Elowen Thistlewick
- Status:
- Half-blood
- Birthday:
- 08 May 2014
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- Devon, England
- Function:
- Second year, Ravenclaw
- Wand:
- 27,4 cm cherry wood and jackalope antler
Nickname: Wyn
Residence: Devon, England
Appearance:
Physically, she is quite petite for her age and has a faintly wiry strength hidden in her frame. Her warm golden-brown skin tone is complemented with a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose, making her look like she has been kissed by the sun. Her hazel eyes can be either green or amber depending on the light, and they always appear to be full of wonder and deep reflection. Most of the time, her thick, wavy, dark-brown hair is tied into a loose braid, and she often has bits of ribbon or twine incorporated into it as her little ways of expression. When she is at home, she wears comfortable, layered clothes in earthy colors that make her look like a girl from the woods, which she is so crazy about.
Personality:
Wyn's mind is always active, and she is highly attentive by nature. She often sees small things that others don’t, and when something interests her, she goes off to her own world. Her nature is very kind, and though she is quietly strong, she is not the type to show off or seek the limelight, but she is ready to defend her point when it’s the case. She is an innately creative person, and her favorite things are making up stories, drawing imaginary creatures, and creating little things by using bits and pieces she has. In spite of her nice qualities, she can be very nervous sometimes, particularly when she is afraid of the people she loves being disappointed. To be sure, loyalty is one of the longest-lasting traits of Wyn’s character, and she will be the most loyal friend you can count on.
Early Life:
Elowen was raised in a tiny village that was situated right beside the vast and old forest. The village was serene and full of old magic. It had crooked chimneys, blooming gardens, and cobblestone paths that softly glowed under the moonlight. Her mother was employed at a magical plant nursery where she took care of everything from mild healing herbs to the spiky, ill-tempered plants that needed to be dealt with by wearing dragonhide gloves. Wyn really loved the greenhouse; it was a place that smelt of warm earth, rainwater, and something a little sweet and wild. While working, her mother would demonstrate the usage of each plant to her and thereby instruct her not to be scared of nature’s power but to respect it.Her dad, a regular human (Muggle), was a bookbinder who operated from a small studio that was linked to their house. His days were filled with a heap of parchment, spools of thread, and neatly pressed leather covers. Watching him work was equally enjoyable as being in the greenhouse for Wyn. There was something magical, though different, about the transformation of empty pages into a book by his meticulous hands. Their house was a mix of two different worlds: One could see cauldrons softly bubbling next to the stacks of hand-sewn journals and enchanted teapots whistling beside jars of ink and pressed flowers.Wyn was taught from her very early years that being alone was not something to be uncomfortable with. She used to spend her afternoons wandering through the woods that were close to her house, discovering the narrow streams and the hidden parts of the forest. She picked the most unusual leaves, pieces of bark, smooth stones, and feathers and kept them safe in small boxes. At times, she would draw the animals that she had seen—rabbits, foxes, owls—while attempting to portray the life spark in their eyes. Her parents were very supportive of her inquisitiveness and creative nature. They preferred reflection and gentle learning rather than strict expectation. Therefore, Wyn became silent but sure of herself, caring, and having a strong bond with the world surrounding her.
Background:
Wyn, even though she was raised in a caring and tranquil environment, sometimes thought that she was caught between two different worlds. The family on the mother's side had been witches and wizards for a very long time, and they were very proud of their magical ancestors. They would not stop talking about spells, flying on brooms, and the most famous magical scholars whenever they came. Even though they loved Wyn and were full of bright prospects for her, their happiness was often mixed with an air of quiet expectation. They assumed it as a given that she would make it in magic, that she would be the one to marry and keep the family heritage going, and that Hogwarts would be the next immediate step. Wyn was not so sure that she could be the person they anticipated. In contrast, the father's side of the family had no knowledge of magic at all. To them, Wyn was just a clever girl who would soon attend a "special private boarding school." Whenever she was with them, it was always a requirement that she be very careful—she had to be sure that she did not speak about the self-watering flowerpots or the quills that write by themselves and, more importantly, that no one thought that the plants in her mother's greenhouse were making a little noise when they were talked to. She frequently thought that she had to split herself in two: one who could talk about magic with no restrictions and the other still being silent and cautious. The fact that she had to keep the secret made her feel different, although her father's family loved her very much. Right now, with her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts, Wyn is both excited and worried. In her thoughts, Hogwarts is the place that has endless hallways full of secrets, classes where spells are done, and you can actually see them, and other kids who also live with magic every day But she is apprehensive that she may not be sufficiently good—what if her magic is not powerful enough? What if people laugh at her instead of being nice to her? Anyway, under all her doubts, there is still a tiny bit of hope in her heart that maybe Hogwarts will be the place where she will not be able to hide anymore and will eventually find out who she really was.
First Instance of Magic:
When Wyn was just six, she found a baby bird lying on the ground beneath a tree in her backyard. The bird must have come down from its nest, as its wings were small and untested, and it made a very weak call, shivering in the dirt. Wyn took it very gently, but her hands were also shaking as she tried to keep the bird warm. Wyn had always been a softie, and the sight of something so small and helpless made her chest hurt. She was sitting on the back stairs, talking to the bird in a low voice, her eyes filling with tears and wishing she knew how to help it.While the bird was made to feel warm and safe in her embrace, an unusual thing took place. The area around her seemed to get warmer, not in a fiery or bright way but in a gentle, kind glow—like sunbeams after they had passed through the leaves. The bird stopped shaking. Its very small breaths became regular, and it made a quiet, sure small burst of sound. It is not that it got fully and suddenly strong again, but it no longer looked scared. It went on Wyn's hand as if her touch was enough to make it safe.Her mother came out just in time to see Wyn surrounded by the very faint glow in the air—a sign of surprising magical power. She did not move an inch, and her eyes were as wide as saucers. The surprise was not at the magic itself, but at the experience: calm, friendly, and comforting. She dropped down to the floor next to Wyn, softly speaking and helping her to find the bravery to release the bird to the nest again.When they talked about it later, her mom told her that for certain people, their magic lives in their feelings—in particular, empathy. Wyn didn’t deliberately cast a spell. She was only so overwhelmed with feeling that her magic did it all by itself. And up to now, Wyn's magic has shone like a candle when her emotions rather than logic have prevailed.
Residence: Devon, England
Appearance:
Physically, she is quite petite for her age and has a faintly wiry strength hidden in her frame. Her warm golden-brown skin tone is complemented with a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose, making her look like she has been kissed by the sun. Her hazel eyes can be either green or amber depending on the light, and they always appear to be full of wonder and deep reflection. Most of the time, her thick, wavy, dark-brown hair is tied into a loose braid, and she often has bits of ribbon or twine incorporated into it as her little ways of expression. When she is at home, she wears comfortable, layered clothes in earthy colors that make her look like a girl from the woods, which she is so crazy about.
Personality:
Wyn's mind is always active, and she is highly attentive by nature. She often sees small things that others don’t, and when something interests her, she goes off to her own world. Her nature is very kind, and though she is quietly strong, she is not the type to show off or seek the limelight, but she is ready to defend her point when it’s the case. She is an innately creative person, and her favorite things are making up stories, drawing imaginary creatures, and creating little things by using bits and pieces she has. In spite of her nice qualities, she can be very nervous sometimes, particularly when she is afraid of the people she loves being disappointed. To be sure, loyalty is one of the longest-lasting traits of Wyn’s character, and she will be the most loyal friend you can count on.
Early Life:
Elowen was raised in a tiny village that was situated right beside the vast and old forest. The village was serene and full of old magic. It had crooked chimneys, blooming gardens, and cobblestone paths that softly glowed under the moonlight. Her mother was employed at a magical plant nursery where she took care of everything from mild healing herbs to the spiky, ill-tempered plants that needed to be dealt with by wearing dragonhide gloves. Wyn really loved the greenhouse; it was a place that smelt of warm earth, rainwater, and something a little sweet and wild. While working, her mother would demonstrate the usage of each plant to her and thereby instruct her not to be scared of nature’s power but to respect it.Her dad, a regular human (Muggle), was a bookbinder who operated from a small studio that was linked to their house. His days were filled with a heap of parchment, spools of thread, and neatly pressed leather covers. Watching him work was equally enjoyable as being in the greenhouse for Wyn. There was something magical, though different, about the transformation of empty pages into a book by his meticulous hands. Their house was a mix of two different worlds: One could see cauldrons softly bubbling next to the stacks of hand-sewn journals and enchanted teapots whistling beside jars of ink and pressed flowers.Wyn was taught from her very early years that being alone was not something to be uncomfortable with. She used to spend her afternoons wandering through the woods that were close to her house, discovering the narrow streams and the hidden parts of the forest. She picked the most unusual leaves, pieces of bark, smooth stones, and feathers and kept them safe in small boxes. At times, she would draw the animals that she had seen—rabbits, foxes, owls—while attempting to portray the life spark in their eyes. Her parents were very supportive of her inquisitiveness and creative nature. They preferred reflection and gentle learning rather than strict expectation. Therefore, Wyn became silent but sure of herself, caring, and having a strong bond with the world surrounding her.
Background:
Wyn, even though she was raised in a caring and tranquil environment, sometimes thought that she was caught between two different worlds. The family on the mother's side had been witches and wizards for a very long time, and they were very proud of their magical ancestors. They would not stop talking about spells, flying on brooms, and the most famous magical scholars whenever they came. Even though they loved Wyn and were full of bright prospects for her, their happiness was often mixed with an air of quiet expectation. They assumed it as a given that she would make it in magic, that she would be the one to marry and keep the family heritage going, and that Hogwarts would be the next immediate step. Wyn was not so sure that she could be the person they anticipated. In contrast, the father's side of the family had no knowledge of magic at all. To them, Wyn was just a clever girl who would soon attend a "special private boarding school." Whenever she was with them, it was always a requirement that she be very careful—she had to be sure that she did not speak about the self-watering flowerpots or the quills that write by themselves and, more importantly, that no one thought that the plants in her mother's greenhouse were making a little noise when they were talked to. She frequently thought that she had to split herself in two: one who could talk about magic with no restrictions and the other still being silent and cautious. The fact that she had to keep the secret made her feel different, although her father's family loved her very much. Right now, with her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts, Wyn is both excited and worried. In her thoughts, Hogwarts is the place that has endless hallways full of secrets, classes where spells are done, and you can actually see them, and other kids who also live with magic every day But she is apprehensive that she may not be sufficiently good—what if her magic is not powerful enough? What if people laugh at her instead of being nice to her? Anyway, under all her doubts, there is still a tiny bit of hope in her heart that maybe Hogwarts will be the place where she will not be able to hide anymore and will eventually find out who she really was.
First Instance of Magic:
When Wyn was just six, she found a baby bird lying on the ground beneath a tree in her backyard. The bird must have come down from its nest, as its wings were small and untested, and it made a very weak call, shivering in the dirt. Wyn took it very gently, but her hands were also shaking as she tried to keep the bird warm. Wyn had always been a softie, and the sight of something so small and helpless made her chest hurt. She was sitting on the back stairs, talking to the bird in a low voice, her eyes filling with tears and wishing she knew how to help it.While the bird was made to feel warm and safe in her embrace, an unusual thing took place. The area around her seemed to get warmer, not in a fiery or bright way but in a gentle, kind glow—like sunbeams after they had passed through the leaves. The bird stopped shaking. Its very small breaths became regular, and it made a quiet, sure small burst of sound. It is not that it got fully and suddenly strong again, but it no longer looked scared. It went on Wyn's hand as if her touch was enough to make it safe.Her mother came out just in time to see Wyn surrounded by the very faint glow in the air—a sign of surprising magical power. She did not move an inch, and her eyes were as wide as saucers. The surprise was not at the magic itself, but at the experience: calm, friendly, and comforting. She dropped down to the floor next to Wyn, softly speaking and helping her to find the bravery to release the bird to the nest again.When they talked about it later, her mom told her that for certain people, their magic lives in their feelings—in particular, empathy. Wyn didn’t deliberately cast a spell. She was only so overwhelmed with feeling that her magic did it all by itself. And up to now, Wyn's magic has shone like a candle when her emotions rather than logic have prevailed.