Biography of Adreanna Amelia Ashton
Original Work of amanda.faith
Status: Biography for role play application/Brief History of Adreanna Amelia Ashton
General Facts:
Character Name: Adreanna Amelia Ashton
Name meaning (If applicable): NA
House: Slytherin or any other you feel suitable.
Year: 5th, 4th
Physical Appearance:
Hair: Blonde. Currently slightly below shoulder length
Eyes: Generally green.
Height: five foot four
Build: Small build, slightly narrow shoulders
Noteable marks or scars: none
Complexion/Skin tone: tanned
Family Facts
Country of Origin: England
Date of Birth: 14 July 1924.
Siblings: Jaqueline Alexandra Ashton, 19. Christopher Clayton Ashton, 21.
Parents: Alexander Joshia Ashton, 47, England. Ellis Kathleen Lawrence, 43, England.
Financial Status: slightly above Middle class - hidden fortune
Beyond the Shallow
Strengths: Independent, Socialble when desired, councellor if afflicted is a close friend, loyal.
Weaknesses/Faults: Not very trusting (especially of strangers), fiery temper at times, low tolerance for immaturity, low patience most of the time, defensive.
Hobbies: Watching clouds, gazing at stars, swimming.
Best Subject: Divinity
Worst Subject: Transfiguration
Character History
Biography:
14th July 1924, the cries of Ellis Kathleen Ashton drifted from the master bedroom. A mid wife had been called and everyone held their breath, waiting for the birth of the third Ashton child. The young master Christopher Ashton and his sister Jacqueline Ashton had been cleared off to the nursery by their nanny to wait.
Twelve hours after the first labour pains began, the tiny cry of a baby drew everyone who had been patiently waiting out the hours into the room.
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"It's a girl Mr Ashton." the messenger reported to the man by the fire place who had only recently reached his early thirties.
"Thank you Jeremy, you may go now." Alexander Joshia Ashton dismissed the man with a curt nod and a small smile. "Oh and Jeremy," He added to the retreating messenger. "You might like to keep you know what a secret."
"Very good sir." Jeremy smiled. It wasn't easy to act the family friend all the time especially in the presence of his master even though he had been ordered to do so, but he did a reasonable good job. He knew his master was one who believed in independence and did not want his decendents to depend too much on what he kept hidden and locked away in various banks in the muggle and wizard worlds. As quietly as he had arrived, the messenger left for the master bed room to play his assumed role again.
Alexander Ashton smiled to himself for a moment as he returned his gaze to the tarot cards he had drawn for his child and the vision he had read on the crystal ball. He had known it would be a girl even before this. She would be like him in a sense that she would have the same foresight. But it would be a while before she would be able to use her gift well. Perhaps a few earlier experiences would be slightly frightening to her but still she would know her place in time and he had no intention of stepping in when that happened. Like the Ashtons before her, she had inherited their talent for divinity and she would learn the ropes herself.
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Nine year old Adreanna Ashton lay sprawled on the hill close to her home. Beside her lay an open portfolio filled with sketches of the little creatures that dwelled in the nearby trees as well as pictures of faeries she designed using her imagination for those shy creatures never stayed still long enough for her to have a good look of them. Bright green eyes starred dreamily at the sky above her, watching the passing clouds. Looking at the cotton like bodies defying gravity made her think of something she had read in a muggle book entitled Pilgrim's Progress. She wasn't one much for religion, but the book had said something about cloud castles, and that was what the volumous cotton candy clouds looked like to her now. Castles from a dream.
Castles... Adreanna drifted off into another of her day dreams, sighing softly to herself as she envisioned the cloud castle in her mind, moulding it into her sub conscious memory to dream about later on. Quite suddenly the clouds turned into a dark grey hue, like that of stone before solidifying into a real castle under the light of the moon surrounded by an enourmous body of water. From a bird's eye view she saw a group of people dressed in black robes like those Papa wore sometimes when he was not going anywhere that had muggles or to some convention by the Ministry of Magic.Thegroup she saw now looked a lot like those at the Ministry, only these people were smaller in build, like, children... There was a familiar blonde figure not too far away down below her. When she moved closer she saw... herself.
Adreanna sat up in a shock. It was not the first time she had seen snippets of that place nor of herself. The first time she started seeing visions of that castle was when she was five. Where was that place anyway? Why did she always see herself there? And there were always a few faces she would see repeatedly in the same location as her envisioned persona. Perhaps when she was older it would all mean something to her.
She remembered there was once, before her sixth birthday she had been running along the hallway to the dining room and stopped to look into a mirror that hung halfway down the passage. As soon as her gaze shifted onto a nearby vase, she remembered feeling as if she was wretched into another world and saw herself in the study with her father who was telling her how he would be leaving for two weeks to another part of the world after her birthday but he would try and make it up to her when she returned. Baffled by what it meant, she had dismissed it from her mind. A week later Adreaanna slipped into the study just in time for her father to break the news to her.
"I'll be going away for..." Alexander Ashton started as he looked up from a letter he had just recieved.
"Two weeks. I know Papa, you told me." Adreanna spoke up from her corner, her arms wrapped around one of her grey and white kittens, one hand running through their striped fur.
Her father looked at her in surprise for a moment before a look of recollection appeared on his face that was soon replaced by a smile.
"Are you sure now my darling? I already told you?" He inquired, tactfully putting the letter aside among his other papers to look as if he had just been looking through his work. Patting his lap he gestured for his daughter to come to him.
An angelic smile formed on Adreanna's face as she ran up to her father and allowed herself to be lifted onto his lap. "Yes Papa, you told me last week."
Thirty eight year old Alexander Ashton smiled. His prophecy had not been wrong.
Adreanna sighed, things had changed since then. After those two weeks her father had returned sterner than before and a lot more irritable. He had his happy moments when he would allow her to sit with him in the study, but only if she was quiet and did not bother him. He was receptive to her questions but he often left her to find the answers out for herself after a hint or two. True she had learnt how to manage on her own but she prefered it if she could have the same loving, doting father back again. Adreanna swore she would one day prove herself good enough for her father to give her even a minute of his attention.
The distant striking sound of the clock tower bells told her it would soon be time for supper and she would have to get home soon. The girl glanced behind her should breifly, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she cast a last look at the sky behind her and let out another sigh, she would be back again tomorrow afternoon.
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The castle of her childhood dreams on the hill had turned out to be the castle of Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the group of children stepping out of boats first year students after crossing the great lake that surrounded the castle. Adreanna remembered how it had all seemed as if it was happening again for the second time, only she was now among the people and not watching someone from above. That had been quite a few years ago already and it wouldn't be long before she would be among those who had to take their OWLs to be sorted accordingly to those who retained and those who were promoted to their sixth year.
Time had a strange way of flying when she was in school. She dreaded every summer when they were all forced to return to their homes. At least she was something in school, at home, she was nothing but the youngest child. Unlike what everyone else had said about her being fortunate, her life had been quite the contrary. No matter what she did to grasp their attention, it never seemed to succeed and there was nothing she feared to try. She had tried just about everything she could think of. She remembered scoring full marks for her exams in her first year but that had hardly gotten anything more than a "Good job." from her parents. She tried the reverse in her second year and failed subject after subject. The only thing she had gotten was a highly disappointed glance. A glance. That was all she got. If they had bothered even to lift a finger to strike her she would have treasured the moment, but she had receieved only one, fleeting, glance.
She tasted salt as silent tears treakled down her cheek. As she brushed them away with the back of her robe sleeve, Adreanna shut the journal she had been attempting to write. Sometimes she wondered why she bothered. Was anything that happened in her life worth recording anyway? Without another thought she flung the book as far as she could manage over the low wall that stopped her from falling off the castle rooftop.
