Full Name: Nessa Grace Spriggin
House: Gryffindor
Age: 11
Wand: 33,9 cm pine wood and thunderbird tail feather
School Year: 1st
Patronus: N/a
Species: Lycanthrope

History/Background Story

Nessa's life began in London, England. She was born to Samantha and Jonah Spriggin, and had an older brother who graduated Hogwarts before she was born. Her parents hadn't been able to have children until Nero came along, they adopted her older brother, and changed their lives for the better.

At five years old she was informed of the fact that magic and monsters existed. Soon after (around age seven or so), she'd had a temper tantrum and accidentally turned her sock into a worm. Accidentally of course, no hard feelings towards the sock. But it did indeed catch the administrators eye. Hence the acceptance into Hogwarts letter that was to arrive a few years later.

A little ways after that, at around eight years of age, she had her first run in with her little brother, who had just turned four.. He wasn't particularly nice to her, and so she wasn't particularly nice to him either. They had constant run ins with each other making both of their sets of parents angry at them. They butted heads, Nero being the stubborn one most of the time and the insolent boy that was her brother was almost always the one that instigated the fight in the first place. Of course, no one knew who started what and what went down during the phase of fighting. But they were only children, and could do nothing about their idiotic fighting habits until proven guilty by one or both parents. So it continued, both antagonizing each other over the silliest things.

On her eleventh birthday, Nessa received a letter from Hogwarts explaining that she'd been accepted and was to start preparing. Nessa's parents had been ecstatic, enthused at the thought that their child was going to Hogwarts.

And that's where Nessa Spriggin's story begins.

Werewolf Transformation

Nessa Spriggin, pale skin and red hair in all, arrived at the forest behind her grandmothers, picnic basket in hand and her grandmother right next to her. They were located in Ireland at the moment, for her grandmother had invited them to come spend a few months with her before Nessa went off to Hogwarts.

The little old lady that was her grandmother was fully human, almost on her death bed at age 92, but still refused to be put on bed rest- much to the young Spriggin's dismay along with her mother. "Grandma, we shouldn't be going into the woods. Especially on a full moon, you never know what's out there!" Nessa tried to convince her grandmother that they shouldn't roam the forests but she just wouldn't listen. And so Nessa joined her old granny on their night time picnic into the forest.

Once they were far into the forest, her grandmother stopped at a running brook, the water beaming with the moons rays, making Nessa look up at the stars that were shining across the night sky. The breeze ran through her locks, hair blowing our around her almost as if a wave caressed her through the winds. Smiling, she turned to her grandmother and took the picnic basket from her frail grasp. "Grandma you should sit down while I set out the food." She told her grandmother, flicking the blanket from the basket with a practiced gesture, the corners falling on just the right spots. Nessa took the snacks and desserts her granny had made from the parcel and laid them out in a way that accentuated each piece. Meat pies, cake, cupcakes, her granny had gone all out with this one.

"Sweet child, I did not bring you out here just to sit, eat, and chat about Hogwarts." Her grandmother wrapped her frail fingers around a glass of lemonade, bringing it to her chapped lips. "I brought you out here to tell you of my experiences with the Magistrate, where I once attempted to work. I wanted to work with the lycanthropes, the misunderstood werewolves. And now that knowledge will be passed down to you. I will teach you how to deal with your lycanthropy." Her granny was speaking nonsense to the young girl, not knowing at that time that her 92 year old grandmother had contacted a werewolf to attack her granddaughter, knowing the risks and still choosing to endanger her grandchild. "Your grandfather is a werewolf, honey. And so will you be."

It happened suddenly, those last words that she'd received from her granny before the howling began, one howl that was joined by four others before the rumbling, crashing, of the woods began. They were coming towards her, and her granny was gone. She'd disappeared, leaving Nessa to fend for herself as the pack rambled towards her, finally clearing the row of trees that surrounded her.

She was trapped. No where to go.

Tears streamed down her face as she made a break for the trees, tripping and stumbling her way towards her house. Her screams could be heard from the house and Samantha was already outside running towards her daughter, intent on rescuing her. The wolves broke the trees and howled in unison. Samantha couldn't reach Nessa before the wolves.

Nessa was pinned down and the oldest of them gave her the bite. It was marked on her neck, and almost crushed her windpipes, right above her collarbone.

Once the deed had been dealt and done the wolves backed off and escaped into the forest. Samantha and Jonah cried over their daughter, with her grandma never being found again.

The next day, the magistrate and her parents were sitting in her room whenever she woke up. Her parents had been ecstatic that she'd survived, but the magistrate was anything but happy about it. They told her about how she would need the wolfsbane potions every full moon and what her abilities would be. It would be a hard journey but it would mean that she stay alive.

Human Appearance

Nessa has pale white skin and dark brown, almost black eyes. Her hair is a straight, frizzy red that she typically wears down. Standing at 5'3 at eleven years old, she wears typically masculine clothing when not in uniform.

Other than the basics, she has an average voice for such a short girl, and a stick figure form, unlike most girls who somehow happened to have anything other than that.

Although she may be teased for having no breasts or whatever, she ignores them and has full confidence in her abilities. She may look like a twig, but she can prove that she isn't. It's just that she bruises easily, and her skin is quite sensitive.

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