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Angie Barnes
Status:
Pure-blood
Nationality:
English
Residence:
London, England
Function:
First year, Gryffindor
Wand:
20,1 cm walnut wood and phoenix feather
Angie Barnes

How I look like: I'm an 11-year-old girl from England. I have long blond hair, with some hints of brown near their roots. My eyes are light blue, usually rather cold. Generally, I have a slim face and Northern features. I'm not tall, but I have a toned body and hopefully, I'll grow some more in the years. I don't have any particular features, except a small scar on my elbow.

My personality: I'm extremely determined and I always work hard to reach my goals. At the same time, I'm witty and stubborn. I don't trust people easily, but once I do, I'll fight for my friends under any circumstances. My short temper and my sarcasm are probably the worst traits of my character. I'm also a trickster and enjoy making pranks and causing mischief.

Biography: I come from a rather large Pureblood family. My great-grandfather moved to England from Sweden looking for a better Wizarding Community. I was the second of four children. My older brother is now 17, my younger sisters are 5 and 3. When I was young I spent most of the time studying genealogy, Latin, and French, since my parents care much for our education. As members of a family who lays much value in the purity of our blood, we weren't allowed to spend time with the other children in the nearby Muggle town. My older brother thought me how to fly with a broom, and we spent many summers practicing. In general, I have a pleasant relationship with my parents, even if they raised us in a very old-fashioned way. In fact, I even share their opinion about blood purity, even if I don't disrespect those who come from a non-magical or mixed family.

First Instance of Magic: I can remember very clearly that my magical abilities were revealed rather early. When I was 3, maybe 4, I used to spend a lot of time alone. One day, I was trying to reach a book on a high shelf and couldn't. At the precise moment, when I was about to give up, the book slowly moved into my hand. My parents later told me that it was a rather common instance of magic in younger children, but they were indeed very proud.