Appearance & Character

The truth that lies in Alexandria Hoffman’s mind is one that she makes it. Her beliefs were given a strong foundation by the naturally strict parenting she received in her youth; her father has called her a reflection of her mother in many ways. Quick, astute, studious, with a fiery temperament to combat it, Alexandria is as much a brat as she is a goody-two-shoes; she seeks the favor of her elders and has been known to demean others of similar age to her while reflexively building herself up. Pride cometh before the fall, and Alexandria’s foremost proud, if nothing else.

As a girl who takes her bloodline into account, she is very-much a wizard who looks down on muggle-borns and half-bloods. Though she is not a bully, she is skeptical of them - perhaps a product of her father, who seemed to dislike muggle culture in general.

She is, however, otherwise, a simple young woman. In her youth, she remains impressionable and easy to influence, an influence that will certainly be tempered by her time at Hogwarts.

If anyone’s going to consider Alexandria pretty, it’s herself. Sharp features, too-large teeth, Alex could bear the brunt of some bullying were it not for her quick charm. She has a naturally high voice as if it were meant for a singer, but she rarely exercises it. Her large, tilted green eyes seem to take up her whole face, or - at the very least - define the features she wastes little time being comfortable with.

She is not tall, but she isn’t short either. Standing at rather average height for her age, her lack of defining features are made up for in the intensity of her gaze - and the pride that sits deep underneath.

A History

Alexandria Hoffman was born on March 4th, 2008. A child of a wizarding couple, Alexandria was beset by the world of witches from a young age, though truth might be a bit harsher on the subject. Alexandria has never once in her life interacted with a muggle - at least, not before she touched the first stones at Hogwarts. The first and only child of that couple, Alexandria was a gift, a blessing, and a curse all in one.

Her father, Leopold, was a staunch businessman… at least as far as wizardkind went. He was many things; an entrepreneur, a lawyer, an Auror. He was many things - and none of these things. He was nothing if not a deceitful man - a trait that was shared by his wife, Sarah. Both Slytherin, and both proud, they were a match made in heaven, and Alexandria was their perfect child.

Where Leopold’s money came from seemed to matter little - they were well off, rich and renowned within the community. Taught at home, Alex was an isolationist, rarely making friends despite her rambunctious nature, and her desire to make things right. She was proud, and even after being punished would always try to, “be better.” There were times - many times - when Alex went out of her way to do something that was, in her eyes, positive. She would seek approval to a religious extent.

While she was being taught, her father was in and out. His jobs seemed to vary from month to month. He never returned for long, however, bonding Alex fiercely with her mother in the meantime, and coming into a sort of curiosity of her own. He had so many jobs, but as she grew up, his lies were gaining thinner ground. What did he really do? What was there to be ashamed of?

It was in her pursuit of knowledge that her magic first came to her.

Wholly expected, by all means - expected, and wanted. Her mother was stressing over it, but she hid it well. It came during dinner with a family friend as Alex ate. The pitcher they were serving tea in was lifted unceremoniously off the table and crashed down with surprising force, shattering the porcelain and ruining dinner. Alex was ashamed of herself and spent the whole night cleaning - at her own insistence - before forwarding her mother a formal, written apology on a piece of parchment that was barely legible.

Her mother thought it hilarious, but Alexandria less so. Was this not how adults did things? Questions upon questions came to her, but her mother was delighted. Therein she learned of the true existence of wizards (her parents had only told her so much of the wizarding world) and what she may be capable of in the future. Riding brooms, using wands… whispering words that could bring an enemy to a cold and silent death.

Alex yearned to be that person. To be the person who learned so much and could cast spells, and fling them too. She wished she could make that pitcher float again, and so much more. But such potential would need to wait; she was not yet nine years old.

When her father returned after one of his long trips, he was delighted to have learned of her manifestation and took her with him on one of his journeys. It was one that took them to the height of the Scottish highlands, where he did some casual photography and took a picture of her jumping underneath a lone tree. He promised her he would take her there every summer therein, to document her growth into an adult.

The following two years passed in a blur. To her, they went by as quick as any other. Day-by-day, learning what her mother wanted her to learn, and visiting with her father whenever he would return. To her, it is still a mystery what he does, but her questions remained unanswered even still. What did her father do? Why was he gone for so long, and, for one reason or another, why did he dislike muggles so much?

Questions that would be answered later rather than sooner. The one thing that mattered to her was that tree, and when she returned to it the summer after she gained her Hogwarts letter of admission, she displayed it in a toothy grin that showed her true joy at being accepted into the school of witchcraft and wizardry.