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- OOC First Name
- Ana
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Curly 11.5'' Sturdy Elm Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 20
Celia didn't believe in counting her chickens before they hatched, but it was May, and unless something went terribly wrong, she would almost assuredly be spending the next four years of her life at Columbia. It was oddly terrifying to be so close to something she'd spent nearly half her life wanting, and even though she had definitely been strutting around the castle this semester with a rather smug air about her, Celia had refrained from telling most people about her acceptance for fear that she would somehow jinx it. There was one person who absolutely deserved to know, however, and it was Professor Corrins.
Celia knew she had earned her admission through her own hard work. She also knew that the process would've been infinitely more difficult without Professor Corrins' help. There was the recommendation letter, of course, but the professor had supported her in myriad other ways as well. She had given Celia countless hours of extra tutoring, bought stacks of books to supplement her learning, and opened up her office as a quiet place to study. She had charmed mannequins for her Quidditch practices, taught her spells for the dueling tournament, and given her inside information about the school that had informed her Monthly columns. She had listened to Celia — really listened to her — and talked freely about her own life without ever prying into Celia's. And of course, she had poured many, many cups of tea.
Kindness was a rarity in Celia's life, and she knew she would never be able to reciprocate Professor Corrins' generosity to the same degree. But she could at least acknowledge it. She had picked out a gift for the professor a while back, and it had finally arrived by owl a couple days ago. After wrapping it in pretty paper, Celia had tucked it into a gift bag, which she carried now in one hand. With the other, she knocked on Professor Corrins' office door for quite possibly the last time.
Celia knew she had earned her admission through her own hard work. She also knew that the process would've been infinitely more difficult without Professor Corrins' help. There was the recommendation letter, of course, but the professor had supported her in myriad other ways as well. She had given Celia countless hours of extra tutoring, bought stacks of books to supplement her learning, and opened up her office as a quiet place to study. She had charmed mannequins for her Quidditch practices, taught her spells for the dueling tournament, and given her inside information about the school that had informed her Monthly columns. She had listened to Celia — really listened to her — and talked freely about her own life without ever prying into Celia's. And of course, she had poured many, many cups of tea.
Kindness was a rarity in Celia's life, and she knew she would never be able to reciprocate Professor Corrins' generosity to the same degree. But she could at least acknowledge it. She had picked out a gift for the professor a while back, and it had finally arrived by owl a couple days ago. After wrapping it in pretty paper, Celia had tucked it into a gift bag, which she carried now in one hand. With the other, she knocked on Professor Corrins' office door for quite possibly the last time.