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Augustine Attwood

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Augustine Dorothea Attwood

1 August, 1938

London, England


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Her parents were typical wizards - nice folks of halfblood heritage with steady jobs and respectable reputations.  Her father Octavian was a Ministry man, a member of the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee while her mother Cressida owned a Diagon Alley dress shop.  They did well enough for themselves, found a cozy flat in the wizarding quarter of London, and had one little girl named for the month of her birth and a grandmother.  It was a happy enough life. Even when the war came to Britain, and eventually wizarding London, they were content.

Augustine (called "Auggie," or sometimes "Dot" by her father) started life with a bawling screech, a cry her mother said must have been an announcement to the world to sit up and take notice - Augustine Dorothea Attwood had arrived. From the moment she was mobile, Auggie could always find something new to get into, from Mummy's sewing needles (they hurt!) to Daddy's work reports (they made a lovely ripping noise). She discovered books made good building blocks, and pots made wonderful drums, and when she was old enough she learned that if she stared at something long enough, it might even erupt in sparks.  Seeing evidence of their daughter's magical talent was a small relief to her parents; Octavian's brother was a Squib.

In the summer of 1943, however, just after Auggie's fifth birthday, life suddenly became a great deal more complicated. Following a freak accident on a camping holiday, Cressida and Octavian became far more overprotective of their little girl than they ever had been before. Augustine eventually recovered from her injuries but the difference in the atmosphere of their household was tangible. As the years passed, Auggie's adventurous spirit and curiosity often came into direct conflict with her parents' restrictions; her little rebellions continue to cause tensions.

By the time it came to begin her formal wizarding training, Auggie had found her own way of making adventure.  Now almost eleven, she ran errands for her mother's dress shop for pocket change, mostly delivering orders door to door and picking up sewing supplies.  A quick detour after a delivery didn't take much extra time, so she would often explore a new street in Diagon Alley on her way back to the shop. It didn't get her into trouble - usually. When she wasn't running errands, Cressida home tutored her in reading, writing, and arithmancy skills as well as some basic magical theory. While her parents seemed to be under the impression that Augustine would continue to be home educated, Auggie herself was hell bent on attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If she could just convince Mum and Dad that everything would be fine, that she could handle herself...

Convincing them to let her attend camp was the first step. It was a wizarding camp. Safe from any dangers, teeming with authority figures. And she'd come home periodically for visits. It took a great deal of convincing (and her best pout for her father) to crack the ice enough for her parents to agree to camp. And if she could handle camp, Auggie reasoned with them, then perhaps she could also handle Hogwarts.

Surprisingly, it was not her mother who protested this condition, but her father, and Auggie found herself a little betrayed. When it came to strictness, it had always been Mum with the chip on her shoulder. But this time, her mother softly placed her hand on her husband's shoulder while he spouted ultimatums. "Octavian," Cressida said quietly, "she will have to learn to manage sometime." And so, it was decided. No incidents at camp, then Hogwarts was her destination. But no incidents at all.

She could do that. Right?

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House Request:Leaving Auggie's fate to the Hat, no Slytherin please!

As inquisitive as she is determined, Augustine (called "Auggie") is the kind of independent little lady with a taste for exploration.  She loves new places and new faces and even though she might be a little (lot) to handle at first, she's got a heart of gold.

Of course, a bit of a nosy streak and her desire for simply knowing often gets her into hot water. People might not appreciate her getting in their business since she's eager to please and likes to "help." Despite her convincing confidence, Auggie actually harbors a lot of insecurities when it comes to her own self-worth and making friends; she'll try too hard to make people like her, and that can become irritating. That said, once you've convinced her that you really are her friend, she'll be loyal until the end.

With a head full of near-black curls and a winning grin, Auggie has an air of "cuteness." Her eyes are a clear shade of golden tawny that sparkle when she giggles -- which is often. Her mass of curls are often tied back with a ribbon or headband, simply to keep it out of her face, but she likes adding the pop of color to her otherwise grey school uniform.

She liked the garden. It was peaceful, quiet. Fewer people. Not much background noise to distract her and it was nice to just get away for a moment. She'd never been around so many children her age before, not to mention all of the ones older than she was. More disappointing, it seemed that everyone here knew someone already, either people they had been friends with for years or perhaps they were simply... charasmatic. She didn't mean to complain, but she wished she possessed that quality herself.

In any case, she had learned over the years of her young life that being alone sometimes was nothing to be afraid of, and in fact there was a part of her that preferred the solitude. It was just easier.

Reaching over, she picked a nearby daisy and held it between her fingers, examining the tiny flower as if it were the most fascinating thing on earth; almost instantly, the white petals shuddered and turned a vibrant, shocking shade of pink. Auggie giggled, and made to put it in her hair. She did love these charmed daisies. The gardens had such fun things--

A tremendous sneeze nearly scared her half to death and the flower dropped from her fingers, petals turning coblat blue on impact with the ground. Blinking, she turned her gaze on an older student bending and sticking his face halfway into the bushes. His nose was running and he looked fairly miserable. What was wrong with him? Was he sick?

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Auggie's eyes widened. Upper years were a bit terrifying, she decided.

"Um," she bit her lip. "Sorry. I mean, no?  I mean, what are you looking for?"

A pause.

"You are looking for something, right?"


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Dear Miss Attwood,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins 1 January. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.

Yours sincerely,

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It's been two years now you haven't even seen the best of me
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