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Dawn Blanchomery
Status:
Muggle-born
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Spennymoor, England
Function:
First year, Gryffindor
Wand:
26,3 cm walnut wood and unicorn hair
This is a mildly inaccurate description of Dawn.


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I was born Dawn, specifically Dawn Victoria Blanchomery on the 3rd of December. A few years ago I learned that I was very different than most people around me but I never thought I was a witch. I was born into a non-magic family, known as 'muggles', and like most of them, I grew up believing in fantasy creatures and magic less and less as the years passed.

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Sometimes strange things would happen around me, like when I get scared not only my arm hairs but the hair on my head starts to rise up, as if I'm in water. Everything I've ever done so far was accidental; once on the playground these kids wouldn't let me use the swings at all and they made fun of me for waiting. I was so angry, wishing they'd stop treating me like dirt, when suddenly the swing's chains snapped, and the kids fell. Only one of them was hurt; her shoulder was dislocated because she hit something. I figured it was my fault because the chains snapped at the same time and the swing set was relatively new.

I live with my family in Spennymoor, England. None of them, not even my brother or sister, can use magic like me. I look just like my family, tall and fit, but I'm the only one with blond hair, everyone else has dark locks. Unlike them, I'm interested in the strange, the odd, and the mysterious. I like exploring woods, collecting rocks, finding relics, and deciphering the unknown. There's just too much out there to walk around like mindless zombies.

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At first I thought I was degenerate until I found others like me. Being so different from my family and friends started to become overwhelming and I started to let my anger and fear control me, so I'd end up doing wicked things with magic, nearly never on purpose. Wizards found me and explained who I am and what I could do—and shouldn't do. It began to dawn to me, like a veil was torn away. I began to believe in magic, of course, and not like I was possessed, but I had to stop taking my abilities light-heartedly and become more vigilant.

Usually I'm not so careless. I think I'm considerably down-to-earth and nice, but as my magic developed when I was younger I grew to distrust people. I expected people to automatically not like me and it became a bad habit, so just in case I turn of any signs that mean 'approach me' and come off cold and sometimes a little aggressive. I felt like people wouldn't like me just because I could do potentially dangerous things, even if they knew me or not, which is why I nearly ran away from home once.

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Disregard being a witch, I had always been different from my family, who are clueless about my magic as God knows what. They're like sheep that can be heated with the flick of an eye, the average of the average. They like to follow the norms: my father works in real estate, my mother is a nurse, my brother is a star athlete, and my sister wants to be Prime Minister eventually, if she can't rule the world instead. They're like movie characters, playing their roles with no flaws. I'm the youngest and usually those kids get the most attention in the family but I'm painfully ignored. It's like I'm the glitch in the system that no one can do anything about so they simply act like everything's normal.

I never have much to say to people, mostly because I think they won't understand me. These days I'm pretty friendly because I'm around people more like me, wizards and witches. I keep thoughts, opinions, and ideas to myself, hopefully not just because I'm insecure. I like doing things my way but I'm opinions to other ideas, just cautiously. Even though I try to be nice I'm also honest, so if someone deserves a certain reaction to whatever they said I'm going to share my feelings. Not many people have gotten close enough to me to really understand but those who have say that I'm remarkably blunt. Well, if the shoe fits...