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Name: Charlotte leone
AGE: 12, first year
Height: 5'2
Appearance: auburn curls, to the middle of back, big bright blue eyes, long eyelashes, long legs, rosy cheeks, freckles, olive skin, full red red lips.
RACE: irish, german, australian, austrian, and spanish.
Parents: Frank and Therese Leone
Personality:outgoing, happy, optimistic, usually carefree, flirty, and looves to talk, usually almost 13 year old girl.
Likes:boys, reading, writing, friends, animals, and swimming, quidditch, shoppinngggg
Dislikes:dark arts, potions, ancient runes,homework
Power:healing and an unusual connection to the thoughts and needs of animals.
History:Was just a normal kid with an unusual knack at certian things others seemed to struggle at, that is until she turned 11. On that fateful day a man visited her little home in Wisconsin. Telling her that her extrordinary ability to mend wounds and care for creatures was more than a gift, it was an oppurtunity to have a future beyond wisconsin.

THANKS JESSIE! i mean cho, lol.
Character Name: Charlotte Leone

Age: 12

Sex: female

Creature type: human...? witch

Preferred House: i am in gryffindor already

Year: 1st

Height: 5'3

Weight: 98 lbs

Eyes color: blue, VERY blue

Hair:auburn curls very very curly curly.(ringlets)

Appearance:pleasant says above

Personality: says above

Family:a sister (third year) named cassie, a four year old brother (so far not showing any magical activities) and a mother (therese) and a father named frank, still as deeply in love with her mother as ever. A dog named BoBo.

Interests: boys, reading, writing, friends, animals, and swimming, quidditch, shoppinngggg

Best Subjects: herbology, care of magical creatures, history of magic, divination

Worst Subjects: potions is the only one she really stands out in as bad-ish.

Wand: rose bush (thorn of a rose) and pheonix wand

Pets:a dog named BoBo, but for school an owl named Hoot.

Other: her brother John Paul died at the age of three, when Charlotte was two.

History:same as farther up.


VUAALLLAA!

omg thanks! luv u leah!

Charlotte was only in her first year in Gryffindor, yet her brave heart had begun to lose its chivalry, what made it a gryffindor soul. Her once bouncy auburn curls were limp with stress for the upcoming exams. Her once rosy cheeks were pale and tight. She hadn't had much of an appetite the last few months. The once bright and brilliantly blue starry eyes were dull and wet from the many blinks that kept her awake. She had been fueled by butterbeer  and magical everlasting coffee for three days. Her already overflowing homework load had tripled, now overloading her with worries, so that she could think of nothing else.
Her eyes were unfocused and halfclosed, so she didn't see the first year walking towards her. She stumbled under the weight of her book bag, not knowing the spell to lift its weight from ehr shoulders. At this moment of weakness her bag shifted and knocked the oncoming first year to his feet. Parchment and quills, inkbottles, books and ingrediants spilled over the floor, the last of the contents of her broken bag spilled onto the growing pile of rubbish.
The first years outline swam before Charlottes eyes as the months suppressed tears and frustration poured from her choked throat into her eyes and onto her cheeks. Her whole heart was spilling from her eyes. Her blurred eyesight didn't help in the matter. Blinded by frustrated tears, she tryed to repair her backpack with the wand she still clutched in her hand, her finger nad words trembled. No magic poured from the wand. Her
tears trickled down her cheeks as she took a deep breath. The first year grudgingly picked himself up and walked off with a sweep of his wand over his wrinkled robes.
Charlotte closed her eyes and put her thoughts aside. She slowly started to mend the backpacks broken seem with the reluctant occasional spurt of magic from her rosewood bush and pheonix feather wand. When the seem was repaired well enough to carry her supplies to her next class she shoved her things into the bookbag with unnecessary force. Her tears dried and the hoel in her heart where the frustration of the past months had poured, slowly patched up, leaving her with an empty, but not entirley unpleasant feeling. she felt calm, and relief spread through her like wildfire. She rubbed her eyes and scooped up the remainder of her supplies before zipping her bag hurriedly and smacking it onto her back. The whole way to herbology she couldn't stop thinking abotu the first year she had hit, she hadn't said sorry.

mrs. r, you totally haev inspired me to write. i love how u write, and i know you prob dont even check these, but if u do, i jsut want to say thank you for 7 books of inspiration and joy, and i am sorry, and happy in a way, that they have ended. it was agreat ending, thanks again.
mara