PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : Mary has never cared much about her appearance. Growing up as the oldest daughter and helping her family with work, she was always taught to value proficiency over appearance or manners. Her blonde, golden hair is often tied back in a ponytail, a practical style that keeps her long hair out of her eyes while she works. Her clothes are chosen for comfort rather than fashion: shirts with rolled-up sleeves, linen vests to protect against the cold wind, dark-colored pants, and occasionally skirts for special occasions. Even then, the skirts are always practical, not too large, and most likely sewn by her mother’s hands. While some traditional families might think she dresses or looks too boyish, in her community this is the norm. Corsets and lace would not survive the harsh conditions of a boat or the harnesses in the lighthouse, but simple pants and a sweater do.

MENTAL DESCRIPTION : Mary has always been a soldier – from the day she was born, she needed a goal, something to fight for, something to strive toward. She has always been an idealist, refusing to accept the decisions of fate or earthly concerns, always reaching for something greater than human, something truly magical. She has always been stubborn yet deeply intelligent; her unwavering commitment to her beliefs was never rooted in desperation, but in true understanding. She fought for what she believed in, and her morals were so strong that most would be surprised to learn she was only eleven years old, as her dedication to her life’s mission – whatever it was at the time – was always wholehearted. She devoted herself to her dreams as a believer prays to a god, because for her, achievement was religion.

BIOGRAPHY : Mary Littoreus was born on 9 September 2014, a cloudy and rainy autumn day that left her with memories of rain thudding against the roof of their house, as her mother sang her soft-worded lullabies and rocked her in her arms to sleep.
Her family was a true pure-blood legacy. After the First Wizarding War, the Littoreus family, by order of the Ministry of Magic, were chosen to protect the south-eastern seashore of Scotland – primarily to defend it from dark wizards or ill-intentioned Muggles, should any approach. This meant the family always had to be prepared for battle, but also to care for the animals inhabiting the waters and to monitor natural phenomena that, if not for the vigilant eye of the Littoreus, would have reached the United Kingdom’s Ministry of Magic months later.
The family owned a house on the shore of the North Sea, as well as a small island further out in the water, where a lighthouse stood. In autumn and winter, Mary’s father would often travel there to keep a closer watch over the waters, and sometimes visit during the warmer seasons. The girl grew up surrounded by many complex and enchanting things that even many wizarding children would not have known, as they did not live on a seashore or possess the responsibility to protect not only a part of the wizarding world, but also their legacy, and to bring greatness to it. Even before she began attending Hogwarts, she was already highly knowledgeable in tending the lighthouse light. She was allowed to accompany her father during the warm seasons for a few days, trimming wicks and replenishing fuel in the old lighthouse systems. Over time, she learned to operate fog signals, perform basic maintenance on the tools and the site, and even participated in a few search and rescue missions.
Receiving her acceptance letter to Hogwarts was no surprise to her, as she had been expecting it for a long time. Still, she was overjoyed and anxiously awaited the adventures that awaited her in the mysterious shadows of the castle. As the oldest of the Littoreus siblings, with no older brothers or sisters to familiarize her with Hogwarts, she faced these new experiences on her own.

FIOM : It all happened on her eighth birthday, as she and her siblings hid behind a large dune, watching a grey seal that believed it was hidden away on this secluded, abandoned-looking beach, out of sight, as it gave birth to its pups. The scene, as every year since their mother had shown them this miraculous hiding spot to watch the grey seals, mesmerised them, and they all watched in silence. Suddenly, the Littoreus family dog, which had apparently followed the children to the hiding place by scent, came up barking from behind them in the secluded area. Its barks angered Mary so much that she was about to cry at the brief thought that crossed her mind: that the grey seal mother might be frightened and never return to their shore to give birth. She quietened the dog as best she could, though her brows remained furrowed and she was barely holding back tears. To her surprise, when she turned back to the seal, it was still lying where it had been, calm and undisturbed. That evening, when she told her parents about the incident, they, suspecting something, sent a letter to a seer who lived nearby. The seer confirmed it was Mary’s first instance of magic, and the family celebrated not only her birthday but also the confirmation of her magical powers.