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- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single (Not Looking)
- Wand
- Curly 13" Rigid Pine Wand, Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 20 (21/9/2043)
((shouldn't you get on replies, I remind myself as I post new threads anyway. should be later in the month but...inspiration.))
Aine was thankful she had some sort of technical family in the wizarding world. Not by blood, really, but Violet was kind of like the cool aunt she'd always wanted (not like her actual aunts, who were busy talking about home renovations and town gossip). And even though Noah was busy with ministry stuff and the pub, he'd always take time to chat and ask her questions about what she thought, especially about the muggle/magical divide. And he didn't even mind if she swore in her responses. They'd banded together to get her a small cake for her birthday, apparently made by the Florean Fortescue's owner and carefully packaged to arrive on time. Magic was good for some things, she had to admit. Her parents and siblings couldn't really send her anything. At least they'd indulged her desire for more books, and her mum and eldest sister had dragged her shopping when she'd offhand mentioned that they had dances in order to get her something to wear. It was funny, really, how it was only when the differences became far more stark between her and her family that this somehow brought them closer. Though it was probably more the age and behaviour. She'd never been the model child and kind of a disappointment, and yet now as a witch she was closer to being exactly the type of daughter that they'd wanted. At least her wizard "family" didn't make her ponder too much.
She'd only been back at school for a short while, but Aine was feeling a bit overwhelmed. Still, she reasoned, probably better that than bored. She knew she already had a bunch of work she should be doing, and she also knew she shouldn't be up on the cliffs, but she wanted to enjoy the fresh air and indulge herself for a moment. Fourteen felt weirdly monumental without actually being meaningful in the slightest. If anything, thirteen was the bigger milestone, or seventeen or eighteen. Aine stayed away from the edge, at least, looking down over the lake and letting the mix of chocolate and raspberry melt on her tongue. Things were difficult, but she'd get through this. She was doing terribly at the whole making friends thing, but at least she wasn't entirely alone.
Aine was thankful she had some sort of technical family in the wizarding world. Not by blood, really, but Violet was kind of like the cool aunt she'd always wanted (not like her actual aunts, who were busy talking about home renovations and town gossip). And even though Noah was busy with ministry stuff and the pub, he'd always take time to chat and ask her questions about what she thought, especially about the muggle/magical divide. And he didn't even mind if she swore in her responses. They'd banded together to get her a small cake for her birthday, apparently made by the Florean Fortescue's owner and carefully packaged to arrive on time. Magic was good for some things, she had to admit. Her parents and siblings couldn't really send her anything. At least they'd indulged her desire for more books, and her mum and eldest sister had dragged her shopping when she'd offhand mentioned that they had dances in order to get her something to wear. It was funny, really, how it was only when the differences became far more stark between her and her family that this somehow brought them closer. Though it was probably more the age and behaviour. She'd never been the model child and kind of a disappointment, and yet now as a witch she was closer to being exactly the type of daughter that they'd wanted. At least her wizard "family" didn't make her ponder too much.
She'd only been back at school for a short while, but Aine was feeling a bit overwhelmed. Still, she reasoned, probably better that than bored. She knew she already had a bunch of work she should be doing, and she also knew she shouldn't be up on the cliffs, but she wanted to enjoy the fresh air and indulge herself for a moment. Fourteen felt weirdly monumental without actually being meaningful in the slightest. If anything, thirteen was the bigger milestone, or seventeen or eighteen. Aine stayed away from the edge, at least, looking down over the lake and letting the mix of chocolate and raspberry melt on her tongue. Things were difficult, but she'd get through this. She was doing terribly at the whole making friends thing, but at least she wasn't entirely alone.