"Life is a game of chess against a Diricrawl. One move at a time. A crowd is like when the Diricrawl inevitably flips the board and struts around like it won. Utter. Chaos."
- Erika, Diagon Alley


Erika Sharp-Leaf

Aged, 11 years old.

Blood Status, Pure. Both her Father and Mother come from a line of wizarding families, though her Mother's sister, her Aunt, married a muggle man that had children already from a previous marriage.

One may think she's just a simple student, but when you look closer, beyond the usual, and into the stars. You'll find yourself right in front of it. You have entered The Scary Door. Beyond, a world beyond your imagination. Sometimes, in far off futuristic lands, or the distant past. Or, just a normal girl. Erika is a little worse for wear during her upbringing, but otherwise, she is a healthy young witch eager to prove herself at Hogwarts.

Erika was an only child, raised by her father, Merek Leaf, after her mother died when she was young. While one couldn't say he was a terrible father, to deal with his own grief, he buried himself into his work, leaving his daughter in the care of their house elf. The time he did find to spend with her was spent largely spoiling her, trying to make up for his absence. It's left young Erika to be a bit selfish and close minded, though she regards her muggle cousins as a curious lot, in the same manner they view her as one.

Prior to Hogwarts, Erika's already shown her father to be of quite a studious nature, staring into the listless words of books, preferring dramatized versions of historical acts over others, though alternate histories are not amiss either. Lately, she's taken her eyes at the book list required of the First Years, her mind ready and willing to finally become a witch. And not just a pretend one.

There's only one problem with her enthusiasm.

Erika has a rather severe phobia of crowds, and though she highly dislikes this about herself, cursing herself in her mind, it's something she's not managed to get over quite yet. Three's a crowd, and it's worst with strangers. It's to the point that Erika considers eking out a simple 'Hello, how are you?' and a half response as something to be proud of.

When it comes to getting to Hogwarts and purchasing equipment in Diagon Alley, well. She's decided that's a problem for future her, in the hopes of avoiding the anxiety that would surely only build if she thought on it. Instead, she would rely on the wit and the few work arounds she's managed to figure out to get around her phobia.

One of those 'cheats' is quite the reason why Erika carries so many scraps of paper with her, along with a treasure muggle pen, which she's found a little more reasonable to write on the fly with, rather than the more proper quill. "You see," she would say to her Father, "I can't stammer and cry if I don't talk!" So, she does her best to predict what might be needed by writing more complicated responses on slips of paper, usually simple instructions like a list of needed books to hand to the clerk at Flourish and Blotts.


Present Erika stands at just a little over 5 feet tall, by just an inch. A simple long bob haircut adorns her at most times, with the unruly blonde strands tamed by a simple hair clip. Her eyes are a brighter blue, and when not stuck firmly on her toes, is often staring holes into someone's back, figuring a variety of things out. Erika's anxiety about the next day's tasks keeps her up night, but she doesn't often miss a night's rest, and has learned to work while tired. This leaves a faint shadow to them, as she gets less than average sleep. Freckles dot her cheeks, nose, and shoulders.

Erika dresses in simple robes befitting a pure blood, and prefers off the shoulder clothing. She stays away from muggle clothing, not really knowing how the pieces quite fit together, and thanks to her lack of understanding, regards such fashions as low grade, even if she might find pockets to be the best thing ever once their existence is known. Her attempts at trying to figure them out have gone awry, and she can't seem to guess the muggle gendered clothing quite right, much to the amusement of her cousins. It's one of the many things she can't get right about muggles, not for a lack of trying.

With a phobia of crowds, Erika spends much of her time walking to and fro huddled into herself. Hands held before her, shoulders the opposite of squared, and her eyes cast downward lest someone try to strike up a conversation, which doesn't help her much. She carries herself a bit differently at home surrounded by people she's known her whole life, even her muggle cousins. Still not very strong spoken, but she does manage to have actual conversations, not just her idea of a conversation^tm. When she thinks she can get away with it, she's quite observant, particularly to those she's attempting to become friends with.

Erika can hardly talk around strangers, let alone begin to make friends. Stammering out a word or two while visibly shaking. She calls those moments successes. When she does get to the point of actual social interaction, and she makes a mistake she reacts by blaming the other side, pushing them away out of fear of getting close. It's something she hates about herself, and something she often regrets instantly.


Merek Leaf and Elizabeth Sharp, both from wizarding families, met in field study on the subject of magical plants of North America, and quickly fell in love. Together, they had a single daughter and named her Erika after Merek's mother, and she grew up in a small wizarding hill on the outskirts of a muggle village in the central part of the North American continent, where Elizabeth's sister, whom married a muggle man, lived.

She grew up knowing her cousins and visiting fairly frequently. Even though they weren't blood and didn't know about magic was a real thing, something her Aunt was insistent on keeping that way, they were as family as her aunt. The wizarding families, totalling in 4, were simply called the hill people, considered well enough but quite queer, by the muggles living nearby. They didn't often visit, despite being nearby, as they needed these secrets well kept due to law.

In this small community, Erika, despite her social ineptitudes being prevalent from a young age, did manage to find friends among the other wizarding children and often played together. That is until, she became the Dark Lord at age 6.

"Dark Lord Erika is ready to take over the world for good. I can shoot fire from my hands and am super strong I can also read minds and control animals!” She would cry as she razed the fields to the ground.

At least, in her imagination the world was subjugating to her will. Only the great magical knights could stop her.

Their favourite game was of a pretend sword and sorcery, with twigs and branches standing in for wands and swords, and fancied themselves as the magical knights of old. They would take turns as the Dark Lord, but as Erika was particularly theatrical, she often took the role. Even as kids, it often got a bit heated, and it wouldn't be amiss if they came home with a bump or scrape. Still, they all made a promise to each other that they'd become magical knights for real, and duel to see who's the best when they grew up.

Then Elizabeth passed away. Erika was lost, and in her grief, forgot what even Elizabeth's voice sounded like, with only silent pictures left of her mother to watch over their family. Merek was just as lost as his daughter. He'd lost the love of his life, and unfortunately, didn't know how to healthily deal with it. He changed careers and began traveling to converse with foreign wizards. It was nothing Erika could wrap her head around. All she knew was her mother was gone, and her father was barely there. Only their house elf that made sure she was fed, watered, and laundered.

As she isn't too close to her cousins, and never could understand them, Erika spent a lot of time alone, wrapping herself up in her own huddle. The other wizarding families right around her did their best, but hers was a difficult shell to pierce. In these moments, she acted out. Breaking things, and not just her things. While the parents understood, and tried to help, Erika was a growing delinquent.

Naturally, the other children stopped wanting to play nicely with her on fair terms. No longer was playing the Dark Lord a choice, now it was the only way she could play. Never allowed to win, never allowed to be a magical knight, Erika's anger came to a boiling point, and her first full incident of accidental magic. A temporary removal of a flight charm on a cheap broomstick sent one of the other children tumbling from the treetops.That day was the last day she played with her friends. She'd lost one friend for sure, and would probably would lose her other friends as they likely wouldn't want to play.

While initially happy Erika displayed music, when Merek found out how it had manifested he decided it might be best for both of them to move and start over. Merek accepted a position across seas and moved to Godric's Hollow to keep close to other wizarding families just in case her magic manifested in a destructive way. of Erika had little say, but thankfully, she was in full agreement. A blessing in disguise, as this meant Erika could spend more time with her father. While he was at home much more frequently, his job still had him leave days at a time every few months.

Still, Erika was doing better. While she failed to make friends, and her father wasn't the greatest, one could hardly call him a bad father, and when they were together, he made sure to give his daughter his full attention. As time passed, their relationship grew, and Erika began to heal along with her father over Elizabeth's death. On the best days, he began to notice a simple tune that hung around Erika, a tune he recognized as the lullaby that Elizabeth uses to him to her. There was little doubt in Merek's mind that Erika would receive a letter from Hogwarts, but he had a few concerns.

Erika, in a new area knowing nobody, withdrew into herself even further, a developing phobia throughout her childhood was to a tipping point. She could hardly go out of the house on her own without either their house elf accompanying her, or Merek himself. Merek did his best and blamed himself for his absence. He had decided he wouldn't force Erika to go to Hogwarts if she didn't want to, opting to teach her himself to follow his footsteps into his profession.

Merek was well surprised when he saw the twinkle in Erika's eyes when a clumsy owl crashed into her while she was outside, carrying a thick envelope with a beautiful emerald script on it.

"Ms. E. Sharp-Leaf
The Old Cobblestone Drive Way
The Little House on the Hill
Godric's Hollow, England"

Where one might expect her to deny such a crowded place, particularly an area filled with strangers, but Erika saw this as her great opportunity Hogwarts was an ancient school founded by 4 of the greatest Magical Knights! This was where she could become one! Become the best! Boy, will they all be jealous I got to go here of all places, she thought with a great big smile. Magical Knight, look at me!

With the faint hope in her heart, Erika stepped as bravely forward as she could into this new chapter in her life.