it's maggie.

magnolia caroline grace steward. maggie. 17. american. apparently related to important people. make them hear you.

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astridflint‌:

Astrid’s eyes had enlargened the moment her eyes had set forth upon Maggie, the way from her seemingly effortless grace to her obvious beauty. Her lips forming to part a perfect ‘o’ as she gazed at the girl before her, she began to timidly reply, “You’re too kind. My name is Astrid, pleasure to meet you Maggie.” How had she never met the girl before? Perhaps she was a recent transfer, her American accent slightly giving away that she hadn’t always attended Hogwarts before.

Her accent was intoxicating, and Maggie couldn’t help but grin and let out a small giggle after she introduced herself. Were all of the girls at Hogwarts this gorgeous? No, no. It was just Astrid, she was sure of that. “Astrid... Astrid. Well I know we just met and all, and this might be very wrong of me to say, but I’d just love to dance with you.” Astrid was quite a bit taller than her, she realized, but most people were, so perhaps it wouldn’t go all that terribly.

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astridflint‌:

WHO: Astrid Flint & Maggie Steward. WHEN: Saturday, March 18th, 1978. WHERE: The Room of Requirement.

Astrid’s eyes enlarged as she entered the room, awed by the decorations that had been set up by the famous party trio, cautiously avoiding the various couples as she made her way to get herself a drink. Yet just as she was about to pass through to look for Reg — someone who she actually knew in the midst of these individuals, a certain blonde haired individual began to catch her attention. Mouth slightly opened in wonder at the beauty of the girl, she moved slowly towards them as she stated softly, “Excuse me — but you’re just the most gorgeous human I’ve ever seen.”

Magnolia Caroline Grace had always been a social butterfly, and a move to England and drab clothes were certainly not going to change that. For being a secret party, the hosts had certainly blabbed about it enough, and after figuring out just how to get into the Room of Requirement, Maggie had graciously accepted a drink, before setting her eyes on the crowd. It wasn’t long before her eyes landed on a brunette, and Maggie could have sworn her stomach dropped out of her in that instant.

She made her way over as quickly as she could. “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing. And stunning.” She was still meeting the Hogwarts student body - how had she missed her?! “I’m Magnolia. Most people just call me Maggie though... you can pick.”

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savannah-wilkinson‌:

“Oh Maggie, you have absolutely no idea!” Savannah sighed pulling away from her friend. They’d written consistently over the course of the school year and while Savannah had done well to keep her informed, she hadn’t been able to share everything. No one was supposed to know where Savannah and Beau were aside from a select few, and Savannah had been careful to omit key details which might identify her location if someone intercepted her letters. Perhaps she had been overcautious, but it wasn’t worth taking chances.

Savannah’s fingers found their way to Maggie’s robes as she straightened them for her friend, a flash of disappointment coursing through her at the color on them. Red. She supposed it was best Maggie be spared from the horrors of the dungeons and the Slytherins who inhabited it, but she would be lying if she hadn’t hoped Maggie would end up in her house instead of Beau’s. “Miss Caroline is a peach.” Savannah gushed, her smile returning easily. “And of course Mama Ruby sends her love as well.”

Maggie knew that the reasons for Savannah and Beau’s departures had been kept secret for a reason, and she could understand and respect that such a move wouldn’t be made without the utmost necessity, but that didn’t change how heart broken she had been when it was revealed that her friend wouldn’t be returning to their school at the beginning of the year. Now, it seemed seemed pure kismet that she had wound up here as well. 

Maggie caught her friend’s smile fade at the look of her robes, no matter how the other tried to hide it. “Looking at the red, then?” She raised a brow, before rolling her eyes. “Isn’t it awful? It’s never been my color.” She sighed, meeting her friend’s eyes, “And it means we’re not together. You know, it was actually quite the ordeal for them to figure out where to put me...” Shaking her head, she shrugged, before changing the subject. “You’ll have to show me around. I just know I’m going to be hopeless on my own.”

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gudgeongalvin‌:

Who: Galvin & Maggie ( @magnoliacaroline ) Where: the art room When: i still haven’t figured out the date range but something appropriate afternoon

The art room was Galvin’s favorite place to be. Even at times like this, when it was empty - perhaps especially when it was empty, and he could be alone with his sketchbook. He had never really liked company when he was working on something, and it was sometimes impossible to get away from the other people who participated in art club but he’d gotten lucky about it today. When the door opened, he ignored it for a minute but finally looked up, puzzled at the unfamiliar face. “Who are you?”

Hogwarts was confusing, her uniform was itchy, and red was not her color. Suffice to say, Maggie was having a rough time at adjusting to her new school. If it weren’t for Savannah she was sure she’d be in a proper tailspin. Her friend couldn’t always be her guide, though, and Maggie found herself running into yet another round of confusion as she tried to find her way around. Opening a door that she was fairly certain was the way to where Savannah had told her to meet, Maggie’s eyes widened. This was not what she was looking for, but it was very clearly an art room, and she was immediately intrigued.

When the other person spoke, she nearly jumped out of her skin, before shaking her head, and offering a small smile. “Magnolia - Magnolia Steward. You can call me Maggie though, most people do. I’m new here - to Hogwarts, and even England I suppose -and didn’t know what this was -” She let her gaze wander for a moment “- it’s incredible in here.”

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savannah-wilkinson‌:

Savannah paced the length of the entrance hall back and forth about a million times. She’d counted her steps and the stones on the floor over and over again as she wrung her hands. Ever since the attack on Hogsmeade, Savannah had found she grew anxious more easily than she used to, but this was different. How long had it been since she was so excited for something that she was nervous? One of her very best friends in the entire world was transferring schools and Savannah Wilkinson would no longer feel so alone at Hogwarts. Not even in her wildest dreams would she have even so much as hoped for Maggie to transfer to Hogwarts. Mostly, because Maggie’s parents were no-majs. It was terrifying to think that her friend might be walking into a highly dangerous environment, and a very large part of Savannah wished she hadn’t come, but a very small, selfish part of her couldn’t help but be glad for the company. 

The sound of a familiar voice had a grin tugging at Savannah’s lips and tears springing to her eyes as she spun to face her friend. “Bless my buttons, you’re a sight for sore eyes!” Savannah couldn’t contain herself, practically running to meet her friend half-way and throwing her arms around her. “Oh you can’t imagine how happy I am to see you!” 

Magnolia accepted Savannah’s hug and excitedly squeezed her back. She had missed her best friend more than she could say, and couldn’t wait for the hours they would inevitably spend catching up. Sure, they had shared countless letters, but being back together was entirely different. 

Pulling away, Maggie grinned from ear to ear. “You haven’t changed a bit, Savannah Wilkinson.” Maggie knew it was superficial, and that both girls had changed quite a bit over the course of the year, but that didn’t change things now. “I have so much to tell you and so much to ask you about, and I’m positively sure that you’re in the same boat.” She brushed a stray hair from her face, still grinning. “Also Mama Caroline says hello and sends her love.”

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Who: Maggie Steward and Savannah Wilkinson When: Immediately after her sorting Where: Hogwarts Entrance Hall

After all of the confusion that surrounded where exactly Maggie would be spending the next few months of her life, the blonde was ready for a break and a familiar face. She and Savannah had communicated enough over letters that she knew the other American would be waiting for her. Rounding the doorway, her heels clicked with every step, before her eyes fell on a familiar blonde head. She paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath, before she quickened her pace, her grin growing wide. “And here I thought we’d have to graduate apart.” 

@savannah-wilkinson

[magnoliacaroline]

Who: Maggie Steward and anyone When: Her first day at Hogwarts, February Where: A corridor, in front of a mirror

“So... let me get this straight. The staircases just move whenever they feel like it, some of the stairs aren’t even real, and there’s a ghost who likes to just randomly drop water balloons on unsuspecting students.” Maggie let out a sigh as she continued to attempt to dry her hair. “And you all just accept this as normal parts of your school day?!”

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about miss maggie caroline!

Name: Magnolia ‘Maggie’ Caroline Steward

Age/Birthday: 17; May 23, 1961

Fast Facts

American, moved to England like yesterday

Gryffindor, was Horned Serpent at Ilvermorny

Muggle born but has ~connections~

Will end up joining the Order

Doesn’t take your shit.

Full Bio

When Martha Steward II chose to marry a No-Maj, she accepted that her ties to the wizarding world were cut. Though her family still loved her, she began to distance herself, far away from the painful reminders that she did not entirely belong. As her life continued, this proved to be a good thing – with the anti magic sentiments rising in the country, Martha was able to quietly fade into a life that was not connected to the people being hunted. She kept her past quiet, and as generations of Stewards went on, it became nearly forgotten. Martha’s children grew and married, and those children grew and married, and so it went. Everyone seemed to be just like her, non magical, and living happily.

Most of the family remained in Massachusetts through the generations. They were well established and respected, a long line of lawyers, educated almost exclusively at Harvard University. When Christopher Steward’s turn came, he was no different. While completing his undergraduate course work he was introduced to the daughter of a family friend, and from the time he and Caroline Walker met, everything fell into place.

Caroline was raised in Augusta, Georgia, the daughter of a long line of wealthy landowners. Raised in the lap of luxury, she was the picture perfect southern belle. As she grew she became a treasure that many desired, and made her way through various suitors with ease. It wasn’t until she met Christopher Steward on a trip north with her family that she knew where she was meant to be. The two found ways to make a cross country relationship work while Christopher attended school, and at the end of it all, Christopher had a law degree, a wife, and a new home.

The couple soon welcomed their first daughter. Caroline had received word from her mother in the morning that her family magnolias were beginning to bloom, and that evening, she was welcoming her own Magnolia Caroline Steward into the world. Maggie, as she was soon coined by those around her, grew up with ease. Her parents taught her to be a proper lady, and she wanted for very little. She was a sweet child with a sunny disposition, charming everyone she met with a smile and her wide eyes.

It was at age ten that Maggie’s life began to change. Her mother was found to be expecting again, a shock to the entire family. After Maggie, Christopher and Caroline had tried for more children, to no avail. The shock continued when they found out Caroline was expecting twins. Soon, Zinnia and Walker were added to the family. And precisely on her eleventh birthday, while looking at photos of the magnolias in her grandmother’s yard, Maggie was told that she was a witch.

That fall she moved into Ilvermorny, and was quickly sorted into Horned Serpent. She made fast friends on her first night at school, who didn’t seem to care that her family had no magic. As the first week of school was winding down though, Maggie’s world was once again turned on its head. She was called to the headmaster's office and dutifully went, brain wracking for any memory of a rule she may have broken. What was waiting for her sent the entire American wizarding community into a tailspin.

Maggie’s entire family line had been traced back, showing that she was a direct descendent of Martha Steward II, and through her, James Steward and Isolt Sayre. This linked her to Salazar Slytherin as well, and in a few brief moments, the young girl felt her entire world shift. There were suddenly reporters attempting to show up at the school, and owls coming in almost daily with requests for interviews. The staff of Ilvermorny helped her to handle it, and attempted to aid her as she tried to settle back into a normal school life.

Her parents were kept unaware of the weight their connection, only told that more information had been discovered on their ancestors were in fact connected to the wizarding world, explaining Maggie’s previously unanswerable development of magic. As time went on, Maggie was not unaware of the tensions rising within the wizarding world.

With the ringing in of 1978 came the ringing in of another change in the life of the Steward family. Christopher was offered a promotion in the law firm, but this promotion required a move to London. Her parents immediately began making plans for the move, much to Maggie’s avail – she knew how things were going on the other side of the world, and knew the dangers that lie there for not only her, but her entire family. She was beginning to notice signs of magic in both of her siblings, and wanted to stay as far away from England as possible.

Christopher and Caroline did not agree, though, and by mid February, the family was ready to move. Maggie was faced with turmoil – if she stayed and finished her education at Ilvermorny, she would be far away from the twins, who were potentially entering a dangerous situation as magical children of non magical parents. If she went, she would potentially be putting her own self in harm’s way. When all was said and done, she accompanied her parents, and started her final months of schooling at Hogwarts.

From the moment she stepped foot in the castle there was debate surrounding her. In the Headmaster’s Office the Sorting Hat faced conflict. Maggie’s ancestry should have immediately placed her in Slytherin. It was the house of her family, and the girl had plenty of ambition to boot. But, she was still a muggle born, and after much consideration and discussion, it was decided that she would spend her few months at Hogwarts in the Gryffindor house. She had already shown immense bravery in her choices, and it was easy to see the lion’s heart beating inside of her. Still, there were whispers about her. An heir of Salazar Slytherin should have been placed in his house.

For her own part, Maggie tried to shrug off the whispers that seemed to accompany her everywhere she went. She was happy to be back with her longtime friend Savannah, even if their houses still separated them. With only a few months of schooling left, it seemed that she could handle anything that might come her way, and make decisions for the future after graduation.

Life is not so easy for Magnolia Caroline Steward, though. The world is in turmoil and sides have been clearly drawn. Something is stirring within her, and while she cannot identify it just yet, it is what will cause her to take her own stand, and make her own name.