Sophia White
- Status:
- Pure-blood
- Nationality:
- Irish
- Residence:
- Dunmurry, Ireland
- Function:
- First year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 32,4 cm willow wood and unicorn hair
Sophia White's brilliant green eyes and red hair are always the first thing anyone notices about her. Growing up in Dunmurry, Sophia has a special love for the river flowing through her quiet village. She can normally be found by the Drumbeg Bridge reading stolen school books from her older sister, Ashleigh.
She has always been fascinated in the Defense Against the Dark Arts, and hopes to one day become the very professor instructing the class at Hogwarts. Until then, she hopes to become an excellent prefect or Head Girl.
Some of Sophia's fondest memories are of her and her parents taking her older sister, Ashleigh, to Diagon Alley at the end of the summer holiday to buy her supplies for school. She would follow along her sister in each shop, carefully making a note of each item she needed for school. Sophia always wondered what amazing things they had to be doing from the wide array of things Ashleigh always needed.
On the night before Ashleigh was to leave every year, her parents would make a great feast and sing Hogwarts songs.
Every year as she would goodbye to her sister from platform 9 3/4s, she always feared that she would never receive her very own acceptance letter. Seeing as how she had never showed any magical talents in her 11 years. Reading her sisters books, she would concentrate as hard as she could hoping to make anything around her float or catch fire. She'd take anything.
The summer following Sophia's eleventh birthday seemed the last forever. She had yet to show any signs of being anything magical, much less a White Witch. Sophia imagined the look on her mothers face when only one letter would come this holiday. Disappointment. Ashamed. Not being able to stand being in the house for another minute, Sophia snuck out the backdoor with another one of her sister's books. It was Ashleigh's first year Defense Against the Dark Arts. Having always being fascinated of the stories from the First Wizarding War. How brave the Aurors fought against some of the darkest wizards in history.
While nestled under a tree near the river, Sophia's nose was deep into a chapter about the Full Body-Bind curse when she felt something tickling her face, thinking it was just another insect, she batted it away without a glance up from her book. When she heard the rustle of the leaves directly in her ear, only then did she finally look up. To find herself levitating right above a low branch with the ground several feet below her. At first Sophia couldn't understand what was happening. She closed her eyes tightly, took two deep breaths and opened her eyes again. She was still floating in the air, but this time on the branch right next to her was the beautiful snowy white owl she had ever seen. And in its beak Sophia could see a letter with the Hogwarts wax seal. Then just as suddenly as she realized she was floating, she wasn't any longer. She felt herself starting to fall with the ground closing fast on her. "Oh great. I'm finally a witch, but I won't even live long enough to even BE a witch!", Sophia thought to herself falling through the air. Bracing for impact, Sophia closed her eyes expecting to feel the hard earth below her. After what seemed like hours with no impact, she finally opened one eye to see her book on the ground and inch from her nose. Just as she had somehow made herself levitate, she had made herself stop just before it was too. After a deep breath, she floated as light as a feather to the ground.
Gathering herself and her things, she turned to start home for dinner. Then suddenly she remembered. The Owl. She turned back to the tree to see nothing there. Shaking her head, she started home. On the walk she replayed the scene of what just happened. She was sure she had levitated. And she was SURE she saw an owl. "It must have thought I was Ashleigh". Turning the last corner before her house, she heard the screech of an owl above her. There it was the white owl again! It was following her home! Reaching the steps of her front porch, the owl dropped the letter at her feet, gave her a nibble on her hand and flew off into the sunset. Sophia picked up the letter and turned it over.
Sophia White
Floating By The River
Dunmurry, Ireland
Now its her turn. Sophia was over joyed when she finally received her acceptance letter. She reread it at least 25 times before taking it to her parents. Sophia whispered every word to herself as her mother read aloud for the whole family. Once her mother was done, Sophia quickly began telling her family about the events by the river.
While her father beamed, her sister hugged her tightly and said
"Now it's time for the best White to make her story".
She has always been fascinated in the Defense Against the Dark Arts, and hopes to one day become the very professor instructing the class at Hogwarts. Until then, she hopes to become an excellent prefect or Head Girl.
Some of Sophia's fondest memories are of her and her parents taking her older sister, Ashleigh, to Diagon Alley at the end of the summer holiday to buy her supplies for school. She would follow along her sister in each shop, carefully making a note of each item she needed for school. Sophia always wondered what amazing things they had to be doing from the wide array of things Ashleigh always needed.
On the night before Ashleigh was to leave every year, her parents would make a great feast and sing Hogwarts songs.
Every year as she would goodbye to her sister from platform 9 3/4s, she always feared that she would never receive her very own acceptance letter. Seeing as how she had never showed any magical talents in her 11 years. Reading her sisters books, she would concentrate as hard as she could hoping to make anything around her float or catch fire. She'd take anything.
The summer following Sophia's eleventh birthday seemed the last forever. She had yet to show any signs of being anything magical, much less a White Witch. Sophia imagined the look on her mothers face when only one letter would come this holiday. Disappointment. Ashamed. Not being able to stand being in the house for another minute, Sophia snuck out the backdoor with another one of her sister's books. It was Ashleigh's first year Defense Against the Dark Arts. Having always being fascinated of the stories from the First Wizarding War. How brave the Aurors fought against some of the darkest wizards in history.
While nestled under a tree near the river, Sophia's nose was deep into a chapter about the Full Body-Bind curse when she felt something tickling her face, thinking it was just another insect, she batted it away without a glance up from her book. When she heard the rustle of the leaves directly in her ear, only then did she finally look up. To find herself levitating right above a low branch with the ground several feet below her. At first Sophia couldn't understand what was happening. She closed her eyes tightly, took two deep breaths and opened her eyes again. She was still floating in the air, but this time on the branch right next to her was the beautiful snowy white owl she had ever seen. And in its beak Sophia could see a letter with the Hogwarts wax seal. Then just as suddenly as she realized she was floating, she wasn't any longer. She felt herself starting to fall with the ground closing fast on her. "Oh great. I'm finally a witch, but I won't even live long enough to even BE a witch!", Sophia thought to herself falling through the air. Bracing for impact, Sophia closed her eyes expecting to feel the hard earth below her. After what seemed like hours with no impact, she finally opened one eye to see her book on the ground and inch from her nose. Just as she had somehow made herself levitate, she had made herself stop just before it was too. After a deep breath, she floated as light as a feather to the ground.
Gathering herself and her things, she turned to start home for dinner. Then suddenly she remembered. The Owl. She turned back to the tree to see nothing there. Shaking her head, she started home. On the walk she replayed the scene of what just happened. She was sure she had levitated. And she was SURE she saw an owl. "It must have thought I was Ashleigh". Turning the last corner before her house, she heard the screech of an owl above her. There it was the white owl again! It was following her home! Reaching the steps of her front porch, the owl dropped the letter at her feet, gave her a nibble on her hand and flew off into the sunset. Sophia picked up the letter and turned it over.
Sophia White
Floating By The River
Dunmurry, Ireland
Now its her turn. Sophia was over joyed when she finally received her acceptance letter. She reread it at least 25 times before taking it to her parents. Sophia whispered every word to herself as her mother read aloud for the whole family. Once her mother was done, Sophia quickly began telling her family about the events by the river.
While her father beamed, her sister hugged her tightly and said
"Now it's time for the best White to make her story".