Kiara Amelia Hawthorne - Encyclopedias

29 Mar 2025, 15:44

☽ NAME ☾
Kiara Amelia Hawtorne

☽ HOUSE ☾
Slytherin

☽ PATRONUS ☾
- ☽ SPECIE ☾
Parselmouth

☽ SCHOOL YEAR ☾
1

☽ WAND ☾
20,2 cm chestnut wood and thestral tail hair ☽ AGE ☾
11

☽ BLOOD ☾
Pure-blood

☽ PET ☾
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✶ "We are what we repeatedly do; excellence, then, is not an act but a habit" - Aristotle ✶

⟡˙⋆ ☽ Appereance ☾ ⋆˙⟡

Reducio

With her sweet, big brown eyes and soft brown curls cascading in tight ringlets, Kiara has the face of a sweetheart, in delicious contrast with her mischievous smile, accentuated by deep, small dimples decorating her cheeks.

⟡˙⋆ ☽ Character ☾ ⋆˙⟡

Reducio

If confidence is a word, Kiara is its definition.
Add enormous ambition and a handful of, as her parents like to joke, very strong self-love (egocentrism for people who like honesty), and you have almost the whole picture.

While all of these traits can often make Kiara headstrong and get her into trouble (it's not unusual for her to bite more than she can chew in all kinds of areas), her strong personality also results in her unwavering loyalty to her friends and caring nature: She loves to be the centre of attention, but when it comes to the people she loves, she will do anything for them, always putting them first and pretty much empathising with everyone.

She's extremely outgoing and will talk to anyone willing to listen to her. Generally, she can be as witty and fun to be around as she is biting. She doesn't spare snappy remarks if something bothers her and isn't afraid of confrontation. She can be a bit of a hothead, but her anger passes as quickly as it arrives, and she doesn't hold grudges.

⟡˙⋆ ☽ Biography ☾ ⋆˙⟡

Reducio

Kiara was born and raised by the sea in Italy, an only child to a wealthy pureblood family. She was surrounded by love, learning, and tradition from a very young age, raised in a home that encouraged discipline and curiosity. Lacking siblings to spend her days with, her best friend Elisa Mastrandrei was as good a sister to her. The two shared their childhood playing together on the sun-kissed beaches, or in the long halls of Kiara's family’s estate.
One of the most deeply influential people of Kiara's childhood was her grandmother, Lucia—a former university professor and woman of quick intelligence and wisdom in abundance. It was under Lucia's guidance that Kiara and Elisa, along with their neighbors Andrea de Sancti and Sofia Gentilini, received their first education. Lucia, who liked to nurture the joy of learning rather than impart just discipline, left room for Kiara's inquiring mind to flourish. “Ask questions, explore ideas, and never settle for simple answers” her grandma always told her.
However at eight years old, Kiara's life shifted drastically. Her parents, Angel Hawthorne and Michelle dei Gigli, were offered prestigious positions in the Ministry of Magic's International Magical Office of Law, which meant that they were required to move to England. Their new home, Moondew Manor, was large and beautiful, but to Kiara, it was foreign—empty in ways she never knew existed. For the first time in her life, she was actually alone.
The hardest part of the relocation was having to leave her grandmother behind. Lucia, too old to uproot her life, remained in Italy, and Kiara found it hard to accept it. The loss of her friends, the children who had filled her childhood with such richness and magic, only added to the sorrow.
Nevertheless, Kiara found solace in the unwavering love of her parents. Their affection was whole, even if sometimes a bit stifling, with expectations that often felt impossibly high and a tendency to always shield her from the world bordering on overprotectiveness.

As she grew older, Kiara developed a deep passion for books, their pages a refuge whenever she needed escape along with Music, and at age ten she learned to play the piano with quiet skill. Kiara completed her general muggle studies privately.

⟡˙⋆ ☽ First Instance of Magic ☾ ⋆˙⟡

Reducio

Leaving everyone behind was not easy for Kiara, especially parting from her beloved Nana, who had played a fundamental role in her upbringing. For months, the idea of having a new educator was unthinkable—no one could possibly take her place.

But when her parents finally hired one, Kiara’s first instance of magic occurred most unexpectedly, at the age of eight. In a moment of frustration, she accidentally enchanted the woman’s swan-shaped umbrella, bringing it to life. To her shock, the umbrella began pecking furiously at its owner before chasing the poor woman straight out the front door.

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"We are what we repeatedly do; excellence, then, is not an act but a habit"

Kiara Amelia Hawthorne

Second year, Slytherin

72 16

10 Apr 2025, 14:41

Family Tree

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Marilyn Bonnie Trinkett

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Paul Hawthorne

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Lucia Moretti

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Gabriele dei Gigli

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Angel Hawthorne

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Michelle dei Gigli

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Kiara Amelia Hawthorne
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Family Members

and their brief lore in poetry

Marilyn B. Trinkett Reducio She read the stars and spun soft thread, A quiet life, a life well-spread— With yarn in hand and heart so wide, She found her joy where love would bide. In candlelit rooms with pages turned, She built a haven, calm and bright— Among dear friends, where stories burned, A book club born of warmth and light. To family, she gave her days, In simple, steadfast, tender ways. Though soft of voice, her presence stayed Like whispered prayers or light through shade. She met sweet Kiara once, abroad, A fleeting visit, gently blessed, Where olive trees and angels nod— Before she finally lied to rest. Now threads of memory gently cling— Of books, of stars, of soft crocheting. Her legacy, a quiet grace— A heart that lit the smallest space ameliaaaaa(or any other text lol)	Paul Hawthorne Reducio Ask his friends, and they’ll agree— His soul was gold, pure charity. A gentle heart, both kind and wide, Where every stray could safely hide. No hungry paw was turned away, He lived in quiet, giving ways, No sorrow left to rot or stay, Through humble acts and loving days. A husband true, a father rare, With steady hands and patient care. His world was built of love’s design— Each moment stitched in faithful line. But fate can be both swift and strange, He left before her cry could start, And life decided to rearrange, Before he could hold her tiny heart. Still, in Kiara’s name he lives— In every grace her spirit gives. And in the stories softly said, Of Paul, reduciol whose love still spread ameliaaaaa(or any other text lol)
*Lucia Moretti* Reducio Lucia Moretti—sharp as a dart, With a tongue like a wand and a brilliant mind’s art. Top of her class at old Hogwarts, of course— Parseltongue fluency? Scandal, discourse! But did she care? Not even a smidge. She married for love, not for show or display— She built her success like a sleek marble bridge. Gabriele dei Gigli, who danced when she'd sway. As a mother? A riot. A mix of delight, With standards so high they could give you a fright. Poor Michela, her daughter, could likely attest— Lucia meant well, but she demanded the best. She missed some recitals, forgot a few dates, But she taught her to dream—and to challenge the fates. Yet time has a way of softening fire, Blueprint of womanhood, wisdom, and grace— Grandbabies tend to reset the entire, And Kiara lit up her whole world, face by face. Gone were the sharp lines, the lectures, the rules, She let herself play, broke a few of her tools. A lion in heels, with a heart finally free— Lucia, re-scripted in grandmother glee. ameliaaaaa(or any other text lol)	Gabriel dei Gigli Reducio He spoke in silences more than in sound, A man with his feet planted firm on the ground. At St Mungo’s, they trusted his careful, sure hands— Where healing was quiet, and skill understands. Composed to the core, and never unkind, A stillness that steadied the rush of the mind. With Lucia, all sparks, he found perfect accord— Cool reason, a balm to her passionate flame— She burned through the world, and he gently poured A dance of two forces, never the same. Not absent, just distant, in fatherhood’s way, He watched from the margins, unsure what to say. But love, nonetheless, was stitched in each act— In small, steady gestures, in presence, in tact. And when Kiara arrived, so bright and so small, He held her in moments he’d never forget— He softened again, like the hush before fall. Though time, ever cruel, would quietly reset. He left with her laughter still fresh in his ear, The trace of her hands he knew for only three years. A man of few words, but of meaning profound— Now rests in the silence where love is still found.
*Michelle dei Gigli* Reducio Born between brilliance and delicate hush, Where ambition met quiet, and fire met blush. Lucia's sharp eyes and her tireless demand, Gabriele's still love, like a steadying hand. She grew with a map sketched in pressure and pride, Expected to climb, to excel, to impress— Where the path to approval was narrow and wide. Each win a new silence, each flaw a new test. But even a seed in hard soil finds its way— She rose, step by step, into law's fierce ballet. A voice in the courtrooms, precise and refined, She carved out her space with a luminous mind. And then came Angel—his name like a sigh, He loved her with patience, with humor and grace, Son of sweet Marilyn and Paul, kind and shy, A gentler reflection, a home, a safe place. Together they danced through the sharp and the slow, Two stories converging in warmth’s quiet glow. He softened her edges; she lifted his gaze— Their love, not a fire, but a long, steady blaze. And then came Kiara, that small burst of sun, The child through whom generations run. Michela, now mother, began to unlace The threads of her past in that delicate face. She learned to be present, to stumble, to play— To let go of "perfect" and meet each new day. A woman rebuilt from both duty and dreams, A lawyer, a mother, unpicked at the seams— Not flawless, not finished, but finally free, To write her own name in the family tree.	Angel Hawthorne Reducio With laughter like sunlight that slips through the blinds, Angel saw life through more whimsical lines. A Hawthorne in name, but with roots that ran deep— Marilyn’s wonder, and Paul’s quiet keep. He joked through the tension, the pressure, the pace, A lawyer by title, but never too grim— With sketches in margins and ink on his face. He carried the law like it danced just for him. Witty in court, but a poet at heart, He’d argue with flair, then go home and make art. While others saw battle, he painted in grey— The world as a canvas, not just black or clay. Then came Michela, all iron and fire, He saw through her silence, her armor, her pace— With ambition that burned and refusal to tire, He loved every inch of her sharp, restless grace. They built something balanced, imperfectly true, Where laughter met logic, and joy made it through. He wasn't the loudest, nor keen to impress, But love in his hands was a quiet success. A father who doodled on napkins and shoes, And Kiara, his daughter, became his new muse— He whispered her stories and fixed her a bruise. Each giggle a masterpiece, none he'd refuse. A man full of light in a world built of weight, He softened the edges, he shifted the fate. Angel, the anchor, the chuckle, the line— Who proved you can shine and still take your time

"We are what we repeatedly do; excellence, then, is not an act but a habit"

Kiara Amelia Hawthorne

Second year, Slytherin

72 16

22 Apr 2025, 18:57

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"We are what we repeatedly do; excellence, then, is not an act but a habit"