Welcome to the Ravenclaw House Common Room. The roll is in alphabetical order in the list, so you can view a particular student by clicking on his or her name, but if you scroll down, the students are listed in the order in which they arrived at Hogwarts.)

Tyne Anderson
Prof. Katherine Brinklove
Therèse Calleron
An Chin
Riven Dacryph
Molly Featherstone
Teja Fu
Evelyn Glenn
Kevin Laurence Grahame
Mariah Greenthorn
Iziba Hellion Leo
Taulai Lepora
Irene Atalanta Lupin
Jenni Nguoya
Wilfred Clive Shrike
Corvus Smythe
Tina Thompson
Jane Elizabeth Tweedy

If you're wondering what kind of student I was, when I was in your position, I can tell you that I was brilliant. Except Arithmancy, everything magical came easily to me. Even Potions ~ but then, in my day, Potions was taught by Prof. Obendorfer, and it was fun. Prof. Snape doesn't seem to have quite grasped the concept of fun. Since I rarely had to study much and got good grades anyway (and, I admit, I was just a tad arrogant), you can imagine I wasn't a very popular student, but I did make a few good friends to hang around with. Despite all the ups and downs, I still look back on my time at Hogwarts as one of the best times of my life, and I know you will, too. Eventually.

As for my credentials, you can see them on my office walls. But be careful not to get too close to the pictures of the dragons. I've only got my favorites framed there, but that's still a lot of them, and they will burn you if you startle them.

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Papa has a ranch on the steppe just abutting the southern taiga, where he raises Saiga antelope and reindeer to support the family. (If I ever have to eat another poro sausage....). It's very beautiful back home, but a bit isolated and lonely sometimes. I'm glad to be at Hogwarts where I can meet so many interesting people. (Being a witch with British Isle heritage, I want to know why you Hogwarts people celebrate Halloween, Christmas and Easter instead of Samhain, Yule and Ostara. Where's your sense of tradition?)

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I was born in France, as a muggle. I lived there until I was three; then my parents (Who were still in college) moved to England for foreign study. They found well paying jobs, and decided to stay. My father is an engineer, my mother is a teacher at a muggle school. They aren't too fond of magic, they say it breaks all the rules of science. I thought so too, for most of my first year at Hogwarts. Then it started to make sense. Now I'm not sure I could live without magic.

Overall, I'm a pretty bright student. And I know I am. The problem is, I don't do my work very well because I hurry through it. I know I'll pass the test, so why bother to study? I try to remain optimistic at all times, and sometimes manage to get on my friends nerves. I also have an amazing tendancy to be extremely, erm... Hyper.

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My father was rumoured to be a deatheater, but he got turned in. I don't know if my mother is scared he isn't really dead and will come back, or if she was in league with him and is scared they'll catch her next, or if she just..flipped out when they told her he'd been executed for his crimes. He left us pretty well off though. Well enough to keep moving around. She doesn't have a lot to do with me really. She doesn't seem to care much what I do, only what I don't do. Like shapeshifting. I'm an animagus-registered, but you don't need to spread it around. My mother forbids me to practice at all or fly, but it just kinda happens on accident when I get scared. Some kid corners me to pick on 'the new kid' and the next minute *poof* I'm a stupid crow. I wish I could turn into a raven at least... they're prophetic and powerful, but I just turn into a crow. I think my mother thinks it's a bad sign or something, and she complains I look too much like my father. I don't even remember him. I don't remember anything but moving around since forever. Mebbe someday it'll be different. I hope.

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I come from a muggle family; my dad was the Chinese ambassador to India (now a diplomat to England) and my mum was an English language lecturer and is half Indian, half Zambian and she does have some Avatar blood from way way way back. They met while studying in Oxford, got married, moved back to India when my father was posted there and I was born in New Delhi. When I was five we migrated to London where I attended the International School (for muggles) and I realized that I had the third eye; like my nickname I could see things before they happened to people. However it only gets triggered by adrenaline surges and I can only see the futures of those I am close to.

So that's how I got to Hogwarts. Ironically my worst subject is Divination; I can't adapt to Prof. Trelawney's (sp?) style of teaching the subject. It never works for me.

And because of my allergies I can never enjoy a single Care for Magical Creatures lesson...sigggghhh

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My father, on the other hand, is a highly adventurous Muggle of various Scandinavian heritage, and how he met and married my mother is still a mystery to me. ;-) I've travelled a good deal with him to mostly southern hemisphere locales - Africa, Australia, South America. That's how I got Paka and my wand. On our various travels through Africa, my dad, on the spur of a moment, got me a little female caracal cub for my birthday. We've had a heck of a time with care and training and customs since. ;-)

That August before my first year my parents and I were on a magical safari trip in Kenya on an unplottable preserve (my mum agreed to come along since it was relating to magical beasts), handling runespoors, observing tebos, erumpents, and, from a great distance, a nundu, when a scops owl dropped an invite to Hogwarts in our jeep. My mother wanted to prepare a.s.a.p., so we went to an African wizarding strip of shops, one of which was Fimboa Kaimah, or Wands of Kaimah. Kaimah was a petite African witch from a long line of voodoo artisans. She spent most of her life studying "cleaner" magic - enough to make high quality African wands and open her own shop. As I tried them out, though, it clear enough that some of these wands were a bit dodgy, still having traces of voodoo magic in them, I suppose.

Then Kaimah took out a spectacular specimen - made of beautiful bubinga wood, a reddish lavender colour with dark purple and red banding. I'd seen bubinga made for Muggle tool handles and such before. Then she said this wand was made with a nundu whisker at the core. My parents were shocked - not only are nundus arguably the most dangerous magical beasts in the world, but to collect body parts from them was sheer madness. Kaimah reassured them that any rare nundu pieces she possessed were from the famous Nairobi nundu of 1920. Numerous fatalities had occurred because of this nundu and its breath lurking on the outskirts of Nairobi. A massive undertaking of wizard power then happened to control the beast before it attacked the city. 147 wizards and witches from the African Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures could not budge the beast to leave the area, so using a large amount of various fatal hexes and curses, they killed the beast and performed Memory Charms on many citizens of Nairobi.

Kaimah's mother, a very prominent voodoo priestess of the area, persuaded the Department to, for a hefty fee, let her take a small amount of body parts from the nundu before it was confiscated away. The nundu may be highly dangerous, but it possessed unbelievable magical properties that were the envy of many, especially African, wizards. It was one of these coveted whiskers that was in the wand Kaimah showed me. I took hold of it and it reacted wildly - clearly this controversial wand was the one for me.

So it is until now - I use my wonderful wand for almost everything in Hogwarts - even if I feel too lazy to pick up that book two feet away on my bedstand. ;-) I leave Hogwarts every year during vacations to go cavorting around the world with my dad, who is just fine with the idea that his wife and daughter are witches. If I’m not slaving away at homework, I’m reading, writing, sketching, playing with Paka, flying my Firebolt around the grounds (my father insists on having the best in wizard transportation for his girl - he knows Muggle transport well enough), or telling stories of the Muggle world to a rapt audience in the Ravenclaw common room. I spend enough time with my dad that I feel more like a Muggle, but am perfectly at home with the witch existence. ;-)

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