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Margarita Sunderland
Status:
Muggle-born
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Salisbury, England
Function:
Fifth year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
22,4 cm aspen wood and phoenix feather
It is interesting to be a little bit different. Or at least one might say so if they followed conventions or stereotypes. One such stereotype is that British people tend to be rather pale. Maggie takes it a little bit further than most, to the point of having the ability to almost completely disappear when lying down in the snow or on the sand, an ability she absolutely adored employing against her parents. Then again it wasn't surprising as Maggie was diagnosed with albinism, however that didn't really bother the girl at all.

Whilst her peers did find her appearance intriguing it wasn't as noticeable as it would have been in a different part of the world. As such she didn't really experience a lot of the negative social aspects that usually come with the condition. Instead one might say that she had a rather lovely childhood overall. Loving parents, close friends and enough room to run around and play on her parents' farm, even if more often than not she ended up looking like a crab due to staying in the sun for far longer than she should have.

It was a calm and uneventful life in the quiet area of Wiltshire, though strange things did occur from time to time really, such as objects jumping around when she threw a tantrum at times or the fact that animals appeared to adore her unconditionally. Nothing out of the ordinary honestly and nothing one couldn't chalk up to pure random chance. There were also times she felt like she had seen something happen before, a scene, a person or an object, but her parents always chalked it up to deja vu. After all it happened far too often and Maggie did have quite the over reactive imagination at times, much like any other book-loving young girl.

Life continued as it would for any normal family, the cheerful girl helped her parents around the farm, especially with the farm animals and other menial tasks that she could with her slightly weaker constitution. Well it did until her 11th birthday. A rather interesting day for sure. Her parents had thrown the usual party they did, doing everything they could to make the day special for their little girl, but it was made especially special due to something else - a letter.

A strange letter written on what appeared to be parchment with a wax seal. One addressed to her with an emblem on the back, a peculiar emblem. That of Hogwarts....