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Wendy Little
Status:
Half-blood
Birthday:
29 May 2009
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Windermere, England
Function:
First year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
24,6 cm chestnut wood and phoenix feather
Name - Wendy Little
Gender - Cisfemale
House - tbd
Year & Age - Year 1, 11 years old.
Other - n/a for now.
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Wendy is tall for the average height of her age, around 5’1. She has straight blonde hair, which hangs just beyond her shoulders. She often keeps her hair messy, not really keeping up with brushing it. Her eyes are a gray blue.
She doesn’t like the uniform that Hogwarts requires, and will take any opportunity that she has to not wear it.
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Wendy is a very excitable character, she loves to learn, and is eager to know about the magical world. She wants to make friends, but may end up scaring people away. Wendy isn’t easily distracted from things, and can be stuck in her own world. She may seem lonely to those who watch her from afar, but she really isn’t. As an only child, Wendy learned to deal with being alone. She does cherish when she has company, though. Wendy can overreact to things at times, and she is quick to apologize. Even if it isn’t needed.
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Wendy grew up with stories of magic, she didn’t grow up with it, though. Her mother kept her from the wizarding world(Wendy thinks that she’s afraid of magic). Her grandparents told her stories, and performed spells with their wands.
She never knew her father, who was a wizard. He died in an accident when she was 4.
Her grandparents and mother argued constantly over Wendy, whether she should learn magic, or be kept from it. Wendy often listened to them behind a door, getting sad that they were angry and arguing. When she was little, she blamed herself. But now that’s she a bit older, she thinks that her family is still hurt by the death of her father.
Surprisingly, Wendy herself never really felt anything when her father died. She hadn’t gotten to know him, and to her he was a mystery, a face she couldn’t place. Though she remembers his voice.
Her first instance of magic was the thing that her mother needed to get her to learn magic. It happened when she was 10. Wendy had been very cold, it had been cold all night. She was trying to put the fireplace on, since the place they were at didn’t have a heater. She stayed there for some time, and finally gave up, sitting in front of the fireplace and staring at the place where fire was supposed to be. A little while after, the fireplace lit, and Wendy jumped back with a yelp. Her mother came over to Wendy, and asked if she had lit the fire. Wendy said no, but in truth, she did.
The day after her eleventh birthday a letter came in the mail. Her grandparents recognized it instantly, and told her mother. Her mother let her go, though she seemed quite reluctant.
And here we are now.