Enora Underwood
- Status:
- Pure-blood
- Birthday:
- 16 May 2012
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- Bristol, England
- Function:
- First year, Ravenclaw
- Wand:
- 31,2 cm cherry wood and unicorn hair
Good morning!
My name is Enora Underwood.
I have long, soft light brown hair. They reach my lower back, and, according to my family, they look like my mother's. I also have brown eyes, a bit dull. I don't really like them.
My face has rather melancholy features. I am rather small and light.
I'm rather shy... I like discovering new things, but sometimes the unknown scares me. I am nevertheless curious, however, it does not often work in my favor. I'm pretty smart; I am cultured because I read a lot, I have a good memory and I have a good sense of deduction. I'm not very courageous, rather timid, even, and only experience adventure on my couch, in books.
I was born to two wizard parents: Onyx and William Underwood. But... they are two nomadic magizoologists. Having a child was never in their plans. So, from my first months, I was entrusted to my uncle George, my mother's brother. George is married to Lilya, and they have three children, all boys. Edward, who is fifteen, Harry, who is also eleven, and Nolan, who is seven. I grew up among these “brothers”, who were more brothers than cousins. It’s as if my parents were more like my aunt and uncle. Besides, I only saw them three times.
I grew up in a muggle school. Lilya is a Muggle, and even though she has knowledge of magic, she prefers her children (and therefore her niece) to be in Muggle school. They don't welcome me easily there. I distance myself from others, and they criticize me because of it. But is it a problem to prefer the company of books to that of your classmates?
When I received my Hogwarts letter at the same time as my cousin Harry, I couldn't have been happier. I can't wait to go to this school, even if it scares me a little...
My magic manifested itself quite simply. I had to set the table, when the stack of plates I was holding fell to the floor. As I try to put the pieces together, they miraculously come together. After that day, I think I realized that not going to Hogwarts was not an option for me.
I hope my story isn't too boring,
Enora Underwood
(Sorry if this seems confusing, I'm not an English speaker and I don't speak English very well.)
My name is Enora Underwood.
I have long, soft light brown hair. They reach my lower back, and, according to my family, they look like my mother's. I also have brown eyes, a bit dull. I don't really like them.
My face has rather melancholy features. I am rather small and light.
I'm rather shy... I like discovering new things, but sometimes the unknown scares me. I am nevertheless curious, however, it does not often work in my favor. I'm pretty smart; I am cultured because I read a lot, I have a good memory and I have a good sense of deduction. I'm not very courageous, rather timid, even, and only experience adventure on my couch, in books.
I was born to two wizard parents: Onyx and William Underwood. But... they are two nomadic magizoologists. Having a child was never in their plans. So, from my first months, I was entrusted to my uncle George, my mother's brother. George is married to Lilya, and they have three children, all boys. Edward, who is fifteen, Harry, who is also eleven, and Nolan, who is seven. I grew up among these “brothers”, who were more brothers than cousins. It’s as if my parents were more like my aunt and uncle. Besides, I only saw them three times.
I grew up in a muggle school. Lilya is a Muggle, and even though she has knowledge of magic, she prefers her children (and therefore her niece) to be in Muggle school. They don't welcome me easily there. I distance myself from others, and they criticize me because of it. But is it a problem to prefer the company of books to that of your classmates?
When I received my Hogwarts letter at the same time as my cousin Harry, I couldn't have been happier. I can't wait to go to this school, even if it scares me a little...
My magic manifested itself quite simply. I had to set the table, when the stack of plates I was holding fell to the floor. As I try to put the pieces together, they miraculously come together. After that day, I think I realized that not going to Hogwarts was not an option for me.
I hope my story isn't too boring,
Enora Underwood
(Sorry if this seems confusing, I'm not an English speaker and I don't speak English very well.)