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"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."
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Face Name: Jessica Sooyeon Jung.
Group/solo: Industry (prev. Girls’ Generation).
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Your Name: Charlotte (Charlie) Jung
House & Year: Ravenclaw – 7th Year Prefect.
Blood Status: Pure.
Classes: Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions and Transfiguration (NEWTs), Alchemy and Suimancy (Elective)
Extra-Curricular: n/a
What are three moments in your childhood life you feel have shaped you?:
i. Floo powder was my favourite smell. My family and I would travel all around the globe in search of what, I could never find, but I discovered my own relics amongst the new languages. Notice how I referred to the past tense? The smell of Floo powder gives me vivid images of my sister and I sitting bare footed, hands clasped, cold winds at our toes where our parents had forgotten the hour to arrive. Lost amongst their busy Auror duties, perhaps? Or as a child, I was victim to the slow pace of lucidness and what could be ten minutes felt an hour of them. I hated it.
Anyway, it’s not so much the smell that shaped me but the memories that accompanied them. Vivid flashes of green before I’d stumble out of a new fireplace every weekend; these were the days. I was brave enough to toss a handful of powder at my feet but not brave enough to face the lingering questions that whispered around my ears, especially around those who knew me. Why wouldn’t I speak up? Well that’s because I don’t want you to hear me. I found more comfort in the adventures around the world that I did the flat we called “home.”
Did I mention the inventor of Floo? She’s a Ravenclaw.
ii. My first book has been long forgotten in my memory, but I owe it the credit of starting me on my path. Maybe Ravenclaw isn’t all about the books or all about the stories, but there’s something in finding yourself amongst printed words on paper. The beauty of discovering words in ways the author never imagined and those ways, all thousand-billion of them, giving light to oneself. Even the thought I’m getting shivers.
But what sparks me the most in memory was a tattered diary my mother handed to be somewhere between Budapest and New Delhi. It told me her stories with words far beyond my wits but showed me true passion, true excitement for knowledge and all it brings a person. Without that knowledge, that self-understanding, where are we? Who are we? Why and what are we doing here if not to discover the answer. Or have all the fun trying.
iii. Opening my acceptance letter to Hogwarts felt surreal. I was two years ahead of my baby sister who would soon get hers, and I could see the ambition spark in her so she could make it to Scotland, too. What I felt in my hands was more than the mere paper but the promise it had. Hogwarts could become home as it sat stagnant, its movement mimicked in the students’ work. I wanted that more than anything else in the world. It changed me. I immediately saw myself making something my own instead of living from the experiences others would give me. This time it was my choice and my time.
And that library. I heard rumours but nothing could have prepared me for the real thing.
What are three personality traits you feel help define you and why?:
i. diffident. Shyness came to me easily. My quill did better work on my parchment than my lips to speak up. I felt, feel, safer hidden by rows of books or engaging my professor in the week’s topic. There’s safety in knowing and my intelligence lets me create my own safety. I don’t need my wand, my wit or my wonder to get me out of a tight spot. My smarts will keep me out of them just fine!
But this mentality never fit well with San Francisco. It was a city of brilliance and I was quiet kept to myself. Rather, a people watcher between those living and it made me feel awfully out of place.
I’ve learned to find the beauty in the unsaid. I can search between the words, the rhymes, the set-up-poetry-undone-by-its-simile to what it means. Really means. That’s beauty, to me.
ii. tenacious. My intelligence keeps me going. My hard work keeps me going. My fight keeps me going. Nothing comes, or will ever come, above my ethics, sorry to say. Even love, which has taken a backseat to my last year at this wondrous school. I will make the best of it even if I hadn’t become Head Girl. Prefect is perfectly… prefectable….
Anyway. I am strong. Words don’t need to make a person strong, nor do the amount of friends they keep by their side. Instead it’s the way they carry themselves.
iii. courage. Courage to come out of my shell was difficult. I may not be as shy or as wide-eyed as I was in my earlier years, but I find courage does not correspond to one’s ability to be social. My courage was coming out of my own shell of my own sake. I needed to push through the fear and anxiety of expressing myself outside my notebooks. I’m not all the way there yet but I’m trying.
I could also use a few facial expression lessons. I don’t want to scare the first years.
plotting
i. Ravenclaw fellows: We’re looking for Charlie’s Ravenclaw housemates, friends etc!
ii. Prefects: Any other prefects who would like to know Charlie is more than welcome. Whether it be friendly, unfriendly or just work-related acquaintances as well.
iii. Tutoring: Charlie is open to tutoring any same-year or lower-year students of any house. If your muse might be one of those, please approach!
iv. Friends: Pre-determined friends would be great because Charlie is an upper year. Any house is welcome!
v. Enemies: I’m sure Charlie would have made a few unlikely enemies because she thinks she’s smarter than most other students. Anyone who would have gotten into an intellectual argument with her, step forward!
vi. Organic: Organic relationships tend to be my preferred, but because Charlie is in her last year this might be hard to come by. Anyone who has an idea for this please let me know! Also, if anyone wants to begin developing different sides of a relationship organically, let me know as well. By this I mean romantically, perhaps turning friends into enemies or vice versa!
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