Tiana Westford
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| Tiana Westford ⢠Retired Character | ||
| Full name | Tiana Westford | |
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| Born | 1925 | |
| Birthplace | South Africa | |
| Residence | Wales | |
| Nationality | Welsh | |
| Blood Status | Muggleborn | |
| Education | Blackhill Wood School of Magic | |
| Parents | Sophia Carr and Jeremy Westford | |
| Siblings | None | |
Biography
Born at Sunrise on the 14th April, 1961 to Muggles Sophia Carr and Jeremy Westford, on her familyâs estate on a large nature reserve in South Africa, Tiana Westford is a true âhome-bredâ girl, who spent her childhood years in primary education, and her free time helping her parentâs conservation efforts. Her life at her primary school was poor - she had always felt out of place amongst the other girls in class, who liked to wear skirts and lacy dresses in some shade of pink, and spent their lunch times talking about the boys they liked. Tiana could never wear pink - she was too clumsy, too grubby for such a feminine colour. She lived life in her trusted Khaki Shorts and a very loose fitting tee-shirt which once belonged to her father. Such outfits led to teasing, which only worsened the more Tiana felt alienated from her peers. Just before her tenth birthday, Tianaâs parents lost possession of the reserve due to bankruptcy - they had spent too much time battling the apartheid laws which plagued and divided South Africa, and not enough time drilling up tourism and funds for the reserve. The family were falsed to leave behind their beloved cause, and head back to their Welsh Roots. After that, the Westlocks moved in with the parents of Jeremy Westlock. There was now 5 people residing in that small two bedroom cottage - Tianaâs two living Grandparents, her parents, and Tiana. Tiana did not adjust well to live in Cardiff City. She was used to a more peripheral, relaxed lifestyle, and no matter how much she tried to make it home, the sound of near by traffic was never going to be as soothing to her as the sound of her own personal Serengeti. She suffered even worse at school here - she was teased for her odd, charity shop clothes and her strange, welsh influenced South African accent. She would often dream of life back home in Eastern Cape. At least there she had the animals to distract her. When she had originally received the letter of acceptence from Blackhill Wood School, she had hidden it under her mattress in floods of tears. Magic wasnât real. Everyone knew that. She thought it was a cruel joke planned by her school bullies, to emphasis to her how truly weird she is.
More letters arrived, and she stuffed them under her mattress in her make-shift bedroom, until she ran out space. Then she hid them in the cracks of the floor boards, the bottom of her toy box, ashamed to show them to her ever adoring parents or mention them to the bullies at school.
That was, until one day when she had forgotten to set her alarm to wake up and get the post before the other members of the household woke up. She had woken up naturally that day, at around 9:30AM - it was a Saturday, after all, and walked, yawning down the stairs into the small, grotty kitchen, where her parents and her Grandmother stood, beaming with pride, buzzing with enthusiasm, and holding piles of fresh blueberry pancakes, her parents rolling their eyes at her slightly senile Grandmother, who was claiming she was a witch too.
Tiana could see from the smiles that lit their faces that she couldnât let them down. How could she tell them that it was a lie, that it was a trick, when this was the first time she had seen her parents so much as look at each other since they came to Wales? Of course, they had simply been worrying about their daughter - to them, maybe this wonderful new world would be the place where Tiana finally fitted in, made some friends.
She played along, dressing up in her Sunday Best for the visit to Diagon Alley. Only then did she start to truly believe that she was heading somewhere new, away from Cardiff and out of that smelly, small, dingy house. Still wary, she began to imagine ... and wished that she would be better at waving a wand then she was at Mathematics.
She hadn't been much better. She struggled greatly to comprehend magic, and was average in one subject - Divination, and excelled in Care of Magical Creatures. She is applying to transfer to Hogwarts for the second year because she feels that Blackhill Wood is just too stiffling.
