been ghosting along.

Like a wallflower he stayed in the background waiting for someone to fetch him, someone more courageous and stronger than himself to tear him away and force him into happiness.

[weaselsking]

08.29.23 | open | diagon alley

[weasleyhugos-blog]

weaselsking:

Ron watched him count with a grin. “I sometimes get to work, only to find that your mum has put a quill in each of my jacket pockets. It’s handy, though–if anyone needs one in the office, somehow I’m the one to come to.” As slightly ridiculous as Hermione’s quill habit might be, it was useful. They weren’t spending their savings on something frivolous, at least. Ron raised an eyebrow at Hugo. “I’m well aware of that, Hugh. And it’s one of the many things I love about her. It’s just easier for everyone involved if, most of the time, we just kind of… benignly ignore it.”

  "But don't they have enough quills there or are they skimping out on that?" It was one of the things that he was proud of when it came to his parents... and one of the many pressures he felt weigh on his shoulders: the fact that both his parents were successes in their chosen fields. Inspirational? Yes. Overwhelming? Even more so. "I guess it's useful to have a quill on you all the time... you know, if someone randomly asks you to sign something for them." he teased, suppressing a grin. He did, however, openly grimace at the mention of love. The two did have their own version of cheesy and like a typical son, the display of affection was... well, it was. something. "She gets mad if she thinks you're not listening though, so it's really hard. You should teach me your ways since you've been with her longer than I have. Should I talk about the elves more or less?"

[hermioneordie]

september 1st, 2023

[weasleyhugos-blog]

hermioneordie:

Hermione gripped Hugo’s shoulder in lieu of his hand. She could never fit emotions into the right words on these occasions and every year, as they got older, it got harder. 

"I love the train too. But they could update the exterior, at least." As early as they were, there wasn’t enough time. "For our safety, if nothing else."

"We have a few minutes before we have to say goodbye. Any plans for this year? Just between us." 

There was this sudden temptation to cling to her, to wrap an arm around her and refuse to let go like he'd done when it was his time to go to Hogwarts his first year, only being convinced to actually get on the train by Lily. He didn't quite understand this moments when a chilling fear gripped him, telling him that something bad was about to happen and he should take advantage of the good moment while it was here. They happened on occasion, chalked off as one of his many neuroses, but at least now she was touching him at the very least, so it wasn't so bad. "Maybe they do update, but they just sort of... keep it looking likei it always has. You know, to maintain the image. Plus, parents like the nostalgia and everything."

He chewed the inside of his cheek, anxious about the question and digging through his brain for the right answer. Was there even one? "Uh... I guess I'm... going to try and free the house elves from the kitchens?" he said tentatively with a playful smile. "I dunno, I didn't really plan anything, what with Quidditch and Prefect and all... should I be doing something special?"

[weaselsking]

08.29.23 | open | diagon alley

[weasleyhugos-blog]

weaselsking:

"And, as I say, yes, you can,” Ron said. “But yes, we keep your mum happy and fully stocked and don’t talk about ‘how she gets.’ Ever.”

"I think she's given me like..." Closing his eyes briefly, he counted off with his fingers, although really, he was far from being able to give an exact number. Or anything close to exact: for all he knew, Hermione could've stuffed a quill between each of his shirts. "At least a dozen quills to take with me. I'm pretty sure she gives me a quill everytime I even mention writing." Chuckling heartily, he simply nodded his head, knowing full well the silent agreement between the two of them that they were not to speak up or challenge Hermione. It wasn't like they could compete with her brilliance anyhow... at least, not Hugo. "She's just... passionate. About a lot of things. About everything."

[aseaofquotes]

Lemony Snicket, Who Could That Be at This Hour?

[hermioneordie]

september 1st, 2023

[weasleyhugos-blog]

hermioneordie:

"You’d imagine the Ministry might update the mode of travel these days. Trains like these appear hopelessly outdated to muggles, if any of them were to catch sight of them."

"I like the train though." Hugo piped up in a soft voice, standing next to his mother and waiting for her usual routine of listing off everything he should have with him for the trip. Not that there was any rush since they were early. "Except for the bit where there's not enough compartments for everyone so you have to sit with strangers sometimes. But it's nice. Sort of really comforting."

[weaselsking]

08.29.23 | open | diagon alley

[weasleyhugos-blog]

weaselsking:

"You think they’d have learned by now, to not leave buying quills ‘til the last minute…"

"Well, you know what mum says, dad... you can't ever have too many quills." Hugo said with a grin, standing beside his father with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, mirroring his stance. "And I know she has her own stash and she says we can all just take from it, but you know how she gets if she runs out of quills... nobody wants that."

[weasleyhugos-blog]

open — aug. 1st 2023 [diagon alley]

[weasleyhugos-blog]

coeurlionrose:

"You know Renly would be good for the Iron Throne because the common folk would love him. He wouldn’t make the big decisions—just look pretty. Though he had absolutely no claim—this is stupid. We can debate this later." Rose laid a hand on his face, rubbing a spot of dirt from his nose gently. "Maybe Neville didn’t reply because you were being a stupid arse," she replied, "he knows you’ll be good at it because you’re Hugo Fucking Weasley. And you’re too damn hard on yourself. You’re going to make an amazing Prefect. Stop being so hard on yourself. You don’t deserve this criticism you give yourself. It’s stupid. You’re a wonderful human who inherited our father’s sense of self. Which is such a shame because it took him years to realize his worth. Why don’t you learn from his mistakes? Merlin, Hugie, if I had half the brains you do I would consider myself lucky. I wish you got to see what everyone else does.” 

She knew that if she kept up with the mantra long enough she could convince him to believe her. It was so so important to her that he realize how brilliant he was before it was too late. It would suck if he went his whole life just stuck in the same rut of self-loathing. Rose knew that if anyone in the family deserved recognition, it was her baby brother. He had such a gentle persona, something that wasn’t common in the Weasley brood. If he could harness it, make it his armor instead of his weakness, he’d be even more amazing. 

"But you don’t have to worry about it. We have a whole month before school starts. C’mon, let’s go distract ourselves. What do you say? Should we gorge ourselves on ice cream? Drown ourselves in Butterbeer? Hannah might give us extra foam if we ask nicely. Or we could go buy another pet. See if mum’s head really does spin 360 degrees. That would probably be the most fun, though fun for whom would be relative." 

"Wait, wait... are you saying you actually support Renly becoming King?! Because that's terrible, you have terrible judgement. It's obvious that it has to be Stannis! You can't just elect someone because a lot of people like him and besides, what's the point of having a king if he's not going to be a king?" In some ways, on the inside, Hugo found himself ridiculous for feeling so passionately about something as trivial as this, for going off on a tangent about who sits on a fictional throne and rules a fictional land with fictional people, but it was one of the few things that could bring him out of his shell so really, could it possibly be that bad? Scrunching up his nose at her touch, he couldn't help but have his eyes dart to and fro quickly, checking for anyone who might be watching them at that moment. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate Rose looking out for him, but as with any typical teenage boy, having his sister wiping at his nose was... well, it was embarrassing, sort of. Pursing his lips as she talked, he didn't even dare interject or contradict her because moments like these are when Rose most resembled their mother's fiery attitude... and when he most resembled their father's common sense to keep his mouth shut and let it pass.

When she finished, all he could really do was stare at her. There was some guilt at the realization, but part of why he did it was this natural instinct in him to be doubtful of the sincerity of her words - did she really think so highly of him or was this all just one massive joke? Of course he trusted her, of course the words coming out of her mouth came from a good place, but he couldn't stop the way his mind worked even if he tried. "Well... I dunno what I'm supposed to say after that..." He fidgeted a little on the spot, scratching at the side of his head as he was prone to do when things got too awkward for him to deal with. "You just sort of took what I said and ran away with it, huh? ... but thanks, Rosie. That was... nice." 

But this, this was one of the many things that he admired about his sister, the way she wove in and out of her emotions with so much ease. One moment she was lecturing him, the next she was so casual and playful, you barely even had time to register the change. There wasn't time to overthink things, to second guess, she said what she meant and that was that, carry on to the next subject. "How about we do all of it? I reckon we can squeeze it all in if we really wanted to: butterbeer then ice cream then we can check out the pets again. We should get a new owl cause honestly, the one we've got now's bound to off himself if we make him fly from Hogwarts to home."

[mickeyandmumbles]

[weasleyhugos-blog]

open — aug. 1st 2023 [diagon alley]

[coeurlionrose]

Rose was happy. It was like the stars shone just for her this summer. Everything had been so lovely. She’d been working part-time at the Ministry to pick up some extra cash and experience, and had done some hard core training to get in shape for the new season. When she had gotten her list it had been the same old, books and robes. Unfortunately, she hadn’t grown much over the summer and wasn’t expecting to any time soon, so she had snagged a new pair of ultra-grip gloves so as better to swing her bat and not let it go flying through the air (and hit a Chaser like it had during practice). 

The first thing she had done when the had reached Hogsmeade was go off and buy her books. Of course, she couldn’t leave the book store without a bit of pleasure reading. She got a book on Medieval Witch Fashion as well as a new murder mystery book out by one of her favorite authors. By the time she had made her purchases it was almost noon and she had to get some treats for her cat, Ophelia. The store was a danger zone for Rose, she always came out with a new pet when she went in. The last one had been a newt. ‘Newts are for potions, not for pets.’ she had been told. 

When she saw Hugo, she made to run to him and jump into his arms until she saw the look on his face. It looked like dad—the uncertainty of it. Why was her baby brother so damn insecure? He was such a brilliant, beautiful human. “Hugie,” she strode up to him, a smile on her face, “don’t you think you should leave the Game of Thrones references to me? Plus, you’re going to make a wonderful prefect. You are stressing yourself out. You’ll be the best prefect ever, I know it.”

[weasleyhugos-blog]

At the sound of his sister's voice with that all too familiar nickname that he begrudgingly indulged her to, Hugo made an audible groaning sound at the back of his throat, rolling his eyes at her and tilting his head back for added dramatic effect. He'd only ever been this way when it came to Rose, nobody else got to see him in such a comfortable space, not even their own parents which probably wasn't all that healthy, but those were issues left to be tackled for another time. Only Rose got to call him whatever she wanted - Hu, Hugie, baby brother, anything - with the effect of a joking complain, whereas everyone else got an actual complain masked as a joke.

Most of the summer had been spent in idle revelry, with him taking time every now and then to practice Quidditch with her if there wasn't a movie to rewatch, a series to marathon or a book to pour into. Truth was, there was always something else that he could do, except he often chose to indulge Rose if she made the effort to drag him out from underneath his covers, when she wanted to try and get him out of his shell and stop him from being so self deprecating. When they had their random sporadic talks in the middle night, reassuring the other of one's doubts about themselves or their fears, Hugo found it easy to believe her, if only for a day before he found himself back at the start. Anyone else throwing a compliment his way was met with 'you're only saying that because you have to' or 'you're only saying that because it's the nice thing to say'.

But now it was impossible. The worries were impossible to appease even as he tried his best, painting on a smile for her now. "You? Leave you with the Game of Thrones references? That's like saying we should let Renly sit on the Iron Throne just because he's had a crown made. You can't just be King, Rose, you have to earn it." he retorted with ease as he looked at her, only just realizing how he was a few inches above her now. Odd. At the mention of becoming prefect, he groaned again, this time making a disgusted face. "Don't. Say it. I don't want to hear it. Hearing it makes me want cry. I wrote to Uncle Nev-... Professor Longbottom. I wrote him a long letter about it and he didn't even write back and I don't want to be prefect, people won't take me seriously at all!"

[radtracks]

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DARK STORMS (acoustic) // our last night

Whatever you do in life will be insignificant But it’s very important that you do it, cause Nobody else will

[braveheartpotter]

may 15th, 2023 || hogsmeade

[braveheartpotter]

Albus rolled his eyes at Hugo’s comment, but though he wouldn’t admit it he actually did feel a bit lightheaded. "Very funny, Hugo. I’m not gonna faint, I’m just… amazed. He’s a great inspiration for any quidditch player out there, so this would be a wonderful… learning opportunity.” It sounded like bullshit even to his ears, but if they teased him this much about it now, Albus had no idea what they would do if he outright admitted that he had a crush on him.

[weasleyhugos-blog]

The chuckle that came out from between his lips was full of mirth, perhaps even coming off as mocking to people who didn't know that the last thing Hugo Weasley could ever be to anyone was just that. Really, he just immensely enjoyed the little quirks and passions that his family had, each person having their own little space in his heart that made him fond of them. "I know I said that as a joke, but I actually am concerned about you right now. You're looking a bit pale there... and all because of a headline." he commented, pointing with a finger at Albus' face. "You know what you should do though, right? For when he comes? You should ask him to marry you. Or just to stay permanently, if you want to take it slow so you don't overwhelmed the bloke."

[braveheartpotter]

may 15th, 2023 || hogsmeade

Albus was about to start heading back towards the castle when a newsstand caught his attention. ”Gonçalo Flores is coming to England?”

[weasleyhugos-blog]

"You're not about to faint, are you?" Hugo said in a joking manner, his face lit up with a rare cheeky smile as he waved a hand in front of Albus' face to catch his attention. "Cause if you do, you should know while you're conscious that I'm going to just ditch you here."

[weasleyhugos-blog]

open — aug. 1st 2023 [diagon alley]

[weasleyhugos-blog]

slxane:

In the muggle world, shopping for school replies was the most exciting part of the upcoming school year. It meant new, and hopefully improved, ballpoint pens, gel pens in different shades of the rainbow, and notebooks that were frankly more fun to look at than write in. Sloane’s brother had practically done all of his school shopping, down to a huge pack of ramen noodles and an even larger case of water bottles. University was starting up again, and so was Hogwarts.

     She walked around Diagon Alley, the supply list in her hand and a grimace on her features. In her first year, she was ecstatic to go school shopping in a place she hadn’t known existed until then, but now that it was her seventh year, the magic was practically gone. There were no pens to be excited for, notebooks she couldn’t wait to ruin with her horrible penmanship and even worse sketches. It was practically the same thing each year, new books, cauldrons, some quills and ink. The excitement was gone, at that point, it was practically normal.

     She had dismissed her brother and father to go wander, and knowing the two, they’d stopped by one of the Quidditch supply shop. While they fell in love with the wizarding world once more, she headed for one of the stores in order to cross something off her list, but was stopped by the person blocking the door. Recognizing the boy, Sloane’s lips curved into a smile.

          ❝Hey, Hugo,❞ she greeted. ❝You all right?❞

The way that he visibly startled, his head shooting up and his body going rigid and stiff straight, eyes darting to and fro until it settled on her, finally convinced that it was she who had spoken up with casual nonchalance. It was only then that he realized the position he was in, the way that he was blocking the door entirely and registered the woman standing behind him, looking at him with a stern expression while she cleared her throat as loudly as possible in an obvious attempt to catching his attention. Reddening faster than the speed of light, Hugo mumbled a careless "Sorry, sorry" before shuffling out of the way, finding himself closer now to the girl in question.

Which made it even more apparent that he couldn't put a name to the face. Digging through his brain, he was more than sure that he'd encountered her already, that her name was known to him, but it seemed that all that worrying, thinking about how dreadful this year was going to be had managed to do its job of giving him nothing but static. Great. Another thing to be embarrassed about... you know, if the 'blocking a woman's path out of a store and not realizing until she got pissed then turning red as a tomato about it' wasn't enough. Asking her how she knew him was just as pointless, considering he was a tall, freckled ginger wearing a green sweater his grandmother had made for him with a golden Quidditch goal posts design... oh, and he fact that he was a Weasley, of course.

Tearing his gaze away from the list to acknowledge her (albeit sheepishly), Hugo nodded. "No... well, I mean, not no, I'm not alright, I meant that... I'm fine, yes. I'm just..." He sighed audibly, knowing that what he was going to say next wasn't exactly going to inspire confidence about him. "I was just.... talking... to myself..." Cutting himself short, he coughed into his hand to try and cover up the embarrassment he was flooded with at the moment, which then took longer than it should when he started to actually fall into a fit of coughing. After a minute, Hugo cleared his throat and did a sort of pathetic brandish towards the door. "S-sorry, I wasn't... was I blocking your way? You can go in now."

[weasleyhugos-blog]

open — aug. 1st 2023 [diagon alley]

His eyes scanned over the list one more time, though familiarity had long since sunk in during the holidays where he'd spent nights obsessing over every book title for every subject he would be taking up that year.

Like he couldn't quite believe it existed in the first place. That there was even a list at all. 

Even now he still couldn't quite get over the surprise that his letter had been bulkier than its usual, containing a second parchment of congratulations on his having made prefect along with the badge that was now perched on his bedside table, taunting him every time he saw it gleam when the light hit it at just the right angle. Hiding it in his closet, tucking it between his clothes, shoving it under his pillow, below his bed, a n y w h e r e was futile, because sooner or later his mum would ask him about it, ask him to wear it for her so she can beam with pride at him...

... but now all that seemed so... trivial. The very act of shopping for school supplies had honestly long since lost its novelty, but it had never hit home harder than it did now, in this year, with all these changes that were happening to him. It wasn't that he could pinpoint exactly what it was that was different - apart from the obvious 'I was made prefect on top of being keeper and honestly I don't know what I'm doing with my life' issues and the growth spurt he'd hit over the summer - and yet something was telling him this year would be difficult than the previous ones. Or maybe it was his mother's worry wart genes playing into effect. His finger scratched at the sleeve of his sweater as a way to channel his nervousness, knowing that even as he stood alone now, his parents were just around the corner, making him believe that they were letting him shop for his things all on his own. 

"Me? Prefect? Me?" he muttered angrily to himself as he exited a store, a bag of pet treats tucked under one arm and a cauldron held in his other hand, absentmindedly pausing right at the doorway to cross off his list. "Honestly, when did I even show interest? One minute you're watching Ned Stark lose his head, the next you're being told you're going to be head... it doesn't make sense..."

[deplvmes]

the beatles lyrics pt. 1 [1962 - 1965] roleplay prompt/meme

"How could I dance with another?"

"I’ve lost her now for sure."

"I’ll remember all the little things we’ve done."

"You say he loves you more than me."

"I want you to know that I still love you so."

"You give back your ring to me and I’ll set you free, go with him."

"You’re the only love that I’ve ever had."

"Ask me why, I’ll say I love you."

"You don’t need me to show the way, love."

"I do all the pleasing with you."

"Remember that I’ll always be in love with you."

"You’ll never know how much I really love you."

"You’ll never know how much I really care."

"Do you promise not to tell?"

"It won’t be long ‘til I belong to you."

"You’re coming home."

"Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you."

"While I’m away, I’ll write home everyday."

"Whenever you want me at all, I’ll be here whenever you call."

"Go away, leave me alone."

"Don’t bother me."

"I’ve got no time for you right now."

"I’ll take my chances for romance is important to me."

"Now you’ve changed your mind, I see no reason to change mine."

"You hurt me then, you’re back again."

"You’re giving me the same old line."

"I’ve been working like a dog."

"I work all day to get you money to buy you things."

"When I’m home, everything seems to be right."

"I should’ve known better with a girl like you."

"If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true?"

"If I give my heart to you, I must be sure from the very start that you would love me more than her."

"If I trust in you, please don’t run and hide."

"I would love to love you."

"I just wanna dance with you all night."

"I’ve discovered I’m in love with you."

"It’s the second time I’ve caught you talking to him."

"I may not have a lot to give, but what I’ve got, I’ll give to you."

"I’m a loser."

"I’m not what I appear to be."

"Help! I need somebody."

"Help me if you can, I’m feeling down."

"Treat me like you did the night before."

"You’ve got to hide your love away."

"How could she say to me ‘love will find a way’?"

"You don’t realize how much I need you."

"Please remember how I feel about you."

"You’re going to lose that girl."

"I’ll make a point of taking her away from you."

"I think I’m gonna be sad."

"You’ll never leave me and you know it’s true."

"You like me too much."

"I’ll admit that I was wrong."

"I can show you a better time."

"I have had enough so act your age."

"Think for yourself ‘cause I won’t be there with you."

"Isn’t he a bit like you and me?"

"I will say the only words I know that you’ll understand."

"Is there anybody going to listen to my story all about the girl who came to stay?"

"I’m looking through you."

"You don’t look different, but you have changed."

"You’re not the same."

"Love has a nasty habit of disappearing over night."

"Of all these friends and lovers, there’s no one that compares with you."

"In my life, I love you more."

"It’s been a long time, now I’m coming back home."

"Carve your number on my wall."

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

Charles Bukowski, from Yes, I Am (via violentwavesofemotion)

[ikubli]

[weasleyhugos-blog]

Basics

Full Name: Hugo Alastor Weasley

Nickname(s): Hugo, please and thank you.  Family members do call him Hu or their own pet names, but they’re the only ones he puts up with. Anyone else who isn’t close to him would get an exasperated sigh before he begrudgingly acknowledges them.

Title: The Cowardly Lion, Deer in the Headlights, Baby Weasley

Age: 15

Birthday: August 24th

Species: Human

Nationality: English

Sex: Male

Gender: Cisgender

Preferred Pronoun(s): He/his

Romantic Orientation: Heteroromantic? Maybe

Sexual Orientation: Figuring it out. come back in a bit.

Religion: Is Doctor Who a religion? If so, yes.

Occupation: Fifth year student at Hogwarts; Dumbledore’s Army

Status: Not yet active

Fandom: (Next Gen) Harry Potter; Canon

Face Claim: Cameron Monaghan

Relationships

Birth Order: Second and youngest. Only son

Parents: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger

Siblings: Rose is a butt Weasley

Family: OKAY SO. The Weasleys. Victoire, Dominique, Louis Weasley; Molly II and Lucy; Fred II and Roxanne; James Sirius, Albus Severus and Lily Luna Potter (if i forgot anyone please let me know because h o n e s t l y so many jfc)

Significant Other(s): HAHAHAHAHA. Sorry, what?

Children: Long ways away. Mr. Tumnus the cat

Closest Friends: Rose Weasley, Lily Luna Potter, his parents, it’s tough... Jane Longbottom? (maybe. ok not maybe. but maybe)

Rivals: N………… one?

Enemies: N………… o?

Physical Traits

Eye Color(s): Blue

Hair Color(s): Ginger

Height: 5’10

Weight: 120 lbs.

Body Build: Gangly, wiry

Notable Physical Traits: You mean aside from the fierce red hair?  The ridiculously pale skin, the  absurd amount of freckles that litter it, long, tapered fingers, thin lips

Phobias and Diseases

Phobia(s): Agoraphobia (fear of crowds), Arachnophobia (fear of spiders), Atelophobia (fear of disappointing others), Cleithrophobia (fear of being locked up in enclosed spaces), Scopophobia (fear of being stared at), 

Mental Disease(s): Chronic social anxiety

When and how was this diagnosed?: N/A

Physical Disease(s): N/A

When was this diagnosed and/or how did it happen?: N/A

Personality

Usual Mood/Expression: Usually seen with a straight face, almost intimidating if only people weren’t so aware of how harmless he can be. Tense. Hugo is perpetually tense, liable to jumping at the smallest sound or movement, which prompts his cousins to take turns scaring the living shit out of him

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Jung: INFJ

Enneagram: Type 9: The Peacemaker/Type 6: The Loyalist

Four Temperaments: Melancholich

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Top Five Tropes: Apologises A Lot, Cowardly Lion, Hidden Depths, Lovable Coward, Nervous Wreck

Five Prominent Traits: Awkward, Empathetic, Loyal, Naive, Nervous

Misc

Skills: He’s good at making people feel comfortable in his presence, if it helps? It’s near impossible to see him as a threat and he’s so genuinely caring that people find it easy to open up to him. Capable of staying still and quiet for long periods of time. Kind of capable with Charms himself, thanks to Hermione’s untiring efforts, also a capable keeper because of years of being trained by Ron… neither are things he’d acknowledge out loud

Hobbies: Rewatching his favorite old shows and movies (Doctor Who, Game of Thhrones, LOTR + The Hobbit, Star Wars), baking (secretly; it comes from having been Molly’s little helper during Christmas dinners), chess and gobstones, playing the harmonica (an old gift from his grandfather who never figured out what it actually was), playing with his cat (not a euphemism, he really does have a cat)

Element: Earth

Animal: Siberian Flying Squirrel.. or deer

Plant: tbd

Wand: 9/12 inches, English Oak with Unicorn Hair core, Fairly Bendy

Boggart: Entire family dead and accusing him of not having fought for them or being a disappointment

Amortentia: Just washed sheets still warm, freshly baked goods

Patronus: Squirrel

Stats

Compassion: 8/10

Empathy: 9/10

Creativity: 4/10

Mental Flexibility: 7/10

Passion/Motivation: 7/10

Education: 9/10

Stamina: 8/10

Physical Strength: 6/10

Battle Skill: 7/10

Initiative: 4/10

Restraint: 8/10

Agility: 9/10

Strategy: 4/10

Teamwork: 8/10

Musical-Rhythmic Intelligence: 5/10

Visual-Spatial Intelligence: 5/10

Verbal-Linguistic Intelligence: 7/10

Logical-Mathematical Intelligence: 6/10

Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence: 6/10

Interpersonal Intelligence: 4/10

Intrapersonal Intelligence: 8/10

Existential Intelligence: 6/10

Naturalistic Intelligence: 7/10

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