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( cis woman | she/her/hers | minatozaki sana ) —— isn’t that PANDORA LOVEGOOD? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be in GRYFFINDOR but apparently they now work as a SPELL DESIGNER APPRENTICE. sybill once said that they reminded her of color mismatched patches on worn jeans, neon bandaids on knees and knuckles, a mischievous smirk dancing on lips, large aviator eyeglasses crooked from falling asleep at her desk, stacks of books filled with notes haphazardly organized on tables and stools, rapidly shaking a present to try and figure out what’s inside, which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit CHILDISH, IMPULSIVE and INNOVATIVE , they’re TWENTY ONE now but some things never change! i wonder how being a MUGGLEBORN is affecting them after school, especially now they’re ab ORDER OF THE PHOENIX AGENT? i guess only time will tell…

Profile is here. Anything else is under the cut as a tldr as i sit to down to fully write her backstory and a bit about me, her mun.

hello! im going to start this off by talking about my favorite subject: ME! My name is Angela. I am in the CST, but that means nothing because my sleep schedule doesn’t exist and I am 25. Pandora was an impulse pick up a little earlier this year and I’ve adored every moment of writing for her. I just hope that everyone loves her back. If you see any turtle emojis, that likely me. and once in a while you’ll see my cat’s lovely contributions in the tags as she rolls into my laptop to help me write replies.

Personality

Slow down? Never heard of her. Thinking before acting? Hell no. That takes up valuable time of learning new things and having new experiences. Tends to jump into things with both feet.

Childlike curiosity. Can and will try everything. But she’s very openminded because of this.

Loves very hard, but also has 0 tolerance for elitists and bigots. Actively plays up the dumb and ignorance muggleborn with them.

Loves to create things like art projects and such, but has no real artistic talent. Though, she’s good at modifying her own clothes.

Biography

Born in America, but her family moved to the country side of Ireland when she was just a child with the rise of New Ageism. Hasn’t been to America since and doesn’t remember much of it. Comes from a large family and the second eldest (eldest daughter though), 3 sisters and 3 brothers.

Not long after her arrival into Ireland, her magic started to show through. Some things never change. It has always been explosive and used for various different pranks on her siblings. But it was difficult to control. Despite their ignorance to magic, eventually her parents were met by curious people from the Ministry to let them know that their daughter was magical. While her other siblings were homeschooled, Pandora attended a magical primary school (one that would take on a muggleborn student) to help manage her magic. Her parents covered it up as a magnet school for the intellectually gifted.

And she was extremely gifted at magic. Anything that required spellcasting, Pandora excelled at. Which, as she got older, only made her think that the elitists were completely illogical in their stances. If she was a muggleborn and inferior, why was she on par if not better than most of the pureblood wixen she knew?

Pandora knew next to nothing about the houses going into Hogwarts. The hat deliberated on how she could fit so many houses, but was cut off by her saying she just wanted to be in some house so she could eat. Immediately after, she was sorted into Gryffindor.

With the bubbling of war since her graduation and finding a position as an apprentice to a spell designer, Pandora can’t help, but feel the need to protect people like her family as well as fellow muggleborns with the rise of something dark.

Extras

Wand is also a chaotic mess too. Actively has to talk to it to get it to do what she wants half the time. Her name is Eris.

Only fear she has is of total darkness. Otherwise, she’s the kind to just pick up a spider and holding at people.

Former quidditch keeper for the Gryffindor team. She wasn’t great, but she was a good sportsman.

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    ☁️         something gentle blooms from within xenophilius as pandora’s words reach his ears. he watches her speak with hope-filled eyes, the corners of his lips easing out into a tender-lipped smile as he responds —— “ oh, no, i don’t believe that water would drown the wrackspurts. ” he first says, hoping to reassure pandora. “ my reasoning being that their relationship to all manner of elements differs so very greatly from ours. as opposed to food as we know it, wrackspurts devour every inkling of happiness for nourishment ; trying to fill their sorrowful souls. rather than air, and carbon dioxide, wrackspurts breathe in your most precious dreams, and breathe out sorrow and woebegone thoughts. they sleep in tiny little houses made out of hair and earwax, and they recoil at the first sound of a melodious tune ; burrowing deeper. taking shelter. so while being submerged in water may prove lethal for humans, i feel as though it may not pose the same danger to wrackspurts. ” as xenophilius explains each and every little thought and inkling which crosses his mind, he finds himself startled once again ; for how open he felt whenever he found himself in pandora’s company. pandora seemed to transport xenophilius’ spirit to a warmer, more sunblessed place ; even as his physical presence resided confined within these looming and ancient castle walls.

    as if pandora could read xenophilius’ thoughts, word for word, she begins walking —— taking off ; as if journeying to a brighter place un-eclipsed by the moment of sadness which had momentarily filled this corridor. xenophilius follows where she leads ; catching up, closing the distance between them with a few long paces, easing into the gentlest of smiles as he feels like he fits there. just so. “ i’d like nothing more than to present my spectrespecs to you. ” xenophilius inclines, a tender laugh spilling from his centre as the girl preempts his next talking point. pandora’s aura.

   “ i’m in agreement with your mother —— for there’s no doubt in my mind that your aura is a wonderfully bright one, to be sure. ” xenophilius hums thoughtfully, an earnestness colouring each syllable of his words —— “ very possibly bright orange, yes, yes. ” here, xenophilius punctuates the small ponderous space which fills the air between this statement and the next, with one, then two little nods of his head. “ but what colour do you feel your aura is, pandora ? the world may see you one way, or another —— but at the end of the day i believe that perhaps no one knows who we truly are, but ourselves alone. ” 

Them not being able to be drowned would be a good thing, but pushing them further into anyone’s head, especially Xeno’s, would not be very good. Even as their conversation had continued, Pandora could sense the sadness despite the warmth that etched each of his words. In a way, it was beautiful. Regardless of the emotions that plagued his heart (and his ears), he could still find something to reminisce about. “Maybe the best way to get them out is to listen to sad music or listen to sad stories, poems?” Pandora thought aloud to Xenophilius. Not that she was attempting to correct him or speak as if she knew more than him. Very much so did she understand and respect that he was the expert between the two of them. They were just theories in an endless array of possibilities that had now been presented to her. Each answer only led to more questions, which only excited Pandora further.

Pandora pause for a moment, but a moment for Pandora was an hour for most others. She had always known what she wanted and who she was. Yes, people talked the way they wanted to talk about her, and at times it hurt, but there was no purpose in lying and keeping up a façade on who she was. 

Within this small pause, she looked over her shoulder to Xenophilius. “Yellow, then, if we go use my mum’s knowledge of auras and crystals as a reference,” she corrected both her mother and Xenophilius. “Energetic, childish, creative, free. Orange is usually self-centered. I’m a lot of things, but that is one thing I know I’m not. Or maybe I’m partial because its my favorite, but yellow I think suits me better.”

Taking time to think was never on Pandora’s agenda. The mere suggestion of it caused her to wrinkle her nose at Xeno. “But, if we dwell too much on ourselves, how are we going to see everything there is in life?” she asked Xeno with a tilt of her head. To her, there was too much to see, to much to try, and too much to experience. There was no way all of that could happen, especially if she spent too much time worrying about knowing herself. “There are already too few hours in the day to explore the rest of the world outside our heads, let alone what is in them.”

And with that, she turned on her heels and continued onwards. “Will I need one of these glasses made special for me?” Pandora asked with almost too much excitement in her voice. The thought of seeing Xeno craft one or, perhaps even better, being allowed to craft one herself tickled her with delight.

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I’m totally getting this!

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