The night had fallen without Pandoraās attention. She sat with her legs crossed on the grass, trying to grasp a peaceful mind and catch up on her work that sheād been neglecting. Though she didnāt seem to be getting anywhere far with it, her mind was occupied with other things, mainly her new interest concerning new and unidentified spells.
It was a new spell in particular which she was creating that had her stumped. Her mind needed a distraction and her parchment was full of ideas she was getting inspired from. Of course, her confidence was boosted when she enchanted the tea kettle to talk to her after performing endless hours for a spell that could animate inanimate objects. The problem now being that she was having issues inventing a spell that would reverse it. Pandora disliked coming home to her tea kettle spouting at her.
She heaved a defeated sigh and collected her things, noticing immediately the light had faded from the sky outside and it was now a dark canvas. It was a clear night and the night sky highlighted all the stars above. Pandora tilted her head against the brick wall that she sat against and stared blankly at the stars above her.
āBeautiful arenāt they?ā Pandora sighed, talking to no one in particular. āIāve always been fascinated by how small we are in comparison.ā
- Rose Perfume - Collecting Mushrooms - The Smell Of Apple-Cinnamon Muffins - Rainy Days - Things Floating In The AirĀ - Baking - A Wand Kept Behind Her Ear - Brown Owls - The Colour Yellow -
There is no such thing as a weird human being, itās just that some people require more understanding than others.
Pandora was born on a sunny day in June to a muggle mother and a wizard father. The warm golden rays from the sun seemed to soak into the newbornās personality as she grew up to be a bubbly sweet girl. Even before she could speak, Pandora was engaged in the world around her, eyes wide open and taking everything in, tiny hands grasping at anything within reach. Curious and energetic, the little girl toddled through life with a smile on her face. She spent her childhood traipsing through the fields surrounding her home, getting to know the plants and ecology of her home. Linen dresses, overalls, and dirt covered foot soles from exploring were her life. Life hasnāt changed much in that sense. If anything, the more of the world Pandora saw, the more enchanted she became with the wonders around her. She saw the best in everyone, found silver linings that no one else could see, and if anyone needed a shoulder to lean on, Pandora would happily offer one.Ā
Tinkering is going to be the death of you.Ā Those were the words uttered from her motherās mouth when Pandora was growing up. She had always been a curious girl, forever wanting to understand how everything worked. While her mother always secretly wanted her to play with dolls and other girls her age in theirĀ neighbourhood, Pandora was always more interested in what her father was doing in his shed. He was an inventor and so Pandora had decided from a young age that she too wanted to be an inventor. Forever wanting to know more, it was no surprise that she was sorted into Ravenclaw.
After Hogwarts
After graduating from Hogwarts, Pandora embarked on a remarkable path marked by her unique talents and unwavering determination. Driven by her passion for knowledge and her love for the magical world, she delved into the intricacies of spellcrafting, becoming an acclaimed inventor of innovative and whimsical spells. Her spells, imbued with her signature eccentricity, gained widespread recognition for their creativity and practical applications.
Beyond her spellcraft, Pandora has played a pivotal role in the Order of the Phoenix, an organization dedicated to fighting against the dark forces that is threatening the wizarding world. With her unwavering bravery and loyalty to her friends, she has become a valued member of the Order, contributing her unique perspectives and formidable magical skills to the cause
In Closer Detail
PandoraĀ hearsĀ things. No, no,Ā itās not voicesĀ in her head ā sheās not mad as most would like to believe her to beā itās the voices all around her, the ones no one else listens closely enough to hear. The things around her have suchĀ marvelousĀ things to say. The stones, for instance, have been around since the beginning of the school, watching students traipse in and out, gathering stories forĀ centuriesĀ with no one to tell until Pandora arrivedā¦and donāt even get her started on theĀ wallsĀ or theĀ desksĀ or theĀ bed frames. Everywhere she goes, Pandora is surrounded by the whispers of the world around her.
Which would be all well and good, if she werenāt such a compassionate and empathetic person. Itās not all stories, after all. Some of these items have sat in silence forĀ yearsĀ just waiting for someone to lend them an ear, and who is Pandora to turn them down. Thatās why people find her so often standing around, head cocked to the side, staring at a door for hours on end. Thatās why she walks up to people, meekly but fearlessly asking them toĀ pleaseĀ consider not stomping around, it hurts the cobblestones and they cry somethingĀ awful. Most people donāt understand her and meet her strange looks and stranger requests with snickers and sneers, but thatās to be expected. After all, everyone else is only hearing half the story.
