Physical Description: Olivia is nimble, athletic, and very energetic. She is not a particularly strong person, despite her athletic build. She has beautiful dark brown eyes and has dark brown hair. Olivia is beautiful but not in an eye-catching or flashy sort of way.

Mental Description: she's smart but struggles with learning in school; she is a hot-headed person who stands up for what she believes in no matter what; she's very confident in herself, but not in a vain sort of way; she perseveres in things she cares about (such as Quidditch), but gives up easily in everything else; she's very impulsive, and that gets her in trouble quite a few times; she was also a petty person, but grew out of that when she got older; lastly, she's a rash person.

Biography: She comes from a long line of owlet trainers. Passing on skills and traditions from one generation to another, her family managed to become very respectable trainers among the pureblood community. Their work was held in high regard, trained owls are expensive, their ability to trace the person in question without the need for an address was invaluable to wizards no matter the status. Her life always revolved around owls, even her last name was influenced by their feathers. They lived on an isolated estate, far away from wizards and muggles alike. The owls needed space and due to the nature of their profession, the Feather family needed to make some sacrifices. Her father, Thomas Feather, was a busy wizard. Always away from home on his business trips, arranging contracts for their family business. Her mother, Elena Feather, was the main owlet trainer in the family. She was always at the estate working with owls. Since she was alone with her two daughters, only made her cherish them more. Taking them on family camping trips and other family activities. The family would always bring an army of owls with them, wherever they go. Her four years older sister, Vanessa was a lovely girl, with a mischievous mind. She always pranked and teased Olivia, but the two loved each other with all their hearts. Despite being isolated from the wizarding community, they had quite a few friends growing up. Mostly children of other owlet trainers and trading partners of their father. Out of the bunch, her best friends were twins from France, a boy named Julien and a girl named Céline. Being children of Elena's best friend, who she met during the summer camp in France when she was a student, they were visiting the estate every summer.


First Instance of Magic: Being nine years old and having a big sister wasn't always fun and games; especially when they had company. Every year, during the summer break, the Feather estate received a few temporary residents. Julien and his twin sister Céline loved more than anything to visit their friends in England.

One evening, a shrill squeal could be heard as a silver-haired french girl narrowly dodged a pink pillow at the hands of Vanessa Feather, whose bubble-gum pink hair was hardly noticed among the various other shades of the color.

The other two seemed to laugh as Céline toppled backward off the oversized bed which had been transfigured to be three times its normal size, filling half the room. The French girl giggled and tossed a pillow at Olivia who simply ducked and fell back into a pile of pillows.

"Quick!" shouted Julien as he dove over the bed-headed in Olivia's general direction. "Tickle her while she's down!" The other two seemed to scramble as fast as they could among the pillows over to where Olivia was sprawled on her back, trying to hold a rather large puffy pink pillow over her body in defense.

Being a member of an owlet trainers family and being surrounded by owls meant that feathers were abundant. Her last name was a cursed one, she thought. Olivia laughed as her big sister tickled her nose with a feather from one of the owls. She began to scrunch her nose and wiggle about madly, cackling and laughing so hard it was bringing tears to her eyes. She howled through her laughter, but the others did not relent.

At that moment, something extraordinary happened, something no one expected. As Olivia screamed, every pillow in the room blow up at the same time, a large number of feathers exploded from her pillows. As her attackers looked around the room, completely dumbfounded, the twirling feathers attacked them, tickling relentlessly.

Olivia couldn't believe what happen. It was the most miraculous thing ever. She stood up and ran downstairs to get their parents, excited beyond control. The feathers were unyielding and the madness was stopped only with the help of their parents.