Brianna Bowden <-> First Year <-> Ravenclaw
Full Name: Brianna Erin Bowen
House: Ravenclaw
Age: 12
Wand: 20,2 cm chestnut wood and snallygaster heartstring
School Year: First
Patronus: None
Species: Human
History/Background Story:
Brianna's mom came from a middle class magical family, and she was quite the talented auror when she graduated from Beauxbatons. For some, facing danger was lifechanging. For Brianna's mom, it was Tuesday. On a work related trip to the Emerald Isle, the woman met Liam, a muggle man with whom she quickly fell head over heels. The two courted briefly, married early, and, before they knew it, little Brianna was born in Ireland on a beautifully snowy day.
Brianna was a well cared for, happy baby, wholly undeserving of the loss that permeated the house after her mom died. The poor infant had been so young, and yet she was left alone without a mom. It was a cruel fate for a kind family, but her dad remained strong just for her. He cried, yes, but he taught her that crying wasn't a sign of weakness and, possibly more importantly, he taught her to never give up, no matter what life throws at you.
Brianna knew vaguely that magic existed from stories her dad told her growing up, but she didn't know the first thing about the magic. What was a spell, and how did it work? Was it like in muggle fiction? Did witches sing in rhymes while they threw the blood of innocents into a cauldron? All these questions rumbled in her head, but her poor dad had no answers to give.
It became even more confusing when she was told to keep her magical heritage a secret from her family. She knew none of the family on her mom's side, but her dad had three older brothers and a younger sister with their own children, so Brianna had plenty of cousins to play with growing up. She just had to remember the most important rule: never mention magic. Though she never understood it, she knew her dad knew everything so it was important to do what he said.
It didn't help her conundrum when her cousins, and the children from her muggle school, always insisted on playing games that involved "magic." She knew that they were just playing games, but something about pretending to know how to use "magic" always tugged at her heart ever so slightly.
Then, when she was nine, Brianna was invited along to dinner with her dad and his boss. The old man had a soft spot for her dad since he was a single parent, so he never had a problem with inviting Brianna along. Over the years, he became like a fourth uncle to her, and he was very fun to talk to. Even so, when the talk turned to something about sales figures or something which was too boring for her to understand, Brianna excused herself to explore, maybe even to visit the nearby museum.
Dad had seemed hesitant to allow it, but he understood her boredom and trusted her well enough. With a promise to call him if anyone else so much as looked at her, she wandered off toward the River Corrib.
After clumsily stepping on a bit of mud, Brianna tumbled down the bank and into the river. She'd never thought for an instant that drowning could possibly be such a real danger, but now she considered otherwise as she saw the river's waters coming toward her.
It was an utter miracle that the sheet of ice had formed just where she was going to land, especially since it was a warm, summer day. Her rump was a bit sore from the landing, but she was alive. Slowly sliding off of the ice sheet and onto the riverbank, she was surprised to see the ice instantly melt as soon as her footing was steady.
The hardest part was waiting until they got home to tell her dad, but when she had, she had to wonder whether he'd ever let go again. It was getting very hard to breathe.
Her strange relationship with the concept of magic finally made sense after the incident at the museum.
House: Ravenclaw
Age: 12
Wand: 20,2 cm chestnut wood and snallygaster heartstring
School Year: First
Patronus: None
Species: Human
History/Background Story:
Brianna's mom came from a middle class magical family, and she was quite the talented auror when she graduated from Beauxbatons. For some, facing danger was lifechanging. For Brianna's mom, it was Tuesday. On a work related trip to the Emerald Isle, the woman met Liam, a muggle man with whom she quickly fell head over heels. The two courted briefly, married early, and, before they knew it, little Brianna was born in Ireland on a beautifully snowy day.
Brianna was a well cared for, happy baby, wholly undeserving of the loss that permeated the house after her mom died. The poor infant had been so young, and yet she was left alone without a mom. It was a cruel fate for a kind family, but her dad remained strong just for her. He cried, yes, but he taught her that crying wasn't a sign of weakness and, possibly more importantly, he taught her to never give up, no matter what life throws at you.
Brianna knew vaguely that magic existed from stories her dad told her growing up, but she didn't know the first thing about the magic. What was a spell, and how did it work? Was it like in muggle fiction? Did witches sing in rhymes while they threw the blood of innocents into a cauldron? All these questions rumbled in her head, but her poor dad had no answers to give.
It became even more confusing when she was told to keep her magical heritage a secret from her family. She knew none of the family on her mom's side, but her dad had three older brothers and a younger sister with their own children, so Brianna had plenty of cousins to play with growing up. She just had to remember the most important rule: never mention magic. Though she never understood it, she knew her dad knew everything so it was important to do what he said.
It didn't help her conundrum when her cousins, and the children from her muggle school, always insisted on playing games that involved "magic." She knew that they were just playing games, but something about pretending to know how to use "magic" always tugged at her heart ever so slightly.
Then, when she was nine, Brianna was invited along to dinner with her dad and his boss. The old man had a soft spot for her dad since he was a single parent, so he never had a problem with inviting Brianna along. Over the years, he became like a fourth uncle to her, and he was very fun to talk to. Even so, when the talk turned to something about sales figures or something which was too boring for her to understand, Brianna excused herself to explore, maybe even to visit the nearby museum.
Dad had seemed hesitant to allow it, but he understood her boredom and trusted her well enough. With a promise to call him if anyone else so much as looked at her, she wandered off toward the River Corrib.
After clumsily stepping on a bit of mud, Brianna tumbled down the bank and into the river. She'd never thought for an instant that drowning could possibly be such a real danger, but now she considered otherwise as she saw the river's waters coming toward her.
It was an utter miracle that the sheet of ice had formed just where she was going to land, especially since it was a warm, summer day. Her rump was a bit sore from the landing, but she was alive. Slowly sliding off of the ice sheet and onto the riverbank, she was surprised to see the ice instantly melt as soon as her footing was steady.
The hardest part was waiting until they got home to tell her dad, but when she had, she had to wonder whether he'd ever let go again. It was getting very hard to breathe.
Her strange relationship with the concept of magic finally made sense after the incident at the museum.