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Twyla nodded as she listened to Ainsley speak. "I think you can grow anything you want here! Like...flowers and herbs and magical plants!" She shrugged. "I haven't learned about herbology yet. It would be awfully nice to, though." Once again, Twyla was in a position where she desired help but...

Miya's giggle was actually sort of a nice sound, but not nice enough to cheer Twyla up. Especially after the other girl's question, which Twyla could tell was a proper question this time. "No," she said bluntly. "Everyone I wanted to go with already had a partner." She crossed her arms and...

"Oh," Twyla said, a tinge of disappointment in her voice. "That's okay, I'm sure I'll like it anyway. As long as we don't grow anything prettier than I am." Her hands ripped off a leaf from a nearby plant, and she began toying with it between her fingers as she spoke. Then she smiled, almost...

Twyla was taken aback by Miya's statement. Or was it a question? She could never really tell with this girl. "Um. Yes it is. Were you just waiting out here all night like some kind of..." Twyla gave Miya's dress a look, her eyes pointing out the strange flower-egg design. "...shrinking violet or...

Even though her incident at the punch bowl had ended more or less peacefully, Twyla's upset feelings about it boiled up in full force as soon as she was out of the Great Hall itself. By the time the doors swung shut behind her, she was already pacing about with a grumpy pout on her face. The...

The other girl seemed like she was insecure about talking, but Twyla figured she was just shy or something. "Oh, I'm sure it'll be better when we're not in school anymore," Twyla said, something she'd hoped herself a few times. "I'm sure grown-ups don't have as many rules as we do, you know?"...

Set before the Punch Bowl Incident, because I wanted to get an arrival post in for Twyla before the forum closes. After what must've been an hour of preparation and getting her makeup and dress ready, with which Twyla was still so grateful to Anabelle for helping, Twyla was finally able to burst...

Twyla tried to act like she wasn't offended by Lyra ignoring her apology, putting on a happier and more polite face instead. "I'm Twyla Rothery, sir. Slytherin House. Is that okay?" While it was easy for her to get into fights with other students, she always did her best to make authority...

"Nice to meet you, Ainsley!" Twyla smiled as Ainsley shook her hand. "I used to have a magic kit back home. You know, those magician things with the cape and the hat? But those magic tricks are nothing like real spells." She wasn't sure if she should mention the part where she'd accidentally...

Twyla's eyes went gratefully wide as her dress and the other's were magically cleaned up in an instant. She stood up and leaned against the table, one hand awkwardly cradling the back of her neck. "...just first year stress, Professor..." she mumbled at him before turning to the girl. "It was an...

Twyla looked up at the boy who'd come to her defense. A Slytherin of her year! She smiled through her pout at him. "I didn't know she was there, I just bumped into her by accident." His reprimanding of the girl she'd bumped into made another giggle temporarily replace her pout. She watched the...

I've just been posting her in response to others' threads so far. I did want her to have a thread of her own starting from when she first arrives at the Ball, though, but I'm half-waiting for some responses from Donna in a thread between Twyla and Donna's Annabelle before I go ahead with that...

He sounds cute! As Twyla grew up in the muggle world, she'd be excited to hear about the magical one. Twyla is a bit brash, but she tries to scale it back with people who are nice to her. They could meet during the Yule Ball, or perhaps some other time?

Twyla gave an overdramatic gasp as her drink spilled all over her hand and the front of her dress. "How could you! I said I was sorry, you know." Her face went from a glare to a ridiculous pout as the other girl turned away from her. "I just wanted a drink and to say hi...hmph!" She got another...

I hope so! I'm mainly just on the fence about Twyla's father and her parents' names in general. Can't decide on her father's name and her mother's birth name is French and is basically a French version of Twyla's English surname, so that's a bit weird. But there are ways around that. I'd love...

Twyla couldn't help but giggle at the mess she'd accidentally made, even though she probably shouldn't have. The girl's dress had ended up a mess because of her, after all. But at least it wasn't her own dress that had punch spilled on it, right? Her last comment replaced Twyla's giggle with...

I'm not sure about the extent of the plot myself at the moment! I know that Twyla's mother is a squib from a magical family that alienated her, but she's kept it secret from Twyla and Twyla's father. So what I wanted to do was have Twyla find out what squibs are, either during her school year or...

Twyla pulled away from the girl to give her a little more space, swinging her legs under her in a cross to sit more comfortably. As the girl took the book back, Twyla's interest was drawn by her mention about magic parents. "Oh, are your parents muggles? Mine too! I didn't even know real magic...

While Twyla had trouble taking her eyes off all the decorations in the Great Hall, all the preparations and dancing she'd already done had worked up a big thirst for her. Luckily, there was a punch table she could meander toward! On her way there, she got distracted by a floating decoration, her...

Okay so ever since I created Twyla, I've had this character arc in mind to play out with her. In it, she discovers why she's magical when her parents are muggles, and why her mother reacted so poorly to her receiving the Hogwarts letter (as per Twyla's backstory). It wouldn't really affect much...