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- OOC First Name
- Katie
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- Mixed Blood
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- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Cypress Wand 10 1/2" Unicorn Hair Core
- Age
- 9/2033 (18)
It was a beautiful September afternoon in New Zealand. Mattyson Harker had just finished her Potions homework, which she found incredibly enjoyable. Potions was by far her favorite class this term, followed closely by Transfiguration. She smiled at the thought of it, knowing that her dad had been a whiz at Potions and her mum had excelled at Transfiguration. The fifth year Gryffindor was doing fairly well in all of her other classes, but didn’t find them quite as enjoyable. She was really looking forward to taking Charms next term. Her aspiration was to become a Healer, just like her grandmother and one day work at St Mungo’s. She knew if she kept her head down and her grades up then she’d be able to accomplish that dream. This was her OWL year so the brunette made sure that she was extra vigilant, more so than she had been in the past.
Feeling a little stiff after being cooped up in the library finishing up homework and still not quite over the homesick feeling she’d been fighting the last few weeks, the green-eyed girl headed to the one place that would make her feel closest to her mother. The Quidditch pitch. Mattyson knew that she’d never play here. She never had any desire to play here, but she also knew that it was the one place that her mother had spent and exuberant amount of time at. And that, in itself, made her feel better. She’d heard stories about the amazing quidditch player that her mother was and all of the ways she’d been an asset to the Gryffindor quidditch team in her time here. The pitch was huge. A giant green field with three hoops at either end of it and loads of stands surrounding, each labeled with the house colors. It was exactly as she’d imagined it would be. The young brunette imagined what the thrill of the game must be like. It had to be a true rush of adrenaline. She’d remembered going to her mum’s games when she’d played for the Wasps in England. It always looked like so much fun, but also such a huge risk physically.
Matty was watching a few students zoom around on brooms, up and down the length of the pitch. She sat down on the lush green grass and pulled out her sketch book and began to doodle around a bit. The Gryffindor hadn’t really made any friends as of yet, which was hard for her because she’d always had a pretty tight circle when she’d attended Beauxbaton’s, although, most of those friends had been because of Schuyler. Really the only person she’d actually had a conversation with was Cyndi, her Head of House and her mother’s oldest living friend. The young lioness hoped her luck would change on that front. Afterall, she was the daughter of Katalina Vanderhol. She was bound to make friends eventually. Right?
Feeling a little stiff after being cooped up in the library finishing up homework and still not quite over the homesick feeling she’d been fighting the last few weeks, the green-eyed girl headed to the one place that would make her feel closest to her mother. The Quidditch pitch. Mattyson knew that she’d never play here. She never had any desire to play here, but she also knew that it was the one place that her mother had spent and exuberant amount of time at. And that, in itself, made her feel better. She’d heard stories about the amazing quidditch player that her mother was and all of the ways she’d been an asset to the Gryffindor quidditch team in her time here. The pitch was huge. A giant green field with three hoops at either end of it and loads of stands surrounding, each labeled with the house colors. It was exactly as she’d imagined it would be. The young brunette imagined what the thrill of the game must be like. It had to be a true rush of adrenaline. She’d remembered going to her mum’s games when she’d played for the Wasps in England. It always looked like so much fun, but also such a huge risk physically.
Matty was watching a few students zoom around on brooms, up and down the length of the pitch. She sat down on the lush green grass and pulled out her sketch book and began to doodle around a bit. The Gryffindor hadn’t really made any friends as of yet, which was hard for her because she’d always had a pretty tight circle when she’d attended Beauxbaton’s, although, most of those friends had been because of Schuyler. Really the only person she’d actually had a conversation with was Cyndi, her Head of House and her mother’s oldest living friend. The young lioness hoped her luck would change on that front. Afterall, she was the daughter of Katalina Vanderhol. She was bound to make friends eventually. Right?
