Anellia Quagmire
- Status:
- Half-blood
- Birthday:
- 27 Apr 2015
- Nationality:
- Scottish
- Residence:
- Glasgow, Scotland
- Function:
- First year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 32,1 cm ash wood and snallygaster heartstring
(!SAME IP ADDRESS WITH COLETTE SANCHEZ, WHO IS A FIRST YEAR IN SLYTHERIN AND HAS A DIFFERENT USER!!! OOC: Sister irl)
Physical Description:
Anellia Quagmire, a simple girl with talents and skills that reach the horizon. She has fair skin, hair that reaches her bottom, chubby cheeks, and dark brown eyes. Her height's 5'0" and her physique is somewhere in the middle; not too skinny, and not too fat either. Her passions for dancing and academics are flaming hot. In her free time, her focus diverts from academics to drawing/painting, expressing her emotions through splashes of colour on paper. When she's eager for physical activity, dancing and sports, specifically badminton, have been her go-to activities ever since. If she doesn't feel like doing anything, playing music helps her to distract her from her overflowing thoughts.
Mental Description:
Although she looks pretty capable, her thoughts, as stated, are overflowing and almost impossible to ignore. In every action and decision she makes in her life, her thoughts jump to the outcomes of her decisions, making it hard for her to choose even in the simplest ones. When she reaches the climax, all she wants to do is isolate herself in a room and not speak as waves of music flow in her ear. She prefers to stay like that for hours on end, until she can settle her thoughts by herself and be okay. As much as she wants to open up to someone, she'd rather not.
Biography:
Anellia Quagmire is the youngest daughter of a family that was recognised in her Muggle-school due to her academic excellence and extracurriculars. Her mother is a witch, whilst her father's a Muggle-born. Despite the difference, they loved each other ever since. She had only one sibling, who was just as excellent as she was. In her house, she was surrounded by wealth, and she paid her parents back with medals and certificates. In her Muggle-school, her last name was recognised by many teachers and staff members. Apparently, her older sister graduated from the same school as her; hence, teachers expected Anellia to be like her sister. Sure enough, Anellia was indeed like her sister, although she felt oddly jealous of her. Her older sister won many competitions, and she only won a few. The exact thought was her motivation to push further.
First Instance of Magic:
Physical Description:
Anellia Quagmire, a simple girl with talents and skills that reach the horizon. She has fair skin, hair that reaches her bottom, chubby cheeks, and dark brown eyes. Her height's 5'0" and her physique is somewhere in the middle; not too skinny, and not too fat either. Her passions for dancing and academics are flaming hot. In her free time, her focus diverts from academics to drawing/painting, expressing her emotions through splashes of colour on paper. When she's eager for physical activity, dancing and sports, specifically badminton, have been her go-to activities ever since. If she doesn't feel like doing anything, playing music helps her to distract her from her overflowing thoughts.
Mental Description:
Although she looks pretty capable, her thoughts, as stated, are overflowing and almost impossible to ignore. In every action and decision she makes in her life, her thoughts jump to the outcomes of her decisions, making it hard for her to choose even in the simplest ones. When she reaches the climax, all she wants to do is isolate herself in a room and not speak as waves of music flow in her ear. She prefers to stay like that for hours on end, until she can settle her thoughts by herself and be okay. As much as she wants to open up to someone, she'd rather not.
Biography:
Anellia Quagmire is the youngest daughter of a family that was recognised in her Muggle-school due to her academic excellence and extracurriculars. Her mother is a witch, whilst her father's a Muggle-born. Despite the difference, they loved each other ever since. She had only one sibling, who was just as excellent as she was. In her house, she was surrounded by wealth, and she paid her parents back with medals and certificates. In her Muggle-school, her last name was recognised by many teachers and staff members. Apparently, her older sister graduated from the same school as her; hence, teachers expected Anellia to be like her sister. Sure enough, Anellia was indeed like her sister, although she felt oddly jealous of her. Her older sister won many competitions, and she only won a few. The exact thought was her motivation to push further.
First Instance of Magic:
Reducio
The school auditorium was filled with flashing lights and chatter of students. Her class was located at the back of the auditorium, making the air conditioning hit them square in the face instantly. Apparently, the agenda of their school is to give the students a lesson about how Behavioural Management works and how they can discipline them. Anellia squeezed herself beside two of her classmates whose chatter was endless. The air conditioning beside her wasn't helping her either, the cool air convincing her to sleep peacefully and muffle all the noises around her. Thus, she had to resist the urge to sleep and snore more audibly than the speakers around the ginormous room.
As the lecture on how the Behavioural Management officers give warnings to students who commit minor or major offences went on, Anellia felt extremely bored. Thus, she plucked out her pen and started to twirl it around her fingers. Sometimes, she picked it up from the ground as her fingers tangled like wires.
As she passively listened to the lecture, the smooth plastic of the pen felt absent all of a sudden. Anellia knitted her brows at first, but when her eyes witnessed her pen floating above her palm, her eyebrows shot up, and so did her eyes. Now, the noise coming from the speakers felt like dead silence, almost as if there was an invisible bubble trapping her inside. Her breathing became shallow, and her stomach tightened into a strong knot as she witnessed what was happening. Why was it floating? And how did that even happen? Her thoughts consumed her as she processed the event.
Due to her being overwhelmed, she excused herself from her adviser and barged outside the auditorium; the warm air was contradicting her cold body, seeping through her uniform. She ran towards the comfort room and anchored herself in front of the sink. Her thoughts were coming one by one at a fast pace, unable to stop them as her heart was pounding heavily. It was a new experience for her. She thought that magic only existed in her imaginative world, where everything is possible. No. This was happening right here, right now. She slapped her face with both of her hands. Get it together, Anellia, she thought to herself.
She raised her head, seeing herself in a mess. Hair cascading down and reaching her hipbone, cheeks flushed, and sweat running down her forehead. When she checked her watch, she straightened and fix herself in and entered the auditorium again. Her calm expression contradicted her swirling, loud thoughts.
As the lecture on how the Behavioural Management officers give warnings to students who commit minor or major offences went on, Anellia felt extremely bored. Thus, she plucked out her pen and started to twirl it around her fingers. Sometimes, she picked it up from the ground as her fingers tangled like wires.
As she passively listened to the lecture, the smooth plastic of the pen felt absent all of a sudden. Anellia knitted her brows at first, but when her eyes witnessed her pen floating above her palm, her eyebrows shot up, and so did her eyes. Now, the noise coming from the speakers felt like dead silence, almost as if there was an invisible bubble trapping her inside. Her breathing became shallow, and her stomach tightened into a strong knot as she witnessed what was happening. Why was it floating? And how did that even happen? Her thoughts consumed her as she processed the event.
Due to her being overwhelmed, she excused herself from her adviser and barged outside the auditorium; the warm air was contradicting her cold body, seeping through her uniform. She ran towards the comfort room and anchored herself in front of the sink. Her thoughts were coming one by one at a fast pace, unable to stop them as her heart was pounding heavily. It was a new experience for her. She thought that magic only existed in her imaginative world, where everything is possible. No. This was happening right here, right now. She slapped her face with both of her hands. Get it together, Anellia, she thought to herself.
She raised her head, seeing herself in a mess. Hair cascading down and reaching her hipbone, cheeks flushed, and sweat running down her forehead. When she checked her watch, she straightened and fix herself in and entered the auditorium again. Her calm expression contradicted her swirling, loud thoughts.