Emily Evans

Backstory

WAND: Fir wood, Phoenix feather core, 13 3/4", Hard flexibility
PATRONUS: Polar Bear
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
BIRTHDAY: 1st March

BACKSTORY:

I was born into a household where magic and the mundane existed in careful balance. My father, a pureblood wizard, and my mother, a Muggleborn who'd risen to become an Auror, raised me and my brother with one foot in each world. While my brother hated attending Muggle primary school, I was fascinated. I memorised Muggle poetry alongside magical tales, finding comfort in Robert Frost's words—especially "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." My mother would recite it before difficult missions, a Muggle incantation for courage.

It sort of became our family chant. Whenever we felt burdened or anxious, we would repeat the words to ourselves and then gain courage by remembering that we had each other for support.

I was nine years old when everything changed. My parents had been tracking a dark wizard for months—someone who'd been attacking Muggleborn families, leaving them Obliviated and broken. It was personal for my mother. One evening, they received an urgent tip and had to leave immediately. My brother, thirteen and practising spells in the garden, was supposed to watch me, but I'd found my father's case files left out on his study desk. I shouldn't have looked, but curiosity got the better of me. Photographs of victims, their blank stares, magical families torn apart. Children my age who no longer recognise their parents.
When my parents came home that night, successful but exhausted, I was still awake, trembling in my darkened room. My mother found me clutching a Muggle flashlight, too afraid to sleep, the poem open on my lap. "I want to be like you," I'd whispered. "I want to stop people like that." My mother had held me close. "Then you'll need to be smart, darling. Braver than brave—clever enough to outthink the darkness."
From that night forward, the nightmares came sometimes—dark spaces where wands didn't work, Dementors draining away every happy memory but the ambition burned brighter than the fear.

My brother had been a clear Gryffindor—bold, adventurous, sometimes reckless in that way that made our parents simultaneously proud and anxious. When my Hogwarts letter came, I'd already been preparing for years, reading every magical textbook my brother brought home, practising wand movements with a stick in the garden. The Sorting Hat settled on my head, and immediately I felt its presence rifling through my thoughts.

"Interesting... very interesting. Your mother's determination, your father's heritage, but the mind—oh, the MIND is all your own. Ravenclaw would sharpen that brilliant intellect of yours..."

"Yes," I'd thought eagerly.

"But such AMBITION. The cunning to achieve your goals, whatever the cost. You'd go far in Slytherin. Very far indeed..."

For ten long minutes, the Great Hall watched. Whispers grew. My brother shot me an encouraging thumbs-up from the Gryffindor table. The Hat debated, and so did I. Slytherin could make me powerful, give me the ruthless edge Aurors needed. But Ravenclaw...

"You choose wisdom over power," the Hat observed, almost surprised. "Not because you lack ambition, but because you believe knowledge IS power. Because you fear becoming what you hunt. That self-awareness, that moral compass despite your cunning... yes, I see it now. RAVENCLAW!"

I've become known in Ravenclaw tower as the student who's always first to the library but last to leave the Quidditch pitch. Flying offers a freedom where failure seems impossible.

Evening matches with my family remain my favorite tradition; my father and I versus my mother and brother, though now my brother's Auror training means he visits less often.

Defense Against the Dark Arts comes naturally—perhaps too naturally. I think like the dark wizards I study, understanding their logic, predicting their moves. It's useful. It's unsettling. My professors worry about the shadows under my eyes, the way I push myself past exhaustion. I've earned detention twice for practicing defensive spells after curfew.

Honestly? I think the Hat made the right choice. I'm a true Ravenclaw with strong Slytherin tendencies. My love of learning for learning's sake—poetry, books, studying beyond requirements—my strategic thinking, and critically, my conscience. The fact that I feel bad after hurting innocents shows wisdom and introspection. I choose to understand the moral weight of my ambition.

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MUGGLE WORLD

OCCUPATION: a teenager trying to manage her world, find herself and accomplish her goals
ZODIAC SIGN: Aries
LIKES: Blueberry cheesecake
A HUGE SWIFTIEE