Flora Fox
- Status:
- Half-blood
- Birthday:
- 10 Aug 2014
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- Scarborough, England
- Function:
- First year, Gryffindor
- Wand:
- 28,7 cm walnut wood and dragon heartstring
Physical Description: I have chestnut colored curly hair. They lie neatly together and gently touch my shoulders, only a strand slightly shorter than the rest occasionally strays to my nose. A few freckles are scattered inconspicuously around the bridge of my nose. My eye color is a clear blue reminiscent of a frozen lake. I have a little dimple to the left of my rosy lips when I laugh.
Mental Description: I am full of energy and joy, which I can pass on to my family and friends. I love secrets: I enjoy puzzles and challenges because they give me the opportunity to find creative and unusual solutions. Sometimes I get caught up in a flow of enthusiasm and forget everything and everyone around me. In such moments, I unfortunately find it difficult to let others take precedence. But I never mean any harm or think I am better than others.
Biography: At home, I have an older brother and our two best friends live next door. We play together every afternoon and imagine fantasy worlds where we have special abilities and fight enemies. My mother initially kept her magical side a secret from us children because she didn't want to see us disappointed if my brother and I didn't have magical abilities. However, after I was able to perform magic not only in our imagination during one of our fantasy games, she let us in on everything. At first, my brother felt left out, but eventually he managed to be happy for me and see magic as an enrichment to his life. My father is a muggle. He was very relieved that he finally didn't have to keep any secrets from us anymore. We all love that Mom now cheats a little to make everyday life easier.
First Instance of Magic: During our fantasy games, my brother is the one who comes up with the challenges and opponents and guides us through the story. He also plays the opponents we face, which can sometimes be scary.One day, when I was 8 years old, I played detective with them, searching for a missing family in our garden. My brother played the kidnapper and hid clues in our garden. I had to find the clues while remaining undetected. It was so exciting that I became genuinely afraid of him when he pursued me through our garden in the dark. He was also very immersed in the game and began to make threatening and scary noises and run towards me quickly when I turned my back on him. I had to control myself to stay calm. But I also wanted to continue immersing myself in the story, which eventually led me to our basement. When I managed to find the family in the house, the door slammed shut and he scared me so much when he jumped out from behind a cupboard that I threw him across the room into our bikes. I was shocked and couldn't understand how it had happened, how it was even possible, and that I was responsible for it. I didn't understand that at the time. My parents came to us immediately because of the noise. When we explained what we thought we had seen, my mother looked at me knowingly. After we had taken care of my brother and everyone had calmed down, we sat together cuddled up in front of the fireplace and my mother revealed to us that she was a witch. She told us about the magical world, about the many magical creatures and about Hogwarts. I was so happy that the magic my brother and I had always fantasized about was actually real.
Mental Description: I am full of energy and joy, which I can pass on to my family and friends. I love secrets: I enjoy puzzles and challenges because they give me the opportunity to find creative and unusual solutions. Sometimes I get caught up in a flow of enthusiasm and forget everything and everyone around me. In such moments, I unfortunately find it difficult to let others take precedence. But I never mean any harm or think I am better than others.
Biography: At home, I have an older brother and our two best friends live next door. We play together every afternoon and imagine fantasy worlds where we have special abilities and fight enemies. My mother initially kept her magical side a secret from us children because she didn't want to see us disappointed if my brother and I didn't have magical abilities. However, after I was able to perform magic not only in our imagination during one of our fantasy games, she let us in on everything. At first, my brother felt left out, but eventually he managed to be happy for me and see magic as an enrichment to his life. My father is a muggle. He was very relieved that he finally didn't have to keep any secrets from us anymore. We all love that Mom now cheats a little to make everyday life easier.
First Instance of Magic: During our fantasy games, my brother is the one who comes up with the challenges and opponents and guides us through the story. He also plays the opponents we face, which can sometimes be scary.One day, when I was 8 years old, I played detective with them, searching for a missing family in our garden. My brother played the kidnapper and hid clues in our garden. I had to find the clues while remaining undetected. It was so exciting that I became genuinely afraid of him when he pursued me through our garden in the dark. He was also very immersed in the game and began to make threatening and scary noises and run towards me quickly when I turned my back on him. I had to control myself to stay calm. But I also wanted to continue immersing myself in the story, which eventually led me to our basement. When I managed to find the family in the house, the door slammed shut and he scared me so much when he jumped out from behind a cupboard that I threw him across the room into our bikes. I was shocked and couldn't understand how it had happened, how it was even possible, and that I was responsible for it. I didn't understand that at the time. My parents came to us immediately because of the noise. When we explained what we thought we had seen, my mother looked at me knowingly. After we had taken care of my brother and everyone had calmed down, we sat together cuddled up in front of the fireplace and my mother revealed to us that she was a witch. She told us about the magical world, about the many magical creatures and about Hogwarts. I was so happy that the magic my brother and I had always fantasized about was actually real.