Autumn Thompson
IN CHARACTER INFORMATION:
character name: Autumn Thompson age & birthday: 25, April 20 pronouns: she/her blood status: Muggleborn occupation: Auror faceclaim: Barbie Ferreira
PERSONALITY TRAITS:
positive traits: Open-minded, Hard-working, Observant, Protective negative traits: Quiet, Melancholic, Reckless, Grumpy
KEY POINTS / BIOGRAPHY:
I. childhood and hogwarts years: Autumn Thompson was not a regular girl, she knew that about herself at a young age. She was fascinated by anything abnormal, things that weren’t real - or at least weren’t proven to be real. The other girls at her school loved ponies and rainbows, but Autumn was much more interested in dragons and unicorns. At the age of six, she would sit in the library during lunch and read about supposed sightings of mythical creatures, believing every word she read. Why would anybody lie about something so terrifying, like seeing a live dragon? There was a part of her that knew it was real despite her parents and teachers insisting there was no such thing as mermaids, dragons, unicorns, ghosts and any other thing her brain could possibly think up.
By age nine, Autumn was an intelligent young girl, though she had difficulty making friends. Her father believed it was due to the loss of her mother a year prior, a police officer that died during a high-speed chase. Autumn was left with just her father and her cat, her grandmother stopping by whenever she could to help out. Things were tough, Autumn refused to speak, refused to eat, all she wanted to do was write. She would write about a woman, one that was described to look just like her mother, going on amazing adventures. Fighting made-up creatures, using magic to get whatever she needed to defeat the monsters. It was an escape for Autumn, a way to keep her mother alive in her own head.
A knock on the door startled Autumn on her eleventh birthday. She was enjoying cake and pizza, traditional birthday party food, when her father answered the door to a woman in mesmerizing violet robes. There was a letter in her hand, addressed to Autumn, and she asked to be invited in. The woman explained that she was a professor and informed Autumn that she was different from the other girls. That she possessed magical abilities and she was invited to attend a special school called Hogwarts. It was as though the things she wrote about were coming true, but her father didn’t believe the woman. “Magic? Do you know how long I’ve tried to convince my little girl that there was no such thing as magic? And now some stranger shows up on my doorstep insisting that she’s magic? No, this is a cruel prank, please leave my property.” Autumn was heartbroken, the look on her face was enough for her father to reconsider. “Wait - I’m sorry. If you’re able to prove it, I’ll allow you to show my daughter the ropes. Anything to keep my girl happy.”
Months had passed and Autumn was now on the Hogwarts Express, waving goodbye to her father with her cat snuggled into her lap. The excitement was there, though no one would be able to tell by simply looking at her. She remained silent the whole trip, watching the other students interacting. It was as though no one had even noticed her, and Autumn much preferred it that way. Even though these kids were like her, going off to a new school for the very first time, most of them had been expecting it since birth while she had no idea what to expect. The sorting hat had no trouble with her, insisting upon Hufflepuff, as fairness and loyalty seemed to be the qualities she cared most for.
At age fourteen, she was finally used to her surroundings. Hogwarts felt like a second home, even though she didn’t have many friends. A couple of friends within her own house. Those silly Gryffindor boys in her year gave her some attention from time to time. But for the most part, Autumn was a lone wolf. She was silent, a hard expression on her face at all times but there was always a kindness hidden within her eyes. She had gotten into her first fight in fourth year, a Ravenclaw boy insisting that she was dirty simply because of her blood. It had never been an issue before, why was it suddenly coming up now? She was backed in a corner, her first instinct was to use her fists instead of her wand. The boy ended up in the hospital wing with a broken nose and a bruised eye, Autumn hardly getting a slap on the wrist for her actions. But it made her feel good, feel powerful, to teach somebody a lesson about bullying.
II. during the first wizarding war: A ministry employee by age eighteen, training as an Auror seemed as though it was the only logical job for her. Autumn said goodbye to her father once again, leaving him at his home while she moved to be closer to her job, fully immersing herself within it. Learning whatever she could to lock up anybody that dared believe she was dirty. She gained a reputation around the office - silent but deadly. Autumn was good at her job and not having too many people to worry about made it much easier for her. Joining the Order was an easy decision for her, the moment it was brought to her attention she jumped at the chance to do more. Being an Auror was certainly helping, but to be a part of a secret organization seemed more dangerous and she definitely lived for the thrill.
Autumn was thriving, she wasn’t afraid of anything. Although still rather silent, she was slowly starting to come out of her shell. She was vocal on her beliefs in wizarding equality, that everybody deserved their magic, no matter their blood status. Thankfully she had surrounded herself with people that shared her beliefs, and she was proud of the choices she’d made to get in the position she was in. Her training had finished by the time she was twenty and she had been out on the frontlines doing anything she could to capture anybody with that horrible tattoo on their arm.
There wasn’t much time between when she had became a fully-fledged auror and when the war had come to an end, but Autumn managed to make a name for herself. She managed to put a good handful of Death Eaters into Azkaban by the time she turned twenty-one. As one of the youngest on the team, she felt as if she was a valuable asset. Most people didn’t pay her any mind, meaning she was able to catch people by surprise.
III. where are they now?: The war was over and Autumn was a young woman in her early twenties trying to navigate the world. Things were strange for quite some time as she tried to get out of survival mode. She decided to move back in with her father, having tried to distance herself from him while she had been involved in the fight, she knew there might not be many days left with him and wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.
Still known for being silent but deadly, Autumn managed to make a handful of friends throughout the ministry. She still wasn’t very personable, unable to really hold a conversation simply because she didn’t want to. She didn’t really care about Suzanne’s grandchildren or how Billy had been trying for a promotion. But if somebody was in trouble, she was always the first person to bail them out or stand up for them. It frequently got her in trouble, but just because the war was over, that didn’t mean discrimation was over and she still wanted to fight for what was right.
