We are pleased to see you coming back to Hogwarts, Mr. Heo Elliot
We hope Year 10 is a pleasant one and Gryffindor treats you well.
tw: child abuse
Elliot is a good kind, most people would say.
He is an excellent student and he is consistently trying his best in all his classes. He is a student who always does the extra credit and tries to tutor others who need as much help as often. But he hides his own secrets. Where his father thinks of him as completely useless at home and how he needs to become a doctor. His mother stands by and watches.
Elliot comes from privilege but he wouldn’t really call it that. He’s at the mercy of his father but Hogwarts if his only solace away from his family (minus the howlers his father likes to send him). Hopefully he can get the grades required to become a Prefect next year…
Elliot is a nice boy, if it a little too naive. Although his father reigns supreme at home, he has become a really sweet boy. He's 18 but many believe he's younger due to his stature and the way he carries himself. He's usually hunched over his books, eyes downcast and tends to flee from loud situations. Embarrassment and humiliation are things he hates with a fiery passion. He scares easily and cries just as easily too. Many think he's too shy or even just too quiet but Elliot can't afford any distractions. He /needs/ to become a Prefect next year or his father will be very, very disappointed.
We are pleased to see you coming back to Hogwarts, Mr. Ryu Daehyun.
We hope Year 10 is a pleasant one and Gryffindor treats you well.
daehyun comes from one of the oldest and most well-established wizarding families, but they have always been on the wrong side of history. still, members of his bloodline have each left a legacy of their own, for better or for worse. daehyun’s father broke the cycle before daehyun himself did, but for different reasons. he was the black sheep of his family for his sub-par performance in school and rebellious lifestyle. when he was nineteen, the muggle-born he had been seeing in secret became pregnant. however, neither of them wanted to be parents, nor did they consider having children even in the future. the baby, daehyun, was born and left with a relative of his mother’s, his father’s first and final good deed for his son (or so he thought). no one has heard from his mother or father since.
his grandparents stole him back from the muggle family when he was only a few months old, refusing to allow a member of their bloodline to be raised by the people they despised so much. still, they didn’t feel very differently towards daehyun; he wasn’t pure, and they made sure he knew it. nothing he did was ever good enough for his grandparents, and one could say they treated their pets better than they ever treated him. one night while on vacation at the age of thirteen, daehyun strayed too far from the family’s vacation home, eventually getting lost in the woods. in the heart of the forest, he found what he thought was just a wounded animal, and it bit him as soon as he approached. since then, his family has referred to him as a twice-cursed child, though they were at least able to hide his second curse. to this day, only his grandparents, the headmaster, and a few select friends know about him being a werewolf.
despite his circumstances, daehyun has an impeccable work ethic; in short, he’s an overachiever. he’s a chaser on the quidditch team, participates in various clubs, and as expected of a member of the ryu bloodline, is at the top of his class. if he’s not studying or caught up with extracurriculars, daehyun is practicing on the quidditch field. he was the first person in his family to be sorted into gryffindor and is ruled by his emotions, known for his big heart and shining moral compass. he strives to make his family proud of him, but the bitter truth is that no matter how good he is at anything or how many things he achieves in his lifetime, they will never see him as anything more than his imperfect blood status.
We are pleased to see you coming back to Hogwarts, Mr. Choi Jacob.
We hope Year 11 is a pleasant one and Gryffindor treats you well.
october 22nd was the day that little jacob choi took a breath for the first time, and opened his eyes to his loving parents who could do nothing more then to coo and smile so brightly at him.
he was born a half-blood, to a muggle mother who had discovered magic on accident before falling madly and deeplu in love with mr choi, a masterful wizard (who by the way worked in the ministry) who had equally fallen head over heels for mrs choi.
for them, life had been cruel and challenging, everything trying to push them apart but they did not break. especially because of their son. who the choi’s wanted everything for. they wanted him to live a life that was filled with nothing but happiness.
and for the most part, jacob lived a happy life. the choi’s lived in the muggle world but behind closed doors their home and lives we’re filled with magic. something that jacob had learnt to admire and want to learn as quickly as he could.
it wasn’t until he was sent to an ordinary muggle primary school that jacob began to notice he was not like all the other boys and girls. and it didn’t take long for all the others to notice it either. jacob would come home in floods of tears, talking about how his classmates would make fun of him or tease him for being different. something that jacob learnt to cope with better over the years, smiling through it.
however things finally changed for the better when he was sent his letter to attend hogwarts. jacob had always dreamt about going to hogwarts, and this had become his escape from the muggle world. finally he was going to be with others just like him, and finally fit in for once, something he’d only dreamed of before. finally his life was going in the right direction and he’d work damn hard to keep himself there.
We are pleased to see you coming back to Hogwarts, Mr. Jiang Nianyu.
We hope Year 10 is a pleasant one and Gryffindor treats you well.
the rain is heavy outside the hospital windows. she’s surrounded by nurses, but she’s never felt more alone. as her baby boy is brought into the world, she tells him after rain, pain, always comes sunshine. she names him rain, regardless.
at the age of three, his mother up and moves them across the globe to rainy england. when he’s older, she says it was for a fresh start, a better life. he trusts that and, though he’s always wondered, never asks why. she raises him with love, to understand boundaries and respect order and authority. she teaches him to be fascinated by the world around him, to embrace it with open arms and allow it to do the same in return. at least some of those lessons carry into his school years.
he grows up well, though. a little curious, a little adventurous, but equal parts sensible and disciplined. he dives into art like an endless ocean, drowns in paints and graphite, canvases bigger than he could even dream of being. it’s his first passion and the first part of him to fade away when he begins to lose himself.
he’s a late bloomer in every sense of the word. his peers tease and poke fun at his still high voice into his teens, shove at his tiny frame and narrow shoulders. he turns quiet, reserved, almost like a ghost — neither seen nor not, translucent like in all the movies. he doesn’t adjust well to anything, especially the magical side of himself. his mother had always been patient, always reminded him that magic is beautiful and that he should be proud of it, but to him, it was isolating, suffocating.
if he couldn’t use it to scare off aggressive classmates, then what’s the point in having it all?
when he’s seventeen, he finally starts his first year at hogwarts, a school just for people like him. his mother hadn’t wanted to send him and he could never understand why but he begged and begged until she caved, always weak to the sparkling of his eyes and wrinkle between his eyebrows.
by now, he’s a character bigger than his still small body can handle. he cries when his mother waves him off on the train, more than she does, even, but once the station is no longer visible in the distance, he wipes his tears and hardens his resolve. he wouldn’t let anyone walk all over him here. he wouldn’t let himself be the metaphorical ( though sometimes literal ) punching bag for another day more.
other students say he’s a jobsworth and they’d be right if he was in a high enough year to be a prefect already. he saunters down the corridors like he owns the castle, barking scolding reminders to those running in the corridors and gifting harsh glares to anyone dawdling between classes. respect comes in waves with nianyu. few people deserve it, but he gives it readily to the morals he hangs his head high on. perhaps his fellow students don’t like him, but it’s never bothered nianyu on the outside. nothing matters more than being something — proving the world wrong.
you’d think that the absence of someone he never met, never knew, wouldn’t make such an impact.
We are pleased to see you coming back to Hogwarts, Miss Minamoto Miyu.
We hope Year 10 is a pleasant one and Gryffindor treats you well.
the last born of three children, it was no surprise that miyu grew up spoiled. the minamoto familywas more than thrilled to have another addition and from the moment she was born, miyu was surrounded by all the love of her parents and two older brothers. dear father was a top lawyer at the international magical office of law at the ministry of magic; lovely mother was a fashion designer, which meant little miyu was born with sarcasm and fashion in her blood.
yet as a child she was always off exploring and getting herself into trouble. she preferred to spend her time outdoors and often came home covered in mud or dirt much to her mother’s dismay. as she grew up, the same attitude didn’t change. if only, it flourished, grew and made her into the person she is today.
although overly curious, never quite quiet and always up for a good adventure, she had come to appreciate fashion, always making sure she was dressed top-notch when teenhood hit her. along with her teen years came the fascination for the opposite gender and miyu found herself flourishing in the attention she received from male classmates in middle school.
mostly judged as an aloof and kind of ditzy girl at first due to her smile-y nature, miyu has always shown great talent in quidditch, something she got to practice with her siblings since a young age. and to no one’s surprise, she obtained the seeker position in the house she was happily sorted at: gryffindor. and boy, does she take great pride in following the footsteps of her family members by representing gryffindor. alas not the best when it comes to creating potions or learning a spell right off the bat, she is extremely ambitious and even more so competitive. she does not shy away from a challenge, no matter the consequences.
We are pleased to see you coming back to Hogwarts, Mr. Jung Owen.
We hope Year 10 is a pleasant one and Gryffindor treats you well.
Owen was nine years old when he realised he was not what other people would call, ‘smart’. The event was not as scarring and memorable as he would have thought it would have been. It was more an accumulation of realisations that came together as an epiphany to him while he watched his twin brother, Matthew, be praised for his latest test scores. No one even asked him what his were, and that might have been to save him from the embarrassment of the red ink that marked him as below average for his age range. So despite his bravado throughout the approach of his and his twins letters to Hogwarts, there had been that deep set fear within Owen that he might not have gotten one.
Anxious sweat was wiped on the inside of his robes as he laughed with the other first years on the train ride in, and the rush of his heart was dismissed as excitement when they stood in the hall. Every building announcement towards when they would be sorted into their houses pressing down on Owen. He knew Ravenclaw was out of the question; a handful of failed tests, his brother and father’s insistence on him ‘reading’ to expand his ‘vocabulary’, and the brazen manner in which Owen refused to listen to either of them assured him that he had no seat at that table. Hufflepuff, although unlikely, trickled a droplet of sweat down the back of Owen’s nape – he didn’t want to be associated with those weaklings. It would ruin his reputation–or the one he planned to create while he was there–and he would have none of that at all.
His gaze darting from Matthew who was waiting with the rest of the first years, and down to the floor, as he heard another Slytherin placement be announced. It was the house that he feared the most. The enemies. The rivals. Owen’s family were Gryffindor proud, they had a bloodline of red and gold. Their mother, a courageous and strong handed Auror, and their father, a well trusted and confident member of the Ministry of Magic. But Owen knew how many times he’d lied, like when he’d told his parents it was Matthew who had opened all the presents on Christmas and when he’d kissed that girl his twin was crushing on in fifth grade. Or those times he cheated on tests, or copied Matthews notes after he’d skipped classes. They were not typical Gryffindor traits. If he were a nerd like his twin, maybe he would have made a list of where each of his actions would fall: Slytherin or Gryffindor.
But Owen didn’t want to calculate the truth.
He was a Gryffindor. He had to be a Gryffindor. He didn’t want the list to psych him out and end up in Slytherin, because he thought he would be.
When his brothers name was called, Owen’s heart jolted in his chest and his eyes followed every step his twin made up to the chair and the Sorting Hat. It would be his turn next, it would be him up there with everyone’s eyes on him. He squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his hands at his sides, repeating the same statement mentally; ‘Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor. I’m a Gryffindor. Nothing else’. To him, it was obvious where his twin would end up, Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Bloodline or nerdiness. He was the black sheep, he was the one who’d let his parents down when they found out which house he was in.
