. He must have left to follow her home, the thought made her a little dizzy.
He avoided the question, "So what are you memorizing today?" He grabbed the book out of her hands. She playfully jumped after it. Lorcan suddenly took off, shaking her head Sophie ran after his golden head.
Nicknames: Sophie, Fashionista, Long Legs
Blood Status: Half Blood
Parents Name/House: Her Grandmother was the sister of Xenophilius Lovegood who married American Conrad Noam. Ravenclaw
Wand: Willow, with a Unicorn Hair Core, 14In
Pet: A mouse named Chanel
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
House: Ravenclaw
Birthday: May 12
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 130 Lbs
Eyes: Green (Known to change)
Hair: Dark Brown, or Black.
Skin: Dark :)
Personality: If you catch Sophie on a good day, she is full of energy, and she seems to radiate. She has almost a photographic memory, and remembers almost everything she reads. She's not quite, but she isn't shy either. Approach her and she'll jump at the chance to get to know you. Sophie Holds grudges however, break a promise, or be over 5 min late and you can say adieu. She's also not the most willing to try new things (For example, new foods, sports,new music.
Patronus: Blue Jay
Boggart: Professor Flitwick Lighting the library on fire.
Likes:
Transfiguration
Potions
Muggle Fashions
Vintage Clothes
Audrey Hepburn Movies
The History of Wandlore
Watching Quidditch
Reading
Dancing
The Smell of Rain
Dislikes:
Tardiness
When people ask stupid questions
Body Piercings
Spitting
Her Great Uncle Xenophilius
Too many sequins
Not ironing your hogwarts uniform
Actually Being wet...
Kissing with tongue.... Ew.
History:
Born in America, Raised as a muggle until she received her letter at eleven. Her family then moved to England so she could attend Hogwarts. She then grabbed every piece of literature on magic. Her favorites being the tales of the Animagi. She loves her cousins Lorcan and Lysander Scamander, though they are a bit odd. She's never had too many girlfriends. Her best friend is her mother. Together the frequent the Ballet and the Theater.
Story:
If you were to stand in the center of the little hometown qudditch pitch and look into the mess of bleachers, you could barely make out a tuft of red hair. Head bent over her sketches, Sophie, was designing a new line of witches clothing. That was not the only reason she had come out into hot weather. She wanted to catch a glimpse of the main players of the little country team. She looked up to see her cousin Lorcan waving to her. She put her pencil down, and thought..
Lets see,
A picture of her family tree flew into her mind,
My Grandmother is his great aunt, which to her chagrin meant that he was too closely related for her to find him attractive.. not that that ever stopped her.
Ever....
If anything the Idea of something that was forbidden made it more appealing.
Sophie bounced to her feet, winked at the on looking team and started the walk back towards her house. She pulled out the complete index of known wand cores and started to read as her feet navigated over the friendly soft ground. As she read She was so surprised to think that there were so few known cores. While she lived in America she had discovered more, though the English wandmakers find them too unstable. That's America for you.
She walked past the burrow waving at her, now familiar, neighbors. She walked on, past her rather bonkers Uncle's house, and though again of Lorcan.
"Soph, SOPHIE!!"
Turning Sophie's heart jumped to see her cousin running after her. Speak of the devil.
"Lorn! Is the game over already?" Her faced flushed, as she realized of course it wasn't. He must have left to follow her home, the thought made her a little dizzy.
He avoided the question, "So what are you memorizing today?" He grabbed the book out of her hands. She playfully jumped after it. Lorcan suddenly took off, shaking her head Sophie ran after his golden head.
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