Half-blooded Ravenclaw named Valerie, with a passion for Astronomy.
Wand: 13 inches, Hazel wood, dragon core, unyielding.
Patronus: Granian Winged Horse
(Magical Law Enforcement) Being a law-witch isn’t exactly easy. I did well in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions, but Hogwarts doesn’t have a class that covers social interactions. Not that it’s necessary on the job, but it would definitely help. One time I had been called the Leaky Cauldron to break up a bar fight, and that was just a disaster. One of the combatants, a drunk older wizard, set my cloak on fire while the other one blasted me into a stand of Filibuster’s Fireworks. It took the Obliviators hours to sort out, and I was stuck in negotiation classes for a month. Of course I did manage to convince a gang of goblins to hand over their ill-gotten goods, but the dung of illegally bred dragons still fills my nightmares.
[Actual bio/backstory coming soon. Ish.]