Name : Scarlett Amelia Walsh
Gender : Female
Age : Eleven
Year : First year
House : Slytherin
Ethnicity : English
Hair/Eye Color : Scarlett's hair is a darker brown that appears black then brown with the slightest hint of red in it from her mother's side. Her eyes are what look like to be lagoon blue with specs of a light green here and there from her father's side.
Pet : Lucas, a smaller snow white owl with black and brown tail feathers, and a heart like shape in black feathers around his golden eyes and dark yellow beak.
Home Life : Scarlett is the oldest child that Damion and Elizibeth (Maidan name Denton) Walsh have had, and the last. Her mother had a few complications when giving birth to Scarlett, causing her mother no longer able to conceive. Despite this fact the new parents began raising the small girl. While growing up, Scarlett figured out they weren't the richest or luckiest family that she knew. This fact never did bug the young girl since she was content with everything she already had, even being a single child.
Damion Walsh: Age, Forty-three. Damion being only a half blood, has always been the one to stay home, and be what is known as a stay home father. Instead of "bringing home the bacon" as his father puts it. Excluding the fact that he was and is a stay home father, he was never really known for his sweet and loving personality, but his slightly harsher side. His love for the muggle world over powered his love for the wizarding world, and caused the reason Scarlett didn't know a single thing about the wizard world.
Elizibeth (Denton) Walsh: Age, Forty. Elizibeth is a muggle teacher despite her love for the wizarding world. She is the sweeter of the two parents, and was clear whenever Scarlett was in trouble or anything along those lines. When Damion desided to keep the other half of Scarlett's life from her, Elizibeth was clearly upset by the choice but simply went along with it for the better of the family. That is until Scarlett was ten, and figured it would be best to let her know before and if the letter from Hogwarts showed up for her little baby.
Scarlett Amelia Walsh: Age, Eleven. Scarlett was born a healthy baby, but left her mother with issues so she couldn't conceive any more. This left her an only child and yet she was oddly alright with it. Her life was as normal as could be except for her stay home dad, but this didn't bother her much since she grew up use to it. When her mother told her only a year ago about the wizarding world, the natural instinct to think her mother was messing with her despite her gullible attitude. Seeing as everytime her mother brought it up when she was sad, and was getting quite serious about it. Scarlett began to listen more intently about the stories her mother bothered to share with her, and began learning more and more about the world her own parents had kept from her.
Diving deeper :
Personality: Clearly not a type of girl usually found in Slytherin house, Scarlett is a bubbly, out-going, artistic, and yet a very gullible girl. Due to her out-going personality she trusts almost anyone that comes into her life, and never seems surprised when betrayed or something equally bad happens. When around those she knows she can trust, or completely alone Scarlett has a tendicy to let her more artistic side free which is pretty easy to see in her many drawings and paintings posted around her room and in her notebook. Though this hyper active girl seems to melt when someone else is hurt emotionally or physically, or herself as well though physically seemed hardly important to her. A slightly darker side of Scarlett seems to take place of her usual sweet self, which she had inharited from her father.
Likes: Scarlett has a complete love for any thing that is artistic in any kind of way. Drawing, painting, singing, dancing, everything along those lines. What she truely loves is bright and sunny days, and being outdoors on such days and being around nature in general to capture it's peacefullness in her drawings, and paintings.
Dislikes: Scarlett despises anything gloomy. When coming upon a sad person she gets a sudden sad feeling inside, but trys her best to make the person happy. Something she hates even more then gloomy people and things is storms of any type. Thunder storms, hail storms, the works. They all put Scarlett into a depressed and frighten mood, and don't help her that much either.
Fears: Scarlett doesn't have a fear of spiders or bugs of any type, or anything that would be though to be a girls fear. Ever since she was little Scarlett has had a horrible fear of thunderstorms. The crackling, the bright flashing, heavy down pours, everything about it frightens her to death. Even when the clouds are slightly grey, Scarlett begins to worry about the fact that it could possibly be a storm.
Taking a closer look :
Clinging tightly to a unicorn plush, Scarlett listened as her mother walked up the stairs, and knocked lightly on her door. Scarlett didn't bother wasting her breath, her mother was more then aware she was welcome into her room. Her mother, more of a gentle woman then harsh enjoyed sharing the secretive world and it's many wonders with her child. Looking at a newer picture her daughter had pinned up, her mother got a clever idea. "You know all your drawings, and your little unicorn doll?" her mother questioned in a gentle tone, and smiled warmly to the young child. Scarlett nodded her head violently, causing her long dark hair to become a mess, and squeezed the the plush even tighter then before. Her mother laughed a musical laugh that Scarlett envyed ever since she could talk, and brushed strands of dark brunette hair from her babies face before taking a seat on the bed.. "Well, They aren't just fake little stories like everyone believes." she replied to the violent head shaking, and slipped the unicorn plush from her daughter's ever tighten grip on it. "Griffins, centaurs, dragons, every type of mythological creature you can think of is real." Scarlett couldn't help but gawk with wide eyes at this fact, she couldn't believe it even with the many other stories her mother had told her and her gullible personality. Her widen eyes moved from her brightly smiling mother to the many drawings of creatures she had learned about from books, and to the unicorn plush she had adored for many years now. They were all real. She turned back to her mother with a gasp, and almost tackled her mother off her bed with a large hug. "I can't beleive it." the young girl finally mumbled under her breath.
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