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——— early life to now / backstory ——
—Though the writing is original, backstory format inspiration credits go to Aurora Lovecraft & Starlee Kennedy!
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Astrid Lenora Vivienne Fairisles was born to an English mother and a Canadian father in England’s capital city on March 21st. Her mother was raised in Cambridge, England; her father hails from Quebec, a Canadian province. She grew up in the Muggle world as an only child and a dual citizen, spending the first decade of her life traveling back and forth between Great Britain and Canada (her parents own properties in both countries). Due to this, she can speak French quite well.
Despite never staying in the same place for more than a few months, Astrid passed Muggle school with top marks. Her parents were quite proud of her and frequently bragged about their daughter to their siblings (Astrid’s aunts and uncles).
She received invitations from two schools of witchcraft and wizardry – Hogwarts and Ilvermorny. To some, this would be evident; Astrid spent time in both North America and Europe, so she obviously would get two acceptance letters. Oh, and a Hogwarts professor would show up at her front door, explaining everything. But to this seemingly normal eleven year old girl and her parents, this was an absolute shock. Astrid was, for the first time in her life, at a loss for what to do. She had no knowledge of either school, and her Muggle friends would be of no help. Being the supportive parents that they are, Astrid’s mother and father told her that they would understand if she chose to pursue a magical education, though they would prefer if she continued on with her Muggle education. Okay, that was a joke! Seriously, though, Astrid’s parents supported her decision of attending a wizarding school. The only problem now was where she would go: Hogwarts, in Scotland, or Ilvermorny, in Massachusetts?
Eventually, Astrid chose Hogwarts, but before that decision was made, quite a few debates between Mr. and Mrs. Fairisles took place. As one could imagine, Mrs. Fairisles (Astrid’s English mother) wanted her daughter to attend Hogwarts; it was closer to her home and her brother lived in Scotland’s capital. Mr. Fairisles (Astrid’s Canadian father), on the other hand, wanted his daughter to attend Ilvermorny; Massachusetts was closer to his home. Fortunately, these arguments usually took place in private, but when they took place at the dinner table, Astrid excused herself from the room. Her parents were very diplomatic in these situations, but it could sometimes be too much to handle. Astrid’s birthday is several months before the beginning of the school term (September), and she therefore had no shortage of time to sort things out.
One morning in June, Astrid’s mother declared that she found a Hogwarts alumna1 for Astrid to talk to on the phone.2 Apparently, one of her Muggle friends in London was married to a pure-blood who worked at the Ministry of Magic, and their daughter, Sadie Milbourne, was a Hogwarts graduate. Thankfully, since she was a half-blood, she knew how to properly use a phone. Astrid and Sadie talked for hours, with the latter telling the former all about the four houses, moving staircases, talking portraits, sky-like Great Hall ceiling, and of course, the magic taught by Hogwarts’ brilliant professors. After that exchange, Astrid was left in awe; she was eager to explore – and attend – the Scottish wizarding school.
August rolled around, and it was time for Astrid to buy her school supplies – in Diagon Alley. Being the independent girl that she is, Astrid assured her parents that she would be safe there. Before leaving her house, she told her parents to wait on Charing Cross Road for her in two hours. A Hogwarts professor (the same one that gave her her letter) acted somewhat like a tour guide; she ushered Astrid through the Leaky Cauldron and demonstrated how to enter Diagon Alley by tapping the bricks. After the doorway magically appeared, Astrid looked around in wonder at the bustling street full of Hogwarts students. She was then escorted to Gringotts, where she traded her Muggle money for Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. The Hogwarts professor (who never gave her name) apologetically told Astrid that she was to “oversee other matters at Hogwarts,” and scribbled some shop names down on Astrid’s supply list. Then she turned on her heel and was gone. Astrid wandered around the street for a bit, stopping by certain shops to buy whatever she needed. She spent more than ten minutes at Eeylops Owl Emporium choosing the right owl, who she named Autumn. (Autumn, a female tawny owl, has given Astrid special permission to call her Auty). Her personal favorite shop was Ollivanders.
On September 1st, Astrid woke up at six o’clock in her London home; she was giddy with excitement. Her parents dropped her (and her luggage) off at King’s Cross and left with the knowledge that their daughter would be writing to them twice a month. Astrid walked into the station to find Sadie Milbourne waiting for her. They embraced and the older girl explained that her mother and Astrid’s mother set this up to make sure that Astrid would be in the right hands. It was a whirlwind of a morning and soon Astrid found herself pushing her trolley, running towards the wall between Platforms 9 and 10, and landing on Platform 9 ¾. A puff of steam greeted her as she found herself facing the majestic train.
At eleven o’clock, Astrid stepped onto the train and found an empty compartment to sit in. She looked out the window and waved at Sadie, who smiled and gave her a thumbs up. The train started moving and Astrid looked just in time to see the platform disappear.
Soon, a witch with the snack trolley came by, and since Astrid’s parents gave her quite a bit of Muggle money (which she of course exchanged at Gringotts), she helped herself to almost everything. As she was just getting settled, a girl with light brown hair and caramel colored eyes popped her head into Astrid’s compartment and asked if she could sit here. Astrid nodded, grateful for someone to talk to. The girl introduced herself as Regan. They instantly bonded, and when Astrid asked her what house she hoped to be in, her face turned bitter and sad, and she didn’t answer. Astrid quickly switched topics, and Regan gave her a small, grateful smile.
The Hogwarts Express arrived at Hogwarts, and the first years were all talking amongst themselves, eager to enter the castle. They were led into the Great Hall and a professor explained that this was the Sorting Ceremony.
When it was Astrid’s turn to be Sorted, the Sorting Hat took quite some time deciding where to put her. From what Sadie had told her, Gryffindor was for the brave, Ravenclaw for the intelligent, Hufflepuff for the kind, and Slytherin for the ambitious. It finally came down to Ravenclaw and Slytherin, and after four minutes and fifty-seven seconds, the former was chosen and Astrid couldn’t be more proud.3
Astrid is currently a first year student who has immersed herself in the courses. She knows quite a few students at Hogwarts – you could call them acquaintances – but truly trusts a select few. You can usually find Astrid doing coursework (usually in the library, Ravenclaw common room, or her dormitory), walking across the grounds (or perhaps relaxing with her friends), or doing Prefect duties; the list could go on and on. Don’t worry – if you search the whole castle, you’re bound to run into her at some point!
1. An alumna is a female graduate.
2. Unfortunately, Astrid’s father didn’t find any Ilvermorny alumni, despite his vast number of Canadian and American contacts.
3. Regan was sorted into Slytherin.
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