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Adeline Hughes
Status:
Pure-blood
Birthday:
17 Jan 2010
Nationality:
English
Residence:
London, England
Function:
Third year, Gryffindor
Wand:
25,9 cm chestnut wood and phoenix feather
Adeline Hughes is a fierce and brave girl with a personality as bright as her orange hair and piercing blue eyes. No matter how much time she spends on it, her hair sticks up in every direction, making it difficult to hide or blend in, which is unfortunate for her given her mischievous nature. Addie is very intelligent and cunning, which she uses to create chaos rather than peace, and she loves every moment of it. No one is safe from her tricks, no matter their age or authority, and Adeline can’t help herself when the opportunity for a good prank presents itself.
The youngest of seven children, even from a young age, Addie felt overshadowed by the vast accomplishments of her six older brothers. The more praise and awards her brothers accrued throughout their academic and professional careers, the further Addie delved into the world of mischief, seeking any way to pester both her siblings and her parents. Her family--in particular, her parents--did not so much appreciate this taste for chaos and the way it affected their social standing as a pureblood family. The tighter her parents clamped down on her, the more Addie acted out until it was a rarer occurrence for her to be out of trouble rather than in it. Though she had never cared for any of the schooling she received, Adeline could hardly wait to receive her letter from Hogwarts on her 11th birthday. To Adeline, Hogwarts spells freedom...as well as a castle full of new victims on which to unleash her practical jokes.
As all of her brothers showed signs of possessing magic by age five, as five, six, and seven all came and went, Addie feared she would end up a squib, but on a day as normal as any other, her fears were put to bed. While delicately placing a dung bomb atop her eldest brother’s door frame, Adeline felt the dung bomb slip through her fingers and plummet toward the ground. Frozen in horror, she watched as the dung bomb slowed, hovering an inch above the ground before gently touching down. So she wasn’t a squib after all...she was a witch, and happy to be so.