𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 ;

her train ride was nothing but madness. she found herself stuck in a compartment with bickering siblings, arguing about everything they could find to talk about. every time there was a blessed moment of silence, that’s all it was. a moment. she was practically crawling up the walls by the time she shoved her way out of there and hunted down the first door with enough room for her. it just so happened to be empty, save for one boy: honey kennedy. she didn’t even think to ask, honestly. she just walked in and sat across from him, all angry huffs and exasperated eye rolls. the conversation was stilted, awkward, for about thirty minutes. it only took one student passing their closed door mumbling some quiet, unsure curse word (likely her first time saying anything of the sort, from the sounds of it) to break the silence. little did she know the self-isolated boy a foot away from her would soon become her best friend. little did she know that shared laughter was the start to a lifelong kinship.

cerelia couldn’t begin to describe the moment she first stepped into hogwarts, her newfound companion close by her side. a mixture of awe and fear had settled into her young mind, jaw hanging slack as she took it all in. her family had always spoken highly of it (aside from the ever-growing mudblood attendance rate), but they’d never truly done it justice. it was beautiful and haunted and oh, so magical. it felt more like home than anything she’d experienced before she got onto the train that had taken her there.

the sorting ceremony was supposed to be a mere formality. every witch and wizard she’d met in her family tree had been a slytherin. it practically ran in their genes; as magic was a natural trait in their bloodline, so too were the traits that made up the slytherin house’s best. and, in spite of her many personality differences with her family, no one had ever expected a different sorting from her. especially not cerelia herself. while she would later hear from several students that they would’ve expected her to be in ravenclaw, the initial shock she received from everyone (including many of the instructors) was sign enough that the sorting hat had somehow made a mistake when, after a full sixty-three seconds of deliberation, it spoke out the word gryffindor.

breaking the news to her parents through a letter that same week that she had, in fact, been yeeted into a different house than her brother was not fun, and neither were any of their three responses.

her patronus is an unusual one; a bat. it’s representative of her desire for honesty, her affinity for close friendships, and misunderstandings that can lead to having a (undeserved) bad reputation. her wand? redwood wood with a unicorn hair core, 10" and a half, and supple flexibility. her wand is as attached to her as she is to it– very much so. the wood it’s made of shows her character as being resilient and capable of recovering from her mistakes

also?? she causes so much trouble and has never ONCE done it on purpose. like her accidents are just fatal mishaps and everyone probably thinks she’s doing destructive shit on purpose.. like, everyone (hello, bat patronus) but when she is acting up, you can bet it’s by kiki kibler’s side. together they’re an absolutely chaotic force, rivaled only by fred and george weasley themselves

just wants to make moaning myrtle feel better. goes and talks to her every day at the same time, and believes they’re friends. she also gets so much gossip from that bitch that she knows basically everything about the girls who use that restroom lmao

girl DEFINITELY plays quidditch. i don’t even know why. one of the lessons she was most excited for was flying a broomstick, and she’s really into it now that it’s Happened. she’s a beater. she enjoys the power trip she gets from knocking other players off their brooms jschksdsd

thrives in potions, care of magical creatures, and history of magic. she struggles a lot with transfiguration, but she’s getting better. her breakthrough moment comes in a moment of excitement, when she accidentally turned her bed into a snake. sorry to her roommate, alice kibler. that was an awful way to wake up.

worst subject by far is herbology. she loves to make potions, but if she has to know how they come about? good luck. you’re screwed

electives (eventually) include: divination, muggle studies* and apparition / extra-curriculars are: magical theory, ghoul studies, and art

*muggle studies brought a lot of light into her life. as someone who was raised to hate everything muggles were (which, granted, she had no idea what that meant), it was more than enlightening to find out that the hatred her family held for muggles and muggle-born witches and wizards was all for… nothing, really. it made her feel terrible, when she found out that muggles are literally just… people. like her. aaaannnnnd this revelation eventually leads to her falling in love with a muggle-born wizard jsdhbcdk oops! cue being cast out from her family for the rest of her life! her bad! she literally never hears from anyone again. yikes !

really, cerelia is an underdog in the weirdest of ways. she’s not brave, she’s not charismatic, she doesn’t even consider herself intelligent. so imagine her surprise when she was assigned to what’s basically praised as the best sorting hogwarts has to offer. she can never quite figure out why, until she’s older.

it isn’t until she’s a teenager that cerelia realizes she’s capable, strong, and courageous. it takes her a while to find her voice, but once she has it, she knows she’ll never lose it again. she steps up to be the hero no one expected her to be, even after she’s lost everything she’s ever known. her heroism is displayed time and time again.

yeah, it takes her a while, and there’s a lot of trouble along the way, but eventually cerelia realizes there was no mistake made the night the sorting hat named her a gryffindor. she’s worthy of that title, through and through.