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Aelin Harris
Status:
Muggle-born
Nationality:
English
Residence:
London, England
Function:
First year, Hufflepuff
Wand:
28,2 cm hornbeam wood and phoenix feather
A young girl, in her 11th year of life. Her face covered in dirt which has found it's way onto her rather dry face by spending too much time closed off in a barn. She has been reading. Most of the books surrounding her were about brave warriors fighting for their land and what not. That's what she loved. Adventure mixed with adrenaline that pumps through one's veins- fantastic. Yet, this whole story isn't about Aelin's love for books and knowledge. You came here to find out about her personality and origin. What made her become who she is now? And, what is she even like?

Well, she is special I'll give you that. Her intelligence is amazing as shown since the little kid loves to brag. Ask her anything and she will have the answer. If not, you bet she'll do her research. Of course, smart isn't the only way to define this fella, her creativity isn't something we can ignore. She has shown how even the smallest things can be useful anywhere. Please, do not let these traits fool you. She is a quiet and cold person, not exactly interested in human contact what-so-ever.

It's even weird to her that some humans can be so friendly towards each other. She can feel emotions, some at least, but actually understanding what her own species is all about is a hard one. That is why she hoped to find those that resemble her, only to find out it's all the same later. Damn, you can say they are even worse. Still let us not focus on her whole hate towards the loud halls of Hogwarts. We didn't even hear about the moment she got her letter.

It was like any other day, hiding inside of a barn at her family's farm. She has been cuddling with her rather old cat, known as Queen. It was quiet and peaceful as the two enjoyed the sound of slight wind knocking on the doors of their hideout. Then, a simple yellowish envelope has flew in through one of the 8 windows. On it's fine paper it said;

'Dear miss, Harris'

The rest has left her in shock. It was amazing to even think of all the possibilities now. The girl ran towards a small wooden house in which her mother stood, making dinner. Brown haired woman looked down at the excited toddler, slight smile forming on her dry lips. She scanned the letter, assuming it's a prank at first. They have left it go on, assuming no future letters will show.

Both were wrong as one more came in, confirming that this is actually their own reality. The matter has been taken care of by her parents as the couple decided to let her go.

Allowing this young wizard's adventure to begin.