brookline isabella quinn • fourth year • ravenclaw

Statistics
[ stamina nine • evasion nine • strength eight • wisdom thirteen • arcane power four • accuracy eleven ]

Abilities
[ 01. lovely creature
02. healing sage
03. steady flyer
04. ability
05. ability
06. ability
07. ability ]

𝕴n the year of 2012, on the twelfth day of May, a small infant was delivered in the harsh world.

Amelia, or usually dubbed as Amy, the mother, held the newborn tight, as strange glances from the husband made the nurse flinch. The child was named Brookline by Amy, and the mater glanced over to the father. Clearly he was not going to participate in the naming of their tiny, new daughter. Amy snorted and thought of her eldest daughter, the five-year-old, Elizabeth (nicknamed Lizy), was not present at the new birth as she was currently staying at her paternal uncle’s with her cousins.

Perhaps this new baby would bring back her old husband. Amy didn’t know who this bloke was, who was currently swinging his wand around aimlessly, almost like a fidget toy, and in the body of the Hufflepuff, kind lad who she fell in love with. She was glad that she and her husband, Chase, were pure-bloods as if they went to Muggle hospitals, they would be getting odd looks left and right.

Years passed, and Amy watched her children grow up, her face shining in pride. Unfortunately, the matron noticed that Chase stayed the same, if not worst. She just hoped that she would be able to face it.

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Brookline Isabella Quinn grew up on the tranquil side of Ferndale, Wales. Rolling hills, yellow fields, and a forest full of greenery and critters sat behind her purebred family’s mansion. The elegant house that sat next to Brookline’s home belonged to one of her best friends’ family.

Brookline lived wealthy, and a tutor stopped by everyday since she was around the ripe age of six to teach her and her siblings. The instructor’s lessons were tough yet were just what the future Ravenclaw needed as the girl was fairly intelligent and full of wit.

Besides being tutored, Brookline was immersed in dusty books since day one. She devoured them like they were the warm and doughy biscuits Winmy and her mother usually made. Eight times out of ten, close friends and siblings would have to drag the Welsh girl out of the sitting room or bedroom so Brookline could relish some sun.

Her family was huge, and every so often, her mother would become pregnant again, presenting Brookline with new siblings. Two years after the Welsh girl was born, the twins, Amelia and Maria, were born. At two years old, Brookline could not pronounce Amelia, and her sister, inevitably, became Minnie.

Then, at the age of seven, a infant brother came into her life in July 2019. After her mother and father came home with the baby, Lizy, Minnie, and Maria were all gushing over their new brother.

“His name is Chase. Chase Junior.” Amy supplied after Maria asked. “Your father named him.” The married Quinn gave a small smile to her fulsome children, as if she wasn’t quite happy with the naming of her first son.

Brookline wasn’t sure about a different gender for a sibling, and had stayed back, not wanting to associate with her elated siblings and mother.

“Finally, a son. God has graced me.”

Swiftly, Brookline turned around, and saw her father muttering. Ocean eyes wide, and lips in a outraged frown, she inched closer to her mother who was on the sofa in the sitting room. After a day or two, she forgave her dad and forgot about it, yet until later on, Brookline would not see how dangerous and insidious her father really was.

Just shy of a year before Brookline would start at Hogwarts, another baby brother, with the name of Cash, was brought into the world. October eight, 2022. The Welsh girl was amazed, while she loved all her siblings equally, Cash was a full-on decade younger than her. She had to be a awesome sister for the little boy, even if she wouldn’t be there for him much.

Late May 2023. Brookline was now eleven, and Lizy and her siblings were spending all the time they could with her before the Welsh girl would leave for Hogwarts. Like the week before, Brookline was outside in the hot, lush spring sun, with Marie, Minnie, and her best friends; Winifred Jameson, and Peter Smith, and Peter’s sister, Marietta.

They were playing a game of tag when, unexpectedly Peter’s father approached the foolish children’s game by the corn field. Mr. Smith had came by to fetch Peter, last week, too, Brookline thought, as she and her mates stopped chasing each other. Yet, he usually never fetched Peter, instead, they have dinner later. Brookline turned to face Peter, and his face fell. Winnie saw it too, her pale face now growing concerned. The disappointment resided in Marietta’s face, as well, and the young girl was confused - because Peter and Marietta were never disappointed to leave. They just announced their quick goodbyes and Marietta and Peter would race each other back to the house.

A quick, stern yet sad glance from Peter’s father caused Peter and Marietta to trek slowly to their loving dad’s side. Brookline was always envy of Peter and Winnie’s fathers, those dads would hang out with their children while Chase Quinn did not.

“We’re moving.”

Two words from Peter made the world tilt. Poor Brookline gazed on as Peter’s family’s Muggle vehicle drove past with all their belongings packed inside. Winnie wrapped her arms around her, yet she barely felt it. Now, Peter was going to be miles away from his best friends, and Brookline and Peter weren’t going to journey though Hogwarts together.

The summer crawled unusually slow, and Brookline could hardly wait for her own Hogwarts letter. Lizy and the family’s two house elfs, Winmy and Coobey, kept her entertained as she was anxious. She wasn’t sure if the letter would come, and Winmy assured her that the flying creature would come with the letter between it’s golden talons. And sure enough, she received the Hogwarts acceptance letter. If that wasn’t good enough, word by owl came to her that Peter would be attending Beauxbâtons. At least he would be able to be a wizard, and learn about the magic he had inherited.

August thirty-first, Brookline packed all her bags, and off she went to Hogwarts. She hugged her siblings and mother goodbye, and she was content, mostly.

𝕳er first instance of magic was noticed by the young Quinn daughter in 2026. Brookline could feel the remarkable magic rushing through her pure-bred veins.

She wasn’t sure if her mother had noticed the sheer act of disobedience, or the first act of magic, yet, the Welsh girl could hardly care less. She was more worried about getting in trouble.

One cool evening, Amy had used the afternoon to make delicious cookies. Winmy had aided her, and when the biscuits were cooling, Winmy had gone to the dining room to help her fellow house elf, Coobey, tidy up for supper.

Brookline noticed the sweet smell as Lizy was reading a foolish children’s book full of illustrations, in Welsh. She was bored to say the least, she never really like those kind of books because they didn’t have a “real” plot. She preferred her sister reading a real novel, instead of a child’s bedtime story. And, another reason she might add, she couldn’t really understand Lizy’s fast-paced Welsh, the future Ravenclaw perferring slow speech. Brookline shrugged when she couldn’t resist the mouth-watering smell. She knew what it was. Cookies!

Brookline announced to Lizy that she was going to take a trip to the restroom, and sauntered into the kitchen. Her mother was sitting at the kitchen table, working on one of her drafts, her head bent in concentration. The young girl turned to the penninsula, where the biscuit tray was sitting. As a four-year-old, Brookline hurried to her mother and set herself into Amy's lap.

“Can I have one of those biscuits over there, mami¹?” Brookline asked in her most cutest voice.

Amy laughed, a short yet melodic sound. “No, not before dinner, love.”

A hmmpt sound erupted from Brookline, and she crawled out her mum’s lap. She crossed her arms across her chest, and she brood at this a moment longer before she took a step to head back to the den. Then with her mother’s attention on her work, a cookie flittered over to her. Eyebrows narrowed, a stilted gasp, then an internal thought, How could it fly over to me? But everything else ruled over her, and her hands reached out to snatch it, a devious grin stretched across her face. Sprinting away, Brookline never noticed if her mother didn’t realized or decided not to tell her daughter that she had her first instance of magic.