♡ About Me ♡

Name: Margret Murphy
House: Gryffindor
Year: First
Age: Eleven
Wand: 21.9 cm Cherry Wood And Dragon Heartstring
Species: Human

♡ Margaret's Backstory ♡

Reducio

Maggie grew up the child of Shamus and Madeline Murphy - rich socialites in Dublin, Ireland. Her parents lived off the wealth they were both born into and spent their time organizing social gatherings and charity functions for the upper crust of muggle society. Born into generational wealth, Maggie's childhood was one of luxury. She never truly wanted for anything. Except freedom. But she didn't understand that.

Her parents were exceptionally traditional and raised Maggie to be very prim, proper, and polite. She was always top of her class. She had the best tutors money could buy after all. She took dance classes, and piano lessons and whatever else her parents wanted. She spent time with the other socialite children, but they weren't her friends. Not really. Her parents were all about appearances though. So she had to play nice. She had to attend the parties that she hated. She had to smile no matter how much she wanted to cry. She had to do everything just right. And if she didn't want to go to parties or dance lessons until her feet hurt, well then, she was "ungrateful". Or so her mother would say.

Any time she had an interest blossoming - like her interest in horror movies or video games - more often than not she was told it was a waste of her time. And "unbecoming of a lady". That was one she heard a lot from her mother. Sometimes things would happen. Things she couldn't explain. And her mother would get so upset with her. Her father would be disappointed. It would break her heart every time. Not that the girl ever talked about it. She repressed it. Like she did everything else. Least she be "ungrateful" and "unbecoming".

♡ Margaret's FIOM ♡

Reducio

Maggie was five years old when her first instance of magic occurred. It's honestly a blur in her mind now. A haze mixed in with all the other times her mother had gotten upset. Maggie didn't want to dance. Her feet hurt. Mother had made her practice for hours each day leading up to the party. She didn't want Maggie to "embarrass" her like she did last time. When she stepped on Tommy Sullivan's foot so hard he cried. She still wasn't sure if she did it on purpose or not. Surely not. She wouldn't do that. Would she? She shook her head and crossed her arms, hugging herself. And her hair. Oh, what they'd done to her hair. Her poor girls. They straightened them. She loathed it.

She sat on her bed, trying not to cry when her doorknob started rattling. It was followed by her mother's knock and angry voice. The door wasn't supposed to be locked. Maggie knew that. She was sure she hadn't locked it. She wasn't allowed to. She never did. Not since last time. She sheepishly made her way to the door and opened it. Her mother - for once -was speechless at first. She looked furious. She dragged Maggie to her father by her ear and once there began to yell loudly about her daughter's hair. Maggie hadn't realized it was curly again. She didn't know how it happened. Her mother seemed to think it was the stylist's fault. Cheap or faulty product that didn't stay. Who would've assumed magic? For once, Maggie got what she wanted. She stayed at home with the nanny. She didn't have to see Tommy or dance or go to the party at all. Her mother had already posted pictures of Maggie's new haircut on social media. She couldn't show up with her daughter's hair back to normal. Too embarrassing. She was in trouble for
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locking her door though. Even though she was sure she hadn't..