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Gender: Female
Age: 15
Year: 5th
House: Hufflepuff
Ethnicity: Of Welsh and Native American descent.
Physical Desc: Harmony has long, wavy cerulean blue hair that she enjoys playing with and cloudy grey eyes. She is slightly tall for her age, and very tan due to long summers spent in the great outdoors. Her large forehead is usually covered by bangs cut at an angle, going from just above her eyebrows to roughly chin-length. Both cheeks dimple when she smiles, and though not overweight, she does have a bit of pudge around the middle.
Pet: A Little Owl named Weeskind by the friend who gave it to her. Reddish-brown speckled with white, this small bird is not much use as far as carrying mail(she is however, useful for exchanging notes with friends discreetly when you happen to be grounded), she is a faithful companion, albeit a bit shy.
Home Life: Harmony grew up in Africa as an only child. Her mother Honovi, a muggle-born witch, has served as Secretary to the African Minister of Magic for several years now, and her father Jagher, of mixed descent, is a trader of natural items with magical properties obtained only in Africa, so both are rarely home. Rather than the more traditional House Elves, her parents employ witches and wizards to cook, clean, and maintain their home.
Honovi is a strict, and sometimes harsh woman. Harmony finds it difficult to associate with her without fighting, and so tries her best to avoid being caught in the same room with her when she happens to be home. One of the few things Honovi does enjoy is reading, and so one often can find her in the Aliellas' library during her time off. Although one could hardly call her a 'bad' mother, she simply has a hard time relating to her daughter, who is so radically different from herself.
Jagher, on the other hand, is adored by his only child. He tries to bring little trinkets and knickknacks back for Harmony from his travels abroad, and always makes room for father-daughter quality time in his schedule when he comes home. Harmony loves hearing all the stories he has to tell of different parts of the world, and one day hopes to travel with him.
After elementary school, Harmony was sent to her uncle Hanska's boarding school in North America. Her parents thought that being surrounded by more children her age would be beneficial to Harmony's development, as they lived in a sparsely populated area.
Diving deeper: Before coming to Hogwarts, Harmony was a rather quiet child, and preferred solitude to the company of the other students. However, she quickly grew accustomed to the close-knit family-like quality of Houses, and her personality made a complete 180. She is now a friendly, cheerful teenager and a real nut to boot(although she was always a bit of a nutter).
Harmony loves animals, but any kind of creepy-crawly makes her squirm, especially spiders. A very affectionate person, she frequently says, "I love you!" to her friends and refers to people with pet names such as 'hun', 'pumpkin', and 'sweetheart'. Although hormones have kicked in for most kids her age, Harmony remains blissfully unaffected and doesn't understand why 'preference' is such a big issue to some people. She feels that it's not what a person is, but who they are that truly matters.
Having no particular favorite color, Harmony prefers to be fond of several instead. She likes sweets, but dislikes anything too sweet, her favorite kind of chocolate being 80% dark. She would prefer a walk in the park to sitting on the couch watching tv or reading a book any day, and enjoys rainy days and gloomy fog.
Taking a closer look: Sighing as she listened to her mother downstairs giving out last-minute commands to the servants before she left for work, Harmony stared blankly at her stark-white ceiling from her supine position on the bed. As she heard the chatter start, she sat up, stretching. Now that her mother had left for the day, Harmony was free to do as she pleased, for her father was still away on a trip to Europe and wouldn't be back for several weeks.
Not bothering to change out of her nightgown, the eight-year-old leapt out of bed and sprinted out the door and down the hall, her stockinged feet slipping slightly on the shiny hardwood floors. Skidding to a stop at the top of the stairs, Harmony glanced about stealthily, as if she were planning something devious. And indeed, she had soon clambered up the post connected to the railing and, having tucked her dress in neatly underneath her bottom, proceeded to slide down the long, straight banister towards the first floor.
Her shriek of delight turned to tone of fear as she neared the halfway point, having found herself tipping precariously on the banister, and unable to get a handle on anything. And then she was falling, falling- "Oof!" Blinking rapidly, Harmony found herself staring up into the concerned hazel eyes of her savior. "Miss, are you-"
"Hans!" Harmony giggled and threw her arms around the young man's neck. "You're my hero."
