"People always say
Life is full of choices
No one ever mentions fear.
Well, starting now I'm learning fast."

"In my dreams it's all real, and my heart has so much to reveal,
and my dreams seem to say; don't be afraid to go on, don't give up hope,
come what may, I know it all will come back...One day."

F U L L N A M E: Rosie Marricott Willew
H O U S E: Ravenclaw
A G E: 11
W A N D : 30,7 cm cherry wood and unicorn hair
S C H O O L Y E A R: 1st _(First)
P A T R O N U S: N/A
S P E C I E S: Human

H I S TO R Y: Wouldn't you like to know? Well, maybe foreshadowing my future with retellings of my past will implie I must be very prudent._{Hmmmmmmmmmmmm..... I should make a note of that, excuse me for a second.}
After being born in Ireland and spending five years in a corner of the world with all those I called family, I moved to London, in England, since my mother advocated it was for the best, the best for her career I presume. The Willew family,you might wonder, is my 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. But I must be like that, you know, It was good to go and find a tutor elsewhere. It could be a brand for me, exploration. I should then never stay long anywhere...?Marricott is a tribute to a friend family, my mom really likes her it seems. There is not much on my father, although they say I am a pure-blood, the facts are apparently delicate to bring up to my family, whenever I wrote letters verging on that subject, my grandmother and aunts would send back only treats and nonsense gossip, completely abstracting from it. Maybe things did not ended in good terms, I always wondered.
AHEM...As I was saying, in this game of growing older, I found myself in a whisper game, thouths surrounding me concerning my persona. Were the things that happened around me what defined me?or only my values and my thoughts? A lot of further research must be made, my fellow friends, at that time I simply wondered if something was off about the new life I was living on, but I understood that it was how it was supposed to be. I was not feeling wronged or neglected, but mystified, as if it was my decision to move into a new life in London in the first place. Was I meant on my own nature for that specificity? Destined perhaps to make things normal for myself? Wizards, great wizards, need challenges don't they?Perceptions, is always a matter of perceptions.
I was at that time growing up in Lady Aithne's house, if you ever stop by in London you will know that Lady Aithne's house is the most adequate place for young wizards, make no mistake though, is not a hotel, not close of being a playground, it is home (for those who find in it). Kids come and go from there, after all, most of us come to Hogwarts, but I know I'll always go back. Interestingly enough, when the time came to leave I was swiped by anxiety, to open the wings is always a beautiful dream but the fall moment is a retrieved frenzy that has the power to freeze us in our aspirations to never turn into action. I will make Lady Aithne proud, my grandma and aunts probably can not wait to hear all about my experience here, overall I am optimistic about friends too...What pushes my shoulders down must be, then, myself? I remain the biggest circle not sealed. "Chapter titles are like signs, and if you read between the lines you'll find your first impression was mistook, for a cover is nice, but a cover is not the book." _{Ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ra-ta-ta-ta! Ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ra-ta-ta-ta!}

Appearance

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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

The same green eyes as her mother's. An almond brown hair that used to be very blond. And 4 feet 11 inches of height that she measures every month to make sure she keeps growing taller. Likes to avoid the sun, so not so many freckles or redish cheeks. A stubborn hair that she brushes twice a day to wear with a black tiara and some pins.

Ideals

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MENTALITY

Pre-Hogwarts

Rosie likes astronomy books and adventure sagas a lot. Preferably, the ones with a lot of picutres, is a general fact that science is pretty much magic - with reasoning behind it. When she can not stop wondering about her mom she imagines that in a planet or galaxy far away her beloved mother is very busy descovering stuff and keeping the Earth safe. It has to be something big.
Magic and science both have a lot of mysteries in them, just like fiction and reality, how they work and who they work for is a matter of the heart and of the mind. Therefore, her major trait is to be very curious, that is what she has been told and what she will eventually truly grasp as a fear of being left out - which explains some competitive behaviour she manifests. Rosie has a lot of questions, she is not actively looking for the answers though, she does not know what keeps her afloat, big feelings she does not comprehend only guarantee that she has difficult motivating herself sometimes, and other times, well, she has her own stuff to do on what she considers to be a priority for herself. But she wants to be good, she wants to be grown. To understand things like adults do. To be certain. To know the limits of the cosmos.

Magic

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FIRST INSTANCE OF MAGIC

On her 9th anniversary Rosie asked everyone to pretend it was not her birthday. She did not wanted any gifts, a party, a congratulation, or even a cake. She wanted to know what would happen with her secret, if she kept it, slowly growing older that day, cells degenerating, and the universe would not have a clue. Almost completed, at bedtime, someone, another girl, thinking the game was over, finally congratulated Rosie.
The gasp, the panic, the betrayal she felt, once her secret was out, slipped to the hands of the universe. Father time would see all, at last. All that lead to a tantrum and a scream, which caused an unexpected blow of wind to mess up the nursery and turn off all the lights in the house. When everything was dark, everything was also quiet for seconds, Rosie felt peaceful, the dark at least hid her secret, tucked them away with the frustration, remembered her that inside her, is where she kept the truly important secrets. That night she apologized to everyone, next day they had chocolate cake for breakfast.