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Willow Greene
Status:
Half-blood
Birthday:
29 Nov 2009
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Sheffield, England
Function:
Second year, Slytherin
Wand:
26,7 cm dogwood wood and phoenix feather
Willow has long, brown hair with natural blonde highlights scattered around from the numerous hours spent outside. Her eyes were a pale green color like that of a leaf frosted by many nights in winter cold. She was short in stature and was of average build. Her birthday is November 29th and she always loves having a party with her closest friends.

She can be rather cold to people she has yet to get to know. She realized at a young age that if you don’t let yourself be vulnerable, you are less likely to get hurt. However once she grows closer to you, whether that be hours or months later, she will be one of the truest friends you could hope for. If you were ever hungry, just ask Willow for something as she is always carrying around some sort of sweet or snack.

Willow had always led a normal life. A house with a white picket fence, a little dog, 2 loving parents. She lived her entire life in a little town in Michigan, That was until she turned 6 and her mother and father divorced. Her mother was so distraught she couldn’t stand to live in their house anymore. So, she sold it. She took Willow away from her friends, away from where she grew up, away from her dad, to Sheffield. Where her mother had grown up. She basically resented her for it. She had started to make her moms life miserable over the years they had lived there. That was until she got her letter. She didn’t necessarily want to be mean to her, she just needed someone to blame for her whole life turning upside down so she chose the only person she had close to her at the time.
When she had first gotten the letter, she was confused. She had heard of Hogwarts many times but they were just stories her mom told her to get her to sleep. Weren’t they? Her mother had sat her down and told Willow the truth about her schooling years and that she was a wizard. This had shocked Willow less than she thought it would. She had always thought something was wrong with her. She always stood out from the rest. Whether it was jumping a little higher when trying to reach something, or being able to jump out of a tree and land softly on the ground.
She had tried to think when the first time she (unknowingly) used magic. She realized it was when her mother had made her particularly upset when she was around 7 years old and they were arguing. As the argument reached its peak, her mothers hair caught on fire. She couldn't believe that had happened but now that she knew magic was real she figured that must have been the cause