Alice Williamson

General Information

Full Name: Alice Tabitha Williamson
Nicknames: Whatever you come up with
Age: 16
Date of Birth: March 2nd
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
House: Gryffindor
Year: 7th Year
Blood Status:
Play by: Zoey Deschanel

Appearance

Hair Color: Dark Brown, almost black
Eye Color: Light blue
Height: 5'3 (Not a legal midget, thank you very much)
Body Type: Slim
Distinguishing Markings: Crescent shaped birthmark on stomach
Dress Style: Fun and quirky

Personal Description

Quirks: Loud, Outgoing, Very friendly, Flirty, Different, Sarcastic
Likes: Falling in love, Pineapple, Qudditch, Honeydukes, Reading, Muggle Rock Music, Herbology (favorite subject), Flowers, Frank Longbottom, Being friends with everyone
Dislikes: Liars, Cheaters, Slytherins, Potions, Bullies, Losing, Death Eaters, Watermelon
Strengths: Herbology, School in general, Being there for people, Loyal, Dueling, Baking, Brave, Witty
Weaknesses: Wears her heart on her sleeve, Manages to get into trouble easily, Doesn't know when to stop, Sometimes too loyal, Temper, Sometimes too sarcastic

Personal Information

Family:
Mother- Katelynn Williamson nee Stanton (Pureblood)
Father- David Williamson (Half-blood)

Personal History: Alice Williamson was born on March 2nd at 7:11 in the morning in Edinburgh, Scotland. Alice was always a very bubbly and cheerful child. She enjoyed being the center of attention and making people laugh. Alice was never one to hurt another person, unless she had a really good reason to. She enjoyed doing the traditional things girls like to do; dress up, singing, dancing, and acting like an overall goofball. There was never a dull moment in her household, as Alice was a very quirky child with a unique way of seeing the world. She was very fantastical, and enjoyed spending her days in heaps of flowers.
Her family's flat was above her mother's flower shop. That meant that Alice had a growing affection for the brightly colored plants. She would spend days taking care of flowers, learning about flowers, and just being around flowers. It would lift her mood and she would just dance around. No one really understood how she had fun doing that.
Alice was often called ditzy by her father, as she could be seen as that. But, when it comes down to it, Alice did well in school and knew right from wrong. She was very friendly, and not many people disliked her. And, when she needed to be, she could be very serious. But, most of the time, she was bubbly and just a goofball.

Pets: None
Wand: (to be added once you get one)

RP how you got your letter:

Alice sat in her room, her legs tucked under her as she gently tugged off the petals from the white lily she was holding. "He will love me," Alice murmured, "He will love me not." Though Alice was only a eleven, she felt excited when she thought of the day she would fall in love. It would be with a guy who was funny, sweet, and attractive. Though, attractive was low on the list. She just wanted someone to care about her.

Looking out her window, Alice's eyebrows knitted together when she saw an owl flying toward her family's flat. Looking at what it was holding, Alice's lips formed a shocked o.

"MUMMY!" Alice screamed, throwing herself off the bed. "IT'S HERE! BLOODY HELL IT HERE!" Alice yelled as she ran down the hall to the shop where her mother and father would be. "MUMMY! DADDY! IT'S HERE! I'M GOING TO EXPLODE! IT'S HE--"

Alice ran straight into her mother, causing both of them to lose their footing and fall to the ground. "Yes Alice, I know." Her mother said with a light giggle. "Your father is getting it now dear."

Her mother grabbed Alice's hand, pulling her up to her feet. "You really need to watch where you're going," Her mother warned, ruffling Alice's short hair. "You might get yourself hurt!"

Alice shrugged it off, "Oh well," She said in a chipper voice. "I'll be fine mother. I'm just a bit--"

"Ditzy?" Her father's joking voice said from the front of the shop.

Alice glared playfully, "Daddy!" She whined, running over to him. "Stop being a git and give me my letter."

"Be polite," he warned sternly, before smiling again. He handed Alice the letter, laughing when the looked of amazement crossed over her face.

Alice pressed the envelope to her face with a content sigh. "This is better than Christmas and ice cream." Alice pulled it away and looked at it. "This is so amazing I might scream."

And she did.