Angelina Evans
- Status:
- Pure-blood
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- London, England
- Function:
- First year, Hufflepuff
- Wand:
- 30,1 cm cherry wood and phoenix feather
***The photo above is a sketch of what I think I would look like in my first year of Hogwarts. The color is a little faded, but otherwise, I think it's ok.
I began to show signs of magic when I was very young. I lived on a mountain range, and our house, Ok let me clarify we didn't live in a house. It was more like a mansion, but back to my story. I was playing with a small toy broomstick too near the edge. I began to play I was a dragon, and in my 5 year old mind I could really fly if I tried. I took the leap of faith of the edge of the cliff. For a spilt second I was flying! Then the second after that I was falling. I scrunched up my eyes and screamed as I plummeted down the cliff. After about 10 to 15 minutes, it began clear that something was wrong. Why hadn't I hit the ground yet? I opened 1 eye and saw that i wasn't even falling anymore. I was hovering safely above the deadly mountain drop. I looked up and the ledge was right above me. I tenderly reached up a hand and pulled my self up to the solid ground. . My parents were just overjoyed when they learned I had done my fist magic. I was also pretty proud of myself, I actually was flying! I quietly decided never to jump of the cliff again. My parents had just gotten home from their job at the MOM, when they announced the news that on the day after my 11th birthday, they were going to send me to my aunt marge. I didn't even know I had an aunt so I was very nervous. When my 11th birthday came, we had a small celebration. Ok well maybe not to small. When I finally met my aunt marge the day after, I realized that she was actually a sweet, kind, and mega rich lady. Also she had like 20 cats in her mansion, and she managed to make the place smell like roses. I just set down my bags in my new room, walked around the new house, and was about to begin my new life. A few days later an owl swooped through my window. I took the letter out of it's claw and opened it. My eyes got big, I had to sit down on the bed. I had gotten accepted at Hogwarts.
I began to show signs of magic when I was very young. I lived on a mountain range, and our house, Ok let me clarify we didn't live in a house. It was more like a mansion, but back to my story. I was playing with a small toy broomstick too near the edge. I began to play I was a dragon, and in my 5 year old mind I could really fly if I tried. I took the leap of faith of the edge of the cliff. For a spilt second I was flying! Then the second after that I was falling. I scrunched up my eyes and screamed as I plummeted down the cliff. After about 10 to 15 minutes, it began clear that something was wrong. Why hadn't I hit the ground yet? I opened 1 eye and saw that i wasn't even falling anymore. I was hovering safely above the deadly mountain drop. I looked up and the ledge was right above me. I tenderly reached up a hand and pulled my self up to the solid ground. . My parents were just overjoyed when they learned I had done my fist magic. I was also pretty proud of myself, I actually was flying! I quietly decided never to jump of the cliff again. My parents had just gotten home from their job at the MOM, when they announced the news that on the day after my 11th birthday, they were going to send me to my aunt marge. I didn't even know I had an aunt so I was very nervous. When my 11th birthday came, we had a small celebration. Ok well maybe not to small. When I finally met my aunt marge the day after, I realized that she was actually a sweet, kind, and mega rich lady. Also she had like 20 cats in her mansion, and she managed to make the place smell like roses. I just set down my bags in my new room, walked around the new house, and was about to begin my new life. A few days later an owl swooped through my window. I took the letter out of it's claw and opened it. My eyes got big, I had to sit down on the bed. I had gotten accepted at Hogwarts.