Grace Swan, First Year, Gryffindor

Full Name: Grace Swan
House: Gryffindor
Age: 11
Wand: 27,4 cm cherry wood and unicorn hair
School Year: First Year
Patronus: Not applicable
Species: Human

Description: Grace has long natural blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She is short and slim. About 5’0 in height and 80 lbs. Her skin is tan with a slight rose tint. Grace is very shy, but kind and loving once you get to know her.

History/Background Story:
Grace Swan is an eleven year old, pureblood witch. She attends Hogwarts as a first year Gryffindor. As a child, she took singing and dancing lessons, which progressed her skills. Growing up Grace spent a lot of time in the house, so she experimented with baking. This made her quite good. As Grace is a caring person, she often involves herself in volunteering activities to help the community.

Grace’s parents are Natalie Swan and Jacob Swan. She comes from a pureblood household that has generations of witches and wizards. Grace’s mother was in Hufflepuff and her father was in Gryffindor. Her parents are loving and kind people, but they care a lot about blood and social status.

Grace Swan was born on September 1, 2009. She grew up in a white mansion in London, England. Before Hogwarts, Grace was homeschooled. Her mother, Natalie, sat her down at the dinner table with worksheets and assignments five days a week. This was to learn the basic skills she would need for life such as reading, writing, and math. Homeschool took up most of Grace’s time, but she still had a social life

Her parents often held balls and formal parties in the foyer and ballroom of her house. This gave Grace the opportunity to dance while wearing a gorgeous dress, which she really liked. This also gave her interaction with other children from magical families.

First Instance of Magic:
Rosalyn was having a terrible day. It was winter time in 2014 and the cold was really getting to her. Even though the snow was pretty, all she wanted was it to be springtime again. The colorful flowers sprouting from the grass always seemed to bring her joy. She plopped down onto the snow, bundled up in 5 layers of clothes that her mother insisted she wore in the cold air. Even so, they did not seem to take the chill from the air. Her glove covered fingers drew hearts and smiley faces in the snow as an attempt to brighten her day. After a few minutes of boredom, Grace started getting upset. Why were there no flowers in the wintertime? Grace slammed her fist down onto the packed snow in anger. A few seconds later, a red rose shot out from the snow, right where Grace had punched. Shock gleamed on her face as she ran back into the snow covered mansion to tell her parents in excitement. This was just the beginning.