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Name: Bonnie (Louise) Wray

Gender: Female

School Year: First Year

House: Ravenclaw

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Wand Description: Birch wood, with a unicorn hair core. It measures an unusually short five inches, and is rather springy. Looks like this (the middle one) :

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Appearance:

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Bonnie has blonde hair, and dark eyes. Her face is somewhere between heart-shaped and oval shaped, and is nearly always smiling. Bonnie is very tall for her age, and very skinny. Of all her physical traits, Bonnie hates her lankiness the most. She has nearly no curves, and looks very boyish.

When not wearing her badge-adorned (see personality) uniform, Bonnie normally wears badge-adorned jeans and a brightly coloured t-shirt. She’ll sometimes throw on a hoodie if it’s cold, but clothes don’t mean that much to her, and she takes very little time with her appearance.

She has unusually large teeth, and is thinking about getting them magically fixed. Her nose curves upwards, and she has many freckles.

Bonnie wears glasses.

Personality: Bonnie is yet another weird Ravenclaw. She’s incredibly loud; her normal volume is somewhere between talking and shouting, depending on how excited she is, and whispering is an undiscovered concept to her. In addition to being loud, Bonnie is in a perpetual state of hyper-ness. She’s hardly ever calm. Also, she’s very gullible. Seriously, she’ll believe anything you tell her.

Bonnie is also very random. She enjoys spontaneously dancing and singing for no reason (her singing voice is haphazard at best). Her interests also include art- she’s very good at it.

She may come across as uncaring because she’s so wrapped up in her own, mad, world, but she does care very deeply about her friends, and also about what people think of her. Bonnie can’t stand being disliked, even by people she dislikes herself. It makes her very upset.

She was sorted into Ravenclaw because of her enthusiasm for knowledge of all kinds, and her obsessive hoarding of books, over half of which she has never read. And, if she could actually focus in lessons, she would do incredibly well.

Bonnie suffers from being a scatterbrain. Clutter seems to follow her wherever she goes, and all homework is left until the last minute. She also has a terrible memory, especially for names. Expect to be called “Thingy” a lot when you’re near her.

Her greatest ambition is to play Quidditch professionally. Bonnie supports the Holyhead Harpies, and follows all matches with utmost excitement.

Bonnie will eat virtually anything set in front of her if she’s hungry enough, but her favourite food is salmon.

She also collects badges, and currently has two hundred and ninety-four. These are proudly displayed on all her clothes and her schoolbag.

History: Bonnie was the result of a one night stand, and neither of her parents wanted her, so she went to Muggle social services. Since then, Bonnie has been adopted by Laura Wray, a mechanic, and Jack Wray, a journalist.

As far as Bonnie knows, they are her biological parents
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She grew up in a small cottage in the middle of nowhere, spending most of her weekends in the nearby village as soon as she was old enough to cycle the two mile journey. With some of the village kids, Bonnie made a sort of gang that often went around together, getting into trouble.

When she was eight years old, Bonnie got into serious trouble for trespassing on a farmer’s land. Her parents sat her down and had a serious talk with her. That was the last time Bonnie went to the village.

Besides this, Bonnie led an average life. She was home schooled all of her life, and thus never developed any kind of tact. There was a school in the village, but Bonnie’s parents deeply mistrusted the education system, and so resolved to teach Bonnie themselves. She was perfectly happy with this arrangement, but sometimes wondered what it would be like to go to a school.

As she had nobody else to talk to besides her parents, she became a pen pal, and started receiving at least one letter a day from her many correspondences all over the world.

When she was ten, her parents decided to send her to a boarding school to help her develop her almost nonexistent social skills, and, right on cue, came the Hogwarts letter.

Pet: A Great Grey Owl called Tiny. His name is a misnomer- he’s very big and very grumpy.

Up for love: Not now, but yes when she gets to a higher year! (Heterosexual)

Other: Quidditch- she plays Beater, and would be a formidable opponent if it weren’t for her unfortunate habit of hitting her own team.

Hey, when can we start? It's the 1st of Feb where I'm from

Name: Tanis Faylen Sulph

Gender: Male

School Year: Third Year

Wand Desc: Oakwood, dragonheartscale

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Pureblood

Alice Potter and Allen Selwyn | King's Cross Station, between platforms 9 and 10

You knew it was a new era when something actually managed to faze Alice Potter for once, and exactly how much confused she looked was even more surprising. Ever since last night, when Hagrid took her away from the Dursleys and introduced her to his view of the Wizarding World, the eleven-year-old girl wasn't sure what to expect. Well, she certainly didn't expect this.

"Platform nine and three-quarters..." she mumbled, her amber eyes darting from and to the numbers nine and ten. This is ridiculous, she thought, looking down at herself. Was this all somehow a prank set up by Dudley to get back at me for his birthday? But no, that's impossible. He's too stupid. She looked around; a guard stood there, minding his own business. "Excuse me sir, do you know where platform nine and three-quarters is?"

The man stared at her. "Girlie, are you sure you're alright there?" He put a hand on her shoulder. "Where's your parents?"

"U-um, they...um..."

"Sorry, sir, she's with me." A soft boy's voice broke into Alice's concentration, and she turned around to see a face that had an impressive scar over its left eye; much more noticeable than the distinctive lightning bolt scar on her own forehead. "She's new here, so she's a little confused."

"But--" The man started, but before he could finish his sentence, Alice already found herself being dragged away by the arm. They had stopped a little distance away from the man, who looked nonplussed for a minute before going back to his whistling. The boy turned to Alice.

"Don't you know you're not supposed to talk to Muggles about magic?"

"Um..." Now that she looked closer, he didn't look all that bad. "I'm sorry, I was confused and it says platform nine and three-quarters on my ticket, but there isn't a platform like that..."

"Are you Muggle-born?" He looked at her questioningly. "Where's your parents?"

"I'm not Muggle-born...at least I don't think..." she muttered, looking back at the platform nine. "I'm just--"

"Waiit..." He was looking at her forehead, and a realization came into his eyes. "You're not the Girl-Who-Lived?! Alice Potter?"

"I might be..."

"Well, that explains everything! Come on, let me show you through the barrier." And without waiting for her to say another word, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her straight into the wall between platforms nine and ten, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Bonnie - Platform 9 3/4

Bonnie stood on Platform Nine and Three Quarters, happily bouncing on her toes. This was so utterly amazing! She absentmindedly twirled her wand through the air.

“Wow, I can’t wait until I- WOAH!” Sparks erupted out the end of her wand, making everyone within a two metre radius back away slowly. Bonnie merely grinned. “SORRY!”

It hadn’t seemed to help, they were just backing away quicker now. Oh, well. She shrugged, and returned to bouncing on her toes.

Bonnie glanced at her trunk. It was huge! She couldn’t wait to stick her nose into all the books stuffed inside! Some of them looked really good- but then, she needed to feed Tiny.

She glared at the Great Grey Owl. He’d bitten her on the way to the platform. Still, at least she had a pet!

Before Bonnie could finish her alarmingly long train of thought, however, she was sent to the ground by two people hurtling through the barrier.

“Sorry, we-“ Said the boy, but Bonnie didn’t give him a chance to finish.

“OMGHI! Don’t-worry-about-it,-I’m-Bonnie-Wray-with-a-double-yu,-not-an-arr,-though-with-an-arr-as-well.-What’s-your-name?-I’m-Muggleborn-how-about-you?-Isn’t-this-absolutely-AMAZING?!”

“Um...”

“Which-house-do-you-want-to-be-in?-I-want-to-be-in-Ravenclaw-REALLY-REALLY-BADLY-but-Hufflepuff-seems-good-too.-And-look,-I-have-an-owl.-This-is-Tiny-and-he’s-really-grumpy-but-I-like-him-anyway.-What-were-your-names-again?”

Owen Pepperidge | Platform 9 ¾

The trolley's wheel rumbled. Owen closed his eyes and felt darkness engulf him as he passed through the barrier and left the Muggle world for another year. It felt good to be back. Very good, in fact.

"Watch it!"

Owen opened his eyes, gasped, and yanked his trolley to a stop. With his eyes shut he'd almost squashed two students before they'd even made it to Hogwarts. They looked up at him in terror. It would have been funny it they hadn't been first years. The others on the platform turned to look at him too.

"Woah, sorry guys," said Owen. "You know you should really move out the way. There's a load of people arriving today."

The two students continued to stare at him.

"I know it's your first time," Owen continued. "You're excited and you want to take it all in. But it's better to gawk over there where you're not in the way."

The first years didn't move a muscle.

Owen raised an eyebrow. "Did someone stun you guys?"

They remained stationary. Owen took out his wand from a jacket pocket. He hoped it still worked -- he hadn't cast magic all summer.

He pointed his wand at the first years. "Rennervate!"

There was a sudden flash and the two students melted like chocolate frogs on a sunny day. Their cloaks and luggage turned to liquid too and, eventually, all that was left of the illusions was a pool of water at Owen's feet.

Owen shook his head as the other real students on the platform started laughing. He could only admire the trickster, whoever they were. For a practical joke it was impressively elaborate. Who'd have expected illusions on the platform?

"Very good, guys," he said as he pushed his trolley through the remains of the spell that had fooled him. "You got me that time. Hook, line, and sinker."

Benjamin | Platform 9 3/4

Benjamin was not happy at all. His mother had insisted she take him to the platform and he was sure if she could manage it she'd be coddling him the entire train ride as well. Even before he arrived at the train station, he made up his mind that she wouldn't make it passed dropping him off or else she'd be trying to marry him into some pureblood family.

He now found himself alone at the station wondering where the hell he was supposed to go, until he spotted a girl with red hair in the distance with an owl and a trunk similar to his own. Must be one of us, no normal person would carry an owl around in public. Soon she disappeared with another boy through a pillar he assumed was the way to Platform 9 3/4. Pushing his cart in that direction, Ben checked on his pet toad Chaucer who was lazing about on top of his trunk. His mother wanted him to get an owl so he could write her regularly, but no self-respecting future leader of a new world order had an owl for a familiar. Reptile was the way to go and Ben was sure that in a few years he'd know enough magic to turn Chaucer into a fire-breathing menace with wings and everything.

He closed his eyes tightly as he slipped through to the other side of the barrier. Going from the dark stone of the pillar to a more open platform stung, making his pupils dilate a bit too much. The two kids he'd seen earlier were a bit off from the entrance with another blonde girl who apparently had never heard of inside voices. He moved his cart to a stopping point just close enough to be near them but far enough away that they could ignore his presence if they wanted. With one hand he pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose while the other picked up Chaucer bringing him toward his chest for support. He put on his best friendly smile though it came out as far creepier than he planned.

Sae Carrow | Platform 9 ¾

Holding Felix close to her chest, Sae danced through the barrier onto Platform 9 ¾. As soon as she was through, she let out a heavy, content sigh. "Good to be back, isn't it Felix?" she asked the orange tabby in her arms. He meowed, nuzzling her arm in return.

She set Felix on top of the cart that held her trunk, propped her quidditch broom on her shoulder, and set off toward the train. The summer had been nice, she had visited both her parents in their separate facilities, and spent a lot of time knitting and reading fairy tales with Miss Daxon, her caretaker.

"A pleasure to see you again, Miss Carrow," a familiar voice said from behind her. Sae spun around to see Owen Pepperidge bent into a bow, with a flower in his hand extended to her.

As Sae went to take it - with a suspicious smile hanging on her lips - it turned into a pair of wizards that stood in the palm of his hand, shooting spells at one another, and finally disappearing into a flash of smoke. Sae laughed. "Is this a formal invitation?"

Owen winked. "I'm not at liberty to say, quite yet," he said. "But let's say we've made some progress."

"Keep me updated," she said, winking back. "It's a shame I won't be seeing you on the pitch anymore. The nargles get to you, hm?"

Owen shook his head. "You're so odd, Sae." Someone further down the platform called his name, and he turned a flashed them a 'wait one minute' hand sign. "See you, Sae," he said. "I'll be in touch."

He ran off, pushing his cart in front of him. Sae smiled and scratched Felix between his years. "It's going to be just the loveliest year, isn't it?"

Allen Selwyn | Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

"Ah...hahaha." Allen wasn't sure how to react. The beginning of the day had went fairly well. Not only did his "uncle" drive him to the station, but he actually got some allowance from the man (with a promise to pay it back later) and also, he didn't run into anyone he had cheated out at poker--which was frankly, quite a lot of people. Half of London had probably lost a great deal of money thanks to him, and it was never a happy occasion when he did meet the occasional person he'd extracted bills from during the last week or so.

But the day had taken a turn for the better--or so he thought it had, when he ran into Alice Potter. He hadn't known that a small little thing like her was Alice Potter at first, of course; his impression of the Girl-Who-Lived had been somewhat...larger than life. But when he saw the poor small redhead make the near-fatal mistake of asking a Muggle guard for directions to the platform, he had to step in and save her, as a gentleman would. Why, of course he was a gentleman. What gentleman wouldn't stop and help a lady, even if it meant dragging her across a few platforms?

However, running into a non-stop-talking machine wasn't part of his plans. "Um, thank you...we have to get onto the train...bye!" He turned away from the Ravenclaw-wannabe, dragging Alice behind him. "I wonder who else is in our year..."

Without noticing, he knocked shoulders with another first-year--a girl with long, curly brown hair. Realizing his absent-mindedness, he turned to her with an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going..."

Valentina Esparza | Platform 9 ¾

Arriving at the train station, Valentina tried to calm her nerves by searching among the crowds of Muggles for anybody, everybody who might be heading to platform 9 3/4. As she neared the brick wall she knew by instruction would lead her to the platform, it became easier to distinguish them among the crowd.

Some of them were obvious, loitering around the train station with trunks and animal cages and looking lost and helpless. Valentina and her family, however, were dressed immaculately and inconspicuously. They were all wearing Muggle clothes, but her parents towered over her with the stature of large black birds. Their long black coats nearly trailed all the way to the floor, and her mother’s hair was bound in a bun and covered with a large decorated hat from the Victorian era.

It was a dull grey day and she tried not to look up at the dismal dark clouds, instead distracting herself with the nerve-wracking but exhilarating prospect of finally arriving at Hogwarts. She also tried to avert her gaze from the Muggle-borns for whenever she let focus drift in their direction, her mother would catch her gaze every so often and follow it to the helpless child where they would stand quivering as Mrs Esparza cast them a filthy look. Instead she focused on the less conspicuous crowd, a stream of people slowly and gradually slipping into the area which would lead them to the platform. The paused a little way off from it, and her mother bent down to whisper in Valentina’s ear.

“You’re going to be in Slytherin, aren’t you, honey?”

Valentina felt distinctly uncomfortable. A strand of her mother’s face brushed against her face as she crouched by her ear. She could smell the overwhelming scent of the magical hair products her mother used to keep it immaculate. She tried to stand up tall and straight and not show her uncertainty. A part of her felt like throwing a retort at her mother, but another part was too afraid of her leaving the platform or practically disowning her like she had her sister, Elle.
Elle, a fourth year, had spent the majority of the summer with a friend. Valentina had barely seen her for four years.

“Yes,” she told her mother eventually. “Of course I’m going to be a Slytherin.”

She more sensed her mother smiling than saw it. Mrs Esparza stood up slowly and placed a hand on Valentina’s shoulder.

“Good girl,” she said, and led her towards the platform.

When she emerged on the other side, her heart was thumping and her skin felt moist and chilled from her passage through the wall. She cast a glance around her, feeling suddenly uncertain, on unknown ground. But as her mother stepped away she felt a certain feeling of power coming over her – this was her world, her life.

Samara Devereux | Platform Nine and Three-quarters:

"How rude," commented Nicholas Devereux in disgust as he eyed the boy who had bumped into his youngest daughter. Samara had, of course, given him a look before swiftly looking away. It wasn't that she was acting snobbish, but rather it was more that she was currently shy. This wasn't her first time to the platform, but it was her first time getting on the Hogwarts Express, bound for the school. And of course, Nicholas was nervous--not that he showed it. He also had a feeling his youngest would be a Slytherin. Most Devereuxes were. "Samara, you'd best join your siblings on the train before it leaves."

Samara looked at her father and smiled slightly, thankful that he had reminded her and her mother that Samara and her siblings really needed to get on the train now. Quickly, her mother hugged her and her siblings and then ushered them towards the nearest open door. Samara followed her three older siblings onto the train, glancing back once to see her mother smiling and waving while her father merely inclined his head. She turned away and slowly made her way down the hall, her eyes on the retreating backs of her siblings. Of course, they ditched her as soon as possible, leaving her walking down the hall feeling a little lost.

She glanced back briefly and suddenly collided with something solid. She turned quickly and found herself again faced with the blond-haired boy with a scar over his left eye. She blinked, staring at it for a moment before she realised that she'd bumped into him. She shot him a dirty look and muttered a "Excuse me" before she brushed past him, bumping into the red-haired girl he'd been tugging along behind him.

Samara was a few steps down the hall before she heard him call out to her, "That was a bit rude!" She stopped dead, pausing to consider whether it was worth it to turn around and give him a piece of her mind. She quickly decided against it. Her father would be furious if her found out she'd gotten into a fight even before reaching Hogwarts! Deciding that maybe acknowledging him would be better than just outright ignoring him, Samara tossed him a dark look over her shoulder, smiled a little too sweetly and then continued on down the hall, eyes scanning the different compartments for her brother and sisters.

She'd only made it a few more steps down the hall before she was, again, bumped into. Samara turned slowly, scowling at the person who'd bumped into her this time. She frowned at the dark-haired, glasses-wearing boy pushing himself away from the wall. "I'm sorrry," she said, offering him a hand. "Are you okay? I didn't meant to make you bump into me... I was just looking for my brother and sisters." She abruptly bit her lip, realizing she'd just been behaving nicely to an unknown boy. "Uh, anyway. My name's Samara. Samara Devereux. What's yours?"

Fiona | Platform 9 3/4


Fiona pushed her hair from her eyes, and looked around. She clutched her cat to her chest, and watched as other students kiss their parents good-bye. Her brother and sister stood with her. Damian had his arms crossed, with a slight frown, and Isibéal was slightly misty eyed. All Fiona could focus on was the fact that neither of her parents were there for the third year in a row.

“Now, behave yourself.” Isibéal told her, bending down so they were on the same level.

“Is, you’re talking to Fiona. She’s never going to behave herself.” Damian said gruffly. Isibéal sighed and rolled her eyes. Fiona looked past both of them, at the gigantic train. She bit back a smile. Isibéal continued giving her instructions, the way their mother must have to her. She smoothed back Fiona’s thick dark hair.

“Good luck,” she said. Damian nodded his good bye and they turned and headed away. Syria mewed in her arms.

“Yup. It’s just us again.” Fiona said, picking up her trunk and broomstick with one hand. She made her way onto the train. She sighed, stopping for a moment to admire the hustle and bustle that commanded the train as people found friends and enemies.

“Move!” a first year shouted at her back. Fiona smiled her cold smile and turned around.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t just tell me to move, did you? Beat it!” Fiona said, sending the third-year away. Fiona walked through the corridor and found an empty compartment. She put Syria on a seat, and sat across from the cat, staring out the window at the families still at the platform.

Bonnie - The Hogwarts Express

Mum and Dad had said goodbye just after dropping her off at King’s Cross, so Bonnie half-board half-leaped onto the Hogwarts Express without looking back, and sprinted down the corridor, looking for a carriage, ignoring the scolding prefects.
Near the very end of the train, Bonnie abruptly turned right, and banged her head on the glass doors.

“OW!” She yelped, flinging the door open, and throwing herself onto the seat. Bonnie sighed. She hadn’t realised how tired she was until she’d sat down.

There was something... missing, though.

She glanced around the compartment, then groaned. Back down the other end train, there was a trunk marked “Bonnie Wray” and an extremely annoyed owl.
Reluctantly, Bonnie swung her legs over, and got up, then sprinted back down the train.

“’Scuse me! ‘Scuse me! ‘SCUSE ME, PLEASE!”

Tiny the incorrectly-named owl ruffled his feathers irritably as he noticed his owner approaching. About time, too. What’s the point of buying an owl if you’re going to abandon it the first chance you get?

Humans were idiots, and he seemed to have gotten the worst of the lot.

Alice Potter| Onboard the Hogwarts Express

Alice woke up with a start. Well, actually, it felt as though her legs had been moving for quite a while, but that her mind had blanked out as soon as she--wait. She didn't run into a red brick wall now, did she? What sort of insanity would have made her do this? As she puzzled over this mystery, her wrist started throbbing with pain; as if someone had been dragging her by it. As she stared at it, her vision began to clear...

She was in the hallway of a train; and she was being dragged around like a limp doll. As soon as her voice began to work, she started yelling. "Stop, stop, stop!" The boy dragging her turned around and grinned at her. She blinked at him.

"Wait. Where am I? What's going on? And who are you?!"

He blinked. "Didn't I tell you my name? I'm Allen Selwyn...and this is the Hogwarts Express. I brought you here."

"...my wrist...hurts. It really hurts." She glared at him, rubbing her wrist viciously and making it even redder than it was. "You could at least have warned a girl before pulling her through a wall, buddy!"

"But...I..." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn't really mean to hurt you or anything...I was just trying to help. I mean, you are Alice Potter, right?"

"What if I am?" The tone in her voice had changed from irate to guarded. "I should say it isn't any of your business if I am Alice Potter."

"Are all you witches like this?" he mumbled. "First that girl glares at me just because we keep knocking shoulders, and now you hate me, too..." He looked up at her, and to her surprise, his blue eyes looked like a puddle ready to melt. "It looks like nobody really does like me..."

"I...I'm sorry..." Alice blinked. She wasn't sure how to handle a crying boy--heck if she had ever come face-to-face with a crying boy! She tentatively put a hand on his shoulder and began to pat him. "Now now, I was just mad because my wrist hurt, is all..."

"Really?" He practically beamed at her. "So you don't really hate me after all?"

"N-no, of course not..." Alice grinned awkwardly. He looked as though he could hug her, and she wasn't ready to start being the recipient of random hugs. "Why don't we go find a compartment together?"

"Yes!"