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Amelia Weston
Status:
Half-blood
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Levington, England
Function:
Second year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
29,0 cm chestnut wood and phoenix feather
Amelia is small in stature, with a certain sort of daintiness about her. Her features are soft, from the roundness of her heart-shaped face to the gentle curve of her jawline. Set beneath a set of thick, glossy lashes, her eyes are big, blue, and bright and feigning innocence. She's got what one might call a button nose, decidedly pretty and symmetrical. Her lips are small but supple, and usually adorning some sort of cherry-flavored gloss. The most prominent of Amelia's features -and arguably the most wild- is her hair; thick and wild, her red mane falls down her back in waves nearly to her waist. // She is, in short, a spitfire. Don't be fooled by her dainty appearance. Within her small body lays a passionate soul. Some might call Amelia sensitive, but the truth is she feels everything more intensely than the average person; good or bad, all of her feelings are amplified. She loves with a fierce passion, and hates with a loathing that rivals none other. She was graced with a temper as fiery as her red hair, but also a smile that lights up even the darkest of rooms. To some, she's a hot-headed troublemaker. To others, she's a loyal companion. How Amelia presents herself depends on the company that surrounds her. Some of the traits that are bound to her very core are intelligence, spunk, courageousness, kind-heartedness, and a slightly mischievous spirit. // Her mother was a witch, her father a muggle. Shortly before Amelia was born her mother passed away in an unfortunate accident. A half-blood, Amelia was raised in the muggle world by her father with limited knowledge of the wizarding world and her heritage, which has instilled a thirst for learning in her heart. Her first manifestation of magic was accidental, occurring when she was very young (six or seven years old) and her father sent her to bed without supper; Amelia, having crept into the kitchen, found that if she stared longingly enough at the sweets on the counter they would magically find their way to her. Upon discovering his daughter with both hands outstretched and a cookie hovering beyond her reach, Amelia's father was taken aback but ultimately thrilled by the young girl's emerging magical abilities and the opportunity it would provide her to engage in the world her mother had sadly left behind.