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Phoebe Watson
Status:
Muggle-born
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Brighton, England
Function:
Second year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
30,0 cm mayhaw wood and snallygaster heartstring
Physical Description: As an avid bookworm with bad posture, Phoebe carries a slight slouch from the many days she has spent hunched over a book. After fixing her posture, she stands at 5'1, a few inches taller than average for her age. Her frame is sturdy and petite.

Dark brown strands of hair frame the sides of her face, as well as bangs that cover most of her forehead. Her hair is cut bluntly, an inch or two above her shoulders. Her face still retains its softness. Though her tanned skin is devoid of acne, noticeable dark circles constantly remain under her eyes, caused by late nights she has spent awake. Underneath the thin silver glasses Phoebe wears, there are almond shaped greenish-brown eyes. Her stare is often distant and carries a sort of hollowness to them. The rest of her facial features are the same, small and rounded.

Mental Description: Phoebe is a reserved girl, often quiet yet observant. She is usually solemn, an aura of focus and discipline follows her. Being a studious and hardworking person has made her quite witty. Though in most situations she seems aloof and blunt, she is good natured and is not easily provoked from her mellow state. Those she befriends will see closely that Phoebe is honest, and cares a lot for those she loves.

Biography: During a cold January day, Phoebe was born as the only child to Hallie and Alex Watson. The family of three lived together in Brighton, a quaint coastal city, in a small house near the sea. There, Phoebe grew up with no knowledge of wizards and witches, the only magic she knew of was in television or books.

Her mother worked as a librarian and her father a nurse in a care home. Phoebe attended a primary school near her home for her first few years of education. Every day after school, her mother would bring her to the library she worked at until the end of the work day. Over time, Phoebe started reading books to pass the time until they could go home. And after the years, the amount of books she had read helped her to do well in school. She was a normal girl, going to the beach with her family on weekends, doing well in school. At least she thought she was.

One evening while Phoebe has been assisting her mother in putting books away in the library, there had been a spider. There had been nothing she hated more than those eight-legged creepy crawlers. Immediately, Phoebe shrieked in fear and somehow all the books on the shelf flew off and clattered onto the floor. She screamed again, this time in fear that there was a ghost haunting her. How else would all of those books have flown off their shelves? But she had realized that it was her who had done it. Possessed by a demon, perhaps?

Later, on her eleventh birthday, a strange man had come to her house with an acceptance to an even stranger school that she had never heard of. Phoebe had not been the normal girl she made herself out to be after all.