Altair Cometnova, Second Year, Hufflepuff
Full Name: Altair Cometnova
House: Hufflepuff
Age: 12
Wand: 35,9 cm walnut wood and unicorn hair
Birthday: March 12, 2008
Wand Hand: Right
Bogart:
Mirror of Erised:
Amortentia: New books, rain, honey, dog fur
School Year: 2nd Year
Patronus: (Not applicable until 6th years)
Species: Werewolf
History/Background Story: Born in a muggle family in Polperro on March 12, 2008. Lived in a quiet suburban town not near any large cities and often goes outside to play in the fields and forest. Has a younger brother that is nine and has not shown any magic yet. They often play together in the woods and also with their pet German Shepherd. She lived a sheltered life and often enjoyed playing with the neighbors' kids too. Her parents are the first of their family to move to Polperro. They do not anything about their relatives or if they even have relatives as her parents were both single children. Her friend is her brother who she plays with. Before the Hogwarts letter, she attended a school in the village where she learned things with all the other children like math, writing, and history.
Altair has a fun personality and enjoys being with other people although she finds it hard to trust others. When she is friends with someone she is very loyal and helpful. She is rather studious and puts it above adventuring though after she is done with her homework she like to explore and play. She likes being with animals and in nature but also enjoys strategic games like chess.
When Altair was celebrating her eighth birthday, she was eating her strawberry birthday cake when suddenly the cake turned into a chocolate flavor. She was very happy because she did not like strawberry flavored cake but had to get one because the grocery store had run out of the chocolate flavored ones. Her parents dismissed it as they must have misread the label, but they became suspicious. When Altair finally received her Hogwarts letter, her parents were mildy surprised. They kept supporting her as always, and wanted her to be the best witch she could be. When she arrived at Hogwarts she was sorted into Hufflepuff and joined the Badger Bungalow dorm.
Werewolf
Stats: 5/6/5/5/7/7
Abilities: Prodigial Charms
If you would like to RP with me just send an owl!
House: Hufflepuff
Age: 12
Wand: 35,9 cm walnut wood and unicorn hair
Birthday: March 12, 2008
Wand Hand: Right
Bogart:
Mirror of Erised:
Amortentia: New books, rain, honey, dog fur
Reducio
About the Wand
Walnut Wood: Highly intelligent witches and wizards ought to be offered a walnut wand for trial first, because in nine cases out of ten, the two will find in each other their ideal mate. Walnut wands are often found in the hands of magical innovators and inventors; this is a handsome wood possessed of unusual versatility and adaptability. A note of caution, however: while some woods are difficult to dominate, and may resist the performance of spells that are foreign to their natures, the walnut wand will, once subjugated, perform any task its owner desires, provided that the user is of sufficient brilliance. This makes for a truly lethal weapon in the hands of a witch or wizard of no conscience, for the wand and the wizard may feed from each other in a particularly unhealthy manner.
Unicorn Hair: Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.
Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may ‘die’ and need replacing.
Walnut Wood: Highly intelligent witches and wizards ought to be offered a walnut wand for trial first, because in nine cases out of ten, the two will find in each other their ideal mate. Walnut wands are often found in the hands of magical innovators and inventors; this is a handsome wood possessed of unusual versatility and adaptability. A note of caution, however: while some woods are difficult to dominate, and may resist the performance of spells that are foreign to their natures, the walnut wand will, once subjugated, perform any task its owner desires, provided that the user is of sufficient brilliance. This makes for a truly lethal weapon in the hands of a witch or wizard of no conscience, for the wand and the wizard may feed from each other in a particularly unhealthy manner.
Unicorn Hair: Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.
Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may ‘die’ and need replacing.
School Year: 2nd Year
Patronus: (Not applicable until 6th years)
Species: Werewolf
Reducio
Altair was born into a family that loved animals. All kinds, shapes, and sizes. In fact, both her parents were vets. Muggles, but vets. The family even had a German Shepherd. The house was full of animals that had to stay overnight, or needed emergency care. Because of this, both Altair and her brother loved animals. They often explored in the nearby woods and meadow near their home, frolicking with the wild animals who were quite familiar with them and with their dog. Sometimes, when they come across an injured animal, they would help them with the knowledge they learned from their parents if it was a minor injury. The worse ones they would bring to their parents.
It was no big news, when one day, Altair and her brother spotted some prints leading towards the woods. they could tell something was wrong, because it seemed like whatever it was had been in a hurry. Thinking it was an animal in need, they followed the tracks. They eventually reached so far into the woods, the branches almost completely blocked out the sun. By now, there was no sun, only a full moon could be seen through the branches. It was then they heard a howl. The kind of sound that sent shivers down your spine. It didn't sound like a regular wolf and they immediately knew something was wrong. But not being the kind of person to leave behind an animal in need, Altair convinced her brother to push through a bit longer with her until they saw broken branches and pieces of fur snagged on various places.
Her brother tugged on her arm, "Sis, I think we should head back. This doesn't seem right."
"But--" started Altair.
"The moon's already out. Our parents will be looking for us. Come on." said her brother, always the voice of reason.
"Fine." said Altair as she grudgingly agreed, going this far was dangerous, and they hadn't been this deep in the woods before.
Another howl rang through the trees, perhaps closer than before. Then growling, and the sounds of snapping branches, rapid footsteps.
"Run!" screamed Altair, as they ran in the opposite direction, following the tracks back. The breathing got closer and closer-- the branches were starting to thin out now, were they going to make it? Altair could spot some familiar landmarks now, the cluster of orange mushrooms, the low hanging branch that she and her brother loved climbing on. They were too old to climb on it now without it breaking at the joint, but maybe...
"Keep running!" shouted Altair as she placed her hands on the footholds she knew so well on the tree. She flung herself onto the branch as she felt a searing pain in her leg. There was a loud cracking sound, then the branch fell onto her attacker.
"Sis!" her brother had come back thought Altair, as she slowly lost consciousness.
It was too dark then to see anything properly, so her brother had run back to get their parents. Within an hour, their parents had brought a flashlight to find Altair. They found what looked like a wolf, but with some odd features crushed beneath a tree branch and Altair unconscious with a leg soaked with blood. They carried her back home and discussed taking her to the hospital, but the nearest one was hours away. Good thing they were vets, because the mom stitched up the wound which looked very similar to a bite mark, while the dad interrogated the brother to see if there was any risk of infection.
"Honey?" said her mom to her dad, "This isn't a normal bite."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I-- I have a sister, she is a witch who works in some sort of magical animals department or something like that. I think we should call her."
Once her mom's sister arrived she immediately diagnosed the injury as a werewolf bite. "I'm afraid there is no cure for this. But we should take her to St. Mungos first for treatment."
"What are you talking about? St. Mungos? Is that a mental facility or something my daughter will NOT go crazy I tell you--" started her mom.
"Oh no, of course not it's a magical hospital for injuries such as these. I can bring her but be warned. After being bitten by a werewolf, people aren't the same again."
After treatments and being sent home with a yearly supply of wolfsbane potion, the family started to notice some changes in Altair. One of them was her sudden liking of steak, very raw. Her family helped her deal with this new condition and learned to live with it eventually.
Altair was born into a family that loved animals. All kinds, shapes, and sizes. In fact, both her parents were vets. Muggles, but vets. The family even had a German Shepherd. The house was full of animals that had to stay overnight, or needed emergency care. Because of this, both Altair and her brother loved animals. They often explored in the nearby woods and meadow near their home, frolicking with the wild animals who were quite familiar with them and with their dog. Sometimes, when they come across an injured animal, they would help them with the knowledge they learned from their parents if it was a minor injury. The worse ones they would bring to their parents.
It was no big news, when one day, Altair and her brother spotted some prints leading towards the woods. they could tell something was wrong, because it seemed like whatever it was had been in a hurry. Thinking it was an animal in need, they followed the tracks. They eventually reached so far into the woods, the branches almost completely blocked out the sun. By now, there was no sun, only a full moon could be seen through the branches. It was then they heard a howl. The kind of sound that sent shivers down your spine. It didn't sound like a regular wolf and they immediately knew something was wrong. But not being the kind of person to leave behind an animal in need, Altair convinced her brother to push through a bit longer with her until they saw broken branches and pieces of fur snagged on various places.
Her brother tugged on her arm, "Sis, I think we should head back. This doesn't seem right."
"But--" started Altair.
"The moon's already out. Our parents will be looking for us. Come on." said her brother, always the voice of reason.
"Fine." said Altair as she grudgingly agreed, going this far was dangerous, and they hadn't been this deep in the woods before.
Another howl rang through the trees, perhaps closer than before. Then growling, and the sounds of snapping branches, rapid footsteps.
"Run!" screamed Altair, as they ran in the opposite direction, following the tracks back. The breathing got closer and closer-- the branches were starting to thin out now, were they going to make it? Altair could spot some familiar landmarks now, the cluster of orange mushrooms, the low hanging branch that she and her brother loved climbing on. They were too old to climb on it now without it breaking at the joint, but maybe...
"Keep running!" shouted Altair as she placed her hands on the footholds she knew so well on the tree. She flung herself onto the branch as she felt a searing pain in her leg. There was a loud cracking sound, then the branch fell onto her attacker.
"Sis!" her brother had come back thought Altair, as she slowly lost consciousness.
It was too dark then to see anything properly, so her brother had run back to get their parents. Within an hour, their parents had brought a flashlight to find Altair. They found what looked like a wolf, but with some odd features crushed beneath a tree branch and Altair unconscious with a leg soaked with blood. They carried her back home and discussed taking her to the hospital, but the nearest one was hours away. Good thing they were vets, because the mom stitched up the wound which looked very similar to a bite mark, while the dad interrogated the brother to see if there was any risk of infection.
"Honey?" said her mom to her dad, "This isn't a normal bite."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I-- I have a sister, she is a witch who works in some sort of magical animals department or something like that. I think we should call her."
Once her mom's sister arrived she immediately diagnosed the injury as a werewolf bite. "I'm afraid there is no cure for this. But we should take her to St. Mungos first for treatment."
"What are you talking about? St. Mungos? Is that a mental facility or something my daughter will NOT go crazy I tell you--" started her mom.
"Oh no, of course not it's a magical hospital for injuries such as these. I can bring her but be warned. After being bitten by a werewolf, people aren't the same again."
After treatments and being sent home with a yearly supply of wolfsbane potion, the family started to notice some changes in Altair. One of them was her sudden liking of steak, very raw. Her family helped her deal with this new condition and learned to live with it eventually.
History/Background Story: Born in a muggle family in Polperro on March 12, 2008. Lived in a quiet suburban town not near any large cities and often goes outside to play in the fields and forest. Has a younger brother that is nine and has not shown any magic yet. They often play together in the woods and also with their pet German Shepherd. She lived a sheltered life and often enjoyed playing with the neighbors' kids too. Her parents are the first of their family to move to Polperro. They do not anything about their relatives or if they even have relatives as her parents were both single children. Her friend is her brother who she plays with. Before the Hogwarts letter, she attended a school in the village where she learned things with all the other children like math, writing, and history.
Altair has a fun personality and enjoys being with other people although she finds it hard to trust others. When she is friends with someone she is very loyal and helpful. She is rather studious and puts it above adventuring though after she is done with her homework she like to explore and play. She likes being with animals and in nature but also enjoys strategic games like chess.
When Altair was celebrating her eighth birthday, she was eating her strawberry birthday cake when suddenly the cake turned into a chocolate flavor. She was very happy because she did not like strawberry flavored cake but had to get one because the grocery store had run out of the chocolate flavored ones. Her parents dismissed it as they must have misread the label, but they became suspicious. When Altair finally received her Hogwarts letter, her parents were mildy surprised. They kept supporting her as always, and wanted her to be the best witch she could be. When she arrived at Hogwarts she was sorted into Hufflepuff and joined the Badger Bungalow dorm.
Last edited by Altair Cometnova on 12 Jul 2020, 22:46, edited 7 times in total.
Werewolf
Stats: 5/6/5/5/7/7
Abilities: Prodigial Charms
If you would like to RP with me just send an owl!
Altair Cometnova, Second Year, Hufflepuff
RPs
Ongoing
Reducio
An Unexpected Encounter
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=182567#p182567
An Unplanned Excursion
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=25&t=12273
Beneath the Surface
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=43&t=12507
An Unexpected Encounter
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=182567#p182567
An Unplanned Excursion
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=25&t=12273
Beneath the Surface
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=43&t=12507
Closed/Abandoned
Reducio
Hitting the Books
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=12041
Wanna Play Chinese Chess?
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=11724
Hitting the Books
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=12041
Wanna Play Chinese Chess?
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=11724
Finished
Reducio
The First Journey
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=182796#p182796
Antidote For Disaster
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=195&t=12254
A Family Meeting
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=231&t=12367
The First Journey
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=182796#p182796
Antidote For Disaster
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=195&t=12254
A Family Meeting
https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=231&t=12367
Last edited by Altair Cometnova on 31 Jul 2020, 17:22, edited 17 times in total.
Werewolf
Stats: 5/6/5/5/7/7
Abilities: Prodigial Charms
If you would like to RP with me just send an owl!
Altair Cometnova, Second Year, Hufflepuff
Relationships
Family
Arcturus Cometnova • Veterinarian • Father
Andromeda Cometnova • Veterinarian • Mother
Rigel Cometnova • Ten • Brother
Pollux • Two • German Shepherd
Cassiopeia (Kathy) Starstreak• Witch • Aunt
Griffindor
Cricket Mercury • Second Year • Acquaintance
Ravenclaw
Miranda Everest • Second Year • Acquaintance
Slytherin
Henry Knight • Second Year • Close Friend
Hufflepuff
Last edited by Altair Cometnova on 31 Jul 2020, 17:22, edited 9 times in total.
Werewolf
Stats: 5/6/5/5/7/7
Abilities: Prodigial Charms
If you would like to RP with me just send an owl!