Full Name: Adelaide Ethel Boot
Nicknames: Addie
Birthdate: January 2nd, 1876
Current Age: Fifteen Years
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Reputation: 10.
Residence: South Bartonburg, Hogsmeade
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Willow, 11 inches, Dragon heartstring, Whippy
Blood Status: Halfblood
Social Class: Middle Class
Family:

Rupert Boot, Father [1850]
Edith Boot (née —), Mother [1856-1883]
Anthony Boot, Brother [1875]
Augustus "Gus" Boot, Brother [1877]
Alfred "Alfie" Boot, Brother [1877]
Lucy Boot, Sister [1879]

Martha Boot (née —), Paternal Grandmother [1833]

Appearance:

Ordinary, average, plain—all are words that have been used to describe me, usually as insults or backhanded compliments. I've never taken them as such. I could only wish was ordinary. I am taller than most of the girls in my class, standing at five five and five inches tall. My figure is fuller than society expects a woman's to be, and despite my Grandmother's opinion that it's "baby weight that will fall off eventually" I find myself growing more certain every year that it simply won't. But other than that, I really do like the way I look.

My reddish hair darkens in the fall to more of an auburn, and while others may think it unfashionable and unlucky, I think it's romantic and charming. The curls are delicate, though, and it's difficult to grow it long and avoid the fizziness, so after I return home from school every year I insist on having it chopped to an unfashionably short length. My eyes are a warm brown and my skin fair and freckled.

I like to dress like the other girls do... in theory. I like the ruffles and the patterns and the bright colors, but more often than not I'll pick out something plainer and less extravagant. I wield my wand with my left hand.

History:

1876 | Papa once told me that he'd always believed that birth was a beautiful, sacred moment until he had to listen to the screams of my mother on the snowy night I was born in Mould-On-The-Wall. I was a breech baby—that is, I came out feet-first—and apparently the accompanying midwife was just out of training and had little experience with dealing with my sort of birth on her own. Papa likes to think the screams came more from Mama's frustration than the pain.

1877 | A little over two years after my birth, Mama gave birth to the twins, Gus and Alfie. I don't remember much of their birth or even the first few years of their life, but Papa tells me Anthony and I would have never been born if the twins had come first. They're much tamer now that they're older, but my earliest memories of them include chasing me around the house with handful of flobberworms. (They managed to hit me in the middle of the forehead with one. I still don't like flobberworms, or anything resembling one.)

1878 | Anthony's first sign of magic came. We all got in a fight. I saw "we", even though Gus and Alfie were only one, because they were the reason we were fighting. Gus had taken one of Alfie's toys, and Anthony was arguing that Gus deserved a turn while I argued that it wasn't fair for him to take it from Alfie, who by all accounts cried through the entire argument. Anthony, apparently in a rage after I'd taken the toy right out of his hand to give it back to Alfie, made it burst into flames as I held it. I don't remember it, of course—I was only two, and two-year-olds have very strong opinions—but Papa says I looked at my blistered hands after I dropped it, turned to Anthony in anger, and tried to pick up the flaming toy to throw it at him. Unfortunately by the time I reached it the flames had gone out and the toy had cooled to the touch, and Papa says I was very angry that Anthony wouldn't have to suffer the same blisters I had to.

1879 | Mama has another baby, Lucy. I've always loved Lucy, maybe because I remember her birth. I was only three, and I don't remember much of it, but I remember being seated next to my brother in the drawing room and having little Lucy passed between us, Grandmother Martha's hands hovering below ours as if she worried we would drop her. I also remember Lucy being loud—always crying, always wanting attention. Even as she got older and able to control her emotions the loudness never stopped; it turned to laughter, then tantrums, and once she started talking it seemed like she'd gotten used to always being loud and never bothered learning to whisper. But I love Lucy—I must, because she looks up to me, and someone has to protect her from Gus and Alfie's tricks.

1880 | I am nearly five years old when I first display sign of magic. It was New Year's Eve, and Papa always made a big deal of turning the calendar at the strike of midnight. We were rarely allowed to stay awake so late, so we were always so tired and yet so stubborn about staying awake, even when our eyelids began to fail us. Apparently mine began to fail me too soon, and I parked myself in front of the calendar two hours before midnight. Mama told me I ought to go to bed—and I remember this clearly, and it remains one of my only clear memories of her—and I broke down in exhaustion-laced tears. She tried to comfort me like any decent mother might, lifting me into her arms and patting me on the back, and as I laid my chin against her shoulder I watched the calendar change before my eyes. Let's just say I made it to midnight.

1882 | My grandfather passes. My father's mother, Grandmother Martha, comes to spend the holiday with us, and while I've always loved Grandmother Martha I never appreciated how she came into our home and bickered with my mother. I would never voice my opinion aloud, though; I'd receive scoldingS from both ends.

1883 | Mama falls ill with pneumonia. She is bedridden for weeks, and Anthony and myself, as well as Gus and Alfie and Lucy, are forbidden from being in her presence for very long. In fact, the time we spent most with her after her initial diagnosis was when the doctor told my father she was unlikely to last the night. It saddens me that my last and most vibrant memory of my mother is one of her so frail and pale. I remember being afraid to hold her hand—she already looked half a corpse. I didn't know that would be the last time I saw my mother. Children don't think about those things, but in a way I wish they did. There are so many things I never said, things I could have said if I'd only known. I woke up in the morning to all the curtains clothed and the my Grandmother Martha perched on the edge of the bed I shared with Lucy. Things were never the same.

1886 | Years had passed since Mama's death. Grandmother Martha moved in with us, deciding that us children needed a feminine influence just as much as Papa needed help around the house. Even if I have difficulty remembering what exactly Mama was like, I know Grandmother Martha was nothing like her. Grandmother, whose hair was streaked with grey and with a gaze more severe than any woman I'd ever met, ruled the house with an iron fist, and though I did not always appreciate the way she nitpicked, I did love her. She took to curbing my diet before I had even reached eleventh year, which never did play out as she'd hoped. I'd always been pudgy and soft around the edges, and she decided I must be made to eat very little lest I fail to find a husband one day. Anthony went off to school in September and in every letter detailed what he'd eaten for breakfast and for dinner. I quickly decided I'd rather be there with him.

1887 | And I was, eventually. I joined Anthony on the Hogwarts Express on September 1st, and later that evening I found myself sorted into Ravenclaw house. I was at ease there—I had never been so arrogant as to consider myself the smartest of my sibling, but I liked to think that I was clever, and being sorted there served as confirmation. I quickly fell into the routine of schoolwork, and though I never struggled to understand the material I found myself unmotivated to finish homework when my attention was fixated on subjects I found more exciting. My favorite classes? Charms and Astronomy.

1888 | The twins joined us at Hogwarts. I can't say I hadn't missed them the previous year, but I never realized how much until I was in their presence every day. While never distant, Anthony rarely made an effort to be in my presence during my first year unless it was to provide me with "protection" against some imaginary threat, but Gus and Alfie did their best to spend time with me when they could.

1889 | I remember the beginning of my third year as one filled with laughter and joy. By this point I'd made a few good friends, many who—like me—had spent the summer stressing over what courses to add to our schedule. I decided on Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, and Muggle Studies. It seemed like a good mix, and as someone who had no idea what I wanted to make of my life after Hogwarts it seemed like a good fit—at the time. I'd never truly struggled until Ancient Runes. For some reason I simply couldn't wrap my head around it. Maybe my mind wasn't meant to work with symbols and translations; I can only be glad I didn't add Divination to my course load.

1890 | We move to Hogsmeade. I'm not sure why, really. Papa announces it once we return home for the school year, and shortly before we return to Hogwarts we settle into the South Bartonburg home. He says he desires a change of scenery—I think he misses Mama.

1891 | Anthony takes his OWLs in the spring, which is only notable because he stresses about them the entire summer. Lucy joins us at Hogwarts in the fall. I start my fifth year. Grandma Martha starts using the words Adelaide and womanhood in the same sentence. I'm not ready.

Personality:

Family-oriented. Sociable. Even-tempered. Clever. Observant. Introspective. Quietly vain. Afraid of drawing needless attention to herself. Quick to stand up for others, but not for herself.

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