- Joined December 2016
- Member of Slytherin
- 0 House Points
- 1st Year
United States
Backstory
Name ⇢ Alyssa ("Uh-LIH-suh")
Nickname ⇢ Ali ("AL-ee")
D.O.B ⇢ July 31
Gender ⇢ cis-female
Pronouns ⇢ she/her
Sexuality ⇢ biromantic asexual (bi-ro/ace)
Blood status ⇢ muggleborn
Hogwarts house ⇢ Slytherin
Wand ⇢ larch wood with a dragon heartstring core, 9 and ¾ inch, unyielding flexibility
Patronus ⇢ hedgehog
Favorite subject(s) ⇢ Potions & Herbology
Name ⇢ Benny
Nicknames ⇢ Boogie, Oogs, Foofy, Foofs, Stinky
Gender ⇢ male
Breed ⇢ grey & white domestic longhair
Traits ⇢ resourceful, protective, loyal, cuddly
Positive attributes ⇢ inquisitive, precise, calculated, determined, thoughtful, loyal
Negative attributes ⇢ insecure, defensive, presumptuous, holds grudges
Complexion ⇢ fair-porcelain, dusted in tan freckles along the tip of her nose and high points of her cheekbones; undereye circles with a purplish-brown cast
Irises ⇢ medium ivory green, flecked with hazel markings along the border of her pupils
Hair ⇢ mid-back length, medium ash brown, with wavy texture; neatly combed and maintained, often left down or pulled back into a sleek bun or low ponytail
Uniform composition ⇢ undoes the first two buttons of her overshirt and loosens her tie for breathability, but otherwise follows dress code regarding undergarments, trousers/skirts, etc.
Casual wardrobe ⇢ varsity jackets, oversized sweatshirts, cable-knit cardigans, wool sweaters, flannels, flounce-sleeved blouses, conservative v-necks, cold-shoulder/off-shoulder tops, lacey camisoles, cuffed straight-leg jeans, high-waisted flare pants, skater skirts, bell-sleeved dresses with low necklines, rompers, ballet flats, Mary Janes, pumps, peacoats, and lightweight trench coats; minimalist jewelry and time pieces
Color palette ⇢ pastels, neutrals, and earthy tones, with few detailings in maroon or navy blue
On the maternal side of her family, a long lineage of seers and mystics preceded Alyssa. They were each born with the divine gift of enchantment and healing, passed down through every other generation. It seemed to have stopped with her great-grandmother—until its power manifested into her own hands at the humble age of 6.
By age 8, Alyssa taught herself a handful of basic practices through the family grimoire (or compendium of magic). Her mother told her she was meant for great things; she was destined to make her ancestors proud.
Before she knew it, Alyssa turned 11. Though discouragingly, her acceptance letter hadn't arrived. Her parents reassured her it'd be delivered in due time, but the deadline was fast approaching. She doubted they were right.
Another day passed as she holed up inside of her room.
She woke in the late afternoon to the sound of rapping on her door. Her father's voice spoke from the other side, beckoning her to follow him to the downstairs study. She stretched, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and took down the hall after him.
He guided her to his desk, since freshly cleared of its usual mound of paperwork. "I have something to show you," he said.
He placed a thin, square-shaped piece of construction paper on the surface and started to fold. He intermittently turned and maneuvered the page, forming creases with methodical approach until all that was left in its place was a small origami butterfly.
"It's beautiful," Alyssa noted. "But why?"
He smiled warmly, holding both of her hands in front of her.
"Think of the butterfly as a symbol," he said, "Of how a guide can help to learn, but perseverance is the key to understand." He nested the origami piece into her palms, wrapping her fingers over it. "No matter what, you'll find your magic. Remember that."
His weary eyes peered at her in such hope... She didn't have the heart to protest.
"Okay," she vowed. "I will."
Two days later, Alyssa returned to her room from breakfast. She startled at the sight of a horned owl precariously perched on her windowsill. Clamped in its beak was a sealed envelope, addressed in large, legible calligraphy to Alyssa Ayers. Her.
She threw up the sash. Cautious of the creature, she warily accepted its delivery. It cawed and, in a spread of wide wings, swooped up into the sky. As it disappeared into the clouds overhead, she broke the seal on the envelope. And screamed.
✉︎
"Dear Ms. Ayers,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
