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Parsley Archer
Status:
Half-blood
Birthday:
16 Jun 2012
Nationality:
Irish
Residence:
Dublin, Ireland
Function:
First year, Slytherin
Wand:
30,8 cm ash wood and troll tail hair
Physical Description: Parsley stands at 5 feet exactly, a few inches taller than her peers. She has dark wavy hair, cut unevenly at her chin, brown eyes, and freckles. She often wears bandaids on her knees and random scratches on her arms--she has not gotten used to her new-found growth spurt. Her fair skin is often sun-burnt from being out in the sun, and her robes covered in dirt and dust.

Mental Description: Parsley is a good friend and an okay student. Parsley tries her best but her attention gets the better of her. In the classroom, she might seem like a troublemaker, but outside she is kind to other students, even if she may have a temper.

Biography: Parsley's mother and father met at Hogwarts. Her mother, Dorothea, was a pure-blood witch, at the top of her class. Dorothea was kind to everyone, even the muggle-born American student, Oliver, who was more of a troublemaker. After Hogwarts, Dorothea and Oliver had Parsley, and her sister and brother. They live in a small home in Dublin, but visit America to see her father's family, and interact with the muggle society.

First Instance of Magic: Parsley knew she would be a witch, seeing her parents use their wands to do chores around the house, but she was still nervous she didn't have magic. That was until she was playing outside with her sister, Marigold, and baby brother, Jasper. Parsley and Marigold were playing in the pond near their home when baby Jasper began to waddle over, unbeknownst to his eldest sister. He makes it to the edge of the water before he begins to tumble in. Parsley catches sight of this, and in a panic, a gust of wind pushes him to his bottom, out of harms way. Parsley runs over to her brother, scooping him in her arms. In what should be a happy moment, is very tearful, as she rushes into their home where her father sits on the couch reading a newspaper. Now that Parsley is 11, she and her family can laugh about this at the dinner table, but she can't help but remember the feeling of panic she felt on that summer afternoon.