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Name : Sasha Miller
Gender : Female
Age : 15
Year : 5th
House : Hufflepuff

Ethnicity : Caucasian
Hair/Eye Color : Light Brown/one blue eye and one brown eye

Pet : A tiny bird named Budge with a gimp wing... completely useless. No magical powers, NOT an owl, simply... a gimpy bird named Budge.
Home Life : Sasha was raised in a family of 7, two parents and 5 children. Sasha is smack in the middle of two sets of twins -- two older sisters and two younger brothers. Her parents are loving and intelligent, her older sisters beautiful, and her younger brothers witty. To be frank, there's no nice way to say it... Sasha is the definition of unremarkable. She has plain, light brown hair, and washed out-looking blue eyes. Despite what one might assume, her family is loving and caring, and Sasha is not neglected... well, not any more than can be expected.

Diving deeper : Sasha, on the surface, is plain and simple. She's also, in short, a complete academic failure. She doesn't play Quidditch, she doesn't answer questions in classes, she doesn't read books in her free time. The only way she has succeeded in not failing out of Hogwarts is the help of her friends, who hold her quite dear, and her teachers, who pity her lack of ability. It would be nice if she could claim a lack of interest as the source of her failings, but in truth, Sasha is simply not capable. She spent the first four of her years at Hogwarts working tirelessly to get by, and this year, has finally resigned herself to the fact that she is useless when it comes to magic. She is prepared to spend what she fears will be her last year at Hogwarts (she is terrified she'll fail her OWLs, and she doesn't think she'd ever be able to show her face at school again if she does) making memories... the one thing she considers herself good at. Sasha cares for three things -- people, animals, and her camera. She carries her camera around, constantly taking pictures of this, that, and everything else. She lives for her Care of Magical Creatures class. Sasha's main redeeming quality is that she is drawn irresistibly to any sort of underdog. Sasha loves everyone she sees, without fail. She also has the strange ability of being able to remember events with exact detail.. not facts, as that would help her grades immensely, but events, feelings, smells, sounds.

Taking a closer look : Sasha drew a deep, strengthening breath. Her eyes closed, and slowly, carefully, as if handling an old piece of paper that is brittle and weakened by the gentle battering of time, she began to sift through her memories. She examined each with painstaking care, going over every detail her mind could recall. She remembered the day she had gotten her letter... she had cried with happiness, and also with sorrow. She knew that. She hadn't understood at the time why she was sad, thought now she realized it was because of the feeling -- the one she still got from time to time. The one she was getting now. It was the feeling of standing on the brink, on the very edge of something vast and dark, something completely unknown. It was the feeling that she would soon be stepping over that edge... the feeling that she would either fly, spreading her arms like a magnificent bird, lofty and splendid, or she would fall... drifting slowly down, a gradual descent into a place innominate and alien. It was the feeling of not knowing which.