Moira Artaith

Birthdate: October 23
Hometown: London
Hair color: auburn
Hair length: slightly past the shoulders
Eye color: brown

Parents: Vaughn and Blythe Artaith
Siblings: Sophia (9)

Personality: Cool and calm. Usually quiet, and when spoken to by a stranger her voice drops to an almost whisper. Prone to mention some muggle-related things, such as DVDs and podcasts. Quite perceptive to people's emotions. Loves to be left alone with her thoughts. Polite. Awfully curious. Easily flustered and apologizes a lot. Can be cold when angry, but would rather avoid confrontation.
Hobbies: Singing, songwriting, reading, and watching movies.
Wand: Redwood and dragon heartstrings, 8 inches

Biography:

All throughout her childhood Moira wanted to be a witch. She had dreams of flying on a broom, making love potions and all of the romantic notions of magic and fantasy. She was tired of her ordinary, eleven year old life. She sometimes wondered how exciting her life would be if she were to become a witch.

Imagine her surprise when she received her admission letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The family was eating a special dinner at her home; she had just been accepted to The Purcell School, a prestigious music school, and everybody was celebrating. They were all very proud of her; she was going to be a professional singer someday, just like her mother.

Her letter was delivered in a most peculiar way: an owl. The family fell into a stunned silence. Moira opened the envelope and read its contents. Her eyes widened from shock and disbelief. How could this be? She had only half-processed what she had just read. There was an unceasing turbulence in her mind that she couldn't think clearly. She, a witch? Truly someone had to be pulling an elaborate joke! Her rational mind wanted to reject all of what she read. But there was something in that letter that made her believe it was all true. She was a witch. She got accepted into a wizarding school. She was going to learn how to fly a broom and how to make potions.

Her parents, who also were curious, took hold of the letter when her face had a look of disbelief and bewilderment. They were speechless. The dinner ended suddenly that Moira and her sister were sent to their rooms. That night, Moira couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about Hogwarts. She was still in awe that being a witch was within reach. It was as if life was telling her to grab this chance.

The next day her parents acted as if there was no letter that arrived through an owl. She tried to bring up last night's incident but her parents dismissed it, and talked instead about her admission to Purcell. That infuriated her. She told them that she decided to go to Hogwarts, but that only made things worse. Their battle went on for a few days; mostly they were all not talking to each other. Finally, Moira spoke up.

"I'm going to Hogwarts, and you're not going to stop me. I know, there might not be a Hogwarts at all, but what have I got to lose? I'm only eleven, and there will be other chances for me to pursue singing, but…" Her voice had trailed off. She took a deep breath. "I've dreamed of becoming a witch since I was five. This is a once in a lifetime chance! Please don't spoil this for me. I promise, if this is all a big joke, then I'm willing to do whatever you want until I'm eighteen."

That declaration did not exactly work on the spot, but it definitely made an impression. A few more days later her parents consented to Moira's decision, provided that she be responsible for her choice. She was simply thrilled at their news. Finally she's in control of her life. And she promised to herself that she will never ever regret her that she chose Hogwarts.