Cassiopeia Peverell
- Status:
- Half-blood
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- London, England
- Function:
- First year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 32,1 cm walnut wood and dragon heartstring
Hello!
I'm Cassiopeia Peverell, but you can call me Cassie. I was born in Northern London to Alex Peverell, a Romanian muggle, and Estelle Winters, a witch. I've got brown hair and green eyes, and I guess you could consider me as a small eleven year old. We moved to London about three years ago, when I was 8, and we've been living in an apartment ever since. My family was middle-class, and I was really happy where I was. My mother would always encourage me to be brave and work hard, and my father would tell me to live life to the fullest. I could say that I tried to do both, and when I failed, I typically found a way around it anyways.
I was drinking milk tea that I made with my mother when I found out about the Wizarding World. My cup kept on refilling after I drank it, and my mother took out her wand and stopped it. She then explained to me that I was special, different--but in a good way.
I was thrilled when I got my letter, and my mother and father were so excited as well. I couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts. My mother had been in Gryffindor, the house of the brave and chivalrous, and I hoped I could find friends in this new world I was going to enter.
I'm Cassiopeia Peverell, but you can call me Cassie. I was born in Northern London to Alex Peverell, a Romanian muggle, and Estelle Winters, a witch. I've got brown hair and green eyes, and I guess you could consider me as a small eleven year old. We moved to London about three years ago, when I was 8, and we've been living in an apartment ever since. My family was middle-class, and I was really happy where I was. My mother would always encourage me to be brave and work hard, and my father would tell me to live life to the fullest. I could say that I tried to do both, and when I failed, I typically found a way around it anyways.
I was drinking milk tea that I made with my mother when I found out about the Wizarding World. My cup kept on refilling after I drank it, and my mother took out her wand and stopped it. She then explained to me that I was special, different--but in a good way.
I was thrilled when I got my letter, and my mother and father were so excited as well. I couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts. My mother had been in Gryffindor, the house of the brave and chivalrous, and I hoped I could find friends in this new world I was going to enter.