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Wilhelmina Stewart
Status:
Muggle-born
Birthday:
15 Oct 2011
Nationality:
English
Residence:
York, England
Function:
First year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
24,6 cm cherry wood and unicorn hair
Physical Description: Winnie has honey brown eyes, framed with thick lashes. Her skin is pale, and speckled with freckles that darken in intensity during the summer months. Her hair is brown as well, loosely textured waves that end just past her shoulders. The ends have streaks of warm honey colour blended in them, lightened from the sun. She has a small pout, with rosy lips.

Mental Description: Winnie is a well natured girl, albeit slightly awkward with her peers. What she lacks in social graces she makes up with warmth as she's soft spoken and kind. Winnie has a strong connection with magical beasts, and often prefers to spend most of her time out doors surrounded by nature than inside in a classroom. She has a green-thumb and is quite attuned to tending gardens, stopping often to sketch out different plants she crosses. Winnie dislikes getting into trouble, however her curiosity and personal nature of following her own set of rules gets her in trouble often. She dislikes total authority, and pushes her boundaries sneakily when she feels assured she won't be caught. Winnie seeks out the more odd characters within her peers and feels that everyone deserves to have a friend.

Biography: Winnie grew up on a farm in Hawes, Yorkshire to two muggles. Most of her childhood so far was spent tending to the livestock and crops of her parents farm, learning how to be quite self sufficient. Her mother, Janice, was the one who inherited the family farm. Janice grew up tending to the crops, which is made up of wheat, potatoes and other field vegetables. In the fall their small collection of apple trees come into season, and Janice makes an amazing apple pie that is quite the hit in their town. Winnies parents met when they were in school, her father William had moved from York to the village when he was 10. William and Janice were high school sweethearts, and he turned away from his more affluent upbringing to help Janice achieve her dream of carrying on her family's legacy. Both of Winnie's grandparents had relocated from the farm, Janice's parents moving into a small cottage nearby, and William's parents moved back to York.

Her parents set strict structure to her life, forcing her up early on the weekends and to assist in household chores. This caused lots of fights between her and her parents, and she would often wander off on the farm lands between chores to play. Janice would urge Winnie to tend to the crops, giving her easy jobs like weeding and picking the field vegetables. These chores were so boring, Winnie absolutely dreaded those ones. The sun in the summer, bringing about the heat and the flies that buzzed around her face. The spring and winter were no relief either- the wind and rain that often came meant that by the time Winnie was done her chores her boots and socks were drenched and muddy. The only jobs that she would actually enjoy was when the livestock needed tending.

Winnie is an only child and it caused her to feel very lonely, which is why most of her companionship was found with the animals around her. Her farm consisted of an assortment of pigs, cattle, and sheep. Winnie adored spring, when the farm would be buzzing with excitement over the new piglets, calves and lambs.The pig den was usually very smelly and dirty so Winnie would lean against the fence and watch them from afar. The mother pig's name was Sprinkles, and she would feed her apples right out of her hands when her Mum and Dad were with her. When it came to the cattle they were a lot more hesitant of the squealing young girl, so Winnie only spent time with them when there were calves, helping to hand feed them when the mother cows were getting their check ups.

Her favourites were easily the sheep. Since they were smaller and more docile her parents allowed her to visit them unsupervised, so Winnie often escaped to the field where they would be grazing with her sketchbook. The sheep were hard to tell apart sometimes, so she liked to use a rotating list of names to call them, Bubba, Bubby, and Boop. When she laid down on the grass really still they would venture up close, sometimes settling in and curling up next to her.

She attended a local muggle school, where she would be very friendly with her peers and had many friends- and distractions. The school was very small, so she only had a group of 15 other kids her age for classes. Winnie got along well with all of them, having known them for so long she never felt shy. There were two classmates she was very close with, named Lucille and Alex. The three girls were inseparable odd-balls, often running around the creek on Lucille's family farm to pick flowers to weave into crowns and acted out silly scenes from children's books they had read. Alex was more of a tomboy, and Winnie and her often wrestled together playfully which always ended in breathless bouts of giggles. Her parents warned her not to let her friends know about her magic, and sometimes Winnie would pretend to be fairies with the girls, and talk to them about what it would be like if magic was real. She wished they were witches as well, because it was hurtful to not be able to truly be herself around them.

First Instance of Magic: When Winnie was young she would play often in the pond on her property. The pond is often teeming full of frogs and she would spend hours watching and talking to them. When the frogs ventured too close to her she would often reach out and stroke at them, and would feel rejected when they hopped away. One morning she was visiting the pond she saw one of her favourite frogs perched on a stone at the outer edge. Winnie approached the frog stealthily, and was so close to successfully catching it in her small hands when it hopped away, heading into the water of the pond. She cried out with such need of wanting to hold the small creature and she stretched out her hand. To her amazement, the frog halted mid leap, levitating through the air into her hands. Winnie held and stroked the frog for half an hour before releasing it- feeling quite smug about the encounter she later informed her parents.