Teagan Quinn|first year Slytherin|
Name: Teagan Quinn
House: Slytherin
Age: 11
Year: 1st
Race: human
Character Backstory: Tegan was born to a witch mother and a muggles father. Her first few years were spent in Ireland but she later moved to London where her father was from. He father who is working for an IT company made sure she had a comfortable and nice childhood and she grew up she quickly made friends and adjusted to life in the city. Her mother being a magizoolagist never hid magic from her and would often take her to see non dangerous creatures. Despite her mother's knack Teagan never could get the hang of studying something that definitely didn't want to be studied. After her first instance of magic by producing light in her room while she was scared, her mother took her to the country side in Ireland and let her use her old broom. The broom lurched and jolted under her shaking as it slowly lifted off. She clenched the broom tightly but it seemed to have a mind of its own zigging and zagging her mother shouted instructions from the ground, but they were lost in her terror of flying. It spun her around wildly and flipped her upside down, the logical part of her brain knew it was her making slight mistakes the broom responding to improper commands of her small body. Even know this it was hard not to just think the broom was trying to kill her. Her father talked about how computers only do what you tell them to and that's why you need good coders and apparently she was not, in fact, a good coders for this broom. Eventually she crashed into a tree and came falling down, it wasn't far enough to break anything but it knocked the wind out of her. She laid there gasping and tears in her eyes as her mother rushed over to hold her. She sat there and cried for a while I fear as she was reassured by the presence of her mother. After returning to London her dad asked how it went and Teagan refused to talk about it. Her mother ever the soft kind woman told him it went great she just needed more practice. As she grew she got accustomed to muggle technology, her phone, tv, computer, gaming console. All of it littered her room along with a few moving pictures of her mother and her extended family. She knew going to Hogwarts she wouldn't have muggle luxuries and wondered how the witches and wizards make do without any TV show, or group chats, not even a killstreak on fortnite.
First Instance of Magic: Her first instance of Magic was on a stormy night when the clouds covered the moon leaving her room in pitch darkness. The scared six year old hid with her blanket to her face as the sounds outside mixed with the oppressive darkness inside. One bright and loud lightning crash sent a shrill scream out of her mouth and a small ball of light appeared dimly lighting the room, just enough the young girl can see everything was ok
House: Slytherin
Age: 11
Year: 1st
Race: human
Character Backstory: Tegan was born to a witch mother and a muggles father. Her first few years were spent in Ireland but she later moved to London where her father was from. He father who is working for an IT company made sure she had a comfortable and nice childhood and she grew up she quickly made friends and adjusted to life in the city. Her mother being a magizoolagist never hid magic from her and would often take her to see non dangerous creatures. Despite her mother's knack Teagan never could get the hang of studying something that definitely didn't want to be studied. After her first instance of magic by producing light in her room while she was scared, her mother took her to the country side in Ireland and let her use her old broom. The broom lurched and jolted under her shaking as it slowly lifted off. She clenched the broom tightly but it seemed to have a mind of its own zigging and zagging her mother shouted instructions from the ground, but they were lost in her terror of flying. It spun her around wildly and flipped her upside down, the logical part of her brain knew it was her making slight mistakes the broom responding to improper commands of her small body. Even know this it was hard not to just think the broom was trying to kill her. Her father talked about how computers only do what you tell them to and that's why you need good coders and apparently she was not, in fact, a good coders for this broom. Eventually she crashed into a tree and came falling down, it wasn't far enough to break anything but it knocked the wind out of her. She laid there gasping and tears in her eyes as her mother rushed over to hold her. She sat there and cried for a while I fear as she was reassured by the presence of her mother. After returning to London her dad asked how it went and Teagan refused to talk about it. Her mother ever the soft kind woman told him it went great she just needed more practice. As she grew she got accustomed to muggle technology, her phone, tv, computer, gaming console. All of it littered her room along with a few moving pictures of her mother and her extended family. She knew going to Hogwarts she wouldn't have muggle luxuries and wondered how the witches and wizards make do without any TV show, or group chats, not even a killstreak on fortnite.
First Instance of Magic: Her first instance of Magic was on a stormy night when the clouds covered the moon leaving her room in pitch darkness. The scared six year old hid with her blanket to her face as the sounds outside mixed with the oppressive darkness inside. One bright and loud lightning crash sent a shrill scream out of her mouth and a small ball of light appeared dimly lighting the room, just enough the young girl can see everything was ok