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           THE SHRIEKING HARPY HAS THE SCOOP ON                                    the infamous yoon sumi !

— DID YOU KNOW?

Here’s what our columnist found out about this 23 year old...

blood status: mixed blood lineage: vampire ancestry occupation: student and part time waitress residence: gwishin-dong wand: blue spruce & hippogriff talon  faction: order of the phoenix alignment: death crew organization: n/a silhak speciality: active magic  sejong major: combat magic

— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!

Inside resources have said Sumi...

smells copper, salt water, and grass upon taking amortentia sees the dead bodies of her brothers when facing a boggart conjures a moose when performing expecto patronus.

— HISTORY EXPOSED!

Tell the story, one more time. The one of the wizard who fell in love with a beautiful witch. It’s the same, like any other, except that maybe the witch came from uncommon heritage, and that the pair may had ran away from their families and eloped like a couple of star crossed lovers. Except that there were no disapproving relatives and it was mostly only the couple’s flair for the dramatic and love of freedom and each other. Both of their families were in fact extremely accommodating, though always a little worried at the couple’s tendency to disappear and then come back with a baby in their arms.

It was in the cold climes of Russia that the first son was born, and the second son under the sun in Morocco, and the third, a daughter, among the green fields of New Zealand. The youngest was still swaddled in blankets when the family of five returned to Korea, their parents leaving them with relatives this time to go off on their next adventure as the oldest was now seven and would start going to school. Despite the distance, letters and gifts always poured in for the three siblings, and though they sometimes moved from house to house, each relative was kind and caring and their parents always made it a point to drop by and see them a few times a year. It was certainly unconventional, but far from unhappy.

Anytime the oldest had a break from school, the parents always whisked the children away on another trip. By the time the second one was in school, the letters were less frequent, and the visits even rarer. Sumi was still far too young to understand what was happening as their relatives frantically tried to fill in the gap her parents were leaving behind. A year before she was to start going to school, the letters stopped altogether.

It was strange, and jarring. There were no bodies to mourn, nor any final word on what happened. The letters just stopped, and her relatives filled in the blanks, but for the three children left behind it only felt like lies being spoon fed to them. For Sumi she just knew she missed the letters and the stories they would bring. She missed the little trinkets and baubles they would gift her, little mementos of the places they went and that she wondered if she’ll ever see. So, with a heavy heart she entered her first year of school. Dazed and distant, she did well enough in her classes but never with her classmates. There was no interest, no motivation for her to get to know any of them. She only came alive in the presence of her brothers, as they regaled her stories from the childhood she was too young to remember, and often in languages only they could understand between each other. It was the closest Sumi could get, the closest any of them could get, to feeling like their parents had never left. Maybe it was just an especially long journey, maybe they were on some grand adventure that prevented them from sending them anything. It was nice to dream.

The harsh reality is that whatever distance she had made when she first started school only grew the more she looked to her brothers for company, and the terrible realization that even that was temporary. All too soon, the oldest had started boarding at Silhak, and it was one less brother home everyday, and even if they were still in the same school, schedules never really allowed Sumi time to see him. It was only at the urging of her other brother that she tried to get to know some of the other children. Making friends was challenging but not necessarily impossible and little lonely Sumi clung to whoever stretched out a hand. She needed them, as first one brother and then the next started staying at the school, her home felt too quiet, too empty without her brothers.

Adjusting to an everyday life without her brothers was far more jarring than the absence of her parents. She had strangely learned to stop missing them, or maybe it was her lack of knowing them that made it easy to move on. Either way, it was far more challenging for her to get used to not seeing her brothers, though they always made it a point to keep in touch with letters and spending all their time with her during breaks. Yet it was those same interactions that made it feel strangely nostalgic, and equally horrifying. She worried the letters would stop, and the visits as well, and knowing that she was too young, too far behind to join them did nothing to still her worries.

Comfort came in the transition from childhood to adolescence. New perspectives, new feelings, new experiences. Like the ache of her heart when a bright eyed and curious boy would smile at her. She knew him, they were familiar, a friend from earlier days. Always a smile, always a joke to coax a laugh out of her. The fluttering of affections between the two was met with the usual disdain and scolding of them being too young. They don’t know these feelings, what it really means, it’ll pass. The years passed with whispered adorations, until they were old enough to board and their declarations were more open.

Yet, while this one aspect of her life was going well, other things were not. School was one thing to adjust to, the other was life outside of their home and school. In a way, the schools were a sort of safe space, where they could just be them and while they weren’t cut off from what was happening outside of that space, it didn’t affect them too much. All it took was the influence of the oldest, and the influences around him. There was never much thought given to their heritage, or if it really mattered. It never came up in conversations between them because there was nothing different about it. But one summer the harsh truth bubbled to the surface. It came in harsh letters, bruises blooming on skin. And all only on the middle sibling. It lit a fire, a desire, a need, to look after what they had. And questions. Suddenly, perhaps the disappearance of their parents didn’t seem so strange, and as far as the oldest was concerned it had to be these dark wizards who had taken root in other parts of the world.

Of course, whether Death Eaters were actually behind their parents’ deaths was highly debatable. There was no truly knowing anymore, but the momentum was in motion and there was no quenching the flames in the oldest’s need for vengeance. The second wanted nothing to do with it, even opting for a life outside of the wizarding world they knew so well, but Sumi … She always had nothing but admiration for the older brother she saw as a shining example. He was everything she aspired to be, for good or bad.

It was a gradual transformation. Mild mannered and almost aloof, Sumi’s renewed vigor against Death Eaters caused a fracture in the relationships that were. So, she poured herself into her studies, following in her brother’s foot steps in the same studies, the same specialties. With each passing year she found a new reason to hate them more, but really wasn’t this all just misplaced blame? Logic had left them, making way for a desperate need to fill in blanks made long ago, not satisfied with whatever rose coloured excuses they were left with before. Not even the gentle urgings of the brother left behind could coax the two from their path. They at least had the sense to not wave a banner above their heads, affording both a chance to live without much interruption, but it always just bubbled underneath the surface, and sometimes it boiled over. Eventually this lead to trouble for the older brother, eventually causing him to go into hiding and Sumi was left to her own devices.

While a poignant reminder for her to not overreach, it did nothing to change her views, but instead gave her more reason to demand action. Or, at least remind some that she still had fangs.