Avenair Quail
- Status:
- Muggle-born
- Birthday:
- 01 Mar 2012
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- Newport, Shropshire, England
- Function:
- First year, Ravenclaw
- Wand:
- 32,2 cm aspen wood and phoenix feather
Physical Description:
Hair and eyes: Deep black, however when exposed to sunlight, the light will cause it to turn into a beautiful fiery auburn.
Face: Oval, with no hints of excess fat.
Nose, mouth, ears: All small. The lips are colorless and thin, the nose pointed very slightly. One ear (right) is disfigured due to an accident, but surprisingly hears slightly better than everyone else's ears due to it never being exposed to loud noises.
Body: Shorter and thinner compared to other witches and wizards of the same age. Large hands and feet.
Skin: Seemingly in poor condition due to a genetic issue, but actually perfectly healthy.
Mental Description: Shy around unfamiliar enviournments. Introverted. Unsocial. But also protective, devoted, loyal, and full of justice. Not afraid of sacrifices. Has very high IQ and learns very quickly. Around familiar places, seems extraverted and hyper, and always makes everyone laugh. Doesn't like praises of extreme mental capacity. Ambitious, but kind-hearted.
Biography: Was bullied before in kindergarten, but learned quickly how to defend against bullies, and ended up befriending them. At 1st grade, made two best friends and do lots of things with them, such as prank the teachers, never getting caught because of the "superhuman" ear. One day, some time during the summer vacation when I was 11, a strange old man came to our apartment and started a conversation about "magic". My parents regarded him as "insane" and tried to get him out, but I was interested in his story. He told me all about the Wizarding World and Hogwarts, and how I was going to be a student there. I believed him, but my parents did not. It took both of us (but mostly him) half an hour of convincing and negotiating before they finally agreed on letting me go to Hogwarts.
First Instance of Magic: At the age of 5, I accidentally knocked a bowl of soup onto my teacher's lap, simply because she was getting on my nerves and I felt angered. We were engaged in a tiny "argument" when all of a sudden, the bowl was knocked into her lap. Furious, she dialed my parents, and while they were coming, I couldn't help but feel intrigued by the "accident" that just happened, thinking it must be a jinx created by my unnatural unluckiness. After that, my parents negotiated with my teacher and they settled the argument by labeling the incident as "carelessness".
Hair and eyes: Deep black, however when exposed to sunlight, the light will cause it to turn into a beautiful fiery auburn.
Face: Oval, with no hints of excess fat.
Nose, mouth, ears: All small. The lips are colorless and thin, the nose pointed very slightly. One ear (right) is disfigured due to an accident, but surprisingly hears slightly better than everyone else's ears due to it never being exposed to loud noises.
Body: Shorter and thinner compared to other witches and wizards of the same age. Large hands and feet.
Skin: Seemingly in poor condition due to a genetic issue, but actually perfectly healthy.
Mental Description: Shy around unfamiliar enviournments. Introverted. Unsocial. But also protective, devoted, loyal, and full of justice. Not afraid of sacrifices. Has very high IQ and learns very quickly. Around familiar places, seems extraverted and hyper, and always makes everyone laugh. Doesn't like praises of extreme mental capacity. Ambitious, but kind-hearted.
Biography: Was bullied before in kindergarten, but learned quickly how to defend against bullies, and ended up befriending them. At 1st grade, made two best friends and do lots of things with them, such as prank the teachers, never getting caught because of the "superhuman" ear. One day, some time during the summer vacation when I was 11, a strange old man came to our apartment and started a conversation about "magic". My parents regarded him as "insane" and tried to get him out, but I was interested in his story. He told me all about the Wizarding World and Hogwarts, and how I was going to be a student there. I believed him, but my parents did not. It took both of us (but mostly him) half an hour of convincing and negotiating before they finally agreed on letting me go to Hogwarts.
First Instance of Magic: At the age of 5, I accidentally knocked a bowl of soup onto my teacher's lap, simply because she was getting on my nerves and I felt angered. We were engaged in a tiny "argument" when all of a sudden, the bowl was knocked into her lap. Furious, she dialed my parents, and while they were coming, I couldn't help but feel intrigued by the "accident" that just happened, thinking it must be a jinx created by my unnatural unluckiness. After that, my parents negotiated with my teacher and they settled the argument by labeling the incident as "carelessness".