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Nora Selene Gray

Vulpes | Muggle Born | Fifth Year

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a character in “Witchcraft And Wizardry”, as played by Circus Freak

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Nora Selene Gray

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Basic Info


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{Full Name}
Nora Selene Gray

{Age}
15

{Gender}
Female

{House}
Vulpes

{Pet}
White Cat, named Grump

{Birthplace}
Wichita, Kansas

{Nationality}
Muggle Born








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Likes
  • The Library
  • Snow/cold weather
  • Cats
  • Class
  • Wilderness

Dislikes
  • Anxiety/Panic Attacks
  • Closed in space
  • Sleeping In
  • Being busy
  • Procrastinating








Personality

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Nora has always had a hard time being around other people, whether because of her fear of hurting someone by accident or because she doesn't want to face any potential rejection. Either way she is always attempting to hide away her true feelings - which doesn't always work as she can be quite emotional at times. She stays guarded, keeping people at a distance until they prove to her they only have good intentions. She gets really anxious in many situations, even ones that don't particularly concern her. Its easy to tell when shes worried, simply by the way she gets really quiet.


She is also fairly shy. Which is also something that is easy to tell just from looking at her. Always hiding behind something or someone, and keeping her eyes downcast when speaking. She is so quiet most of the time that she can pretty much blend in to the background - a true wallflower. She has a hard time being loud or cheerful, the most she can achieve is smiling - which is her trademark feature. Most people don't have a hard time approaching Nora as she gives off a friendly vibe, its more so that Nora has a hard time putting her thoughts into words and holding a conversation with anyone who approaches her.


One of her redeeming qualities however is that she is kind, and has her heart in the right place. Even if she is afraid to talk to you that doesn't mean she doesn't still think about you. In fact, a small yearly habit of hers during Holiday Times is to make cards for everyone in her house and find a way to give it to them without coming into direct contact with them. Which admittedly is a little bit creepy for anyone new, who hasn't yet experienced Nora in all of her shy glory. If someone asks her for help she always tries her best to get them help, and rarely ever gets angry about things.


Nora makes up for her lack of physical ability with her intelligence. Always reading or studying, and rarely ever procrastinating on her daily duties. Never falling asleep in class, and certainly always paying attention.








History


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Nora grew up in a relatively normal muggle household. Raised from birth by her Uncle Richard and his partner Conner. She grew up without any knowledge that she carried a magical trait in her. Until things began to happen around her that were out of the ordinary. Her Uncles were astonished at the strange things that Nora could do, but they were never afraid or angry about her powers. Instead they sought out help, and eventually found themselves learning about a world they had never known of before. This help came from a friend of a friend who happened to be a Witch. She offered to help Nora learn about the world she would be a part of.

A few years later her acceptance letter to Magnus Grexx arrived. Nora being rather new to this still was fairly nervous about attending a school where the majority of kids would already have years of experience ahead of her. However she quickly learned that things wouldn't be as bad as she thought. Her drive for knowledge landed her in Vulpes, where she has begun to live and thrive alongside her fellow students.







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So begins...

Nora Selene Gray's Story

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Bobby Burkinson, The boy who had it all. He was everything a luscious pureblood family would want. To achieve, a feeling of accomplishment. To rule, a feeling of entitlement. To feed, the crave of hunger. These things are what made him who he aspired to be in the wizarding world. "Why would they leave me? Why would they put me away as if I was useless? Imperfect? a complete and utter nothing.." His thoughts reconciled. The air was filled with magic, chocolate cards and flavored beans being stepped on at the second, and the smell, like strawberries in the summer. He could just taste the sweet treat on his tongue, if only.

Bobby grabbed his luggage, followed by tugging lightly on his pet owl Pola."Oh come on you dumb twig! I didn't spend my last galleons on you for this!" He mumbled a slight curse under his breath entering the cruise as he walked forward, entering what appeared to be simply magnificent."Holy.." His mouth dropped in awe, nodding to himself in secret of the compartment room. He sat his luggage down, cracking his neck with a short sigh as he crossed his leg over the other.

"Now..if only I had a little mudblood to keep me company." He chuckled to himself, watching as fellow students passed by into there rooms. Bobby would have three others join him, and he wasn't one for a great conversation about simply anything so to himself, he was all that'd be needed. He pulled out his wand sitting it on the table next to him, slouching in his seat as he stared at the pouring rain, dripping and dropping against the hard steel glass. "It'll break..eventually." His snickering became depressing and his urgency to walk in such a close space became disturbing.

His ramblings came to a holt, as the woman opened the door. "Anything off the trolley dear?" He responded hastily, grinning with a slick smile that could break a mirror, shutting the door fast in the poor woman's face."I don't need anything from the fowl likes of her."He thought to himself in delight. Bobby was on the verge of being completely out of it. He was a mental nutcase that was entrapped inside, waiting to talk to someone other than himself. With no time needed he exited, walking to the back where a small crowd of student's were.

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Character Portrait: Natasha Daggerman Character Portrait: Waylon W. Wolfsbach Character Portrait: Nora Selene Gray Character Portrait: Abraham Delavergne Character Portrait: Rose Aguilera Character Portrait: Teddy Mooreland
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Homesickness had already hit long ago, on the long road trip that had brought her here to this very moment. Standing with her arms crossed in the sea of swarming students. Body tucked in tightly to prevent any accidental touch between her and those who went by her - like a ghost, nobody stops to actually see her. Every year is the same, no matter how much Nora loves Magnus Grexx she always feels so alone. She finally begins moving, wading through the crowd carefully. She doesn't want to draw much attention to herself just yet.

She spots a few students she knows, not personally of course but their faces are ones she has seen quite a few times. She sees Natasha and Rose among the little crowd and raises her hand to wave, but drops her hand when she spots Abraham Delavergne there among them. She doesn't know him at all, but knows that hes Arietem and the majority of her encounters with members of that house haven't ended very well. Instead she smiles politely and continues on her way, feeling more self-conscious than ever before.




The compartment she is in is empty, Nora is glad for it. She tucks herself into one of the seats. Content with staying in that position no matter what. The rocking motion of the ship has already began to make her feel nauseous. Nora wants nothing more than to sleep for the duration of the trip but the last time she tried to do that she woke up with a pounding headache and felt sick for days afterwards. Instead she digs in the small bag that she carried around with her, she grabs her copy of 'a history of magic' and begins reading where she left off. Even though she has already read this book about a million times since buying it she still enjoys it greatly.

'Mreeeoooww' Grumps angry meow alerts her to the fact that she hasn't let him out of his carrier yet.

The poor cat is probably itching to stretch his legs. She reaches over to flick open the latch, watching him dart out as if he thinks she will close the door on him before he can escape his prison. He meows again as he hops into her lap, his claws poking the skin of her leg. She winces and strokes a calming hand over his fluffed up white fur.

"Silly cat," She says to him. He relaxes finally, laying still in her lap. The vibration of his purring almost soothing as she goes back to reading her book and awaiting the long journey to end.









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For all of his usual complaints Teddy has never been more happy than he is right in this moment. Unlike most he actually enjoys the trip to Magnus Grexx. Even the rocking of the ship as it hits wave isn't enough to dash his mood. He noticed that very few students had made their way into their quarters yet, so he stuck around for a while chatting with various students until the weight of his backs became far too heavy and Cassiopeia began to flutter her wings in annoyance. He quickly deposits his belongings where he will be spending the duration of this trip and returns top-side to continue socializing with the other students.

Most of the first years are looking around in wonder, its easy to tell them apart by the way they seem overly excited. He remembers being that way in his first year as well. Back then he had been a chubby boy who got on every ones nerves within a few minutes. He had made very few friends during that time, and hadn't kept many of them over the years. Teddy only began to see an influx in the amount of friends he was gaining during his third year, when his over all attitude began to calm down a little.

While walking around he spots Nora Gray, looking exactly as she does every other time he sees her. Utterly uncomfortable and painfully shy. Teddy feels pity for the girl, who can't even get up the courage to talk to her peers. He doesn't approach her, figuring his presence would only make her even more uncomfortable. Instead he walks past her, heading deeper into the throng of students.

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Stephen smiled slightly as he prowled through the ship. It was strange how some people just took a magical ship for granted due to repeated exposure to it. Did anyone wonder what spells were worked into this living piece of history? The sheer amount of people who took the same ship to the same destination over and over again for hundreds of years? Really, it seemed that people rarely saw beyond their own nose.

Speaking of people who saw little beyond themselves, he heard the predictable snottiness of Bobby Parkinson and the reaction it elicited in those around him. Sure enough, a group of people began to gather together in a compartment a significant distance from said fool. He smiled politely at the gathered throng before raising an eyebrow at the person he recognized as Natasha. He always liked the girl. She was downright pleasant to be around and attractive no matter how much she changed her appearance. Her abilities were fascinating. He envied her, truthfully. To control a type of magic so rare was something money or influence could never buy. Nor could hard work, he found to his disappointment.

"Sterling silver today, Natasha? You wear it well, as always" he stated before nodding politely at the others. There were some he knew better than others, but there was no reason not to be polite. Stephen pride himself on rarely ever being rude. Spotting Waylon, he grinned.

"Ah, Waylon. Has the Muggle Rite re-instituted the Latin Liturgy yet?" he asked, focusing on one of his favorite topics. Latin was the language of history and scholarship. It was still taught in many pure-blooded households and Stephen thought that Magnus Grexx should make the class mandatory. Why the Muggle Catholics had mostly abandoned the language for Holy Mass, he could not fathom.

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Fortunately, Waylon's attempts at persuading the underclassmen to swiftly head to their cabins had been a success. Every compartment throughout the hall was crowded with kids. Even the fifth and sixth years, as rowdy and slack to the rules as the soon-to-be-graduating seventh years, were sitting down in their seats. Unfortunately for Natasha, that meant she couldn't find a seat of her own.

"Excuse me, is this compartment full?" she asked a group of students who she recognized as fourth years.

One of them curtly rolled his eyes at her. "Piss off, mudblood!" he yelled, swatting her away like a fly. She glared at him, eyes tightly furrowed. "Yeesh, okay then...I will..."

Natasha was not a mudblood. In fact, she was a halfblood. Her parents were both muggles yes, but she had been born out of wedlock. The man her mother had met on that night her father would never forget...that man was a metamorphmagi himself. However, Natasha could never reach that part of the story before judgmental Arietems quickly pointed their fingers at her.

Natasha was a bastard, and it seemed as though her father, as well as the world around her, would never let her forget that. It only made her powers all the more agonizing to use...

Something gleamed on the floor below. The seventeen-year-old looked down, finding a lone newspaper with moving pictures of politicians and celebrities. Clearly, someone had lost it. She picked it up, attempting to find its owner, but the front page struck her fancy...

|{ Dementor attacks plagued the city of Annapolis, Maryland, and other parts of the East Coast said investigators yesterday. "We've never had an outbreak this bad before," claimed 24-year-old auror, Phyllis Dragonfyre. "It was a nightmare trying to drive them away." Generally, dementors do not attack the general public, let alone muggles. However, this case seemed to be different. "We had to do a giant wipe on all of them (muggles), and it wasn't fun in the slightest. Plus, I'm pretty sure one of 'em might have even gotten kissed..." said renowned auror Ted Spittleson. The situation is currently under investigation by members of the Auror Office, as well as the Ministry of Magic. Dementors are soul-sucking creatures used before 1998 to prevent unwanted fugitives from escaping Azkaban prison. However, once Kingsley Shacklebolt was made Minister of Magic, the government use of dementors was revoked. Their whereabouts are currently unknown, however, ministry members fear that more attacks like these could happen again in the future... }|

Natasha shuddered. She had never come face-to-face with a dementor, let alone heard of one before, but she hoped that none of them would be making a surprise visit at Magnus Grexx. Realizing that she still needed to look for a free cabin, the girl opened the first door to her left, and smiled once she saw Nora Gray's ski-sloped nose hidden inside a book.

"Hey Nora," she greeted, "would you mind if I, as well as four or five other friends of mine, were to share this cabin with you?"

Just then, a jolting force rumbling throughout the floor made her lose her balance. She caught herself on the door frame, but Natasha could feel an invisible bead of sweat drip down her forehead once she realized that the ship was starting to set sail.

"Also, uh...it's kinda sorta urgent." she added as an afterthought.

"Hey Tasha!" said a cheery Vulpes girl Natasha recognized as a third year, "There's a compartment open right behind you!"

"Oh thank Merlin..." she breathed with relief, turning around and placing her broom and luggage in the large cabin behind her. She faced Nora again, still smiling. "It looks like we're neighbors, then! You can join the rest of us if you'd like...I'm sure there will still be room, and I mean, in my opinion, it beats being alone for however many hours we're on this trip...but y'know... that's just me." Natasha gave a chuckle and winked at the reserved fifth year. "See you around..."

In seconds, she was back at the quarterdeck. It was a bit shaky because the whole vessel was moving, but it was nothing a person would lose balance over. "Found a compartment. It's a rather big one, so we have to hurry before it's taken." she said to the group, as well as Stephen Schwarz, who seemed to be a new addition to the semi-circle.

"Follow me."

With that, Natasha sprinted down the stairs. Her hair, which started to produce streaks of light blonde pigment, flapped wildly in the wind as she led the group, and in a good minute or so, Natasha took a seat in the cabin, one leg crossed charismatically over the other. She grinned once she realized that her seat was the closest to the window. In delight and calm disposition, she waited for the others to arrive.

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Bobby stood at the front of the cruise, looking on at the sight of Magnus with awe and aspiration within. He couldn't control how much his lust for returning outpaced itself. "Ah, fresh air indeed.. He thought silently to himself. He fixed his posture and licked his lips, followed by untying the knot in his freshly green tie. Bobby sniffed, once and again, finding himself uncontrollably sneezing at that. He whipped his nose with his arm, shaking his head as a sign of relief as he peaked over, noticing something strangely odd, grotesque rising to the top of the ocean losing all hope as his face changed from relief to horror within seconds.

They were humongous, rising in the league of hundreds, mermen and maid alike. All holding on tightly to their tridents and pitchforks. But they were waiting, almost as though they had been signaled. With shock came blood, as the skies lit up in a dash of multiple colors, snakes in fact, swirling around the other, almost hissing like a python in the Egyptian deserts. He gripped tightly onto his wand, turning left to face the cold that awaited him.

Men, covered in masks and smoke. Demons he thought? But he knew all too well for what was to come. Screams filled the air, followed by laughter and spells shouting left and right from one another. He fell down, watching the death eaters board the cruise one by one, filling what joy the students had with coldness, rain and death.

He pulled out his wand, breathing heavily with short pauses to catch his breath. Where were the others? Were they safe? Secure? His thoughts mesmerized and changed, crossing his arms as he hid under the cupboard by the deck, surrounded by spells shooting back and forth. "We're at deck! We're at deck!" The captain cried, stopping the cruise to a halt as Bobby exited. Pushing, following and running for his life.

"Dementors! Dementors!" A poor young girl screamed, pointing to the skies as they fell like rain. Bobby could see the carriages in clear view that would lead him to the school, safe and unharmed. He sped up his pace and ran, turning his back to see an all out war still on the cruise. "Faster, I must.." He repeated by the dozens. He could see it, the carriage just a few distances away, finally, he had made it.

Too soon the boy had hoped. Bobby clenched hard onto the carriage door, unknowingly realizing his fate would be decided right there. A word came..followed by a flash of green light. Bobby hit the floor with a face that had been filled with pink now cold like ice. He was dead.

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Her hand softly ran through her short hair as the young witch passed compartment after compartment. They were all filled to the brim with students which only drew a sigh from her lips. Corky wanted to find a compartment where she could just lay down and shut everything out for the whole ride but her search wasn't looking so fruitful until her tired eyes fell on a compartment that only held one person. With a slight smirk on her lips Corky quickly made her way over to the door sliding it open slowly and slipping inside. She stood in front of a young, small witch who was reading and had a cat napping on her lap. The small witch took up half the compartment so the young death eater set her things down on the other side.

"Hey, do you mind if I crash here for the ride?"

Corky's voice was relaxed and soft in tone but she sat down before the witch could answer then her sitting turned into laying as she used her backpack as her pillow. Time ticked by in silence and Corky liked it, the silence was nice but the movement of the waves beneath the ship was a bit nauseating, the witch across from her didn't look so good either. The young death eater couldn't take this anymore, she needed a smoke so she reached into her backpack and pulled out a bottle of ginger ale she hadn't open yet. She looked at it for a second then back over to her compartment mate before setting it next to her. "Here this will help with the nausea."

With that Corky was out the door and making her way above deck while she got her pink-ish cigarette ready to light as soon as she stepped into that fresh air. With cigarette in mouth and now lit, Cory walked over the the edge and rested her arms across the wood as she gazed into the endless sea. She blew out a cloud of cherry scented smoke into the air and hung her arms over the edge. A yawn escaped her lips but so did another puff of smoke that caught her attention. Corky blew out nothing but air his time just to see her own breath instead but before any ideas came to her head a scream broke her confusion.

Corky turned her head so fast that you would be surprised that she didn't give herself whiplash. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Dementors rising form the front of the ship. All the happiness and color was quickly sucked from all around leaving us under a dark cloudy sky that bared the dark sign. The young death eater gulped as she froze in place. What was going on? That's when she saw the death eaters, the people in masks. Those people . . . she didn't know them. Those wern't the death eaters she knew but she did recognize one by his mask and he was one of the higher ranking death eaters. What was she suppose to do? Her mother told her nothing about this attack but the mark on her left arm did burn and stung more intensely than usual. Was it because of them?

Corky reached down quickly taking her wand out from her boot and held it up as the once quiet air was filled with screaming and yelling from all directions plus the sound of hexes and jinxes whizzing by her ear. Her eyes darted around as she saw a boy struck down not to far from her. At that moment her feet moved on their own and she shielded the girl who stood in front of the boy who was just struck down from a hex. Corky hesitated for a second because she didn't know whether to attack or not. These weren't the death eaters she was trained by or knew but they were still death eaters all the same. Having the girl close behind her Corky wasn't going to let her die so she sent out a couple of rapid, wordless jinxes that sent the death eater overboard and into the water. "Cover me, I'm not leaving him here like this!"

Regina ran over to the lifeless body of the boy and picked him up the best she could. He wasn't that heavy but he was still heavy enough for Corky to struggle a little with him as she pulled his body back below deck hoping that girl was following her. "S-someone please help!" she half yelled hoping someone would come to her aid because honestly she didn't know what to do now. He was dead and there was probably no way of saving him but she wasn't going to leave his body there.

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โ€Not quite, yet,โ€ the Texan replied, โ€oh, but we're still holding our breaths. My uncle, the monsignor back home, says all the Masses in Latin under dispensation from our bishop. Some of my kinfolk refused to go to Mass until that dispensation was enforced. 'Course, there is definitely room for English... when German or Latin doesn't suffice.โ€.

"Quite true. I have a great deal of affection for the English language. With its patchwork of words and grammar from other languages, there isn't a language like it," the pure-blood noted. With that, he remained mostly quiet, observing the others and contributing to the conversation here and there. The cruise was pleasant and he was looking forward to another school year.

Then, an icy hand gripped his heart and everything went to hell in a hand basket. He cursed and gripped his wand as he watched helplessly as other students fell to an unholy alliance of Death Eaters and Dementors. In a split second he had to make a decision. Would he have a better chance of survival hiding somewhere in his compartment or fighting their attackers?

He calmly stepped out of his compartment and, spotting a group of Death Eaters, he thrust out his wand and softly murmured, "Flipindo Tria."

He watched with some satisfaction as the fools were knocked against the wall by a tornado of magic, losing consciousness. Honestly, it was a third year spell. He smiled charmingly at his friends.

"I really see this as an opportunity to cut loose, don't you?"

As he said that, he grimaced as a Dementor flew towards him. He had not yet fully mastered the Patronus Charm. It took great effort for him to produce a corpeal one.. Quickly, he drew circles in thin air with his wand.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Sure enough, a jet of white vapor erupted from his wand, halting the creature as he grinned, his patronus clearing his mind enough to allow him to regain a happier state of mind. Now then, what memory was strong enough for him to use? Ah yes, last New Year's Eve. He had not gotten any sleep that night.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Sure enough, a luminescent snake was produced by his wand. It hissed as the Dementor before lunging at it and Stephen nodded in satisfaction before he heard a familiar scream.

"Schwarz!"

He ran towards the scream and spotted his classmate and the perpetrator, his mask hiding his expression, but Stephen could tell he was enjoying torturing the boy. He gripped his wand before making a slashing motion, casting the first spell that came to mind.

"Sectumsepra!"

Stephen watched coldly as his spell made a large cut across the man's chest. He cursed when he heard a scream. Okay, it was time to lose the bravado.

"Stephen is not physically injured, but he's not getting up anytime soon," he murmured to the group, not caring in the slightest what they thought of his using a dark spell to leave a man to bleed out. He was not going to think about it now. He stepped down the hall and his heart clenched. He hadn't known Bobby well, but he didn't deserve to die.

"We can give him his last rites later. For now, we can make his enemies suffer greatly before they die."