Name: Cordelia Winters
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Blue-Green
Height: 128 cm

Personality: Cordelia is a quiet, reserved child, but she is impeccably quick minded and witty. Plagued by frequent bouts of anxiety, she tends to keep to herself until she feels more comfortable, and despite her notable intellect, does not readily aim to demonstrate it. She finds joy in spending time with those that are closest to her, where she is most able to show her true self. Cordelia tends to be more fond of animals than people, but something consistent in all her interactions is the compassion and empathy she has towards all life. She may struggle often with her fears, but she is unwavering in her demonstrations of kindness.

Appearance: Standing at an average 128cm, Cordelia is a small, thin 11 year old girl. Her features are soft and delicate, many commenting how she has her mother's beauty, but it tends to make her uncomfortable. She's not scrawny by any means, but she attempts to make herself seem as small as possible to avoid drawing attention to herself. Her vibrant blue-green eyes are her most expressive feature, often revealing her emotions far deeper than her facial expressions. Either way, she is incredibly easy to read. Her nose and cheeks are dusted with a smattering of freckles. People will often notice Cordelia's hair first, as it is a fiery deep red color that falls just below her ears in small wavy curls.

History: As far as Cordelia can remember, she did not have a father. There was only ever her mother, Amelia, and her step-mother, Jacqueline. Amelia was native to France, but her family had moved to England in her early teens. She had since resided there. A couple years after Cordelia was born, her mother had met Jacqueline. Jacqueline also hailed from France and had simply been traveling through when she had met Amelia. Jacqueline would often go out of her way on her trips to see them, until she had finally proposed and the two were wed.

In the earlier stages of her life, her family moved around from time to time, but inevitably settled in Liverpool. They traveled often due to Jacqueline's profession. Jacqueline was a dragonologist and was often called away from home frequently for her profession and expertise. However, it worked nicely for her mother who had taken up as a journalist for the Daily Prophet. Amelia would often be able to get assignments that coincided with locations that Jacqueline had to travel to.

As Cordelia grew older, it was apparent that the instability of her parents professions would not be conducive to her growth and development. Amelia and Jacqueline had discussed rigorously the arrangement in question, it seemed more likely that Amelia would be the one to adjust her career. Jacqueline had spent years of her life dedicated to the study of dragons and she was quite good at her job. Despite having to be away from her family for extended periods of time, it still worked in their favor for Amelia to take reporting assignments closer to home while Jacqueline traveled for work.

When Cordelia was about 6, Amelia and Jacqueline were hosting a small party to celebrate their anniversary. Crowds tended to make Cordelia incredibly anxious. She preferred to stay out of the way of the adults, but often the children that accompanied them were very loud and pushy, making them harder to avoid. At her mothers behest, Cordelia did her best to be polite and accommodating, despite her nerves. She had taken up the habit of pulling on her fingers to calm herself. Her mothers were very proud of her, expressing how smart she was and how she seemed to exhibit quite a lot of patience and thoughtfulness for a 6 year old. The praise made her smile, but it still made her feel self conscious. She would often mumble thank you's while looking at the ground.

Out of the corner of her eye, Cordelia saw some of the other children huddled around something. Out of curiosity, she drew closer to them to inspect what had them so interested. As she drew closer, she saw what the children had found so interesting. One of the slightly older ones was holding a small mouse in the air by it's tail. It was clearly injured, a likely explanation for how he had been able to catch it. The other kids laughed as it struggled to free itself.

Cordelia felt herself overcome with anger at the other kids. "Hey, leave it alone! What did it ever do to it? You're gonna hurt it more." The boy holding the mouse glared at her. "Oh, so now she wants to talk to us. Fine, I was bored with it anyway." Cordelia watched as the boy dropped the mouse onto the ground.

Upon seeing it curled up, not running away, tears sprung to her eyes. She carefully cupped her hands around the small, helpless thing, bringing it close to her chest. "I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that. They're so cruel to things, just because they're defenseless and small. Please be ok." The mouse seemed to be ok, but one of it's legs looked broken and it's tail was bent at an odd angle. Cordelia was crying knowing that there was nothing she could really do to relieve the mouse from it's pain. "It'll be ok, I'm so sorry." Her eyes were bleary as she sat alone in the grass, sniffling and petting the mouse's fur to try to give it some comfort. After several moments, she started to feel the mouse moving in her hand. Cordelia opened her hands to find the mouse sitting in her hands, calmly grooming itself and looking up at her. Still overwhelmed, Cordelia wiped at her eyes, the tears still pooling there heavily. The mouse, unburdened by the tears of the girl, simply sat and looked at her almost in thanks before it scurried off.

Unaware of what had happened, Cordelia gave a shaky wave to the small rodent. She sat there for a long while, sitting in the grass, knees pulled up to her chest. Her mothers found her a few hours later, expressing their concern for where she had gone. Cordelia retold the story of the mouse and what had happened. Her mothers had cheered and praised her. It was her first instance of accidental magic and to them it was an exciting, honorable moment in their eyes. Cordelia was elated, but felt weighed down by the fact that had she not accidentally done so, the poor mouse might have suffered or even died from its injury. Still, she wanted to learn all she could. If one accidental moment of magic could make such a difference in even the smallest of creatures lives, perhaps even more could be done once properly trained.

Shortly before her 11th birthday, her letter to Hogwarts had arrived. Amelia had brought it in to give to Cordelia. The family shared a small moment together, discussing the future. Cordelia was nervous, but she couldn't wait for the experiences that would await her.