Ember Candlelight, First Year, Hufflepuff

Ember grew up in the countryside town of Coalville, England. It was a pleasant mixture of calming scenery with a kind of natural beauty about the place with a small town that had a charming aura to it. Her father was a wizard, working as Healer. He met her mother, a muggle, when he was helping a patient in Coalville. They soon married, and Ash, her older brother, was born. Ember came along some time later, and was raised in a family who used a combination of magic and technology depending on which better fit their needs.
As they became kids, their father went on more frequent trips out of town for his job until he was barely home at all. This was not intentional, of course, he was just busier than he had been and it was necessary to be gone. Ember and her brother were homeschooled by their mother. They learned all the basic things like math and science, but what she really wanted was to become a witch so she could be a Healer like her father.
She spent her free time playing with her brother in the forests and meadows surrounding the village, oftentimes playing with the other village children as well. She never became close friends with any of the other children, as their friendship never went too far beyond frolicking during the day before returning home. Her bond with her brother was close, but they grew apart after it was clear he did not inherit any magic from their father. He left to go off to a boarding school. They still write letters to each other sometimes, but it's never the same as before.
It was not too long before she discovered she had magic. When she was nine years old, Ember had set her sights upon climbing a particularly tall sycamore tree. It was a tree she had climbed many times before, but that day, the bark was slippery from the late night rain. The first part of the climb was simple, but once she reached around three quarters of the way, she lost her grip on the tree and fell. Strangely enough, her fall slowed down, and it felt like she was placed gently on the ground. Magic! Ember was never more excited, and was glad she would have the opportunity to work towards being a great witch someday.

When she was nine years old, Ember had set her sights upon climbing a particularly tall sycamore tree. It was a tree she had climbed many times before, but that day, the bark was slippery from the late night rain. The first part of the climb was simple, but once she reached around three quarters of the way, she lost her grip on the tree and fell. Strangely enough, her fall slowed down, and it felt like she was placed gently on the ground. Magic! Ember was never more excited, and was glad she would have the opportunity to work towards being a great witch someday.

Ember is very energetic and passionate about her interests. Namely, plants. This can extend to animals as well. Her curiosity knows no bounds, and she can lose herself in her work, spending endless hours reading or investigating the matter. Sometimes this can be an issue, especially when she forgets that she has chores to do or to come home for dinner.
She prefers to keep a close friend circle, electing to become close to a few friends who she can fully trust. Ember seeks out quiet places to keep to herself rather than parties. But, that is not to say she is against talking to other people. If someone seems interesting to her, she isn't afraid to go up to them and ask about it. She loves conversation with people who are just as passionate about the same subjects or their own interests.
A lot of the time, she is insecure about whether she will really be able to become a Healer. After all, it is one of the hardest jobs to obtain. She works hard with the hope that one day it will be possible, even though a voice inside of her tells her that no matter what she does, it won't be enough.

Ember was named for her cheerful eyes upon birth, light brown in color. Her hair is black in color and medium-long length, slightly wavy throughout. She is a bit shorter than the average child her age, 4'7 in height, and weighing 68 pounds. Her complexion is light in color.

Werewolves were not an unfamiliar thing. For the few days of the year that her father was home, he told her many stories. Her mother constantly scolded him for telling the children such stories, but it was always in a joking way. One of Ember’s favorite stories was about her father’s friend. You see, the original reason he chose the profession of a Healer was because he had a friend who was a werewolf. Although his main job consisted of the usual duties of a Healer, he tried to find a cure for lycanthropy as a side pursuit. His friend came to reside in the town of Coalville, a place where no one would know him and where he could start over. Her father visited them to supply wolfsbane potions before the full moon, and it was on one of these visits that he came to meet her mother.
Ember had an unusually positive opinion of werewolves. She understood that they weren’t bad on purpose, as it was a condition they didn’t have control of. When her father was away, she often visited his friend in the same village to help out with the small candy shop he ran and munch a few candies here or there. But of course, she knew not to visit him during the full moon.
It was the week before Ash would be leaving to go off to his boarding school, and the siblings were spending as much time as they could together before he would be gone. They were smart enough not to go too far from home, choosing to stay in the meadow next to their house to watch the fireflies rather than venturing all the way into the forest.
And a set of eyes appeared. It was easy to mistake them for fireflies at first, but as they came closer, it was clear that it was something else. Ember knew right away. Everything seemed to click at the same time, with the siblings making a mad dash for their house as the werewolf sprinted after them. She was slightly slower than her brother, and it caught up to her first, catching her arm and jerking her onto the ground. All she smelled was blood, the shock and pain of the wound rendering her mostly unable to react. All she could do was close her eyes.
When she awoke, she found herself in the care of St. Mungo’s, given the diagnosis of lycanthropy. There were several speculated causes for what had led to the attack. Perhaps her father’s friend had been too busy making candy for Halloween, and had forgotten to take his wolfsbane potion. Or perhaps he had knocked it over, and had no time to get a replacement? But she did not ask too many questions concerning that. Ember did not want to believe that the cheery candy maker could have been the one to do such a thing.
Life after the attack was different. Ash postponed his trip to boarding school, choosing to stay with her for a bit longer. He expressed regret that he couldn’t get help in time, even though there wasn’t anything he could’ve done anyway. After he left, Ember found that the event had only made her more passionate about wanting to be a Healer when she grew up. A permanent cure for lycanthropy was her goal, just like her father’s. Though she wasn’t sure if anyone would truly trust a werewolf to be a Healer, it was just another reason for her to pursue the job. If she succeeded, it would prove to others that werewolves were capable of achieving great things as well. But it also amplified her sense of insecurity. She wears a glove on her right hand, where a scar runs from her forearm to the back of her hand to hide it. She is lucky that her father is able to supply her with wolfsbane potions due to his job, and is always diligent in making sure she stays on top of it so that she doesn't hurt anyone. Her father comes back home more often now, usually to make sure she's fine before the full moon. Ember isn’t sure yet if she wants to reveal the information to anyone outside her family, but it will be something she will have to come to terms with at Hogwarts.