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HOGWARTS MATRON
Antonia Conniford
THE RECORDS BIRTH DATE: 4th September, 1975FORMER HOUSE: Ravenclaw, BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood, ABILITIES: Healer, Apparate. WAND: Unicorn hair, Rosewood, springy, 11 and a half inches. FAMILY: Ava Conniford (Mother, deceased) James Conniford (Father, Muggle) Sarah Conniford. (Step-Mother, Muggle) The Memoirs of a Healer As I write my memoirs from my tiny office, I pause to listen to the sounds that echo from the hospital wing. All is quiet apart from the odd cry from one of the pupils, who is often pained with terrible nightmares. I have given him a calming draught and expect it will ease him into a dreamless sleep soon... I can relate to my patients ailment, I was four years old when I started with night terrors. My dreams were so vivd and real that I was often confused about whether they had actually happened or not. I would scream until my father chased away the monsters my vivid imaginaion cooked up. I eventually grew out of the dreams as children do, but I never forgot the overwhelming terror that would grip me. My mother was a witch and my father a muggle, from what I understand it was difficult for them in the beginning when she finally explained about herself. After a turbulent two years they finally married and nine months later I came along. My mother wondered if I would have magical powers, but she told me the moment she first held me in her arms she knew I was magical. I never believed her, but it was a nice story she told me. She told the most wonderful stories. My favourite where the tales of The Beedle Bard and I often begged for my mother to read Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump, over and over again. I was five years old when my mother was murdered. Then, I couldn't comprehend why it had happened and it was only in my later years at Hogwarts did I fully understand about the first wizarding war. That day she had been going to Gringotts, to this day I don't know why she risked the journey, but somewhere on her journey she met with a group of death eaters. Several wizards and witches, lost their lives that day. My father raised me as best he knew how to raise a magical child. I attended muggle school, until the day came and I received my Hogwarts letter. It was difficult leaving my father, but the excitement soon took over the day I brought my wand. My father came with me and watched proudly as Ollivander helped buy my wand. He was quick finding the right wand for me, it was Unicorn hair, Rosewood, springy, 11 and a half inches. I wondered what magic I would weave with my new wand. I didn't have to wait long to find out as I boarded the Hogwarts train the very next week, waving goodbye to my father. I promised to send him owls every week. I was sorted into Ravenclaw, a house I was later told that prized itself on intellect and learning. The years passed and before I knew it I was taking my O.W.L.S, I received an Outstanding grade in Potions, Charms, Herbology and DADA. My other grades where Exceeds Expectations in Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures and Arithmancy. The other subjects I scraped by with an acceptable. My father, his girlfriend and I celebrated that summer with a BBQ in our backyard. It had taken him years to get over the death of my mother, but the past year he had become serious with a muggle woman, who worked in healthcare. We didn't tell her about my magical abilities, merely claimed that I'd passed my GCSES at boarding school. I returned to take my N.E.W.T.S in Potions, Charms, Herbology, DADA and Transfiguration, with the aim to become a healer. My fathers girlfriend had inspired me in that field. I had a small circle of friends during my time at Hogwarts, but I was rather quiet and preferred to keep to myself. I graduated from Hogwarts and took up a trainee post at St Mungo's. That winter my father married his girlfriend. I was maid of honour at the muggle wedding. I was so pleased my father had found someone. I moved into a small apartment in London, it was a cosy one bedroomed apartment, but I would spend very little time in its walls as I worked my first two years at the hospital on the Spell Damage and Magical Bugs and Diseases floor. The wizarding world was changing around me, but I barely noticed as I was stuck in my usual routine of patients and paperwork. Newspaper headlines passed me by and it was only when entered St Mungo's early one cold October morning and was stopped by two burly looking wizards, did I realise things were not quite the same as before. The hospital became a very different place, the patients flocked in with a wide range of different injuries. There was a huge amount of suspicious activity and the Ministry presence was extremely high in our walls. Patients disappeared from their beds, and security was tightened. The morning after the battle of Hogwarts, the healers were gathered in the staff room, reading in horror, the reports that came out from the wreck of the once great school. I kept my head down, afraid to speak to anyone about anything other than work. People disappeared and the headlines struck unease in my heart. A request was sent to the hospital for a healer to take up the newly opened position. The head of my department appointed me to the position, I was now a fully qualified healer and she thought I would do well in the position. I was reluctant, I'd heard rumours about what Hogwarts had become and I didn't want to be apart of it. To refuse would be dire, so I had no choice but to accept. The first few months were hard and I quickly learn't to keep to my room and the hospital wing, which was frequented by students. Although things are difficult here, I've built some good relationships with the students. For a short amount of time they can come to the hospital wing and be in a safe place. My door is always open and I hope that I can bring a something positive to the children, during these darks times. Who Am I? Likes: Potions, Cleanliness, Quidditch, The Outdoors, Healing, Pumpkin Juice, Owls, Books, Muggle Movies, Stories, Dislikes: Pureblood Extremists, The Carrows, Burnt Toast, Severus Snape, Eating in the Great Hall, Mess, The Mirror Antonia has a fair complexion, dark brown eyes and pale pink lips. Her dark brown hair is wavy and usually worn up under her white nurses hat. She is round faced, which makes her look younger than she is. She can usually be seen wearing her Matron uniform. Personality: Antonia keeps to herself, she has only had a few close friends in her lifetime, she often finds it difficult to building lasting relationships with people. She is kind-hearted and does what she can to inject a bit of happiness into peoples lives. Antonia is bright and intuitive, she tends to observe the action a lot and has the tendency to become a wall flower. She is assertive in her job, as she is confident in her abilities and its where she feels most at home. SLAYER - 23 - UK - FEMALE |
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