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Rosie Marricott Willew
Status:
Pure-blood
Nationality:
Irish
Residence:
London, England
Function:
Second year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
30,7 cm cherry wood and unicorn hair
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STATS
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 8 | Accuracy: 7
OWLS: OPEN!
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INFOS:
Pure-Blood born in Dublin - Ireland
Moved to England at the age of 5
Tutored by Lady Aithne
The Willew Family is well known for Soda Breads - but potions and old scripts from academics too.
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Biography:
From the edge of the world to England. From Dublin to London. From her mother's laugh and arms to Lady Aithne household - together with a lot of other young wizards Aithne, the mentor, takes in when their parents can not anymore. She would basically nurture them all, with friendship and protection, felt casually like a godmother or something, but make no mistakes, Aithne believed in knoledge and discipline, she could get crossed very quickly too.
After all, the good thing about the Aithne's house is because there was a place to come back to, many other young wizards with complicated families would find the perfect chosen family in there.
The Willew family is her mother's family, the best Soda Breads in Dublin are the Willew Breads. On the side, the Willew's are great with old scripts, potion recipes and wit. Marricott is a tribute to a friend family that helped her mother in the past. There is not much on her father, although instances were made to prove Rosie was born as a pure-blood, the facts are apparently delicate to bring up to her family, whenever Rosie wrote letters verging on that subject, her grandmother and aunts would send back only treats and nonsense gossip, completely abstracting from it. Maybe things did not ended in good terms, she always wondered.
Rosie was roughly 5 years old when the change happened, was not much of a shock, it was only weird, and she knew she was suppose to feel something, deep and strong. Something was off about the new life she was living on, but she understood that it was how it was suppose to be. Not feeling wronged or neglected, but mystified, as if it was her decision to move into a new life in London in the first place. She was meant on her own nature for that specificity? Destined perhaps to make things normal for herself? Wizards, great wizards, need chalenge don't they? So she grew yes, since age five, with several other kids, that come and go from the house of Lady Aithne when they turn 11. She knew that someday it would be her turn and fortune to move to Hogwarts, so all she had to do was wait.
For her, several sealed letter were left. They are to be delivered only when Rosie turns 16, asides from that, on the goodbye message her mother stated to her she would be safe, and for Rosie not to worry because they would meet again; that London was safer, and that her only duty was to be a good student and live her life well. She did not quite wanted to figure out this puzzle, no, that was only a companion for her time, all that haze on her identity to stare to, to think with conviction of her future self grandiosity.
She would still have her time to grow, to take steps in this big, big ledder. Up or down, left or right, that was up to her, Lady Aithne would say.