Asara Fayre | Ravenclaw | Year 1

Full Name: Asara Fayre
House: Ravenclaw
School Year: 1
Age: 11
Birthday: 18 July 2014
Species: Full Human/Half-Blood
Nationality: Scottish
Ethnicity: Scottish (paternal)/Irish (maternal)
Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland
Current Address: Bankstide Lodge, Carbost, Isle of Skye, Scotland


Wood: Walnut
Core: Dragon Heartstring
Length: 34.5 cm/13.6 inches (at the upper end of average)
Flexibility: Stiff
Origin: Ollivander's
Appearance: dark wood, long handle with cross-hatched grip, straight wand with a small knuckle every 2 cm, tip hooks up just slightly
Owner's Comments: Mr. Ollivander just spoke a bunch of gibberish I couldn't make heads or tails of but my Pa said my wand's perfect for a "smartypants" like me. I dunno about that but it sure is pretty. The handle looks like a fishing net and the wood's really pretty. Walnut definitely looks better than it tastes.



Immediate Family
Mother: Ciara Fayre née Daly - Squib - from Dublin, Ireland
Father: Callum Fayre - Pureblood - from Durness, Scotland
Sibling(s): 1 unborn child still in the womb, sex unknown, birth due in mid-March 2026
Family Pet(s): Gahowl (male tawny owl, magical), Ellie (female, Samoyed dog, 3 yrs old)
Personal Pet(s): N/A

Extended Maternal Family (described in relation to Ciara, not Asara)
Grandmother(s): Niamh Daly (maternal) & Rosa Lynch née O'Connell (paternal/deceased)
Grandfather(s): Adam Daly née Rookwood (maternal/deceased) & Owen Lynch (paternal/ deceased)
Mother: Aisling Daly
Father: Kieran Daly née Lynch
Sibling(s): N/A

Extended Paternal Family (described in relation to Callum, not Asara)
Grandmother(s): Beitris Glave née Adair (maternal) & Eva Fayre née Smith (paternal)
Grandfather(s): Aileen Glave (maternal/deceased) & Rory Fayre (paternal)
Mother: Amelia Fayre née Glave
Father: Conway Fayre
Sibling(s): Cameron Fayre (brother, middle child) & Colin Fayre (brother, youngest child)

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Asara was born in Dublin, Ireland, her mother's own birthplace. Her maternal family lived there since her great-grandmother, Niamh, moved there from Ballyforan, Ireland, to enjoy the city life. Her parents met when her father, Callum, visited from Durness, Scotland, to tour the Guinness Brewery. When Asara was 5 they moved to Carbost, Scotland, so her mother could work at the Talisker Brewery.

Callum is a pure-blooded wizard who manages magical water ecosystems, mainly lakes and bogs. Ciara is a squib born of two half-bloods, her maternal magical lineage starting from her muggleborn grandmother. Ciara is a few months pregnant with a surprise child. They don't know the child's sex yet but Asara is hoping for a little brother, she wants to name him Camille.


Asara grew up attached to water, playing in lakes, creeks, and the ocean. If she wasn't in the water she was rolling down hills as fast as she could. Callum liked to call her 'my Each-Uisge wean' because she was always turning up a muddy mess. Her mother, Ciara, leaves her bathing to Callum because she's too grubby for her muggle methods. Ciara likes to call her 'my Caisearbhán' (my dandelion), when she's neat and tidy, but usually calls her 'wee goblin' for her messy appearance, wild behaviour and hoarding habits.

She has a muggle friend, Eilidh, who she met at piano lessons in the community pub. They often go fishing and camping together with their fathers. Eilidh knows about magic because of her muggleborn Auntie, Olivia, and has sworn Asara to writing her. Eilidh wants to take over the Glenbrittle Campsite when she's older.


Asara lives in a 4 bedroom, 2 storey cottage home along the banks of Loch Harport. It's made of old, white and light grey cobblestone. The outer walls were painted yellow until Ciara had it restored when they moved in. Now they have vine plants and vertical gardens growing up the walls. The roof is a dark greyish black with teal trimming.

There's an extensive yard with a muggle food garden and a hidden magical garden maintained by the family. The magical garden has a pond with little water sprites and her mother is secretly brewing gin in the muggle shed. The front of the house leads to the loch where they leave their family boat and a couple canoes.

Asara's room is at the front of the top floor, overlooking the front yard and the loch. It's an organised mess. She has a tendency towards hoarding sweets and stashing wild trinkets around the place. She likes decorating with plants and a variety of fun and pretty trinkets. Her room isn't considered complete until she has something to comfy hug or curl up in, has at least one plant, has a few trinkets and at least one prism sun catcher hanging somewhere.


Asara is an energetic little thing who lives in nature. She's bright and optimistic and sometimes a little cheeky. She behaves wildly, running about and making messes all day, but not without thought. She listens well to her lessons because if she knows enough to be safe she knows enough to play as she pleases without her parents using safety to rein her in.

Her parents sent her to learn piano in an attempt to calm her to some limited success, and were grateful she took to it so well. She loves jives and jazzy pub tunes but her favourite composer is Camille Saint-Saëns. She likes trying to play cartoon songs on the piano for the little ones. She'll miss the piano dearly if she can't find one at Hogwarts.

She's an extrovert who loves helping people but she's just as happy playing on her own in the wild. She's calmest while reading, when bathing in scented/herbed water or when fishing or camping with a friend. Her favourite games are hungry hungry hippo, muggle playing card games and gobstones. She's not one for chess.

She likes both pants and dresses, but not skirts, and especially loves clothes with patterns on them. She often wears brown clothes while playing (a decision on her parents part to minimise the clean-up), but loves wearing greens, blues and yellows. You won't catch her dead in pinks, reds or oranges, not because of a dislike of the colours, but because matched with her hair, they make her look like fairy floss or a big strawberry. She often wears fluffy scrunchies, stick on earrings and cute nail polish.


Asara is short (4'4/132cm) and chubby with baby fat in a cute and cuddly manner, the local grandmothers fondly calling her a teddy-bear. She has a round face, lightly tanned skin with freckles all over, light grey eyes and a wild bob of curly red hair down to her chin, often poofing up like a summer dandelion.



Ah, my Mamó, my Ma's Ma, likes telling me this one a lot. Break her glasses one time and you never hear the end of it!

I was 3 and my family were trying to get me dressed for some charity thing in the park. But they were trying to get me into this scratchy dress, some old thing with so so much lace you'd think it a doily, and I didn't much like it. They said I screamed and wailed and threw such a fit that my voice broke Mamó's glasses into pieces. No one was hurt though, so there's that still.


This one's great! Practically a fisherman's tale! I'll do this one again one day, I swear it!

When I was 5 we moved from Dublin in Ireland all the way to where I live now, in Carbost near the loch. Harport Loch, that is, in the Isle of Skye in Scotland. Both my parents like a good drink but my Ma likes it well enough to make it. We moved so she could work at the old Talisker whisky distillery.

It's a fair way from where my Pa comes from, way up in Durness, but he was real happy to be back home in Scotland and he wanted us to be happy too. Pa rented a boat took us out on the Loch. He says he was trying to teach me to fish and he turned around for just a moment when I tipped right overboard. He says he and Ma were in a right panic but I just bobbed back up and climbed onto the Loch's top as surely as though it were land.

They were happy at first but little me thought that was just what water did and I kept running into it. Ma kept me on one of those teddy bear backpack leashes until Pa was certain I was a good enough swimmer to risk it. It never did happen again, but I'll learn to do it on purpose one day. I will!


I've not been there yet but I'm sure looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to Herbology, and I really want to see the Great Lake, which I'm sure is really a Loch. I was hopin' for Slytherin 'cause you can see inside it all the time but a diviner Dad knows says I'll be in Ravenclaw and they've not gone wrong yet. Ah well, it just means I get to see it from above instead!

I just know I'm gonna miss everyone to death. I've already promised Eilidh I'll write her every fortnight, more if I can help it. I'll definitely come back in the holidays. I only hope I'm back in time for my new baby sibling to be born.