Name Briar Madeline Worley School Ilvermorny Year First House Thunderbird Blood status Muggle-born

Appearance

Briar Madeline has a bright, radiant smile, and freckles splattered across her cheeks. Her hair is just past her shoulders, and is  straight and a chestnut color. It has a few caramel highlights only visible when the sun is beaming. Her eyes are also a matching chestnut brown color. She is of average height for a girl her age, about 4’8, and weighs 79 pounds. Her body is thin and slim, and her ears are very slightly pointed. Her apparel consists of mostly t-shirts, jeans, and big baggy sweaters that Briar likes to hide herself in.

Personality

Briar is a free-spirited, laid back,  spontaneous girl who adores causing mischief and cracking jokes, and is often called a comedic relief. However funny she may be, though, comedy is not her calling. No, her passion is actually music. She loves all sorts of music, from songs that sound like their from 2050 to songs that had been made all the way back in the 60’s. She can’t sing, or play any sort of instrument out there (trust me, she's surely tried) , but she feels like she has a connection to what she listens to. Briar also has a spirit of her own, so do not try to contain her or tell her what to do, she’ll just ignore you and move on.  She is most definitely an extrovert, and absolutely loves being with her friends and family. She will only stand being alone when she’s listening to music, which she seems to do most of the time instead of studying.

History

Reducio

Our story begins on a hot, hot, summer night. The air was so heavy and humid that when you stepped outside it felt like you could barely breathe at all. Muggles Jenette and Roger Worley were inside their Colorado home, trying awfully hard to bathe they're eldest child, Constance, but miserably failing, as Constance refused to touch the bath water in any way, shape, or form, even if they bribed the 2 year old with sweets. They were just about to give up and let Constance have her way, but then Roger's cell phone rang. He grabbed it out of his back pocket, looking at the number trying to reach him. It happened to be Worley's social worker, the one who had helped them adopt Constance.

He had excused himself from the bathroom, brushing his hand around his bald as a ping-pong ball head, as if running his hands through some invisible hair, and stepped into the hallway. The worker, Mrs. Clarice Perriwinkle, had explained to Roger that there was a baby freshly added into the foster system. A newborn baby girl, pudgy and sweet, who's mother couldn't take her in for medical reasons and whose father was far away, all the way in Ireland. Apparently, the baby had been born all the way on the 16th December, but it wasn't until recently that her mother had to unfortunately give her up. Mrs.Periwinkle said that she believed the chubby cuddle ball would be an absolutely perfect match for the Worley's, and so after Roger got off the phone and told his wife the news, they packed up their things and began the few hour drive to Denver, Colorado, where their soon-to-be family member was awaiting them.

It was love at first sight, or so thought poet and journalist Jenette Worley. From the second she had held Briar, she had fallen in absolute love. Briar was meant to be in the Worley family, both Jenette and Roger could feel it within them, and plus, Constance needed a playmate. So, within a month, the Worleys had officially adopted Briar, taken the journey back to Littleton, Colorado, and made her her very own room and everything. The family couldn't be happier, and the family stayed a quartet all the way up until March, 2012.
Constance was 4 years old, becoming more and more independent each day (she now had a 'big girl' bed, and was considered an adult in her eyes), and Briar was just beginning to get a look at life. She was starting to understand the sky, and her mama and daddy, and the melodies that came from the front of the car when her father was driving. Everything was just starting to take shape, and then it happened. Roger and Jenette adopted not one, not two, but three children. Two were 5-month-year-old twins; Isabella and Marcus from New Jersey, and the other a 7 year old, Logan, from Texas who had just been abandoned. The perfect family of four was officially ruined.

The snow was piled heavily outside, shining brightly under the 10:00 AM Saturday sun. Constance was sleeping in, Dad and Logan at the gym, Isabella and Marcus both at friend's houses for sleepovers, Mom getting some extra work done at the office, and so... Briar was all alone. She was jamming music in her bluetooth headphones, dancing around the living room, just because she could. She didn't even notice the beautiful white owl soaring towards her mail slot, holding a parchment letter, until she saw it plop onto the ground and the owl fly away into the white, cloudy skies of December. Briar paused her music, grabbing the letter from the ground, reading it slowly. Over and over she read. She was still standing in front of the door, frozen in awe, when the rest of her family all arrived home at once. Confused, they had all crowded around her, Jenette had squealed with excitement, Marcus had begun asking thousands of questions, and Isabella had stood there, just as shocked as Briar was, Constance questioned if it was a joke, and both Logan and Dad just smiled and congratulated Briar.

Anywho, they had all gone out to dinner in celebration, and when Briar had started at Ilvermorny in September, she had felt so grateful that now she had not just her marvelous muggle family, but also her terrific Thunderbird family.

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