Full name: Serina May Souza
Goes by: Seri
Birthdate: August 21st
Age: 16
Height: 5'6"
Blood: Pureblood
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Curly and brown, sometimes charmed straight.
Complexion: Caramel

House: Slytherin
Year: 6th

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P E R S O N A L I T Y :

PERFECT.
… If it was Serina herself filling out this form, it would all come down to that one word.
But she’s not. So, back to reality:
Serina May is smart. Very smart. You could even say brilliant. And this isn’t her arrogance influencing these descriptives. The girl has an agile and clever mind; she loves problem-solving and puzzles, anything that exercises the most important muscle (yes, it’s muscle-like) organ in her petite body. The brain. An organ it seems not all are privileged enough to be born with, according to her.
Smart as she is, Serina does have her weaknesses: Muggle. Studies.
Throw any arithmancy problem at her, quiz her on the exact recipe for creating a successful Elixir of Life but for the love of Merlin, PLEASE don’t ask her the difference between a TV and a radio. “They both emit sound and are utterly useless to my every day life, who bloody cares?!”

Serina’s “smart girl” status by no means shadows or even challenges her other defining features: a beauty to rival any veela’s (ahem, according to her) and a sense of fashion as sharp as her wit. The girl is ambitious and sets high goals for herself, easily accomplishing them with the confidence that pushes her forward, encourages her to out-do herself and everyone else every single day. This is probably the most admirable of the girl’s qualities; her ability to take on any challenge, no matter how daunting, and overcome it successfully.

There are some challenges Serina still, to this day, can’t overcome. For example, her lack of patience. If you can’t keep up, then please kindly bugger off. “If I need an anchor I’ll take a trip on Pai’s yacht.”
Serena is usually quiet, though not necessarily reserved. She’s an observer, her sharp, critical hazel eyes usually taking in even the most minute detail. This helps her both excel in lessons and point out her classmates’ weaknesses. A good weapon to carry around.

B A C K G R O U N D :
Serina comes from an exclusively pureblood family. Were they former Death Eaters? No. There was no specific reason for it; it simply hadn’t happened yet, a muggle or muggleborn witch or wizard becoming part of the Souza family. And Serina, with her disregard for all things muggle, certainly wasn’t about to make history in her family tree. It was simply easier to stick to your own kind, she supposed.

Angelica Pickford-Souza, Serina’s mother, was born in Holland but raised in London. The girl’s father, Miguel Souza, is the oldest in an influential family of Brazilian descent. There’s still a thick Portuguese accent in his English. Both Angelica and Miguel work in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, where they first met and, years later, decided it would be a good idea to start a family. Two years after Serina’s arrival to the world, came Marina, her younger sister. Serina loves her little sister to bits but lacks the patience to play the role of loving older sister; for this reason, she tends to avoid Marina (who was thankfully sorted into Hufflepuff) during school terms.

O T H E R :
Serina has no pets. She hates pets. Well, maybe hate is a strong word, but she has no patience to play along and earn their trust. Dogs are cute but that bark is just so irritating, and cats remind her too much of herself, minus the fur that makes her nose itch.

She will literally claw at anyone who tries to become roommates with her during this AWFUL, NIGHTMARISH summer assignment (more like punishment) - a room will be hers and ONLY hers. “I’m not here to make friends. All that matters is getting that nasty little stain of a poor grade on this brainless, unnecessary subject (that should honestly be BANNED from being taught in all wizarding schools worldwide) off my record, so please kindly bugger off while I try to figure out how to activate the moving images contraption.”


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Full name: Adam Nicholas Kipling
Goes by: Adam. Nick by cousins and family. “You bloody idiot!” by classmates.
Birthdate: October 1st
Age: 17
Height: 6’1”
Blood: Pureblood
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Dark brown, almost black
Complexion: Pale
Defining feature: Pointless tattoos scattered like doodles on his arms

House: Slytherin
Year: 7th

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P E R S O N A L I T Y :
It is strongly suspected and, deeply believed by the boy himself, that Adam was a sloth in his past life. And part of his sloth-y qualities transferred over to his current existence as a human. Simply put: Adam’s outstanding feature is his absolute laziness. He’s late to each and every single class every morning. And if class happens in the afternoon, he’ll still be late, as his slothy instincts forbid him from moving at a normal pace. Adam enjoys taking his time with things and will not rush through anything unless it’s escape from a man-eating beast. During his free time, he can be found lounging by the fireplace in the common room. On the grass in the grounds. On a windowsill in a classroom. On the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. Hell, he’ll even lounge on the stone floor if all other cozy alternatives are inaccessible.

Adam’s ability to remain slender to the point of scrawniness is the world’s 8th wonder. One thing the boy’s definitely never been lazy with, is his appetite. He can eat six full plates of food and three large desserts with three cups of pumpkin juice in one sitting. He then burns off these calories by taking a nap on the nearest seating surface.

Adam is more than a fur-less sloth and a stomach with infinite capacity, though. He’s also observant and sometimes even clever. Brains isn’t necessarily something that the boy is known for, actually, his lack of is a more prominent feature. But, sometimes, when the planets and the stars align just right, Adam can and does say some pretty meaningful things, point out clever observations, and even figure out the solution to a problem. These occurrences are rare, but always impressive when seen in action. Breath-taking, even.

Though good-hearted and never resentful or vengeful toward anyone, Adam’s selfishness was what got him sorted into Slytherin. He doesn’t do it out of ill will, though. It’s the laziness. He’d rather finish his nap than help a classmate drowning in the lake. It’s not that he doesn’t care about others’ well-being, it’s just… effort.
Overall, Adam can be an entertaining company to have around. When he’s not eating your food or suffering from sudden narcolepsy in the middle of breakfast, he enjoys good humor, pranks (especially on the professors), flying his broom, and warm cozy drinks like a hot cup of cinnamon coffee or hot chocolate, even in the warmest of summers.

B A C K G R O U N D :
The Kiplings are a middle-class family of Purebloods living in the heart of London. Neither Adam or either of his two brothers (Evan, younger by two years and Geoffrey, older by two years) have ever visited outside of the UK. Adam’s mother, Jessica Kipling, works as a Herbologist and Master Potioneer while his father, Timothy Kipling, works as a Healer at St. Mungo’s. The family has never moved from their comfortable five-bedroom home that looks like a simple townhouse in the middle of the suburbs from the outside. The walls are covered in family portraits and markings on one of the kitchen walls documents Adam’s, Evan’s, and Geoffrey’s slow growth through the years, since they were two years old until now. So far, Adam has beat out his brothers in the race to space (literally as a child he claimed his wish was to be so tall that his torso would reach outer space). Having lived in the same neighborhood his whole life, Adam has a generous amount of friends, both wizard and muggle back at home.

O T H E R :
Adam has a black-and-white kitten named Tux, its name brought upon by the way his different-colored fur parts so evenly in the middle to create the illusion of a cat wearing a black tuxedo with a white dress shirt beneath. A spot of black fur directly on his neck passes as the signature bowtie of Tux’s attire.
For someone with rather poor grades, Adam is extremely confident of his abilities to face any given challenge (probably because he’s honestly just too lazy to think or care about consequences), which has gotten him into some dangerous and embarrassing situations. Like the time he tried out for the Slytherin Quidditch team and thought it would be a great idea to impress his peers by walking on the broomstick while it was still in motion. …He ended up at the Hospital Wing for four weeks, half his teeth gone, his nose broken, and his skull cracked. He remembers the daring attempt fondly.
Also, he’s never had a girlfriend. Ahem. Well, not a PROPER girlfriend. Last girl that ever let him kiss her was Jennifer Caldwell, the neighbor’s daughter who wanted to confirm for herself the rumor of whether boys really did have cooties or not, a task she bravely put her own life at risk for. Needless to say, Jennifer survived the expedition. Adam, not so much. He was heartbroken for months after finding out it had all been an experiment from the girl’s part.