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charlotte linley littleCANON OR ORIGINAL: original
AGE: seventeen
FACE CLAIM: haley bennett
YEAR: seventh
HOUSE: gryffindor
OCCUPATION: none
BLOOD TYPE: half-blood
WAND TYPE: 9", dragon heartstring, cherry
PETS: none
ABILITIES: none
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LIKES: fresh ink and quills; white flowers; a neatly set out workspace; tea; calligraphy; astronomy; intelligent conversations; new journals; puzzles
DISLIKES: being corrected; tardiness; disappointment; untidiness; having to cross out words in essays; care of magical creatures
BIGGEST FEAR:having her OCD come back with a vengeance and corrupt her dreams of being a healer
PERSONALITY: hard worker; organised; clever; driven; easily flustered; follows the rules; competitive; teasing; sarcastic; considerate; tidy
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MOTHER: dorsey little [halfblood] paediatric matron at st. mungos hospital
FATHER: walter little [muggleborn] knight bus driver
SIBLINGS: none
HISTORY: Dorsey Little had always dreamed of having a baby. Coming from a large family herself; she would go on and on to Walter how she just needed to have dozens of little sprockets running around. Of course, with them being only in their late teens at the time, starting a family wasn't the most convenient thing to do. So like any young responsible adult, the two lovebirds found themselves jobs; Walter taking the offer of Knight Bus conductor at the age of nineteen and Dorsey falling into an admin role within a small wizarding clinic located not too far from where they lived. Life was pretty simple, and the two managed to earn enough money to move out under the feet of Dorsey's parents and into an apartment in greater London. Time grew on and took its toll - Walter had moved his way up to Knight Bus driver and Dorsey wriggled her way past the likes of old, experienced women to the title of Matron at a little orphanage. The job suited her just fine; for the woman adored children and was still trying for one of her own. And finally; her dream came true.
Charlotte Linley Little was born a day before Valentines day, the 13th of February. While Dorsey was overjoyed at her beautiful girl, her birth had been no easy journey. Throughout her pregancy, Dorsey had a lot of trouble and almost came close to losing Charlotte entirely. In order to save them both; Dorsey was not able to have a natural birth which she had wanted, but knew it was for the best. Walter felt his heart break a little the day the mediwizard's informed the couple that due to the complications, Dorsey would not be able to have children again without strongly putting herself and any future baby at risk. Overtime, the sadness of the news gradually began to ebb away with every day that Charlotte grew. Dorsey and Walter took equal care of Charlotte, treating her as precious and wonderful - the greatest gift to them both. Love poured from their hearts into the young girl, swearing no harm would ever come to her.
As she grew up, Charlotte attended her mothers work place at the orphanage, so that she would have company of children her own age. One night when Walter tucked little Charlotte into bed, she asked her father if she could have a little brother or sister one day so she could look after them like her mummy looked after little lonely boys and girls at the orphanage. With great sorrow in his eyes, he explained to Charlotte as well as he could that mummy could not have any more babies. If you were to ask Walter Little what his little girl said to him that night, he would smile and recite the words with ease; "Don't worry. I'll be all you and mummy need. I'll be my own little sister...and brother... I can be Chuck!" The nickname she gave herself seemed to stick from that day on; for Charlotte was indeed quite the tomboy.
Chuck was six years old when the Little family moved out from the city and into a quaint little house in outer London. The Little rascal loved the open garden they had which stretched out towards a great thickets of trees. She complained for days when Walter put up a wooden fence that restricted access to the great oaks so all she could see were the high green tops of the trees she so determined to climb. They had been living in the house for just two months when Chuck finally got her way and snuck through a small gap in the fence. Huge wooden limbs hung like arms just waiting to embrace the young girl. With a joyful spirit, Charlotte began clambering up, ignorant of how high she was going and the steady drop below. The further she went, the more scrapes and bark markings she began to get on her arms and legs - but she was having far too much fun to stop now. So much fun that she missed her footing and fell right through the low branches and onto the ground with a thud.
It wasn't pain that caused Chuck to catch her breath but the sudden shock, heart thumping in her chest when she realised she couldn't move. Instead of onto hard ground as she had expected to, Chuck had landed in thick mud that seemed to pull her in every time she tried to move. She was barely there for a minute when her father ran out to rescue her, bundling up the petite figure in his arms as she wept and wept. Chuck could feel it; the heavy liquid that clung into her hair and ears, making her head feel so heavy her neck aches. The scratches on her arms began to sting when the mud was washed off and cleaned by her mother and no matter how many times it was washed that night; Dorsey couldn't manage to calm Charlotte into seeing that all the mud was gone from her hair. Nightmares of being surrounded in thick mud and being haunted by the sensation of not being able to move plagued Chuck for months after. Her tomboy streak began to diminish and although she still liked being called Chuck, refrained from her boisterous behaviour.
Since that event, she had never quite been the same. She requested to her mother that her hair be cut short, however didn't like it at all when the unruly blond curls she used to have turned much darker, almost brunette. All desire to be out playing with mud vanished, and even the slightest bit of dirt on her hands caused her to run to the bathroom to wash it off. Other quirks began to develop too - for she despised it if the peas on her plate rolled around, and tended to double check everything by tapping it twice. Dorsey was the first to see this, and established that Chuck had a mild case of obsessive compulsive disorder. Even though she was so young, Charlotte made an effort to be a lot more careful from then on. A new love was discovered when she picked up a quill for the first time, for she realized she could create beautiful neat lines from the ink. Chuck was proud of her handwriting skills and would write nonsense about all sorts in the journey she kept - many pages filled with her 'abc' and paragraphs copied from books she found around the house in different fonts. This only changed when she turned seven years old, and her life had begun to change - for Chuck Little was about to get a new member of the family; somewhat of a brother in fact.
Chuck always knew of the little boy that lived next door, but after her accident refrained much from going into her garden now. If one was to read her journal they would be able to distinguish that she was very curious about him, uncertain as to whether they could be friends - but most certainly excited to have someone else her age around. There was something about him she couldn't quite place. Sometimes she would hear her mother and father talk to him in the spare room he was staying in, but knew well enough not to eavesdrop. It was the first night Alphonse stayed over that both Dorsey and Walter explained to Charlotte that he would be staying with them from now on. A few years passed and the two children developed a friendship.
Fast forward to the year in which Chuck was to start her first year at Hogwarts. The young girl was full of so much excitement to begin her time of education, for all those years re-writing passages from her parents old school text books into her neatly kept little journals prepared Chuck for the next seven years of hectic assignments and late night reading. One may have assumed that Ravenclaw would have suited Charlotte, but the determination and nerve she was yet to show would prove Gryffindor was indeed the place she belonged. Her first few years passed with little communication to her school mates. Charlotte would spend her spare time cooped up in the common room or library doing her homework, for pleasure more and delight of the subjects more than anything. If there was something more she could do to earn a better grade, Chuck would do it.
Even at the tender age of 11 to 13, Chuck had a strong opinion and driven nature that lead her to speak up in class whether knew the answer or not. For a while this caused a lot of rather nasty comments thrown her way for being a know-it-all, though as she grew older plucked up the courage to respond with clever retorts. Confidence in herself gradually blossomed and overtime, her obsessive-compulsive disorder was pushed to the background - but rears its head whenever she lets her guard down. By her fifth year, Charlotte applied for the prefect post but much to her bitter dismay was turned down which is something she is touchy about even to this day. During the summer holidays of fifth and sixth year, Charlotte took to volunteering at St Mungo's hospital; where her mother moved jobs to in the paediatric department. It was then that her knack for medicine began to show, and her desire to become a healer developed. Now, in her seventh and final year, Chuck proceeds with utter determination to succeed in life and is in no mood or state of mind to have any distractions. Then again, who is to say history won't repeat itself - before she reaches the top without taking a second to look around; Chuck may well end up falling again, but in a very different way from before.
Charlotte Linley Little was born a day before Valentines day, the 13th of February. While Dorsey was overjoyed at her beautiful girl, her birth had been no easy journey. Throughout her pregancy, Dorsey had a lot of trouble and almost came close to losing Charlotte entirely. In order to save them both; Dorsey was not able to have a natural birth which she had wanted, but knew it was for the best. Walter felt his heart break a little the day the mediwizard's informed the couple that due to the complications, Dorsey would not be able to have children again without strongly putting herself and any future baby at risk. Overtime, the sadness of the news gradually began to ebb away with every day that Charlotte grew. Dorsey and Walter took equal care of Charlotte, treating her as precious and wonderful - the greatest gift to them both. Love poured from their hearts into the young girl, swearing no harm would ever come to her.
As she grew up, Charlotte attended her mothers work place at the orphanage, so that she would have company of children her own age. One night when Walter tucked little Charlotte into bed, she asked her father if she could have a little brother or sister one day so she could look after them like her mummy looked after little lonely boys and girls at the orphanage. With great sorrow in his eyes, he explained to Charlotte as well as he could that mummy could not have any more babies. If you were to ask Walter Little what his little girl said to him that night, he would smile and recite the words with ease; "Don't worry. I'll be all you and mummy need. I'll be my own little sister...and brother... I can be Chuck!" The nickname she gave herself seemed to stick from that day on; for Charlotte was indeed quite the tomboy.
Chuck was six years old when the Little family moved out from the city and into a quaint little house in outer London. The Little rascal loved the open garden they had which stretched out towards a great thickets of trees. She complained for days when Walter put up a wooden fence that restricted access to the great oaks so all she could see were the high green tops of the trees she so determined to climb. They had been living in the house for just two months when Chuck finally got her way and snuck through a small gap in the fence. Huge wooden limbs hung like arms just waiting to embrace the young girl. With a joyful spirit, Charlotte began clambering up, ignorant of how high she was going and the steady drop below. The further she went, the more scrapes and bark markings she began to get on her arms and legs - but she was having far too much fun to stop now. So much fun that she missed her footing and fell right through the low branches and onto the ground with a thud.
It wasn't pain that caused Chuck to catch her breath but the sudden shock, heart thumping in her chest when she realised she couldn't move. Instead of onto hard ground as she had expected to, Chuck had landed in thick mud that seemed to pull her in every time she tried to move. She was barely there for a minute when her father ran out to rescue her, bundling up the petite figure in his arms as she wept and wept. Chuck could feel it; the heavy liquid that clung into her hair and ears, making her head feel so heavy her neck aches. The scratches on her arms began to sting when the mud was washed off and cleaned by her mother and no matter how many times it was washed that night; Dorsey couldn't manage to calm Charlotte into seeing that all the mud was gone from her hair. Nightmares of being surrounded in thick mud and being haunted by the sensation of not being able to move plagued Chuck for months after. Her tomboy streak began to diminish and although she still liked being called Chuck, refrained from her boisterous behaviour.
Since that event, she had never quite been the same. She requested to her mother that her hair be cut short, however didn't like it at all when the unruly blond curls she used to have turned much darker, almost brunette. All desire to be out playing with mud vanished, and even the slightest bit of dirt on her hands caused her to run to the bathroom to wash it off. Other quirks began to develop too - for she despised it if the peas on her plate rolled around, and tended to double check everything by tapping it twice. Dorsey was the first to see this, and established that Chuck had a mild case of obsessive compulsive disorder. Even though she was so young, Charlotte made an effort to be a lot more careful from then on. A new love was discovered when she picked up a quill for the first time, for she realized she could create beautiful neat lines from the ink. Chuck was proud of her handwriting skills and would write nonsense about all sorts in the journey she kept - many pages filled with her 'abc' and paragraphs copied from books she found around the house in different fonts. This only changed when she turned seven years old, and her life had begun to change - for Chuck Little was about to get a new member of the family; somewhat of a brother in fact.
Chuck always knew of the little boy that lived next door, but after her accident refrained much from going into her garden now. If one was to read her journal they would be able to distinguish that she was very curious about him, uncertain as to whether they could be friends - but most certainly excited to have someone else her age around. There was something about him she couldn't quite place. Sometimes she would hear her mother and father talk to him in the spare room he was staying in, but knew well enough not to eavesdrop. It was the first night Alphonse stayed over that both Dorsey and Walter explained to Charlotte that he would be staying with them from now on. A few years passed and the two children developed a friendship.
Fast forward to the year in which Chuck was to start her first year at Hogwarts. The young girl was full of so much excitement to begin her time of education, for all those years re-writing passages from her parents old school text books into her neatly kept little journals prepared Chuck for the next seven years of hectic assignments and late night reading. One may have assumed that Ravenclaw would have suited Charlotte, but the determination and nerve she was yet to show would prove Gryffindor was indeed the place she belonged. Her first few years passed with little communication to her school mates. Charlotte would spend her spare time cooped up in the common room or library doing her homework, for pleasure more and delight of the subjects more than anything. If there was something more she could do to earn a better grade, Chuck would do it.
Even at the tender age of 11 to 13, Chuck had a strong opinion and driven nature that lead her to speak up in class whether knew the answer or not. For a while this caused a lot of rather nasty comments thrown her way for being a know-it-all, though as she grew older plucked up the courage to respond with clever retorts. Confidence in herself gradually blossomed and overtime, her obsessive-compulsive disorder was pushed to the background - but rears its head whenever she lets her guard down. By her fifth year, Charlotte applied for the prefect post but much to her bitter dismay was turned down which is something she is touchy about even to this day. During the summer holidays of fifth and sixth year, Charlotte took to volunteering at St Mungo's hospital; where her mother moved jobs to in the paediatric department. It was then that her knack for medicine began to show, and her desire to become a healer developed. Now, in her seventh and final year, Chuck proceeds with utter determination to succeed in life and is in no mood or state of mind to have any distractions. Then again, who is to say history won't repeat itself - before she reaches the top without taking a second to look around; Chuck may well end up falling again, but in a very different way from before.
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