Glitzy Morroe * First Year * Slytherin

House: Slytherin
Age: 11
School Year: 1
Patronus: Unknown until 6th year
Species: Human

A wand of Blackthorn Wood with a Unicorn Hair Core that is 24.6 centimeters long and stiff. According to Olivander, this wand is keen on discoveries and experiences and desires an owner in its image: curious, dynamic, and adventurous.

Blackthorn Wood: Blackthorn is an unusual wood for wands, yet it has the reputation of being best suited to a warrior. Although this doesn't mean the owner will practice the Dark Arts, one would find blackthorn wands among the Aurors and the prisoners in Azkaban. It is a curious feature of the blackthorn bush, which sports wicked thorns, that it produces its sweetest berries after the hardest frosts, and the wands made from this wood appear to need to pass through danger or hardship with their owners to become truly bonded. Given this condition, the blackthorn wand will become as loyal and faithful a servant as one could wish.

Unicorn Hair: Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, regardless of whether she was an accomplished witch.
Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may ‘die’ and need replacing.

History/Background Story: Glitzy Calliope Morroe was born on January 15, 2012, at 3:33 a.m. to Genefique and Apollo in Whitchurch, England. Her brother, Odin Morroe was three, and her sister Noelani would be born two short years later. Her mother, Genefique Morroe (previously known as Genefique Guillaume), is a devoted potioneer and Hufflepuff alumni. She was born to two muggle parents, Camille Guillaume, a school teacher, and Baptiste Guillaume, a pharmacist. Apollo Morroe is a wandmaker and Slytherin alumni. He was born to two pureblooded parents: Evelina Morroe (previously known as Evelina Binxkov), a librarian, and Prospero Morroe, an investigator. She spent her life being raised in a beautiful but modest cottage on the outskirts of Whitchurch, in the forest neighboring a lake. When she was old enough to join her brother, Glitzy was homeschooled by their retired grandmother, Camille. Though she never went through public schooling, she did manage to make a couple of friends here and there. There was a muggle girl down the way named Sarah, with wild red hair and wide, curious eyes. Sometimes Glitzy wondered if she was a little too curious, but she was always nice enough and enjoyed exploring the watersides as much as her. Her other friend was a young witch from France named Maribel, whom she would see when she traveled to visit her cousins. She had the same coloring as Glitzy, but her features were softer and more doe-like. Though she can come off as harsh or cold, she tends to befriend the softer ones. She commonly spent her days watching her mother make potions, exploring the watersides, or painting; that is until she got her letter. It was a calm morning, and she had arisen not long before to the chirping of birds pondering an incoming rainfall. As she walked outside, right on the garden stone she had painted for her brother when he was accepted into Hogwarts sat the most pristine snow owl she’d ever laid eyes on. In its beak sat her highly anticipated letter stating her acceptance into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She carefully but hurriedly walked up to the owl and gently took the letter. She couldn’t help but smell the thick envelope and savor every second of the paper she’d looked forward to all her life, finally between her fingers. It all took her back to the night of January 14, 2021, when she had finally settled down for the night after reading a letter her brother had sent from Hogwarts. She settled into her bed and opened the book she was currently reading when she realized she had forgotten to light her favorite candle. She started to rustle to move, and as she looked up she saw the tip of the wick slowly become engulfed with a single flame. She started at the candle, stunned. As quickly as her face fell with shock, an eager smile swept across her face. She rushed to tell her parents, who were, of course, delighted, but even more so grateful that it had been the wick that had ignited, and not the curtains.

Likes:
Being around water
Brownie Alamode
Reading
Painting

Dislikes:
Too much chatter
Gossip
Onions
Uninteresting reading assignments

Ambitions:
Ace classes
Become great at what she decides to do

Physical Appearance:
Glitzy is a petite girl of small stature. She has long, dark waves cascading in layers down her back. Her skin is clear with a slight natural blush; fair and olive. Her eyes are deep set and looking into them can make one feel both uneasy and at home. They glisten like amber and have a sparkle of mystery about them. Her lips aren't necessarily big, but they fit her face nicely enough. Something worth mentioning, perhaps, is the birthmark down to the bottom left of her navel, shaped vaguely like a dragon. She looks her best in rich jewel tones.

Mental:
While it's not always noticeable on the outside, Glitzy is both her own worst enemy and best ally. Her intuition is unmatched, but she has the tendency to self-sabotage. It can be hard for her to separate her own vicious inner voice from reality. She's extremely creative, but a perfectionist; almost to a fault. She's prone to wild dreams. She's had instances where she doesn't know if something has been dreamt, imagined, or experienced. She doesn't have any special abilities that she is aware of, but she keeps her experiences hidden, for the most part, due to fear of imperfection. When she was a mere 10 years old, she had a strange experience at the lake beside her cottage where she seemed to be pulled to the depths by a mysterious woman. She didn't tell anyone, and it was the only experience she'd had of its kind. She has no explanation, other than to think her imagination carried her a bit too far that day. Perhaps, with time, more would be revealed.