Physical Description: Margret, or Maggie as she prefers to be called is a 5’0 eleven year old girl, who has always been a bit tall for her age. She has long, dark brown hair and pale freckled skin, which gives her an elegant sort of look, which is usually ruined when you see her catching frogs or something of the sort. She has heterochromatic eyes, one brown and one blue, that she has always been very fond of, since she has never met anyone else with them. She is on the skinny side, and always wears baggy clothes that dwarf her. She has a small scar on her nose from her childhood, and hates it with a passion, for it is her only scar. She has her ears and nose pierced, and always has pretty earrings in.

Mental Description: Maggie is a very enthusiastic girl. She is very smiley and sweet, a bit naive, though who isn’t at the age of 11? She adores all living things, and would never hurt a fly, at least on purpose, for she is sometimes prone to bouts of clumsiness. She thinks herself very mature for her age, and when in the company of people she wants to impress, she will act all grown up, and use many fancy grown up words. She has anxiety, and is subject to panic attacks, though this doesn’t stop her from being herself. Maggie has a very optimistic outlook on life, and is determined to keep that optimism no matter what the world throws at her.

Biography: Maggie’s Mother is a muggle and married her father, a wizard, without knowing about the magical world. Maggie spent her first few years of life completely oblivious to magic, just as her mother was, and went about her life as any little girl would. But one night when she was 5, her father told her mother about his world and his mother thought him mad. They eventually got divorced, Maggie now only seeing her father on weekends. This was a very upsetting development for Maggie, who loved her father very much, and did not like that she had to be away from him for any amount of time. She threw many tantrums between the ages of 6 and 9 about this subject, even more so after her 7th birthday, where her father had told her all about wizard kind. She and her mother grew apart, though they were still amicable, and Maggie threw herself into trying to grow up as quickly as possible so she could go to the magic school that father had been telling her about, and be just like the parent she adored. She didn’t have many friends around this time, for many thought her very odd and eccentric, not the kind you wanted be associated with. Her scar is from when she was 6 and fell out of a tree at her mums house, and it was treated as any other wound would be in the muggle world.

First Instance of Magic: The first time she preformed magic was when she was almost 7, and was playing in the garden with her father. She was trying to find flowers to make a flower crown with, but the flowers there were not fit for the task. That’s when a plethora of pretty chrysanthemums sprouted at will around her, the perfect length for making crowns. Her father was ecstatic, though she didn’t know why at the time, and wore the flower crown she made him for days afterwards.

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