|:| Ottilie Thompson | First year | Gryffindor |:|

Name: Ottilie Thompson
House: Gryffindor
Age: 11, 02 Jul 2014
Wand: 31,7 cm mayhaw wood and unicorn hair
Year: First (2025-2026 first year)
Blood status: Muggleborn
Patronus: N/A
Species: Human

Physical Description: Standing at 142 cm (4’7), Tilly is a pretty normal eleven year old in terms of looks. She’s ever so slightly short for her age, and is a decently athletic kid from years of football and various other sports as a kid. Her blond, wavy hair reaches just below her shoulders when its down, although its normally kept up in a ponytail or braids if its an important occasion. Aside from her brown eyes, she’s an almost exact image of her mother when she was little. Her style is decidedly different from her mother’s though, being a fan of practical clothes that she can get as muddy as she likes and funny hats that she’s been gifted over the years.

Mental Description: Tilly is a very even-tempered girl, always ready with a smile and friendly to all. She’s the kind of kid that teachers would assign to guide new students, although she doesn’t stand for nonsense, as her mother would say, and can be quite fiery and stubborn when she believes she is being wronged. Although she’s decently mature for her age, and has a lot more knowledge in the mysterious arts of cooking and taking care of herself than other kids might, she has a unfortunate habit of getting too caught up in things when she feels strongly about them and not looking at the bigger picture before acting. Her friends are her everything, and she is extremely loyal to those close to her.

Biography: The Thompson’s had never been a particularly well off family, and young Ottilie had grown up knowing second hand clothes and being tight on money well. Being a single mother raising a young kid, Bree Thompson had to work multiple jobs to keep them afloat. Tilly’s Dad had never been a part of her life, and her grandparents had been very firm about wanting nothing to with their disappointment of a daughter and her brat. But although Tilly’s family was small, it was a loving one. Her mother had done her very best to make sure that her daughter had access to everything she could need in life despite money constraints, and Tilly had grown up happy and carefree. The Thompson house was small but very much theirs, and it was conveniently close by to the muggle primary school that Tilly attended. With an old trampoline in the backyard and sofa cushions often rearranged into pillow forts, it was the much loved building that she called home.

Tilly’s childhood was a relatively normal one, although it was marked by several moves of house and school. Having to move across the country not once but twice for her mother to find work, she had only been at her current muggle school for one year when her Hogwarts letter arrived. Wherever she went though, some things always stayed the same. Tilly was a relatively sporty kid, who had tried out mostly everything her schools had to offer. She could be found outdoors most of the time, running around with the other kids from her neighbourhood kicking a football or chasing each other around. Although she was never top of the class, she had always done decently well in her schoolwork as well.

First Instance of Magic: When she was just eight, after running outside in a rainstorm with her friends to jump in puddles, Ottilie caught a bad cold. Not bad enough to worry her mother too seriously, but bad enough that she was home from school and in bed resting. Her mother was able to take the week off to care for her daughter, but there was still dishes to be washed and chores that kept her from being by her daughters side the entire time. Propped up by her pillows and surrounded with a small mountain of tissues, Tilly was attempting to sleep and recover from her cold. But she was way too hot. A mild fever and a not so mild amount of blankets were not helping her case. On the verge of falling asleep, she saw her blankets all get kicked off by some invisible force.