Giorgia Whitehorn

Backstory

Born on September 10th, somewhere in the year of the 2000s, to two still-unknow magical parents, she was adopted by a family of muggles after being abandoned on a curb. Abandoned, with a simple note...

'If a mother must always know what is best for her child, then I am not a mother. Or perhaps not a good one, for either way I am to leave her in your care - if she even survives the night. All I ask is that you keep her name the same...Giorgia Whitehorn.

I'm sorry.'

Well, not much to go off on who her parents might've been, right? No worries, though, for the Muggles that took her in were caring...enough. And yes, they were muggles,  but muggles who coincidentally had a few drops of magic inside of their blood, yet nowhere near enough for them to associate themselves with it...quite the contrarary, actually. 

So, since a young age, her magic could not be ignored - perhaps like the hum of a never-ending record player. Constantly on, constantly playing...it is a wonder how her accidental magic outbursts didn't burn down her entire house - neighbourhood perhaps! And, try as they might, her parents could not hide this part of her. No exorcism, no threat, no anything would ever get here magic to subdue. Although, of course, how were they to know that? They believed that magic was unpure, that it tarnished their family name! 

But of course, the dreaded-yet-needed day of Giorgia's 11th birthday arrived, bringing with it a delicate, pretty, letter...from Hogwarts. 

Words cannot describe the reaction her adopted family had, for it went from that of relief, to despair, to anger and disgust, and back to relief again. On one hand, they "no longer had to deal with her devilish curse", they said. On the other hand, they'd "miss their perfect, smart daughter". 

Giorgia could not wait to get out. 

Do not get her morals wrong, she loved her adoptive family dearly...but did she love the part of them that resented her magic? Could she ever love such a thing? No, perhaps she couldn't. 

And, in those final days leading up to her leaving day, she spun her life around. No more would she be afraid of herself, of what she is and what she stands for. No more would she resent her magic. No more would she attempt to "pray it all away". This was her life, she would get to choose how to live it - even if it meant leaving those that tried their hardest to raise her when others refused. 

Perhaps her mother made a good choice when leaving her.