Emma Quailey
Full Name: Emma Quailey
House: Slytherin
Age: 11
Wand: 31,2 cm. Aspen wood and rougarou hair core.
Year: First
Species: (Currently working on application for seer)
Background: On November 9th, 2013, Caroline and Oliver Quailey welcomed their first and only daughter into the world. They named her Emma, for no reason other than the fact that it sounded nice, and determined to give her the very best life that they could. They had recently moved to St. Andrews from Edinburgh, Oliver having been accepted as the principal conductor for a local orchestra, and were dead set on ensuring that their daughter would grow up to be as familiar with the Muggle world as she was with the wizarding world. Their logic was two-fold: First, it was simply the case that the Muggle world was a lot larger, and an understanding of it was necessary if a person were to have a balanced education. Second, they were well aware of the claustrophobic, suffocating aspects of the Wizarding World. It was a narrow thing, conservative with its traditions and obsessed with itself. And, while it was not as though Muggle society did not have its own analogous troubles, Caroline had found long ago that there was freedom in its structure.
Emma was raised then as a child of both worlds. This came with its own troubles: why did Dad even need to walk to work when she had seen him aportate (or whatever they called it) in the past? Why did Mum not use her wand to carry her heavy groceries home for her? And, most importantly, why could she not have a pet crup? They're so CUTE!! Add to all this the need for absolute secrecy, and it was a wonder that they managed to prevent the girl from breaking any international statutes.
She eventually understood the situation her family and she were in, and once she did, she stopped giving her parents trouble over it. It bothered her, though, that she was unable to be honest with many of the children around her. How could she make friends with someone whom she was forced to lie to so frequently? Due to this, the friends she did make tended to come from the Wizarding world. There were fewer of these, but not none - her mother, being a pure-blooded witch, had a number of acquaintances with children Emma's age, and beyond that an extended family. Emma always delighted in the chance to spend time with them.
As a consequence, Emma found herself drawn towards the magical world more and more as she aged. She would pester her parents for stories of Hogwarts, dreaming of the day her letter arrived and lying awake at night with anxieties that it might not. Her parents assured her that it would arrive, and they, of course, were right. With it came the opportunity for a new chapter in life, away from home, away from family. Emma loved her parents, and yes, she would miss them dearly, but never once did it occur to her that going to Hogwarts would be anything but excellent. She had, at 11, a determination to be independent that, when coupled with a general ignorance regarding the actual requirements of being independent, bordered on obnoxious. But she was, in other ways, good-natured - happy to learn, happy to get to know others, happy to help, and, but for a small streak of elitism and a habit of taking failure with less grace than might be desired, she was pleasant company and a good friend to have.
First Instance of Magic: It was on her 9th birthday that she accompanied her mother to a performance of her father's, a conductor for a regional orchestra. There, in that dim, ornate hall, her life changed. The opening piece, taking up the entire first half of the performance, was The Four Seasons. Only later would she discover that this was one of the most well-known works of art in the world - at that moment, she thought she was witnessing a miracle.
There was something about the sound, the way it reverberated, the way it made her feel things with an intensity that she had never felt before, and more then that, the right things, those that she just knew were appropriate, and that she just knew were shared by those surrounding her because they simply must be because listen! Something about it changed her, and though she would not realize it for a year or so longer, it was determined then that she would need to follow in her father's footsteps.
Forty minutes passed, and the piece came to an end. Applause. She applauded too, though the sound was obnoxious, because it was proper. Her father turned to face the crowd and bowed. The lighting, he would later complain, was abysmal, and Emma would have had to agree, because there on the stage she could barely make out that it was him. Her father, who should be able to see her too, and how proud she was of him, who bowed and smiled, waving that wand ("No," her mother would correct her "it was a Baton. We don't use wands around muggles, remember?"), who was shrouded in darkness, likely just as blind to her as she was to him, and that simply was not fair. It was so not fair, in fact, that in the mind of the 9-year-old it was completely unacceptable, and, in a fit of anger, she stood up on her chair and yelled: "DAD!"
Every light in the hall simultaneously turned on with such intensity that the lightbulbs burst. Glass shards rained down from the ceiling, and splotches of color filled her vision in the darkness that followed. Nobody was hurt, thankfully, and the Ministry did its job as well as it always did. No trace of the incident made it more than a couple of days among the muggles before being expunged, covered up, or obliviated away. But her parents knew the truth - Emma had cast her first bit of accidental magic.
House: Slytherin
Age: 11
Wand: 31,2 cm. Aspen wood and rougarou hair core.
Year: First
Species: (Currently working on application for seer)
Background: On November 9th, 2013, Caroline and Oliver Quailey welcomed their first and only daughter into the world. They named her Emma, for no reason other than the fact that it sounded nice, and determined to give her the very best life that they could. They had recently moved to St. Andrews from Edinburgh, Oliver having been accepted as the principal conductor for a local orchestra, and were dead set on ensuring that their daughter would grow up to be as familiar with the Muggle world as she was with the wizarding world. Their logic was two-fold: First, it was simply the case that the Muggle world was a lot larger, and an understanding of it was necessary if a person were to have a balanced education. Second, they were well aware of the claustrophobic, suffocating aspects of the Wizarding World. It was a narrow thing, conservative with its traditions and obsessed with itself. And, while it was not as though Muggle society did not have its own analogous troubles, Caroline had found long ago that there was freedom in its structure.
Emma was raised then as a child of both worlds. This came with its own troubles: why did Dad even need to walk to work when she had seen him aportate (or whatever they called it) in the past? Why did Mum not use her wand to carry her heavy groceries home for her? And, most importantly, why could she not have a pet crup? They're so CUTE!! Add to all this the need for absolute secrecy, and it was a wonder that they managed to prevent the girl from breaking any international statutes.
She eventually understood the situation her family and she were in, and once she did, she stopped giving her parents trouble over it. It bothered her, though, that she was unable to be honest with many of the children around her. How could she make friends with someone whom she was forced to lie to so frequently? Due to this, the friends she did make tended to come from the Wizarding world. There were fewer of these, but not none - her mother, being a pure-blooded witch, had a number of acquaintances with children Emma's age, and beyond that an extended family. Emma always delighted in the chance to spend time with them.
As a consequence, Emma found herself drawn towards the magical world more and more as she aged. She would pester her parents for stories of Hogwarts, dreaming of the day her letter arrived and lying awake at night with anxieties that it might not. Her parents assured her that it would arrive, and they, of course, were right. With it came the opportunity for a new chapter in life, away from home, away from family. Emma loved her parents, and yes, she would miss them dearly, but never once did it occur to her that going to Hogwarts would be anything but excellent. She had, at 11, a determination to be independent that, when coupled with a general ignorance regarding the actual requirements of being independent, bordered on obnoxious. But she was, in other ways, good-natured - happy to learn, happy to get to know others, happy to help, and, but for a small streak of elitism and a habit of taking failure with less grace than might be desired, she was pleasant company and a good friend to have.
First Instance of Magic: It was on her 9th birthday that she accompanied her mother to a performance of her father's, a conductor for a regional orchestra. There, in that dim, ornate hall, her life changed. The opening piece, taking up the entire first half of the performance, was The Four Seasons. Only later would she discover that this was one of the most well-known works of art in the world - at that moment, she thought she was witnessing a miracle.
There was something about the sound, the way it reverberated, the way it made her feel things with an intensity that she had never felt before, and more then that, the right things, those that she just knew were appropriate, and that she just knew were shared by those surrounding her because they simply must be because listen! Something about it changed her, and though she would not realize it for a year or so longer, it was determined then that she would need to follow in her father's footsteps.
Forty minutes passed, and the piece came to an end. Applause. She applauded too, though the sound was obnoxious, because it was proper. Her father turned to face the crowd and bowed. The lighting, he would later complain, was abysmal, and Emma would have had to agree, because there on the stage she could barely make out that it was him. Her father, who should be able to see her too, and how proud she was of him, who bowed and smiled, waving that wand ("No," her mother would correct her "it was a Baton. We don't use wands around muggles, remember?"), who was shrouded in darkness, likely just as blind to her as she was to him, and that simply was not fair. It was so not fair, in fact, that in the mind of the 9-year-old it was completely unacceptable, and, in a fit of anger, she stood up on her chair and yelled: "DAD!"
Every light in the hall simultaneously turned on with such intensity that the lightbulbs burst. Glass shards rained down from the ceiling, and splotches of color filled her vision in the darkness that followed. Nobody was hurt, thankfully, and the Ministry did its job as well as it always did. No trace of the incident made it more than a couple of days among the muggles before being expunged, covered up, or obliviated away. But her parents knew the truth - Emma had cast her first bit of accidental magic.
Emma Quailey
Stamina: 8 Evasion: 3 Strength: 3 Wisdom: 6 Arcane Power: 5 Accuracy: 10
SEER ABILITY 2 ABILITY 3 ABILITY 4 ABILITY 5 ABILITY 6 ABILITY 7
SEER ABILITY 2 ABILITY 3 ABILITY 4 ABILITY 5 ABILITY 6 ABILITY 7
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