⬥Basic Information⬥
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Full Name ⟢ Ira Mythili Winslow Thornfield
House ⟢ Hufflepuff
Birthday ⟢ 01 Nov 2012
Age ⟢ 12
School Year ⟢ 1st year
Species ⟢ Pure blood Part-veelaShe doesn't know!
Residence ⟢ Gloucestershire, England
Ethnicity ⟢ English & Indian
Wand ⟢ 30,1 cm aspen wood and phoenix feather
Languages known ⟢ English, Tamil & Veela
Zodiac sign ⟢ Scorpio

⬩History before ••Hogwarts⬩
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The Thornfield family is a pureblood lineage, mostly known for their mastery in potions. Ira was born in a strict household. She was the eldest child of Reginald Thornfield and Apsara Thornfield.

She loves spending time with her sister. Though her human connections are limited, she finds solace in the company of plants, where nature’s quiet companionship never leaves her feeling lonely. On occasion, she meets with her cousins from her father's side, with whom she shares a warm and close bond, which she cherishes for life.

Ira’s father, an exacting and demanding man, is a renowned potion master who insists on meticulous discipline in his craft and expects nothing short of excellence from himself and his daughter. His strict standards have shaped Ila’s upbringing, instilling in her a need to prove herself and live up to the Thornfield name, which can sometimes cause quite a bit of pressure on her.

Her mother, while equally demanding, places a higher value on maintaining family charm and upholding traditions. Though less involved in potion-making, her mother is a skilled herbologist, specializing in the cultivation of rare and extraordinary magical plants. Her expertise has earned her recognition in her field, and her charm has earned her people in her life.

Despite the Thornfields' high expectations, Ila often finds herself questioning whether she can truly meet their standards. However, she works hard to make her family proud one day. No matter how impossible that sounds to herself.

⬥First instance of magic⬥
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At nine years old, Ira had more than one worry weighing heavily on her mind. At the top of her list was the question that had plagued her for months: would she make it to Hogwarts, or would she be a disappointment to her parents? Given her current state of turmoil, it seemed more likely that she was already living up to that fear. She couldn’t bear the thought of being disowned, of not living up to the Thornfield legacy. What would happen if she ended up... what did they call it again? A Squib? Right, a Squib. She must be one. Ira shook her head, dread flooding her chest at the thought.

Sitting on the steps, Ira absentmindedly fiddled with her brooch, the family heirloom. "Ira, stop playing with that, child," came her mother’s sharp voice from behind, breaking the stillness of the evening. The sudden sound startled Ira, and her grip slipped. In a panic, the brooch tumbled from her fingers.

"No, no, no!" she cried, desperate to catch it. Unwilling to hear another lecture, she lunged forward, but her feet slipped. The world tilted, and before she could steady herself, she was rolling down the steps. A scream from her mother echoed in her ears, but Ira didn’t feel the crash of the fall.

Instead, she landed with a soft, spongy thud. Stunned, she sat up, and to her surprise, nothing hurt. As her vision cleared, she saw her mother’s face, which had transformed from sheer panic to an unrestrained smile.

"Oh dear!" Her mother laughed, her eyes glistening with happy tears as she pulled Ira into a hug. "Ma!" Ira blushed, pulling back slightly. "A sane person wouldn’t laugh at their daughter falling down the stairs for your kind information" But her mother only laughed harder, and Ira couldn’t help but join in, her own laughter bubbling up. Good lord! Ira thought. She wouldn’t have gotten away with calling her mother insane in any other situation, but this wasn’t any other situation. This was the day she realized, with a strange warmth in her chest, that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t a disappointment after all. At least, not yet. That's for sure.

⬩Appearance⬩
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⬩Personality⬩
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As the eldest child in her family, Ira has been molded into someone who takes responsibility seriously. The constant expectation to be prim and proper feels like walking on eggshells, sometimes suffocating her true self. This is why Ira has built a facade around her family, embodying one version of herself at home and a different one when she's free from their scrutiny. Ira isn’t afraid to voice her thoughts in front of others, but when it comes to her family, she chooses to hold her tongue. Ira’s determination is steadfast when something piques her interest and once she’s interested, she hardly ever gives up. When luck turns its back on Ira, her mood takes a hit, and when things don’t go as planned, frustration quickly sets in. Ira’s testy nature sometimes clouds her judgment, often making her the queen of misunderstandings. At other times, Ira can be sweet and nurturing, caring deeply for those around her. Even though those she loves can be downright annoying at times, her protective instincts remain, though it’s accompanied by a sharp glare. If the situation calls for it, she’ll even lend a hand to her enemies. Ira is deeply influenced by superstition, and once she trusts someone, convincing her of lies becomes an easy feat.

⬩Likes & Interests⬩
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◌ Dance- She knows Bharatanatyam, Waltz & a little bit of Cha cha
◌ Music- She's a trained singer and learnt to play Piano and Flute
◌ Herbology
◌ Gardening
◌ School grounds & great lake
◌ Exploring places
◌ Puppies
◌ Sweets & chocolates
◌ Flowers and plants
◌ Gifts
◌ Twirl worthy dresses and skirts
◌ Kind people

⬩Threads⬩
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Ongoing: ☆| Completed/Solo: ★ | Errand/Events: ✵

First Year

☆ A New Adventure Beckons
★ Settling In
★ Roomates
★ Shush! Please
☆ Herbology under pressure
☆ Catching the Wind
☆ Hop, Skip, Jump!
★ Lost? In a library!
☆ Masterpiece in the Making
☆ Prelude
✵ May All Your Baubles Be Bright
☆ Holiday Special
★ Eyes on the moon— The plan
☆ Brewing bond and antidote
☆ Snapshots and stories - letters
☆ A very Kolbeck christmas
☆ The LeDames Winter Ball
☆ Not-so-solo picnic
★ Unfortunate circumstances
☆ Delusional
☆ Wavering truce
☆ unfolding
☆ Overture
★ A Paw-some surprise-pet
☆ Shadows or spotlight