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Unbothered Orphan
Unbothered Orphan

8 year old Halfblood
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Charity Lloyd

Full Name: Charity Freesia Lloyd


Birthdate: September 19th, 1881

Age: 8

Occupation: Unbothered Orphan

Blood Status: Halfblood

Residence: London, England

Hogwarts House: Unknown

Wand: Unknown

Jonathan Lloyd, Father [1845-1890]
Evelina Lloyd (née Darrow), Mother [1853-1883]

Barclay Darrow, Grandfather [1818-1879]
Evangeline Darrow (née Hardacker), Grandmother [1828-1884]
Evander Darrow, Uncle [1849]
John Alfred Darrow, Uncle [1854]
A perfect mix of both her parents, Charity might be considered a pretty child if not for the mess of tangled orange waves she inherited from her father. She has her mother’s face, though, including her hazel-green eyes and wide smile. She’s missing a number of teeth, though, and has recently become self-conscious about the fact. She is an average girl in weight and height. She usually dresses in white sand blues, but never—never—pink or orange. She is right-handed.

    — Fluent in English. Speaks good French, but cannot write it.
    — Has good penmanship for her age.
    — She enjoys logic puzzles, riddles, and any game that requires use of her mind.
    — She has a solid black cat named Posey. She will attend Hogwarts with Charity.
1881 | After years of struggling to conceive a child, Evelina Lloyd gives birth to a healthy baby girl with bright orange hair in their London townhome. Charity, sensibly named by her sensible mother, is spoiled and rarely seen in the arms of anyone else when her mother’s at home.

1883 | Evelina dies suddenly, leaving two-year-old Charity confused and inconsolable. She cries for her mother for weeks after, having to be comforted by a nanny morning, day, and night. She eventually mellows out, and although she’s too young to understand the permanence of death, she no longer frets about her mother’s absence.

1884 | Jonathan moves himself and his daughter out of their London townhome and into a different one in the heart of muggle London. While still seeing her magical relatives on holidays and in passing, Charity grows up under more muggle influence than most magical-born children. Weekdays are spent with her muggle grandmother, and evenings are spent with her muggleborn nanny.

1885 | A governess is hired earlier than usual after a number of public meltdowns that leave Jonathan’s mother with the impression that Charity is in desperate need of intervention. The four-year-old resists the new influence in the household, but learns to control herself after it becomes clear that her governess favorite disciplinary method is the rod.

1887 | Charity displays her first sign of magic. It is met with excitement on her father’s part and uncertainty on her grandparents’ parts, but Charity is simply relieved to be a witch like her mother once was.

1888 | A fight between Charity’s father and grandparents leaves the two families estranged—and leaves Charity feeling more lonely than ever. She is gifted with a kitten for Christmas, but even a new feline companion does not compensate for the loss of her family.

1890 | Jonathan perishes after a battle with a head injury sustained during a stampede at the Candle Lighting Celebration at the Ministry. With no guardian appointed by his last will and testament, Charity is temporarily taken in by a family friend and neighbor, who arranges for her to see a solicitor. She is not enthralled by the prospect.
— She is related to the Darrows through her late mother, Evelina née Darrow.

— She was orphaned in early January of 1890.
— Of her estranged muggle relatives.
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Date of Birth: May 13, 1999 (20 years old)

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January 15th, 1890 — Solicitor's Office, London

This was not how she'd imagined spending the first month of the new year. The accident and her father's subsequent injury had left Charity with the expectation that her father would not live; it had only been a matter of when he would succumb to his injuries. All tears had been shed by the time his black coffin was lowered into his grave, and all Charity could do from that point was move on.

She expected to be doing that at the neighbor's house. They had five children all around her age, and all had been quick to show her to her bed and include her in their games. She so fancied the idea of being a sister—even if only in spirit!—that she buried her pain deep in her chest and redirected her attention to fitting into the family as smoothly as possible.

But things that seemed too good to be true usually were. She'd awoken that morning to the sight of packed suitcases and one of the maids eager to dress her and get her down the stairs. There were murmurs of a solicitor and the Darrows, none of which made any sense out of context. She initially assumed her extended family was here to visit her, or maybe that she'd been left something by her father that had been overlooked, but all became apparent once she'd reached the bottom step.

She was being sent away—and to live with someone who was practically a stranger, at that!

Confused but too numb to show any emotions, Charity had silently climbed into the carriage, only bidding her neighbors farewell for politeness sake, and left.

"And that is how I got here," she finally said, after spending nearly half an hour recounting her life story to the old and tired-looking solicitor who sat across from her. There was no one to talk to here; everyone was either old or gloomy-looking (or, like the solicitor had proven was possible, both).

She was just about to start her monologue on the possible paths of her future when the solicitor suddenly stood up, his eyes caught on someone behind her.

Or someones.

Chairty whipped her head around, only to be met with the sight of two older, two very different-looking men. Neither of them stood out in her mind as someone she remembered, and for a moment she considered they were here for a different reason. That was, until the solicitor greeted them by name. Charity rose to her feet, smoothing the creases out of her blue skirt, and took a deep breath.
@J. Alfred Darrow @Evander Darrow