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"On this day, the thirteenth of June of the year two thousand and thirty four, in the spirit of honesty, safety and the equality of all mankind, the magical population and the non-magical population will no longer remain hidden from one another, but will be unified as one. Rather than withholding from one another, we today take a step toward a better future, as the union of two such extraordinary cultures and resources promises a betterment in quality of life for all. This statute applies to every living being that is capable of thinking and reasoning for itself. Either Discrimination or Deceptiveness in respect to the statute are both considered the highest form of noncompliance in all countries involved, and are punishable as treason. Every world leader, both magical and non-magical, have signed this statute in agreement that Transparency between the respective communities of the world is the best path toward knowledge and peace."
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Character Age: 12
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Blood Status: Pureblood Ravenclaw
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Special Abilities/Race: Empath
Biography: I'm a very happy-go-lucky girl who grew up in a pureblood family. My papa is a distant relative of the late Severus Snape, and my maman is a French Pureblood. I went to a muggle primary school until I got my Hogwarts letter. Check out my application for more info!
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Sep 5 2016, 11:53 AM
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<b>"Mamaaaaaan! Noooon!"</b> Marielle cried out, her chubby, almost four-year-old legs carrying her as she flew across the garden towards the main house. She couldn't believe she'd done this. Non, how could she! Marielle was a friend to insects and she'd stepped on a ladybug and squished it! It's poor guts were everywhere and she couldn't fix it. She couldn't fix it.<p>

Fat tears rolled down her cheeks as she explained what had happened to her maman in French, babbling the story as quickly as she could and begging her maman to come help. <b>"Maman, maman, je tué une coccinelle et maintenant ses morts et je ne peux pas le réparer et aider s'il vous plaît me ramener maman l'insecte à la vie, car il ne mérite pas de mourir!*"</b><p>

Mari grabbed her maman's hand and dragged her out of the wide French doors out to the garden and over to where she had stepped on the bug. <b>"Hurry, hurry maman! Hurry! Oui, oui! Hurry!"</b> She tugged, tugged harder on her maman because maman was being so sloooow! The bug was going to be completely dead and not able to be brought back alive if maman didn't hurry!!!<p>

She finally got her mom to the bug and pointed, begging her maman to save the bug, but maman shook her head sadly. The ladybug was already dead. Mari burst into tears, big fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks. <p>

They had a funeral for the tiny little bug and Mari vowed to always pay better attention so no more of her bug friends died.<p>

*French translation: Mom, mom, i killed a ladybug and now its dead and i can't fix it and please help me mom bring the insect back to life because it doesn't deserve to die.<br>
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Jul 25 2016, 03:07 PM
25 December, 2035 | @Sary @Casey Mullane
Translation: "Momma, why does time move so sloooow?"

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It was Christmas Day! The day Mari's two bestest friends in the whole world were going to come see her and they were going to go see space! Space! Mari was so excited, she could hardly contain her bouncing to a reasonable level. Her maman et papa had laughed all through breakfast, which she'd scarfed down as quickly as possible in anticipation of her friends arriving. She couldn't wait to show them her house! It was going to be so exciting. <p>

Flying down the stairs as fast as she could, jumping over the last few to land in the dining room, Mari rushed over to the floo fireplace in the drawing room. She couldn't wait! Bouncing on her toes, she stood before the fireplace and waited. And waited. And waited. Well, it was fifteen minutes before Sary was expected to arrive, so she threw herself back onto the couch behind her and groaned. This fifteen minutes was going to take forever!<P>

<B><I>"Mamaaaaaan, pourquoi le temps passe si leeeeeent?"</i></b> Mari asked her maman, slowly flopping around on the couch until her head was upside down and facing the fireplace while her feet hung over the back of the couch. She threw her arms above her head and groaned loudly again. <b>"Mamaaaaan."</b> <p>

This was how she was positioned when the floo activated and three people came through. She was so excited, she flipped off the couch and didn't get enough push when she did and ended up landing on her head. <b>"Oof. Sary!"</b> She shouted, from her position on the floor.
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23 December, 2035

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Christmas was one of Marielle's favorite holidays. Her family had combined the French traditions of her mother and the English traditions of her father for a super conglomeration amazing Christmas surprise! Her favorite part besides being with her family is the food. Their Christmas dinner consisted of roasted turkey, roasted lamb with herbs, cranberry sauce, stuffing, carrots and peas, roasted vegetables, bacon, sausages, and bread rolls. Plus, starting on Christmas Eve, they put out thirteen different desserts! <i>Thirteen!</i> There were four kinds of nuts, plus seed cakes, Yule log cake, candied apples, fresh fruit, nougat noir et nougat blanc, and three kinds of biscuit cookies! Mari loved Christmas so much!<p>

Today, her family had taken a trip to Diagon Alley for Mari and her two younger brothers to purchase their parents presents. Luc would just go along with whatever Mari got, because he was tiny and couldn't pick for himself yet. And Mari had gotten the perfect gifts. She got her papa a new cauldron and stirring rods because he broke his last glass one the day before, and she'd gotten her maman a pretty silver chain necklace with a sapphire drop jewel. She'd had the shop owners wrap the presents for her so her parents didn't see them on accident. And now, they were going to meet outside Florean Fortescue's for ice cream.<p>

Mari had jumped onto her papa's back while walking down the road towards the ice cream parlor. She pointed at a witch with a really cute dog, at a woman wearing a very bizarre hat, and at a window that had fake icicles hanging on it with colorful, twinkling Christmas lights around the window frame. It was a white Christmas this year, snow crunching beneath her papa, maman, et Andre's feet, as maman had picked up Luc long ago and Mari was riding on her papa's back. Everything was perfect so far! Mari's empath ability hadn't acted up all break so far, plus, she was having a super awesome time with her family, and on the day after Christmas, she was going to get to see Casey for the space elevator! This Christmas was turning out perfectly. Mari sighed contentedly and rested her head against her papa's.
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Jul 13 2016, 08:04 PM
30 November, 2035 | @Sary
Mentioned: @Honora Jackos @Casey Mullane

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It had been an exhausting month so far. What with schoolwork, Sary studying, and Mari hanging out with her other best friend, Casey, <s>totally not to protect him from Honora</s>, there had hardly been much time to hang out with Sary this year! Something had to change. Mari missed her best friend. Plus, Sary had been super stressed so far this year, constantly stressed. Mari needed to fix that. It was her duty as best friend. <p>

See, Mari was a bit of a prankster, but none of the painful or disrespectful pranks, like when another student shaved their girlfriends eyebrow off as a "prank." She was not okay with pranks that embarrassed people or hurt their feelings, because Mari was a good person. At least, she thought she was. So she spent a little more time on her prank plans, thinking they had to be good, clean, and fun.<p>

Now, what did she know about Sary? Sary was organized, meticulous, clean. She studied hard. She was super pretty, Mari thought. But, then again, Mari thought everyone was pretty. Sary was smart, quiet, and down-to-earth. Hm... But none of these helped Mari think of a prank... Oh! Sary always followed the same routine before bed. Change into her nighttime clothes at the end of the bed, brush her teeth and hair in the girls lavatory down the hall, return and sat on the side of the bed, before climbing under the covers. Sometimes, she would read a book too. But she always got into the bed from the right side. Always the right. It was her routine. And it gave Mari an idea.<p>

Mari had headed up to bed a little earlier that night to put her plan into motion. She changed clothes quickly, shoved some extra clothes under her blankets to look like she was asleep in case Sary checked, closed the curtains around her four-poster bed, and hid behind the closed curtains on the left side of Sary's bed, hiding her mouth and giggling a little. She was laying down on the ground, half under Sary's bed. Once she was certain Sary had relaxed into her bed a little, Mari jumped up and onto the bed quickly, shouting <b>"Boo!"</b> and giggling.
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The day after Marielle had met Casey, she felt he could probably use something to remind him of home. Something to make him feel better about his predicament, especially because his parents had decided he was coming to Hogwarts for him. It had to feel awful to not think you had your parents support for your own decisions. She didn't know what she would do if her parents had decided something for her without taking her opinion into consideration. It would be awful.<p>

Mari had found an order form for some comics and she had immediately formed an idea. She'd grabbed a pen, the order form, and an envelope and rushed up to the Owlrey. This plan would be so brilliant. She made a checkmark under every comic that had been released since the beginning of school, plus a reoccurring uh.... what was the word..... Oh, it was on the order form, a subscription for the ones for the rest of the school year. She also checked for a poster of the Sandman comic so he could have at least one hanging in his dorm room. Hopefully, that would help ease the homesickness a little bit.<p>

She placed the order to be delivered by owl post at the noon meal on the next Monday. That would give Casey a few days to read some of the comics before the newest release was delivered on Thursday. Her parents had given her a small amount of galleons to take to school for things like Christmas presents and they knew she would end up ordering things for other students, because Mari liked to give. <p>

Standing at the edge of the Owlry, she watched as one of the school owls carried her order away until it disappeared into the horizon. Nodding like she'd completed a super secret mission without being caught, she smiled. He'd get a personalized note from Mari with the order as well.
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Casey. I hope you enjoy the gift. You seemed fairly homesick when we spoke last week, so I hope this helps ease that a little. Now, don't read them all at once, or do; they're yours now. There's something else included with the main gift. Hope you enjoy them.<p>

P.S. You'll get a new one each week.<p>

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