Mallory Williams
- Status:
- Half-blood
- Birthday:
- 24 Sep 2013
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- London, England
- Function:
- First year, Hufflepuff
- Wand:
- 28,9 cm chestnut wood and troll whisker
First Name: Mallory Elizabetha Rose
Last Name: WILLIAMS
Blood Status: Half-blood
Born on a rainy day in September
I was born on September 24, 2013.
Physical Appearance: I have dark brown, almost black, curly hair that reaches my shoulders. I have beautiful emerald green eyes, a pale, almost vampish complexion, several freckles, and a few scars on my face.
I am slim. I am 4 feet 10 inches (1.47 m) tall.
I usually wears a gold necklace with a ruby and several silver rings.
Personality: Intelligent, sweet, pleasant, funny, occasionally talkative, rather wary of strangers, compassionate, empathetic, unpredictable, and endearing.
Likes: Music from the 70s and 80s (especially rock), reading (romance or horror novels), adventure, writing, drawing, music (of all kinds), playing music, eccentric people, her mother, making friends, vinyl records, traveling, sports, mythology, heroic fantasy, jewelry making, walks in the forest, dogs (especially Scottish Deerhounds, as she owns a black Scottish Deerhound), pirates, magic.
Dislikes: Certain members of her family, abandonment, having one of her books torn up, gratuitous meanness, arrogant people, hypocrites, mistreatment, violence, pointless arguments, shouting, rejection, mockery. Eclipse, failure, injustice, clichés, manipulation, corruption.
Family:
My mother, Rosalie, is a pure-blood, born in England, and attended Hogwarts. My father, Gabriel, was born to Muggle parents, born and raised in France. He moved to England, met Rosalie, and they married two years later.
I was born and raised in England, where I speak both languages fluently. My first act of wandless magic was when I was three years old: I was being punished for an argument with my brother. I was angry. And suddenly a lamp fell and broke. I was on my bed, the lamp was on the desk, and I hadn't touched it—a lamp is far too heavy for a three-year-old, and it was a frightening moment. I was very scared. It was at my maternal grandparents' house in Dublin. I ran into the living room where my parents were and explained what had happened. My mother was pleased that I had managed to do it.
Last Name: WILLIAMS
Blood Status: Half-blood
Born on a rainy day in September
I was born on September 24, 2013.
Physical Appearance: I have dark brown, almost black, curly hair that reaches my shoulders. I have beautiful emerald green eyes, a pale, almost vampish complexion, several freckles, and a few scars on my face.
I am slim. I am 4 feet 10 inches (1.47 m) tall.
I usually wears a gold necklace with a ruby and several silver rings.
Personality: Intelligent, sweet, pleasant, funny, occasionally talkative, rather wary of strangers, compassionate, empathetic, unpredictable, and endearing.
Likes: Music from the 70s and 80s (especially rock), reading (romance or horror novels), adventure, writing, drawing, music (of all kinds), playing music, eccentric people, her mother, making friends, vinyl records, traveling, sports, mythology, heroic fantasy, jewelry making, walks in the forest, dogs (especially Scottish Deerhounds, as she owns a black Scottish Deerhound), pirates, magic.
Dislikes: Certain members of her family, abandonment, having one of her books torn up, gratuitous meanness, arrogant people, hypocrites, mistreatment, violence, pointless arguments, shouting, rejection, mockery. Eclipse, failure, injustice, clichés, manipulation, corruption.
Family:
My mother, Rosalie, is a pure-blood, born in England, and attended Hogwarts. My father, Gabriel, was born to Muggle parents, born and raised in France. He moved to England, met Rosalie, and they married two years later.
I was born and raised in England, where I speak both languages fluently. My first act of wandless magic was when I was three years old: I was being punished for an argument with my brother. I was angry. And suddenly a lamp fell and broke. I was on my bed, the lamp was on the desk, and I hadn't touched it—a lamp is far too heavy for a three-year-old, and it was a frightening moment. I was very scared. It was at my maternal grandparents' house in Dublin. I ran into the living room where my parents were and explained what had happened. My mother was pleased that I had managed to do it.