Lila Brooks
- Status:
- Muggle-born
- Birthday:
- 24 Nov 2011
- Nationality:
- Irish
- Residence:
- Tullamore, Ireland
- Function:
- First year, Ravenclaw
- Wand:
- 22,5 cm cherry wood and unicorn hair
Physical Description: Pale blonde hair, dark brown eyes and freckles. Tall and willowy for her age, she is 4 foot 11" and 89 pounds.
Mental Description: Lila is spirited and energetic, creative and loves problem-solving. Both introverted and extroverted; she needs alone time to think and process her day but thrives on collaboration and group projects. She has a tendency to get too excited and a little loud sometimes and is deeply ashamed of this trait. Sagittarius/Scorpio cusp and definitely acts like it. Likes to write and make up different stories and has the most elaborate universe for her stuffed animals. She wanted to be an author or comic-book artist before she realized that she was a witch. ENFP IIE 479.
Biography: Lila was born in Cincinnati, Ohio and grew up there. She didn't really know her birth parents, but was adopted by wonderful elderly lady named Gertie who raised her until the age of 8. Gertie unfortunately passed away, and she was sent to her next of kin, Gertie's daughter Kristie who lives in Tullamore, Ireland. Although the adjustment was difficult, Kristie and her partner Shannon are amazing parents, and she has a little sister Inez (age 4). She spends a lot of time tending to the flowers in her garden and reading to her black and white cat Molly. Shannon has also taught her how to sew so she makes her own clothes sometimes (often with askew buttons and crooked seams).
First Instance of Magic: When Lila was nine, she was reading her favorite comic book under her sheets at night. In this issue, the brilliant Inspector Cortex was protecting the Earth from helmet-clad Dalmatians from space, and it was getting pretty intense. In the thick of the action, Inspector Cortex was interrupted by Brainley, his assistant, with a very humorous observation. She laughed harder and louder than she should have at this time of night. Her reading lamp flickered and the light went out. When she woke up, it was revealed that her laugh had caused the lightbulb to explode, with the shards collected in a tidy pile like daisy petals under the lamp. Of course, she thought it was just a freak accident, like every other anomaly in her decidedly strange life until she realized she was a witch.
Mental Description: Lila is spirited and energetic, creative and loves problem-solving. Both introverted and extroverted; she needs alone time to think and process her day but thrives on collaboration and group projects. She has a tendency to get too excited and a little loud sometimes and is deeply ashamed of this trait. Sagittarius/Scorpio cusp and definitely acts like it. Likes to write and make up different stories and has the most elaborate universe for her stuffed animals. She wanted to be an author or comic-book artist before she realized that she was a witch. ENFP IIE 479.
Biography: Lila was born in Cincinnati, Ohio and grew up there. She didn't really know her birth parents, but was adopted by wonderful elderly lady named Gertie who raised her until the age of 8. Gertie unfortunately passed away, and she was sent to her next of kin, Gertie's daughter Kristie who lives in Tullamore, Ireland. Although the adjustment was difficult, Kristie and her partner Shannon are amazing parents, and she has a little sister Inez (age 4). She spends a lot of time tending to the flowers in her garden and reading to her black and white cat Molly. Shannon has also taught her how to sew so she makes her own clothes sometimes (often with askew buttons and crooked seams).
First Instance of Magic: When Lila was nine, she was reading her favorite comic book under her sheets at night. In this issue, the brilliant Inspector Cortex was protecting the Earth from helmet-clad Dalmatians from space, and it was getting pretty intense. In the thick of the action, Inspector Cortex was interrupted by Brainley, his assistant, with a very humorous observation. She laughed harder and louder than she should have at this time of night. Her reading lamp flickered and the light went out. When she woke up, it was revealed that her laugh had caused the lightbulb to explode, with the shards collected in a tidy pile like daisy petals under the lamp. Of course, she thought it was just a freak accident, like every other anomaly in her decidedly strange life until she realized she was a witch.