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| Sneaking up on you in the hallways· Talking way too fast· Full pockets· Constantly drinking tea· Hair never in place· Using everything as bookmarks· Chill on the outside and chaos on the inside· Playing muggle music late at night· Secretly writing love poems· Shakespearian insults· Nervous fidgetting· Ink-stained fingertips· Vivid dreams· Dorms covered in dark blue pens and oversized clothes |
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Appealing attributes ⪧ Her lovely golden-brown eyes, her petite frame and her sense of humour, especially her self-irony. Scent ⪧ She smells like Lily of the Valley, old books and cardamom. Patronus ⪧ Her patronus takes the corporeal form of a silver doe. Boggart ⪧ She is deadly afraid of drowning, so her boggart is her being dragged down deeper and deeper into dark, murky water. Amortentia ⪧ Fawn smells Cedarwood, crisp winter air and old books. The scents remind her of victorious Quidditch games, the dorm rooms, bonfires at the forest's edge, the silhouette of a deer in the moonlight. She thinks of running her fingers through soft ink-black locks, hugs that lift her off of her feet, a boy who grew into a man that she learned to love. Best subject ⪧ Being a true Ravenclaw she exells at most of her classes. Arithmancy is her favourite, though. Worst subject ⪧ History of Magic; Professor Binns' voice lulls her to sleep every. Damn. Time. Pets ⪧ None as she is allergic to cats (they make her sneeze like crazy), and her parents wont allow her to have an owl. |
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|COLOUR|
⋄ She is usually drawn towards teal and seafoam tones, although earthy tones suit her just as well.
|HIDING SPOT|
⋄ If the weather is kind, she very much enjoys sitting by the fountain in the courtyard at Hogwarts. If not, any abandoned windowsill, preferably up high with a view of the castle grounds, will do.
|DISH|
⋄ Her grandmothers chicken and leek pie makes the angels sing.
|ANIMAL|
⋄ The gentle and loving spirit of the elephant have always seemed to capture her. She finds the way they look out for their kin incredibly touching.
|BOOK|
⋄ She goes through books like most people go through underwear, but she keeps coming back to The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.
|SEASON|
⋄ The transitional seasons are the ones she likes best, so spring and autumn alike.
|ICE CREAM FLAVOUR|
⋄ Hazelnut.
|FLOWER|
⋄ French Anemones for their looks, Lemon Verbena and Lilies of the Valley for their scent.
|COUNTRY TO VISIT|
⋄ Currently New Zealand ranks highly on her list; she'd love to go on a roadtrip there someday.
|FRUIT|
⋄ Blackberries, which can be found at the edge of the Forbidden Forest if you know where to look.
|MUSICAL GENRE|
⋄ She is an alternative singer/songwriter kind of girl.
|DRINK|
⋄ Earl Grey tea, no sugar, a splash of milk.
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|TIME OF DAY|
⋄ Sunrise and sunset alike because of the way the lighting changes and paints everything golden for a precious little while.
|SOUND|
⋄ The sound of snow crunching underfoot (as well as the glorious silence that follows everything being covered in snow).
|ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE|
⋄ She has little experience drinking, but favours the taste of gin or beer over any wizarding alcohol available.
|MONTH|
⋄ September or May because of their transitioning qualities (see favourite season).
|GEMSTONE|
⋄ Turquoise, which is her grandmother's birthstone.
|WORD OR PHRASE|
⋄ "And the day I stopped waiting to be ready was the day I finally was."
|ELEMENT|
⋄ Air.
|EYE COLOUR|
⋄ She knows it's stupid and irrational and superficial as hell, and if anyone asked her, she would deny having a preference... But brown eyes.
|SWEET TREAT|
⋄ She has had proper French Éclairs once in her life, yet she cannot seem to be able to forget about them. She even dreamt about them once.
|LANGUAGE|
⋄ She likes the rhythm and the expressiveness of the French language.
|TEXTURE|
⋄ X.
|WEATHER CONDITION|
⋄ Heavy rain as it makes her want to snuggle up in her dormroom with a book and a cup of tea.
|MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE|
⋄ Sphinxes fascinate her an awful lot.
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T H Ex D O E
GENTLE & LOVING The doe is the symbol of innocence and purity, and love and kindness. The amount of grace and strength it takes to go through life is enormous, but the doe always finds a way, and makes it look effortless while doing it. They may seem soft and harmless, but that’s because they don’t let you see all the effort that goes into being who they are. The doe is a soft and innocent patronus to have, and those with it reflect this greatly. They have a comforting, almost maternal way about them, and it can draw many to them, and this can cause them to have many friends and admirers. They are social people, but they are not too strong in this aspect immediately, instead being a bit hesitant before getting to know a person. They can sometimes form impressions of others before truly getting to do this, however, and can become stand-offish to these individuals.
"If I could draw a picture of what was inside me:
A doe breathing in a meadow." ― Paige Ackerson-Kiely |
⟣ LENGTH ⟢
9,7 inches. |
⟣ MATERIALS ⟢
Silver Lime. The slightest amount of brass at the tip. |
⟣ CORE ⟢
A single Wampus Cat whisker, known for its legilimens-qualities. |
⟣ PROPERTIES ⟢
Reasonably pliant. Good at performing non-verbal spells. |