✦ Biography ✦
Deirdre grew up mostly in the muggle world, as her Halfblood father Oliver Brown-King dropped out of Hogwarts in his third year due to Voldemort's takeover, went to med school and married new-age pagan geologist Emilie Brown. Initially, they lived a little secluded, a few kilometres from Gargunnock, near Stirling, but they moved to Wishaw when Emilie got a job offering at the University of Glasgow. Although less foresty, Deirdre fit in much better there, as she had never really got along with the 41 kids semi-close to her in age in Gargunnock. She's still at the local park a lot of time, but also fanatically plays in a softball team and absolutely adores climbing.
Magic never was too common in their household: Oliver knows the basics from his education at Hogwarts and his mom's insistence on teaching him after dropping out, but he doesn't really like talking about the Wizarding World. The arrival of Deirdre's letter caused a bit of a debate in the household, as the Wizarding World is a dangerous and backwards place Deirdre has no place to be in, but she was eventually allowed to attend Hogwarts.
✦ First Instance of Magic ✦
In the Easter School Holidays after her 7th birthday, the Brown family was visiting the national park near Loch Lomond. Oliver had slipped and landed on a slightly sharp stone, spraining his ancle and giving him a nasty gash, and Emilie was attempting to get the first aid kit from her backpack, which meant they weren't paying a lot of attention to Deirdre. She was usually careful enough as to not get into too sticky situations, but it was the first day of break and she was eager to explore the area. When climbing a tall oak tree, a branch broke, and Emily ran and Oliver stumbled, but they couldn't have made it in time, yet they kept running and watching in horror as Deirdre fell down,
and down,
and down...
But instead of falling, the new leaves, that by all means should have let her fall through, caught her gently, embraced her, a soft mattress of spring green, and the hard twigs didn't sting or stab but instead merely tickled and bounced, and she sat safely, held up not by sturdy branches but by a primal energy. She wasn't afraid, perhaps never had been, for Deirdre had always been a trusting child and Nature always had protected its own.