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Clara Heart
Status:
Pure-blood
Birthday:
11 Nov 2008
Nationality:
Scottish
Residence:
Fife, Scotland
Function:
First year, Gryffindor
Wand:
26,0 cm chestnut wood and phoenix feather
Physical Description: Normal height and weight for an eleven year child, Clara has a considerable amount of unruly dark brown hair that reach just below her shoulders. Dark eyebrows and brown eyes make her light skin that much more obvious.

Mental Description: Clara is a vibrant child full of questions and arguments, sharp edges and warm words. She thinks she is the center of her family's little universe and can occasionally be all those things that people like to stuff under the word ''spoiled''. But, when it comes to animals, she is also intuitive, kind and generous.

Biography: Being born in the Heart family was exactly the same as being born in any other family. If, said family, was of a pure blood persuasion with enough money to not have to worry about where it came from.

Her dad, Gerard Heart, besides his inheritance was also a successful investment banker who had implemented arithmancy formulas in his muggle friend's software algorithm and could've, at that point, retired from ever having to lift a finger again. Gerard adored his daughter to a fault and, since Sophia, her mother, had walked out on them both, he absolutely overcompensated in his task as a father.

Sophia had been Gerard's first love, his moon and stars, his perfect pure blood wife. Everyone was happy about their arrangement, more so the newlyweds themselves. After all, they were marrying for love. Which lasted for about four years and then one day dear Sophia packed up, kissed Clara goodbye and disappeared without a trace.

From then on Gran Catherine Heart, dad's mother, became little girl's female role model. And what a trend setter she was! Gran had been born during a war and later lived through one, so there were a few unconventional things she taught little Clara. As Gran was getting older, her memory started to fail her and all the stories Clara loved so much became blurry and changed with every telling. Clara grew up surrounded with the pragmatism of her father and the stories of magic from her grandmother, never thinking she needed or wanted more.

First Instance of Magic: One afternoon, around the age of seven, Clara was alone in her dad'd office, looking for the children's fairy tale book. It was the same one dad read for her before sleep, but she couldn't have waited any longer to find out what happened with the princess.

First, she had looked for it on dad's desk. Not there. The in all the drawers. One was locked. Also, not there. Then, for a good measure, under the table. Noup, not there either. Not discouraged, she turned her investigation towards the book shelves. And, see and behold! She finally noticed the familiar back on the higher shelf by the door. Bingo!

Standing in front of it Clara realized that the shelf was way too high for her to reach. She tried, nevertheless. All fingers and toes, the girls stretched to no avail. With a huff, she stepped back and looked for something to step on. There were three chairs in here, one behind the table and two in front of it. The guest seats were heavy pieces of furniture, but dad's chair had wheels on it. Bingo!

Smirking at her own smartness, Clara skipped over the the chair, grabbed it by the arm rest and easily dragged it in front of the shelving unit. As she started climbing on the chair, she quickly found that it was swiveling with her every move, which wasn't helpful. Yet, Clara carefully stood up on it, grabbing the nearest shelf for stability. Once she was on her feet, Clara turned her attention to the book. One hand grabbing the shelf, she reached up with the other and... there it was, just a bit more! There we - getting on her tiptoes the girl pushed up a bit more, - gooooo..ohnooo..!

All of a sudden her footing was just not there anymore, the chair had rolled back and out of reach. Being somewhat conscious of her predicament, Clara at least tried to hold on to the wooden frame, but it was only with one hand, while the other grabbed blindly and all it could find was books. And where for a split second it seemed like she had grabbed something solid, the next Clara knew the books gave way falling on her head and she was falling with them.

There was enough time for a scream.

Clara carefully opened one eye, then the other. Everything was dark. Oh dear... Uncurling her arms from around her head she quickly realized it was just her hair that had fallen over her face. The girl let out a shuddering breath and yelped again, when another moment of weightlessness struck, but it lasted only a heartbeat as her side met with the floor. It didn't hurt, but startled poor child enough that, by the time her gran had ran to her aid, responding to the initial scream, Clara was crying her eyes out.

Gran looked her over from head to toe and couldn't find a scratch on her. Once Clara had calmed down enough to answer some questions, it became clear that instead of tears it was time to celebrate, because she had, according to gran, showed her first magic. Seeing her smiling like a mad woman, Clara soon stopped sobbing.