Naomi Selwyn

Backstory

Facts

Name: Naomi Emersyn Selwyn

Age: 11

Birthday: October 24th, 2009

House: Ravenclaw

Blood Type: Pure

Nationality: British

Pets: Tabby Kitten; Emma

Early Life

Naomi was born into a Pure - Blood Wizarding Family, on October 24. She had a sibling, Elektra. Her smooth, silky strawberry blonde hair (wavy and slightly curled at the tips) was always tied into a messy yet elegant bride’s bun, her signature hairstyle, with sapphire orbs and high, hollow cheekbones. She always smelt, distinctively, of cinnamon.

The Hogwarts Letter

Let's fast forward a few years, to the year 2022, when Naomi had turned eleven. Anytime today, she would be expecting her Hogwarts letter! This was perfect timing. Suddenly, a barn owl stormed into the house through the chimney, smashing into the window, a letter clasped in its beak. Tauriel rushed to the owl, stroked its fluffy gray head, and scanned the envelope with her stoic eyes quickly. She ripped it open, and in there, sat, her Hogwarts acceptance letter. "Mother!" she cried, hurrying into her parents' room. "Mother! Father! I was accepted." They would be going to Diagon Alley first thing tomorrow. 

King's Cross

Walking into King's Cross Station, a small swarm of people met Naomi's eye. They were all talking hurriedly about something called Muggles - Muggles? They were wizards! Tauriel quickly ran to them, and said, "Do you want to board the Hogwarts Express together? Are you a first year too?" The pretty girl to the left of her nodded, and they set off together, chit-chatting about the books, clothes, and items they bought in Diagon Alley.

The Sorting Ceremony

Walking into the Great Hall was sure a privilege. Tauriel, Eileen, and Adrian all gasped at the different sights they saw, and all wowed when a crowd of ghosts hurried in to watch the first years being sorted. "Naomi Selwyn?" Professor Oshiro called. Naomi walked up to the Sorting Hat and jammed it on her head, eager to see what house lie before her. She hoped it would be Ravenclaw, that was what her entire ancestry's house was. Sure enough, one second later, the hat shouted, "Ravenclaw!" Running to the Ravenclaw table, she prayed that Adrian and Eileen would also be sorted into her house. And luckily, about ten minutes later, everyone was sorted, and she was able to sit close together with Ava Whitewood. Her Hogwarts life was soon to become true history. 

The End