Ashlynn Embersong
- Status:
- Muggle-born
- Nationality:
- Scottish
- Residence:
- Kirkcudbright, Scotland
- Function:
- First year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 25,7 cm ebony wood and phoenix feather
Age: 11
Weight: 85 lbs.
Height: 4 feet, 4 inches.
Physical Description:
Scrawny, gangly limbs, and a glorious head of bright red curls is just about all there is to Ashlynn. Her face is almost perpetually drawn into a mischievous grin, her optimism and curiosity keeping her mood afloat.
Personality:
With a temperament to match her crimson curls, accidental magic (though she did not know that is what it was at the time) was a commonplace occurrence in Ashlynn's youth. Small things, like an unwanted toy or blanket miraculously being flung across the room almost immediately after her mother had tucked it against her in bed. Though her temper has cooled as she came into her preteen years, her parent's concerns and her own fascination with these strange events did not.
Upon receiving her 'acceptance letter' to Hogwarts (a silly name, she had no issue with stating), many things fell into place for her. A witch! She wasn't strange, she was MAGIC!
Despite living a fairly spoiled and comfortable life thus far, she craved adventure, excitement, and the idea of attending an educational institution devoted solely to exploring magic and it's uses was something she couldn't pass up. After (good-naturedly) bullying her parents into traveling to Diagon Ally (really? diagonally? the Wizarding World had some amusing naming conventions!), she drank in the atmosphere and culture like a child dying of thirst.
As the beginning of her first term in Hogwarts rapidly approached, Ashlynn's excitement grew by orders of magnitude. Every single day was an exercise in patience for her parents, who were torn between wishing their daughter would go already in order to stop the incessant rambling, and being absolutely terrified of allowing her off into a world they knew nothing about.
Weight: 85 lbs.
Height: 4 feet, 4 inches.
Physical Description:
Scrawny, gangly limbs, and a glorious head of bright red curls is just about all there is to Ashlynn. Her face is almost perpetually drawn into a mischievous grin, her optimism and curiosity keeping her mood afloat.
Personality:
With a temperament to match her crimson curls, accidental magic (though she did not know that is what it was at the time) was a commonplace occurrence in Ashlynn's youth. Small things, like an unwanted toy or blanket miraculously being flung across the room almost immediately after her mother had tucked it against her in bed. Though her temper has cooled as she came into her preteen years, her parent's concerns and her own fascination with these strange events did not.
Upon receiving her 'acceptance letter' to Hogwarts (a silly name, she had no issue with stating), many things fell into place for her. A witch! She wasn't strange, she was MAGIC!
Despite living a fairly spoiled and comfortable life thus far, she craved adventure, excitement, and the idea of attending an educational institution devoted solely to exploring magic and it's uses was something she couldn't pass up. After (good-naturedly) bullying her parents into traveling to Diagon Ally (really? diagonally? the Wizarding World had some amusing naming conventions!), she drank in the atmosphere and culture like a child dying of thirst.
As the beginning of her first term in Hogwarts rapidly approached, Ashlynn's excitement grew by orders of magnitude. Every single day was an exercise in patience for her parents, who were torn between wishing their daughter would go already in order to stop the incessant rambling, and being absolutely terrified of allowing her off into a world they knew nothing about.