I reserved but never submitted a sheet. Think you could still add in Marisol?

Name: Marisol Pait

House: Ravenclaw

blood status: half,  both parents are half

Personality: fun, creative, extrovert. Very smart, loves learning. Friendly and super self confident. 

Appearance: long dark brown hair, brown eyes, lighter skin, freckles, pretty, wears Luna love good style clothes. 

Personal belongings: cat named Gravy, makeup collection, art supplies.

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Faye blinked lazily, taking in the shafts of early-morning sunlight drifting in through the high, arched windows. She was curled up in an armchair, her book on potions laying wide-open in her lap. She must’ve fallen asleep while reading.

Faye sighed, rubbing her eyes and stretching–first day, and she’d already forgotten to go to sleep. Oh well. She could fix that later.

Classes were a nice transition back to school–Flitwick and Vector were nice, and Arithmancy was fascinating. Potions, however … 

Faye did like Potions–it was just that first of all, Snape was absolutely terrible, and second, the potion fumes were so toxic that Faye felt like fainting every time she entered the classroom.

She felt like fainting now, as she stood in front of her cauldron, partnerless (there were an odd number of people in her class), trying to find wampus hair in the cabinets. What if she couldn’t find wampus hair? Oh god, all her potion projects would go to waste if she couldn’t find wampus hair–

“Are you alright?”

Faye blinked, turning around. A person with ruffled dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a faint smile stood there.

“Oh–sorry, you just seemed kind of, I don’t know, panicked,” the person laughed.

“No, it’s alright,” Faye nodded, “I’m trying to find wampus hair.”

The person frowned. “What’s a wampus?”

“It’s an american cougar, which has powers of legilimency and hypnosis. My mum and I saw them all the time,” Faye explained.

“Hm. I’m Maxie by the way, and you are?”

“Faye.”

“Ah. If you’re American, why do you go here?”

“That’s rude,” their friend hissed, a girl with brown hair and hazel eyes.

“It’s fine, uh–I moved here when I was really little.”

“And you’re a pureblood?”

“Maxie, you can’t just ask people that–”

Faye nodded, and Maxie’s friend choked, coughing violently.

Blinking, Faye glanced over in concern. “Did I do something … ?”

Maxie waved her off. “It’s fine, Maggie is just overdramatic. You wouldn’t happen to be a muggleborn lying about their heritage to avoid prejudice, and taking advantage of MACUSA’s lax standards, would you?”

“Maxie!”

Faye glanced awkwardly between Maxie and Maggie. “... No?”

---

Well, the encounter with the two Hufflepuffs had been weird. And Faye hadn’t even gotten her wampus hairs.

Faye sighed, frowning at her charms homework. She’d never been too good at charms–potions had always been her strong suit. Flitwick was nice enough, but honestly–assigning them cheering charms on the first day? She had found an empty classroom to escape to, to practice (she didn’t feel like bursting into hysterical giggles in front of all her classmates), but after trying for an hour, she still didn’t get it.

Feeling rather silly, Faye pointed her wand at herself. “Laetus,” she mumbled dryly.

Of course, the charm didn’t work, for possibly the seventh time that day. She’d finished her essay but still–

“What charm was that?”

Faye whirled around. Marisol, one of the ravenclaws in her year, leaned against the doorframe of the empty classroom, an eyebrow raised.

“Oh–uh–cheering charm.”

Marisol nodded. “You’re doing it wrong.”

“Well how would you know? You skipped class,” Faye said, a defensive tone creeping into her voice.

“That’s because I got it in the first minute,” Marisol laughed, walking over, “here, let me show you. The wand movement’s a bit of a squiggle, like an S-shape, not a circle.”

Marisol took out her wand, pointing it at Faye.

“Laetus,” Marisol said, bringing her wand through the squiggle-shape.

Immediately, a feeling of glee bubbled up through Faye, spilling over into helpless giggles.

“See?” Marisol grinned, in a self-satisfied tone, “There you go. Good luck!”

With that, Marisol left, shutting the door behind her. Faye frowned for a moment, the remnants of the cheering charm fading away, and then picked up her wand again.

“Laetus,” she said, pointing her wand at herself.

A laugh escaped, the feeling of glee returning, and Faye grinned. It had worked!

“Marisol’s a genius,” Faye said, writing it down in her notebook.

---

Zip bounded down the hallway, ducking under arms and elbowing people out of the way. Where was David?

She finally caught sight of him, chatting with some fifth years in the middle of the hallway. David was the captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team, and arguably the best seeker they’d had in years.

“David!” Zip exclaimed, catching up and tugging on his sleeve, “When’re tryouts?”

David turned around, surprised. “For quidditch?”

“Yes, what else!”

David thought for a moment. “I’m holding them this Friday, at six, before classes.”

Zip grinned. “You can count on me–I’ll show up!”

David waved awkwardly as Zip dashed away again.

Zip was elated–she hadn’t made tryouts last year, because she’d had an accident in potions, but this year, she was going to become a chaser–and a really good one, at that!

Suddenly–

Zip slammed into someone, sending her reeling, and her books and bookbag went flying. She toppled onto the floor, and Zip could hear a crack. She looked down in surprise. Her locket had been cracked in half, a thin fissure running through the center. With a plummeting sensation in her stomach, Zip knew it wouldn’t work anymore.

“My locket!” Zip shrieked.

“Watch where you’re going!” the person she’d crashed into snapped.

Zip glanced up–it was a girl with green eyes and brown hair, that she recognized as the Frances girl. “You’re the one who broke my locket!” she argued, standing up abruptly.

“Which wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t crash into me!”

“You still broke my locket!”

“What, upset because you can’t afford another?!”

“At least my mum’s paying for it, unlike your–”

“Shut up!”

Before she knew it, Zip had drawn her wand, slicing at the girl. 

“Tentaclifors!”

“Diffindo!”

The two spells rebounded in the middle, a shield charm shimmering to life.

“Dueling! In the hallways!”

Zip whirled around, seeing Flitwick standing there angrily.

“My office, now!” he exclaimed, pointing to Zip and Frances.

Oh no.

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This is great! It's like being in an RP but I don't have to put on any effort ^_^ anyway, here's a drawing I did of Moira.

Name:

Hella Ramon

House:

Slytherin

Blood status:

Halfblood

Personality:

Very, very cunning. Tricks people into doing whatever she pleases. 

Appearance:

Short black hair, tan skin, and green eyes. 

Personal belongings (ie. pets/accessories, up to three):

A old copy of Little Woman, her cat, and a locket

---

So Zip and Frances’s dueling had landed them in detention. A week’s worth of detention.

Frances groaned, looking at the windows they had to wipe down, for Filch. “This is all your fault,” she said, glancing at Zip.

“My fault? You’re the one who broke my locket!”

Frances bit back a retort, grabbing the bucket full of water and a towel, and began to scrub the windows so hard she thought they might shatter.

Detention lasted well after dinner, and by the time they were finished, Zip had dashed off, not saying another word. Frances needed to take a shower. And do homework. And feed Munchkin.

With a number of pessimistic thoughts swirling around in her head, Frances trudged up the stairs, stopping at the brass doorknocker.

“The more you take, the more you leave behind. What am I?”

Frances stared, racking her brain. What did–the more she took, the more she left behind?

Think outside the box, think outside the box.

Frances, for the life of her, could not think outside the box.

With nothing else to do, Frances started crying.

---

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but when Frances heard footsteps coming up the tower, she glanced up. It was surely after curfew now.

A girl with short black hair and green eyes turned the corner, stilling as soon as she saw Frances, sitting on the ground.

“Are you, eh, alright?” the girl said, after an awkward pause.

“I don’t know,” Frances said.

“Uh–do you need help getting in?”

Frances nodded.

“The more you take, the more you leave behind. What am I?” the doorknocker repeated.

The black-haired girl thought for a moment. “Footsteps.”

“Correct,” the door said, and swung open.

“Here,” the girl said, stretching out a hand for Frances.

Frances took it, standing up as the girl entered the common room. It took a little too long for Frances’s brain to start working again, and register the color of the girl’s tie.

“Wait–hang on, you’re not even in Ravenclaw!”

---

“Caught,” Hella sighed, turning around to face the crying girl, smirking.

“Why are you even here?” the girl asked.

Hella shrugged airily. “Well if you really must know, I left a book here.”

“Oh. Who are you?”

“Hella Ramon, at your service,” Hella said, bowing sarcastically, “and you are?”

“Frances.”

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, but I really must get going now,” Hella said, and plucked her book off of a table, leaving the door to swing itself shut as she left.

In her opinion, Frances seemed a bit–well–capricious, Hella would say, or indecisive would be a better description, but maybe Frances would change Hella’s mind later on. Maybe.

---

Zip showed up to detention the next day, and had to bite back a scream. Frances hadn’t shown up, leaving her to wipe down the windows on her own.

Frances showed up a couple minutes later, looking very out of breath. Zip glared at her. “Why weren’t you here?”

She looked like she was about to say something, but then shook her head. “Uh–give me your locket.”

“What?”

Frances held out a hand. “I won’t do anything bad. Give me your locket or I’ll hex you.”

“So pushy,” Zip muttered, unclasping the broken locket and dropping it in Frances’s hand, “why?”

Not answering, Frances tapped the locket with her wand, muttering a series of spells. With a shimmer, the locket knitted itself back together, the bronze melding together seamlessly, as if it had never been broken.

“I fixed it,” Frances said, handing it back to Zip.

Zip opened it curiously. It was in perfect condition–not only had Frances fixed the outside, she had also fixed its magical properties as well. “You–you fixed it? Why?”

“I broke it, didn’t I? I should fix it then,” Frances said, shifting uncomfortably, avoiding Zip’s eyes.

Well Zip didn’t know what to say to that.

“Uh–thank you,” Zip said, “You’re not so bad I guess.”

“You, uh, you too.”

---

As soon as Frances returned to her dormitory after detention, she wanted to scream into her pillow. Sadly, all her roommates were asleep, and doing so would surely wake them up. What was that?! ‘You too’? What–how had that been her best response!

Honestly, and threatening to hex Zip if she didn’t give her her locket? Frances seriously needed to figure out how to be convincing without threatening to hex people.

But more importantly–

How was Zip so pretty?!

And confident too, and even though Frances had been rather abrasive during detention, to say the least, Zip had still been so nice–

Frances sighed, jumping out of bed, and carefully making her way down to the common room. She couldn’t sleep. As soon as she turned the corner, she froze, two eyes blinking at her owlishly in the darkness.

Frances opened her mouth to scream.

“Shh, shh, Frances, it’s me, Marisol!”

Frances closed her mouth. Now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she could see the silhouette of Marisol’s features. Honestly, she should’ve recognized her sooner–Marisol had been her potions deskmate for the past two years.

“What–Marisol, what are you doing?” Frances hissed.

“What are you doing?” Marisol countered.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Marisol stared at Frances for a moment longer, before nodding abruptly. “Well there’s no point in hiding it–I was going out to go get some books from the library. The restricted section, specifically.”

“The restricted section?!”

“I think it’s stupid. Knowledge shouldn’t be restricted, at all.”

“And what knowledge are you seeking?”

“Blood magic.”

“Blood magic?”

“It’s not as evil as it sounds, trust me. I’m looking for protection wards and the sort, like the Fidelius charm.”

Frances nodded, though not entirely convinced.

“Hey, actually–” Marisol began, her eyes lighting up, “Why don’t you come with me?!”

---

---

The castle was eerily quiet. Marisol found it exhilarating, adventurous! Judging from the look on Frances’s face, she found it terrifying.

“Here,” Marisol whispered, slipping into the restricted section, “Is there anything you want to get?”

“No,” Frances said, “You’re the one who forced me to come with you.”

Marisol shrugged, tiptoeing around the corner.

A head popped up from behind a stack of books, and Frances let out a small shriek.

It was a girl with long brown hair in braids, and blue eyes that looked green in the lamplight. Marisol didn’t recognize them, but Frances clearly did.

“Hello?” Marisol said tentatively.

“Oh, uh, hi,” the girl said nervously, fiddling with one of her braids.

“Uh–Jenna?” Frances stammered, finally finding words.

“Yep, that’s me,” the girl–Jenna–laughed nervously, “you guys breaking into the restricted section as well?”

“Right on,” Marisol said, snapping, “I’m looking for protection warding books and Frances is here for the adventure. What are you reading?”

Jenna shuffled her feet nervously, her book hidden by her robes. “Er–uh–oh look, what’s that?”

Marisol glanced out the large window.

The castle grounds were dark, and she could see the vague outline of the forbidden forest silhouetted against the night sky. The gamekeeper’s hut sat right on the edge, all the lights off. Well, except for one.

There was a bobbing yellow light, making its way along the edge of the forbidden forest. If Marisol squinted, she thought she could see a person holding it. It disappeared into the forest, swallowed up by the darkness.

As Marisol turned back, she caught a glimpse of Jenna stuffing a book titled ‘The Ritual of Animagi’ into her bookbag.

“What was that?” Frances asked.

“I–uh–I don’t really know,” Jenna mumbled.

“Well we should find out!” Marisol grinned, the spark of an adventure calling to her, “Come on, let’s go see!”

---

The ravenclaw girl–Jenna learned her name was Marisol, had dragged her and Frances out of the library, and raced out into the night without a second thought. Frances seemed rather used to it, and Jenna trailed behind, long shadows stretching out across the ground.

Ducking under a tree branch, Jenna caught her breath.

The forbidden forest was dark, branches thick with leaves casting shadows onto the craggy bark of the tree trunks. Mushrooms popped up underfoot, seeming to glow in the inky black darkness, and small patches of stars popped out between foliage.

“Come on!” Marisol called, “I saw it go this way!” 

Jenna would’ve loved to draw this–her fingers were itching for watercolors and brushes and chinese white paint, but Marisol’s stubbornness won over, and Jenna followed her, deeper into the forest.

After a bit of walking, Jenna was beginning to think that Marisol had no clue what she was doing.

Not paying attention to where she was going, Jenna felt her foot slip on something … squishy.

“Are you okay?” Frances asked, turning around to help.

Jenna sat up, dusting off her robes, and she realized her hands were wet, with a dark liquid smeared across. Jenna looked down.

It was a dead chicken.

Jenna screamed, scrambling back, twigs and leaves poking into her hands, her heart racing.

What was that?!

“Oh my–what’s wrong?!” Marisol exclaimed, hurrying over.

She caught sight of the dead chicken, and her eyes widened. “What’s that doing here??” Frances said, more puzzled than scared.

“I don’t know,” Marisol said grimly, “but it can’t be good.”

“C-can we go back?” Jenna stammered, shaken from the sight of the dead chicken.

Marisol glanced back and forth between Jenna and Frances, and then nodded resolutely. “Let’s go back.”

---

Maxie’s first Care of Magical Creatures class was perfectly, absolutely ordinary. Eric Edric was probably the most boring man they’d ever met–he was certainly not a vampire, but he was a bad teacher, and Maggie was the only source of entertainment. They started off with flobberworms, and Maxie had started playing tic-tac-toe with Maggie under the tables.

Defense against the Dark arts was–er–interesting. Ms. Mal was a dark-haired woman, that spoke very little, and had dark, beady eyes. She assigned them to read half the textbook in the first class, and did nothing else.

So it wasn’t interesting, per say, just rather boring but in a unique way.

“She doesn’t even teach anything,” Maxie sighed.

They and Maggie were sitting out on the lawn overlooking the black lake, their textbooks and quills pushed to the side to enjoy the last of the fading sunlight. 

“Who?” a voice asked.

Maxie turned around, and immediately felt a flash of dislike. Moira had just sat down on the grass.

“Ms. Mal, the new DADA teacher,” Maggie said, “I almost prefer Eric Edric because at least he doesn’t give us so much homework.”

“Eh–Eric Edric? Is that a real name?”

“Oh, I forgot you weren’t taking magical creatures,” Maggie laughed, “he’s the teacher, and yes, that’s his actual name.”

Moira nodded, fiddling with a twig. “Wow. Well, my Runes professor is called ‘Bathsheda Babbling’. I wouldn’t trust someone called ‘Babbling’ to teach me ancient runes any day, and yet–”

“Nobody asked,” Maxie said, shrugging artfully, “and anyways, he did assign homework–we have to write an essay on the uses of flobberworms.”

The twig Moira was fiddling with snapped in half.

Maxie glanced over, to see Moira stand up abruptly. “If you’re just going to be rude, I have no business here then,” Moira snapped.

She turned on her heel, storming away across the lawn.

Maggie sighed. “Couldn’t you have at least tried to be nice?”

“I don’t like her,” Maxie said.

“If you say so,” Maggie mumbled, and then raising her voice, “do you want to visit the house elves? I heard they needed some help.”

“The house elves? What did they need help with?”

“They have brandy going missing or something. Not too sure.”

Maxie nodded, the two of them sweeping up their study materials. They had a sinking feeling that this conversation wasn’t quite over–but that was something to deal with later.