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Name: Misha Firenze.
Age: 18.
Year & House: Seventh, Gryffindor.
Hometown: Moscow, Russia.
Bio: Misha, Misha, Misha. The joker of the school, he never been serious in his whole, not that he cares much. If he had it his way, he probably make it so no one ever would be. It was fine the first few years, and now everyone's tried of his incessant need to never get anything done unless someone forces him too do it. It's time for him to take life seriously, because he wont be at school forever and when he does, he's bound to get a shock.
Model: Ben Barnes.
Taken by: open.
 
~short story coming!~

Name: Naomi Waters
Nickname: Nem
Age: 17
Year & House: Sixth, Slytherin
Hometown: Dublin, Ireland
Bio: Naomi looks like a typical Slytherin at first glace, but that is not the case. She's probably the sweetest Slytherin you will meet, though that doesn't mean she isn't ambitious or cunning, she's just better at deflecting the cross fire away from the people she likes. Coming from a long line of Slytherin's it no wonder she wanted to be different from the rest of her family. And, she sure has achieved it, even if it means she will be surely disowned if she keeps it up.
Model: Sky Ferreira
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- Wand: 11'' Hawthorn, inflexible
- Wand Core: Augurey tail feather
- Broom: Nimbus 2001
- Skills: DADA, Charms, Quidditch, eavesdropping
- Skilled Quidditch Positions: Beater/Chaser
- Boggart: Her overbearing, supremacist, Pureblood grandmother.
- Patronus: Panther - it is just as calculating and cunning as she is.
- Animagi: A small black kitten her brother gave her for her seventeenth birthday named Felix.
 
ϟ Short Story ϟ
Nem sighed and made her way down the grand staircase towards the Great Hall. She was the only upper year Slytherin staying at the castle over Christmas. Her wild blonde hair was piled haphazardly atop her head, bouncing with every step. Before she could enter the Great Hall, Peeves intercepted her.
"Miz Waaaaters, Miz Waaaaaters! All alone on Christmas morning are we?" The ghost cackled.
Naomi stopped and grimaced at the harsh cries of the little fiend.
"What I do with my holidays is none of your concern, Peeves. Now get out of my way before I set the Baron on you," Naomi said quietly. She wasn't bluffing. While her human friends were few, Nem had become quite close with the scores of ghosts that wandered the grounds. Peeves let out a yelp and fled towards Gryffindor Tower, startling a group of students on their way to breakfast. She nodded to them, and turned back toward the Slytherin common room. Peeves had lost her her appetite.

Skins (U.K.)
Winter
Tea
Quotes
Harry Potter
Music
Nautical
Noodles
Ezra Miller
Doctor Who
Alice in Wonderland
Shorts, Sweatshirts, and Converse
Vassar

Doing a writing exercise! Anyone want to help?
 
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Belle waved at Ash as he left the little coffee place where they had just eaten. Despite his roiling temper, her brother had always been sweet to her. She sipped at her latte before waving to the barrista and slipping behind the counter to walk the two flights of stair to the best hidden bookstore in London. The books were stacked floor to ceiling and covered every subject known to man; Nephilim or mundane. She picked through the shelves before settling down to read for a few hours before the new curfew called her back to the Institute.
 
Ash walked quickly through the park with a scowl on his face. His sister was the only person who could make him feel guilty about his sour demeanor. When he came to the steps of the Institute, his scowl worsened. This was everything that reminded him of his father. With an exasperated sigh, he pulled out a cigarette and leaned against the low stone wall that marked hallowed ground to blow off a little steam.

Age: 18
Creature: Shadowhunter
Bio: Unlike his bookish little sister, Ash does resent his father for sending them away after their mother's death. He takes it out on demons and Downworlders now. His fighting style is known throughout the secret world of London, as well as the mundane, where he moonlights in an illegal boxing MMA club. Ash knows his sister worries, and he understands why; he's falling apart. Belle is the only person he's spoken to in depth for the past five years, and his anger is finally eating away at him. He rarely sleeps or eats, and is hostile towards anyone other than his sister and his elders, and even then is not nearly amicable.
Extra: When he can't sleep, Ash spends his nights on the roof of the Institute surveying the city.
Model: Aaron Johnson