Physical Description: Azalea has always been a scrawny child,
her parents often joking that she'd been born with long and bony arms and legs to better flee from the scenes of her mischievous crimes. Her dark brown hair goes, unfortunately, oft unwashed. The child loathes baths. It is cut short below the jaw, because she dislikes having to 'deal with' long hair and she dislikes having to 'deal with' getting it cut too often (as she would have to were it any shorter). And, though she was scrawny, she always had been very tall for her age. Even at age 11 she was very nearly 5' tall, standing at 4'11''.

Mental Description: A mischievous child first and foremost, Azalea was the first to steal the cookie dough and slick the floor outside her brother's doors with oil (so that they'd slip on their way out!) That being said, none of her tricks were mean-spirited. It became clear at a young age that Azalea was the kind of child that was remarkably curious about other humans, in a way that suggested she may be examining them as though they were some alien species. Unruffled by acts others may judge as bad or even evil, Azalea was often mostly curious about the characters who'd commit such deeds.

It is safe to say that she is the kind of child that brings warmth to others. A shining ray of light, somehow people gravitate towards her. An introvert at heart, however, she tends to shy away from larger crowds and instead finds comfort and joy with a couple close friends. Unfortunately, despite how contradictory this may seem, Azalea had always struggled making close friends. Though children at school may want to spend time with her, attracted to the way she lives so freely, she disliked people in her space and loathed the idea of bringing friends over for a play date or sleepover. The concept of others touching her stuff gave her anxiety, and too many people around for too long made her angry and frustrated to the point of tears.

And so she only spends time with friends in the places they belong, never inviting them to leave that comfortable space and almost never accepting their invitations. It is simply safer that way, in her mind.

Biography: Azalea has a large family, an old one, that has been living in Oxford for many many centuries. Her parents claim that their family had been among the first to settle in the city, but Azalea can't imagine that being true. There are many branches to the family, though the Aves serve as the main branch. Her mother, Acacia, rules the family with both an iron fist and a kind heart. No one disobeys her, out of a mixture of respect and fear, for Acacia Aves is a scary woman when crossed, with a fierce temper and a knack for finding weak points in one's ego. Her father, on the other hand, though very much alike to her mother in many ways, is a much calmer presence in her life. Incredibly mellow, almost to the point of foolhardiness (as Acacia has pointed out many times), Azalea can't recall the last time she's heard Damian Aves yell. Perhaps he never has.

She also has three older brothers and a younger sister. The sister, Snapdragon (affectionately nicknamed 'Snap'), she cherishes, and together they are unstoppable. That being said, they also fight a lot as siblings close in age do. The brothers, being much older, are beloved. Having all left Hogwarts already and settled into the world, the times they do visit are special and rare. Full of worldly advice and endless energy for play, Ash, Lupin, and Rowan Aves are her prime targets for mischief.

In school Azalea has always been among the top students, though never the top student, or even truly close to the top student. Having an incredible drive for learning and innate curiosity about the world around her, she has always been good at comprehending what her teachers teach them. Unfortunately, she's struggled with reading and writing for as long as she could remember, and coupled with testing anxiety, she's always struggled to get the grades she deserved for the work she's put in and her comprehension of the subjects. Fortunately her teachers understood this, and she has been working with a speech and language therapist to learn to read properly for the last couple years after her third-grade teacher brought up the possibility that Azalea may be dyslexic to her parents.

Since then Azalea has improved quite a lot, but still struggles a bit at times and may need extra help. Unfortunately, she is more likely to put in a lot of extra effort than ask for help from peer or teachers.

First Instance of Magic: Azalea was playing with her preschool classmates with the class bunny. Only one person was allowed in the pen (a corner of the room full of toys and with plenty of hidey-holes for the bunny) with the bunny at a time, and normally the teacher or teachers assistant supervised play time. In this moment, however, the teacher was distracted by an argument between two students that involved a lot of shoving and the TA was going to the bathroom. A boy was in the pen with the bunny, and the other children watched from the outside as he played. Overwhelmed by his happiness at being able to see the bunny, the boy pulled him into a big hug, the kind that was against the rules. Azalea, distressed at seeing the bunny kicking and trying to escape, began to cry for it and the next thing she knew the bunny was free and the boy was rolling on the floor away from it. She'd willed a fake rubber football (the kind for young children) into bouncing over to the boy and smacking him in the head. In his shock he'd released the bunny and begun to cry.