Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
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	NAME Isleen Knight BIRTHDATE 07/06/2012 POSITION Student		NATIONALITY Irish SPECIES Human SCHOOL YEAR First	HOUSE Slytherin
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Isleen Delia Knight was born in 2012 in a small town in County Clare, Ireland. Her mother and father, Orion Knight and Evangeline De La Lune are both Pureblooded and both come from long lines of wealthy Pureblooded families, the Knight family being the longest of the two.
She has no other siblings, making her childhood rather lonely, but she always had her governess to look after her more closely than her parents.
Isleen was never really close with her parents, as they have always been strict and cold, but that doesn't mean they didn't look after her.
From a young age, Isleen has been in many, many lessons varying from piano, to how to enhance her natural beauty, to ancient Greek. As long as she can remember, she has been trained to be the Heiress of not only the Knight Estate but the legacy as well, though most of her lessons are preparing her for a marriage to a Pureblood from another long line of wealthy Purebloods rather than preparing her to be the lady of an estate.
Isleen had always been an adventurous child, making it hard for her parents to raise her as an elegant lady instead of an ambitious young woman. Isleen was always longing to go outside and play with the other children in the town, but her parents forbid her from playing with children with blood below a Pureblood. She has been taught by her parents that anything below a Pureblood was beneath her, but that has never sat right with Isleen as she could never see what was so wrong with muggles.

Isleen's first instance of wandless magic was when she was eight years old. She was frustrated as she was not allowed to go outside that day because she would certainly get her new dress dirty, and guests were coming in mere hours. She was having a little argument with her mother, when suddenly the glass vase beside her burst into shatters, raining down bits of stained glass everywhere, but not touching Isleen or her mother.