Lila Brooks ✮ Ravenclaw ✮ Year 1

Full Name: Lila Alexandrea Brooks
House: Ravenclaw
Age: 11
Wand: 22,5 cm cherry wood & unicorn hair
School Year: First
Patronus: N/A
Species: Human

History/Background Story:
Lila grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio and didn't move to the British Isles until she was eight years old. She never knew her birth parents or why they decided to give her up, but her life was so full of love growing up that it didn't bother her, as she was raised since birth by a wonderful and eccentric older lady named Gertrude Brooks. Gertie raised her with a sense of muggle spirituality that was really formative for her, such as connecting with nature & animals in a non-magical way. This upbringing has strongly affected her relationship with magic and her values within the magical community.

When she was eight, Gertie passed away and she was sent to live with her next of kin, Gertie's daughter Kristie, who lives in Tullamore, Ireland. Although the adjustment was difficult, Kristie and her wife Shannon are amazing parents to her and her little sister Inez (age 4). She spends a lot of time tending to the flowers in her garden and reading to her black and white cat Molly. Shannon has also taught her how to sew so she makes her own clothes sometimes (often with askew buttons and crooked seams). She wanted to be an author or comic-book artist, but when a strange woman arrived to her farmhouse and informed her that she could use magic, she changed her plans immediately.

First instance of magic:
When Lila was nine, she was reading her favorite comic book under her sheets at night. In this issue, the brilliant Inspector Cortex was protecting the Earth from helmet-clad Dalmatians from space, and it was getting pretty intense. In the thick of the action, Inspector Cortex was interrupted by Brainley, his assistant, with a very humorous observation. She laughed harder and louder than she should have at this time of night. Her reading lamp flickered and the light went out. When she woke up, it was revealed that her laugh had caused the lightbulb to explode, with the shards collected in a tidy pile like daisy petals under the lamp. Of course, she thought it was just a freak accident, like every other anomaly in her decidedly strange life until she realized she was a witch.