[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
"Professor Flitwick, I've recently decided to start generally... Investigating Hogwarts (Internally: IT' SO COOL!), and I was wondering how I might be able to talk to the Sorting Hat, as I'm hoping it might be able to share some interesting information, or even just an interesting conversation with someone with a unique perspective."
Or some other teacher. Whomever IC the main character thinks best to approach.
The the nice thing here is that while this is deceptive, it is also true, and totally an ok thing to be asking for, also, if we get a reputation for "clever, well mannered student likes investigating hogwarts" we'll have an awesome cover for if we get caught by (reasonable) teachers doing odd things, you know, in pursuit of our nafariius scheme to... Invistigate hogwarts.
Huh. It's weird not having a reason for our main activities to be secret. I mean, investigating a memory discrepancy should always be kept private in case of hostile action (or appearing to be mad) but there's nothing actually wrong with it
@Tabula Rasa is the below idea ok, or is it me trying to stick to separate actions together in one vote? That tends to be one of my habits :/
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
-[X] Of course there is another source of information, that might have dodged any mass memory spells - the Sorting Hat, people were effected, ghosts and paintings (and possibly house elves) might have been effected, but there is a greater chance an intelligent object might not have fit the parameters of the memory magic, due to being overlooked. Ask Prof. Flitwick if you can talk to them somehow, general interest about hogwarts, ect.
I see those as two different votes. Both are ok separate from each other.
Just want you to decide for the first approach to this riddle. You don't need to lay out everything, but I will take into consideration all that you guys say and uncover by yourselfs.
I see those as two different votes. Both are ok separate from each other.
Just want you to decide for the first approach to this riddle. You don't need to lay out everything, but I will take into consideration all that you guys say and uncover by yourselfs.
Does the MC have cultural knowledge of Pensives? This is for later on when (if it goes this way) if we need to show this, we can share our memory of our memory.
Also, as a forgetful person, I need to ask; does the MC think that there is a chance of him forgetting any information he has from the memory of the memory?
On a related note, does the MC have a plan for taking down notes in a diary JOURNAL! NON-SAPIENT JOURNAL! In case there is a "Dr Who-esque Silence" memory deletion effect that kicks in on secondary information stored in the mind, but slowly? (why yes, I am overthinking this, it's fun ).
And does the MC know any privacy spells for a book? Say have his class notebook that can be changed to a "hidden" journal with a tap of his wand or a password (or thinking a password while touching the book) and then changed back when not in use?
Edit:
You were sitting in class again, looking around like you always did. Everyone was smaller than you were used to. Everything was blurry, as if you were just remembering, not experiencing. You looked up to see Professor McGonagall teach you the first transfiguration that you had ever learned. It had been your first month at Hogwarts
Not actually a big deal, or useful, but we have an exact date for when the MC's memory is from. I like this
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
-[X] Of course there is another source of information, that might have dodged any mass memory spells - the Sorting Hat, people were effected, ghosts and paintings (and possibly house elves) might have been effected, but there is a greater chance an intelligent object might not have fit the parameters of the memory magic, due to being overlooked. Ask Prof. Flitwick if you can talk to them somehow, general interest about hogwarts, ect.
For the people that like to number crunch, I did the math. We can get to A- on several of our skills if we grind them consistently by the end of the year with our current stats.
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
There is something curious about the whereabouts of Sally Anne and something horrifying if she turned out to be an obscurus that every denizen of Hogwarts was forced to forget her very existence while the castle dealt with her. But, that would be the worst case scenario of what would happen.
[X] Evidence Matters - Students get photographed, paper records exist. Look for the student yearbook and match each Hufflepuff first year for your batch to a name. Then do it again for the second year, and the third. While you're at it, ask Nally if she can show you where the submitted old homework are stored. You want to reference a class from your first year. Its nagging at you.
Present Date: 13th September 1993
Current Wand: Fagus wood, Phoenix feather core
The riddle of the missing Hufflepuff was your only companion over the weekend. But before you had thought of your next step, Monday had arrived somehow and with the new week classes came around again.
You tried your best to focus but you knew that it had always been one of your weaknesses that you got distracted too easily. Your attention was brickle and weak, directly subordinated to whatever your curiosity found the most interesting… even if it was a rather odd-looking cloud.
Who are you Sally-Anne?
No one answered your inquiry. No one heard it.
The school day passed with you none the wiser and left you stranded in the common room that was so intricately decorated to sport enough shades of blue as to drown an entire ocean in it.
You were sitting in an armchair near the windows, trying to work yourself through your schoolbooks to be comfortably ahead again and not needing to get yourself to actually listen to what the teachers were saying in class. It was the easiest way to not fall behind without having to combat your short attention span for uninteresting things.
The Kappa resembles a scale-covered monkey with webbed hands and a water-filled depression atop its head. The water in this hollow is the source of the creature's strength.
Kappas feed on the blood of humans, strangling anyone unlucky enough to wade into their ponds or rivers. One can protect and appease a Kappa by throwing a cucumber inscribed with that person's name; however, if they can trick it into bowing, the water in its head will spill out, weakening it. They live in shallow water, mainly in Japan, rarely on the mainland in Mongolia or China.
"Jacob", a voice said, taking you out of your readings. You looked up, but it took a second to see who was calling your name. The blonde locks were the first thing about him that you detected.
"Jacob, are you listening?" Anthony Goldstein tried again, as if he had been calling out for you for a while now.
"Huh?" you asked with your usual eloquence. Behind Anthony you could see Michael Corner, Terry Boots, Padma Patil and Sue Li. Half of the Ravenclaw's in your year had gathered up near the entrance to the Common Room and they all looked dressed as if to head out.
"We want to go and watch the Ravenclaw Quidditch Tryouts", Anthony said, walking up to you. From your place it was easy to see the faces of everyone in the group and just as easy to see what they thought of Anthony bringing everything to a halt to ask you to join them.
There were those that looked like they actually wanted you to join. Terry and Padma were smiling at you as inviting as they possibly could. Then there was Sue Li. The Asian girl wasn't even looking at you, choosing to open the entrance as if just waiting to exit the Common Room. She didn't care if you went, but she didn't want to wait any longer.
It was understandable. You had never put much effort into interacting with your classmates. Sometimes it surprised you that they even knew your name.
But then there was Michael Corner. His smile was the brightest and the most welcoming. Had you not observed him for two years, you would have fallen for that empty smile. He didn't like you and didn't want to be seen with you. The only reason why he didn't protest was because he didn't want to go against the popular guys in the room.
"Thanks Anthony," you said instead. "I'm a little behind and I want to get back on track as fast as possible."
Anthony smiled at your answer as if he had been expecting it.
"At least one of us is a true Ravenclaw", Padma said from her place. Michael was the one to laugh the loudest at her joke, while everyone chuckled along.
"Next time, I promise", you said instead.
"Sure", Anthony said, before following his group outside.
The Common Room stayed empty over the next few hours, which gave you the chance to do quite a little more than you'd expected. You had been working to get through your Transfiguration material since the first school day. Then Charms had joined that and over the last few days you had been able to focus on DADA.
The material was just as interesting and novel as it had been last year. You couldn't believe how many new things that you'd never heard about were in those books.
Transfiguration Training, DC 0 →1D100 → 62(62)→ Automatic Success! (Lower than P-) → New Rank: D
Charms Training, DC 0 →1D100 → 32(32)→ Automatic Success! (Lower than P-) → New Rank: D
Defence Against the Dark Arts Training, DC 0 →1D100 → 13(13) → Automatic Success! (Lower than P-) → New Rank: D
You were not quite were you would need to be at the end of the school year for your exams, but you were getting quite ahead of day to day classes.
The best thing was that it let you focus on something different than the riddle that you hadn't been able to solve yet.
Yes. You felt like you had finally arrived back at Hogwarts.
Present Date: 14th September 1993
Current Wand: Fagus wood, Phoenix feather core
Hola mama, Hola papa,
espero que estéis bien.
You started the letter, hoping that they were well. You had not talked to them since you arrived at school. It was time again. As you always did with them you switched between Spanish and English more than you would like to admit. It was just the way you had always spoken to them. It was part of yourself.
I arrived well and we are now past week two without any trolls or other beasts inside the castle.
You smiled, knowing how your father would laugh at such a joke. Your mother on the other hand wouldn't take it too lightly.
I heard that Sirius Black has escaped prison and they have stationed Dementors all around Hogwarts, but I haven't seen one yet, so I'm not too sure if the rumors are true.
And something interesting happened. I tried to understand what magic it was that produced our food in Hogwarts and found out that there is an entire kitchen hidden from us students with an armada of House-elves buzzing and working inside. It must be one of the most interesting ordinary things I have seen in my entire life.
But through that I've found something that is bothering me. There is something that I'd like to ask the both of you. Is there any kind of magic that can simply block memories? I mean, I haven't found anything in my schoolbooks, but I suspect that this isn't quite third year material.
I feel like there is something that I could grasp in my mind if I just stretch far enough… but it isn't there. I'm unsure about the meaning. But I'm starting to understand that Hogwarts is truly fascinating. There are quite some things that hide in plain sight and I want to check them all out.
Hasta la próxima, cuidaros mucho y que tengáis una feliz semana,
Jacob Marvan Basques
You took a few minutes to read over the parchment, before you rolled it together and attached it to the small owl that had been your companion for more than two years now.
The little Owl had relatively long legs, a short tail, and a rather flat head with no ear-tufts. Her facial disc was ill defined and was basically a mop of greyish-brown with some light mottling. She was an Athene noctua, one of the smaller owls and absolutely adorable. That was why you named her Peque, the small one.
"I'm sure you miss home just as much as I do", you told the small owl, caressing her head as she proudly waited for her mission statement.
"Go home, Peque."
And that she did, spreading her wings as far as she could, before taking of after a short sprint. She flew upwards, circling the air above you before leaving the owlery through one of its many openings. It would be a long flight for her, but she could handle.
She was small, but she was a special one.
Present Date: 16th September 1993
Current Wand: Fagus wood, Phoenix feather core
It was Thursday and all that everyone could talk about was that it would be the first Hogsmeade weekend of the school year. Looking at your finances, you realized that you had blown through your entire allowance before arriving at Hogwarts. You were not even sure what you had spend it on to be honest.
Every time you and your mother had went out because she needed to buy things, you had parted from her and made your own adventure. And while most of the things you'd bought had been useful (if you could call fiction novels and other oddities that you had found interesting, useful), they had left you with only four Galleons, four Sickles and nineteen Knuts left.
Which was kind of a problem now that you were allowed to head to Hogsmeade once a month and were able to purchase whatever it was that you wanted… at this rate even the few experiments that you had in mind were out of your financial reach. Ingredients and materials costed money.
You could always ask your parents for a few Galleons… but did you really want to? Two weeks after starting school and telling them that they didn't need to worry about you?
This left only one other option; You needed to work for it. And who were you but someone who liked to tackle problems from different angles.
You took a single piece of paper and put it up on the information wall next to the entrance of your Common Room.
Hogsmeade Delivery Service – Whatever it is that you need, I'll get it to you*
The letters were bold and had been written carefully. You wanted it to look professional and trustworthy. The rest of the text was a little smaller though and backed into the corner of the large piece of parchment.
*Small fee of one tenth of the product price.
You smiled, before you produced a few more copies to give around outside of the common room. Honest labor for honest money.
→ 4*13 = 52 → 52 / 10 = 5.2 → Your fee for the delivery will be 5 Galleons and 4 Sickles
Present Date: 18th September 1993
Current Wand: Fagus wood, Phoenix feather core
Stage I, Shadows behind paintings
Shadows behind paintings DC 50 (Int + Crea) →3D100+6 → 90(44 +38 +2 + 6) → High Success! → Extra possibility for something special
And then Saturday came around.
It was warm, it was beautiful outside and-…
"Permit", Filch said, stretching the first syllable for way longer than it needed to be. You showed him the slip of paper that your mother had signed a month into your vacations. It had only occurred to you that she needed to sign it, because you had been looking for a particular book inside your trunk… well, she had signed it in the end. That was the only thing that was important. Nobody needed to know that you had forgotten about it.
"Here", you said, giving it to him. His eyes narrowed as he looked over the signature. How would he even want to know if it was real or not? There was no magic at play with Filch and he couldn't simply know all signatures of all parents.
"Pass", he said, and you followed his order, going out into the open as you left the Castle. A small pouch was awaiting inside your pocket. Its weight way beyond what you were usually familiar with… such a tragedy that most of that money wasn't even yours to begin with.
You didn't take long to arrive in the small town just outside of the school grounds. The shopping spree that followed took a while, though. The list of things you needed to buy was long, but at least you got to know the different shops in the small town.
While you had been one of the firsts to arrive in Hogsmeade, the town didn't stay empty for too long. Just a few hours later every shop and café was filled with energetic Hogwarts student wanting to enjoy their short few hours of freedom.
You filled your backpack with the last few items that you had brought for your first costumers, before heading back to leave Hogsmeade behind. There was nothing for you to do here really. One wanted to enjoy the freedom with friends… and those you didn't have in abundance.
Everyone had always made a fuss about Hogsmeade, but in the end it was not all that it was cracked up to be. There was the Sweetshop's that could bring some joy, Zonko's Joke Shop which was what most of your costumers had wanted you to head out for and one or the other book store with some interesting reading material.
In the end there had been only few things that caught your eye… mainly because you wanted to break them apart and see how they worked. You had never tried yourself in reverse engineering, but maybe it was time for it.
What is the first object you buy to take apart?
[ ] Aviatomobile - A burgundy toy car, which was presumably bewitched to fly. It seems to have its own mind as it sometimes choses to follow you, only to randomly fly off at other times. Cost: 2 Galleon, 6 Sickles, 9 Knuts
[ ] Peace Disturbers - Simple fireworks from the Explosive line at the Joke Shop. Cost: 1 Galleon, 3 Sickles, 11 Knuts
[ ] Dungbomb - These contraband items are useful for clearing a room. A magical stink bomb that gives off a putrid odour. Dungbombs were invented in the 1800s by Alberic Grunnion. When handled, Dungbombs leave a person's hands dirty. Cost: 1 Galleon, 0 Sickles, 4 Knuts
[ ] I will keep my hard-earned money
Your feet carried you over the well trampled cobblestone path out of Hogsmeade and into the lands surrounding the castle.
You had been spending as much time in between your studies and classes to look out for hidden pathways inside the castle and you were getting closer to understanding the way that they were structured… but you were still not all the way there yet.
The most important thing you had learned was to keep your eyes open for everything out of the ordinary.
"That's the Shrieking Shack?", you heard one of the students heading into Hogsmeade ask his friend as they passed you.
"Yes", the girl said. You didn't look at them, because you didn't really care for who they were. You only cared for what they were saying.
"It is thought to be haunted because they often hear screams coming from inside", she said.
"But," the boy said, before your distance had gotten too big and his words were too far away to hear them. You didn't need to hear his words to know that he was right with his next argument.
But Hogwarts is haunted, too. We have ghosts in the castle.
And with such a simple comment they had made you curious. You couldn't help yourself but to look up the hill and let your eyes roam over the abandoned house on top of it. It was old and looked as if no one had cared for it in decades. It was something that was so special and different that no one would even get the idea of wanting to know more. It's legend guarding it from curious eyes.
You smiled as you took your wand out. It was a short way to the old gate that kept intruders outside.
"Alohomora", you simply said, and the rusty gate opened for you with an ominous creaking sound.
Adventure.
Disappointment.
That was the perfect word for what you'd found. Total and utter disappointment. There were no ghosts, no creatures not even House-elves inside the old house. Instead you had only found a building that hadn't been touched for longer than you existed. You weren't sure what you had expected. Maybe a little something interesting or intriguing or at least something that wasn't utterly boring and empty of things.
The rooms and halls were all dirty, covered with dust, and the furniture was moth-eaten and broken. There was a chair in the foyer of the Shack that had one of its legs ripped off. In the foyer, a staircase lead to the second floor. Upstairs there was one room with a magnificently large but dusty four-poster bed.
The living room downstairs was disordered and dusty. Paper was peeling from the walls; there were stains all over the floor and every piece of furniture was broken as though somebody had smashed it. The windows were all boarded up. And you could see what looked like scratches all over the walls.
The interior of the Shrieking Shack was a mess.
"Lumos", you said, pushing your wand forward, before heading into the basement.
The old wood below creaked and screamed in agony under your weight as you headed into the darkness below. It might have been scary at night, but right now there was nothing to see but a small basement that was empty and an entrance in the wall that was so dark it looked like a pathway straight into hell-…
"Que putada… What is this?" you asked aloud, when your feet finally touched the ground of the hidden floor.
Just in front of you the wall to the side of the basement opened up into nothing but darkness. You didn't need anyone to tell you that you shouldn't simply go in there unprepared and without thinking things through… it would be stupid and too Gryffindor…
But how would you ever sleep again if you had no idea what was behind this gaping hole into the ground? You had decided that you wanted to learn as much of Hogwarts as you could and while you were technically still in Hogsmeade, this had to count somehow.
If you were ever to tell the story of what happened here, you would have to change the part of: And then I headed straight into the obvious deathtrap.
You nodded to yourself. That was a sensible thing to do.
And then you headed straight into the obvious deathtrap.
The tunnel twisted after a few short steps, before going down steeper than you would have imagined it. What creatures could hide here? You didn't remember any that lived below the ground. An obvious gap in your knowledge.
As the path was getting smaller and lower, you started to first duck your head in, before needing to crawl on some patches of the tunnel. You moved carefully, not wanting to fall over a gaping hole in the ground and you had to adjust your backpack more than one time, when it randomly hooked into one or the other root that had grown into the tunnel.
On and on went the passage and all you could think of was that you knew of no spell that would allow you to blow your way up to fresh air if something unexpected happened. Your spell arsenal was not as large in variety as you would have liked it for such a situation.
And then finally, after what felt like an hour; you could see a patch of dim light through a small opening. You came up to it slowly, before sticking your head out of the opening and…
You were scrawny, you were slow, and you had never been involved in any action before. There was simply no way for you to anticipate that of all places in the world, it was right under the Whimping Willow where you would choose to stick your head out from.
Her branch hit you right in the face. So hard indeed that it sent you back flying into the hidden tunnel below it.
Darkness surrounded you.
When you opened your eyes there was only pain. You tried touching your face but recoiled when you touched the long streak on your face that felt as if it had swelled to enormous proportions. There was no blood on your fingers. Either there had been no blood, or you had been out long enough for it to dry already.
You took a deep breath before sitting up, grimacing at the pain inside your head. The Willow had gotten you good.
"Man up, Jacob", you said to yourself. "You are a wizard. This is nothing to you."
Ah, the pep talk that you had always needed. From yourself to you. What a kind gesture indeed.
Leaning against one side of the tunnel, you looked up at the Whomping Willow through the small hole above you. What was a tunnel for that you couldn't enter or exit? Was this also a riddle? Was the tunnel even manmade or did you fall into some animal's home that just wasn't compatible with human sizes?
Is there a passage? DC 50 (Herbology + Int + Emp + Luck) →1D100+7 → 87(80 + 7)→ Success!
Well, at least you could still think and what was your brain for but to be used.
You had been in a house, just outside of Hogwarts. It could be old, but it didn't look like hundreds of years old the way some other buildings looked like in the magic world. The house hadn't been used in years and the insides were all destroyed and scratched up as if there had been a large animal revolting.
There was only one real solution. It had been abandoned and an animal had used it as his new home, before dying or abandoning it after a few years. It could be no coincidence that it chose the Whomping Willow as an entrance point. The old willow was its guardian… the thing was; if you chose such a dangerous thing as your guardian, you would need a way to stop it to pass through yourself.
Disregarding the possibility of an innate ability of the creature to evade the willow's attacks, there had to be something near the entrance of the tunnel that told the willow to stop.
Taking a deep breath to gather courage, you stood up again. This time it wasn't your head that went out first but your hand instead. You grabbed a knot down the willow's trunk for hold to bring you up and search with your eyes… and as if through magic, the tree stopped moving above you.
Ah. That had been easier than expected.
"Next time you hit me", you said, as you pushed yourself out of the hole. You were dirty and sweaty, but it seemed as if the products inside your backpack had survived it. "I will brew the Herbicide Potion and see at what quantity it will turn you into rampant weeds."
"I hope we understand each other?" you asked the tree, before letting go of the knot you were still holding and sprinting outside of its reach.
→ One secret passage out of Hogwarts found
→ ???
You were standing inside your shared bathrooms, butt naked and without worries because the others would need at least another hour before they came back from Hogsmeade. Most students came back as late as possible to savor the weekend.
The products you had gone out for had already found their destinations and with it you had officially earned the pertaining fee.
→ + 5 Galleons and 4 Sickles
The mirror in front of you didn't talk. You remembered being oddly disappointed when you realized that in your first year. Right now, you were thankful. It wouldn't have anything nice to say right now. Your face looked like it had been split in two. A long and read streak parted half of your face, but it didn't seem as if you would need to visit Madam Pomfrey over this.
Only now did you realize that you had changed a bit since you first started your school life at Hogwarts.
What do you look like? Keep in mind that you have dark hair. Everyone can propose a picture, before we start the vote for this.
[X] Aviatomobile - A burgundy toy car, which was presumably bewitched to fly. It seems to have its own mind as it sometimes choses to follow you, only to randomly fly off at other times. Cost: 2 Galleon, 6 Sickles, 9 Knuts
[X] Aviatomobile - A burgundy toy car, which was presumably bewitched to fly. It seems to have its own mind as it sometimes choses to follow you, only to randomly fly off at other times. Cost: 2 Galleon, 6 Sickles, 9 Knuts
um..... Aren't we Hispanic? That doesn't really look Hispanic.
EDIT: It says we are from Spain but the spanish variant that we are using is not the one that exists in Spain but rather the north american/central american variant.
Yes there is a difference (mostly spelling, pronunciation, usage in phrases, and other such things).
So I am assuming we have at least one parent from that area of the world. It would make the most sense and would justify the variant used.
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