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Maeve Callahan
Status:
Muggle-born
Birthday:
17 Mar 2012
Nationality:
Irish
Residence:
Cork, Ireland
Function:
First year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
23,6 cm cherry wood and phoenix feather
Physical Description:
Maeve is a petite and freckled young girl of 11 with fiery red hair that falls to her shoulders in loose waves. She stands at an average height for her age and has a healthy and lean build. Her emerald green eyes are often described as windows to the enchanting Irish countryside, and her fair complexion complements her rosy cheeks.

Mental Description:
Maeve possesses a keen intellect and insatiable curiosity, even at her young age. Her mind is a treasure trove of magical knowledge, and she often loses herself in books about magical creatures and the art of spellwork. She is known for her unwavering determination and a sense of responsibility towards those in need. Maeve is a kind-hearted child who always seeks to find the good in people, making her a trusted friend and a natural peacemaker among her peers. Maeve's curiosity and eagerness to learn about magic may sometimes lead her to act impulsively, trying spells or potions without fully understanding the potential consequences. Also, as someone who is always seeking to understand and learn, Maeve may tend to overanalyze situations, causing her to become anxious or indecisive.

Biography:
Maeve Callahan, an 11-year-old Muggle-born witch, was born into a loving Muggle family in the heart of Cork, Ireland. Her childhood was filled with tales of Irish folklore and lush landscapes that inspired her sense of wonder. Her parents, both teachers at a local primary school, instilled a strong sense of curiosity and a love for learning in her.

First Instance of Magic:
It happened when she was just eight years old during a family picnic by the banks of the River Lee. Maeve, sitting in the meadow, gazed at the delicate wildflowers that had yet to bloom due to the cold winter. Touched by her innocent wish for beauty, her magic stirred, and warmth enveloped her. In an instant, the meadow blossomed with vibrant flowers, their colors dancing with life despite the frosty surroundings.