Erlea Bevensworth | First Year | Gryffindor

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Birthday: 14 March 2013
Age: 11
Height: 160cm
Eye Colour: Hazel
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House: Gryffindor
School Year: First
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Residence: York, England
Nationality: English
Blood Status: Pureblood
Species: Werewolf
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Wand: 25.5 cm, chestnut wood and snallygaster heartstring

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Wood: Chestnut is a very curious, multi-faced wood. Its character can vary greatly, depending on the wand core and the personality of the wand's owner. Chestnut wands are attracted to witches and wizards who are skilled tamers of magical creatures, those who possess great gifts in Herbology and those who are natural fliers.

When paired with a core of dragon heartstring, for example, chestnut wands find their best match among those who are overly fond of luxury and material things, with few scruples about how such luxuries are obtained. On the other hand, three successive heads of the Wizengamot have possessed chestnut and unicorn wands, as wands with this combination show a predilection for those concerned with all manner of justice.

Core: Those witches and wizards chosen by Snallygaster wands are well known for their speed, both in casting spells as well as in physical activities. They often excel in sports, especially those that rely on speed and mobility.

As a wand core Snallygaster heartstring behaves similar to Dragon heartstring with the difference that it lacks the aggressiveness most dragon cores display. Being not quite dragon and not quite bird, Snallygaster heartstring makes for wands that are powerful but of a warm nature and have a penchant for casting defensive spells. They some of the wands that vary the most in personality and will only bond to the one person who matches their character, though all Snallygaster wands prefer curious owners.

It is said that those paired with wands made from Snallygaster heartstring are hard to surprise and can never be caught unaware from behind. While there is no tangible proof of the latter, wands with a Snallygaster core do have a soft spot for those who are in control of their emotions and very self-aware.

Patronus: N/A

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Backstory: The Bevensworth’s were old money. Influential within their circles, money and power would always be the game. The youngest daughter of Lillian and Kielor Bevensworth, Erlea would know those facets all too well. It was drilled into her from a young age that they expected her to do well, to show off the Bevensworth name. That she would uphold it with grace and intelligence, charm and charisma.

She’d grown up within her family’s extravagant townhouse, with anything the young girl could ever want. The sprawling rooms were opulent, filled to the masses with extravagant items from her fathers trips abroad or her mothers collections of fine, expensive wands. They were collectors at heart, and what better way to show you had money, right?

Like many other prestigious pureblood families, the Bevensworth’s didn’t educate their daughter themselves. They had money for that. Tutors for that. Nannies, and then governesses and tutors would be a constant in Erlea’s life. The only constant. A revolving door of new faces with the same job. To teach her how to be a proper, eloquent pureblood. Although she loved learning, being in the classroom wasn’t for her. She loved to accompany her father on his trips abroad, scouring the markets of different places and immersing herself in the culture around her, much to her mothers annoyance. Leave the prim and proper stuff to her sisters, Erlea would huff. She’d much rather be in the dust and dirt, surrounded by fascinating history and crumbling ruins. The time she did spend at home was filled with spending time with her sisters (when they themselves were home from school). She loved cooking, playing music and dancing. She wasn’t great at all these hobbies, but they were fun none-the-less.

First Instance of Magic: Erlea had been brought up by tutors and nannies, her parents being too busy to spend much of their waking moments with the young girl. It was her governess at the time, Nanny Gousby, that had told her parents about the incident at the time. Erlea had been four, much too young to really realise what was going on. All she knew was that she’d been playing with her new hippogriff plush and that Nanny wanted her to put it away. She screamed and screamed, wholly upset by the idea that she couldn’t take the new toy down to see her parents. What was so wrong with a soft toy? Why couldn’t she have it? Nanny had grabbed it from Erlea’s clenched hands and placed it in the cupboard. Her tears and unhappiness must have unlocked something because before she knew it, the little hippogriff toy somehow magically floated out of the cupboard and into her arms, all to the expressed annoyance of Nanny Gousby. At least she could tell Mr. and Mrs. Bevensworth that their daughter would indeed be continuing the magical legacy.

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