"There's nothing more dangerous than frightened muggles and willfully ignorant wizards."

full name Savannah Rose	birthday December 1st, 2008	age eleven	house Gryffindor
school year first year	species human (witch)	blood status half-blood	gender female, cisgender
patronus n/a	amortentia rain, wet soil, honey-suckle & hot coffee	boggart her mother	thestrals? No.

WAND INFORMATION
Wand: 32,5 cm walnut wood and dragon heartstring
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 on each other in a particularly unhealthy manner.

dragon heartstring-As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

APPEARANCE
Height: 5ft 5in.
Hair colour: Dark Brown
Eye colour: Light brown
Skin colour: Like a medium-roast coffee that has just enough cream added in. Savannah is not bi-racial.
Physical DescriptionThe 11-year-old sports pixie short black hair that has been bleached a golden blonde. She alternates between neat finger waves and a slicked back, wet style. Despite her mother's best efforts, she can be found wearing dramatic eye-up on most occasions. Savannah has a slender but square-shaped head, her eyes are wide almond shape and typically bruised with exhaustion. Savannah is tall for her age but does her best to carry her long, gangly limbs with an air of grace. Savannah's eyebrow are probably the most expressive feature on her face, often reflecting her irritation before her mouth does.
Sexuality: Questioning
Race: Black
Nationality: Scottish

Victoria couldn’t exactly pinpoint when her resentment ended, and her hate began. It was a muddy transition. If she had to guess, it started when he left. 11 years ago, in the middle of fucking London. He had abandoned her. Alone, broke and pregnant with his child that was more than likely going to be magical. Victoria didn’t know why she had kept it. The baby, I mean. An abortion was 300$ at the most, she should’ve just rid herself of the burden then. But there had been a hopeful part of her. A naïve part. She had believed in the power of love, that he would come back for her and his half-breed offspring. That they would navigate the alien road together and live happily ever after.

On December 1st, 2008, Victoria Evelyn Rose gave birth alone, at Queen Elizabeth University Hospital in Greater Glasgow. The birth was violent for both mother and baby. There had been too much blood, too much pain. Issues Victoria knew that would’ve been easily remedied by magic. But no such thing happened, and Victoria nearly died and wasn’t released from the hospital until January 15th, a little more than a month later. Victoria supposed it was in that moment when she left alone with a baby in her arms, that the resentment morphed into hate.

Savannah’s magic manifested early in life. When she was an infant, her mother worked any and every available shift they had at Queen Elizabeth Hospital. The muggle woman refused the maternity leave, desperate to be away from the screaming infant that resembled her lost love so much. Victoria preferred to pay someone else to watch the baby that she didn’t even consider to be hers. Once, she dropped her soother and with the babysitter distracted, there had been no one to pay attention to her cries. Instead, she would fuss until the pastel-coloured binky floated into the air, idly spinning until it reached her mouth.

Another bout of accidental magic occurred when she was four years old. Like most children her age, she was in the middle of throwing a tantrum on the floor of the grocery store, crying herself silly and refusing to walk. The pre-school aged girl was simply tired, bystanders knew it, the employees knew it. All her mother had to do was pick her up off the floor and comfort her. Hold her against her chest and promise that they’d be home soon for a nap. No such thing happened. Victoria had knelt and pulled her upright by her shirt, face contorted into a pinched scowl. She had gripped the child by the shoulders and pulled her close to whisper a threat into her ear. Behave, or she’d give her something to cry about. Of course, that did nothing for her tears and she only screamed louder. Flustered and angry, Victoria just carried her away and gave up on shopping. By time they reached the car, she still hadn’t stopped crying. Her mother buckled her in, face turning a vivid shade of puce and her own brown eyes watering. She sat in the driver’s seat, clutching the wheel as Savannah screamed and wailed. And now this? This Savannah could remember clearly.

“Shut up.” Victoria whispered at first. “Just, shut up.” Louder this time. “SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH, YOU MISERABLE LITTLE GIRL!” Victoria screamed as Savannah cried, before clamping her hands over her own ears. Savannah screamed in response, face so red she looked like she might explode. Instead of bursting into pieces, every window in their little car, shattered with enough force that the 3-thousand-pound machine trembled. Victoria had stopped yelling, eyes wide with shock. Savannah had stopped screaming. Not soothed, rather completely exhausted by the magical outburst.

Savannah never knew her father; the Wizard of her parents' pairing. She imagined that there wasn’t much to be missed. Her mother never talked about him, unless she was upset in screeching about how she was “exactly like your no-good father!” Savannah has decidedly chosen to spend her youth in the comfort of her public library. Given her mother’s proclivity to rage at even the slightest mistake, finding public and relatively safe location to bunker down been in her best interest. The young girl finds comfort in knowledge. Knowing more than the bullies in school and at home, made the generally powerless child, feel, well—powerful. In school, she saw how easily she went from an ignored loner to the hottest item on the market the second their teacher even whispered the words “group project”.

Knowledge was power. It could buy her affection, popularity and favors and she made sure to milk all three when the opportunity arose.

Savannah is tall for her age and at 5’5, she was still growing. She speculated that she got her height from her father. Victoria was petite, a mere 5’4. The 11-year-old sports dark brown, nearly black curly hair that always smells of coconut oil and Jojoba infused shampoo. Usually, she keeps her hair slicked upwards into a curly puff ball. Savannah’s eyes look too big for her face, more fitting on a doe than a human girl. Her cheekbones are the second most prominent feature on her face; high set and apple shaped. Her lips are full, often pursed in concentration and accidentally colored with the stolen treats of the day.

During the summer, rather than ask her mother for money for snacks while she stays at the library, Savannah has taken to stealing. Pilfering chips and sweets from nearby mini marts, stuffing her jacket pockets with enough snacks to last her until dinner time. The last time she was caught, she had broken down into fake tears and lied her way out of a call to the police and undoubtedly her mother. She isn’t above stealing and usually, she takes enough to share with some of the smaller kids at the library and the dirty homeless guy that’s always sleeping on the bus stop bench, on her walk home. Despite being a muggle, Victoria possessed limited knowledge of the Wizarding world, gleaned from Savannah’s absent father. When she was old enough to keep a secret, Victoria told her the truth. That she was a witch, just like her father. That she would be sent away soon, to a school where she would learn about magic. Oddly enough, that made them both happy. Victoria was excited to be away from her daughter for a few months and Savannah was eager to learn more about the strange abilities she possessed.

Father
Name: Wolfgang G. Inkwood
Age: 40 years old
Blood Status: Pure-blood.
Occupation: Hit-Wizard

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Savannah Rose wrote: ↑31 Jul 2019, 04:17

NPC APPLICATION

NPC name: Wolfgang Greyson Inkwood

NPC history: Wolfgang G. Inkwood was born on February 14th, 1979, making him 40 years old. He was born in Glasglow, Scotland. In his youth, he attended Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite being the son of two healers, at 16 years old after reading about the successful capture of a dangerous criminal in the news, Wolfgang decided that being a Hit Wizard was his career of choice. He obtained the necessary 5 or more O.W.L.S, including one in Defence Against the Dark Arts and at 17 years old he became a Hit Wizard for the British Ministry of Magic.

When he was 29 years old, the pure-blood wizard accidentally fathered a daughter with Victoria Rose, a Muggle. His relationship with Victoria ended shortly after discovering that she was pregnant. Wolfgang has never met his daughter.

NPC job: Hit Wizard

NPC Appearance

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Mother
Name: Victoria Evelyn Rose
Age: 39
Blood Status: Muggle
Occupation: Registered Nurse

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maggie parker ➭ Not really an enemy, just dislikes the girl.

tatiana crane➭ friend and crush.
James McMurtrie ➭ enemy

Dale Kurt ➭ Good Friend.

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