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The journal is an expensive looking leatherbound affair. It is tied shut on the front, thonged around a piece of protruding cork. It looks mockingly easy to break into, but when opened by someone other than the owner, the pages scramble the words into gibberish. The front page is embossed with the name GEORGIA ROSEBOTHAM and is dated with the year 1977. Photographs are attached to some pages, some of the muggle variety, others of the wizard, as are other small trinkets. It looks well used and worn in.

Life can be a strange thing. It would go without saying, but sometimes it is even more strange than it would seem, especially when you are born as a witch. Georgia Annette Rosebotham was welcomed into the world on the twelfth day of February in Aberdeen, Scotland, to her parents, Reginald and Davida. Her birth came after Isla and was followed a year later by her brother Arvid. Born into a landed family, her father was the second son and had relocated to Scotland from his native Lancashire after he had finished his secondary schooling for his education. Reginald possessed a clever mind and a witty tongue. A free spirit who felt his rigid education at the hands of exclusive public schools had been rather horrible, he could not fathom being in an office or a cubicle, nor dealing law cases or politicians. He chose to study creative writing, meeting a young woman during his studies named Davida. Also a muggle with no knowledge of the wizard world, Davida was studying communications, and it didn't take long for the pair to warm up to each other. They were married while still studying at university, during their final years. A year post their studies they had Isla and one more after that was Georgia.

Five years after this, Davida was offered a position producing the news on BBC. She'd been running the local Aberdeen news for some time and was delighted for the opportunity. It meant a relocation for the family, which they took to London. Reginald had dabbled with a few shows on television, writing for a quite popular comedy skit out of Scotland and had recently penned his first novel, which had been received with modest acclaim. Georgia took rather well to London and did well during her primary school studies, finding that she much did like school. She was prim and proper, an excess from summers spent with her titled grandparents. While she lacks a title, she thinks she should have one, an idea fostered by her grandparents who spoil her ridiculously. Her childhood was not ordinary, nor was it extraordinary, it was just nice. She never had want for things, but was not allowed to have things that had no worth or would be considered silly; although, she did have a pony and became quite a young equestrian. Close to her siblings, it all came to an end when she turned eleven and an owl came to the house.

Owls, though not unheard of in England, are unusual inside London proper, and she was quite astounded when a large spotted one entered the kitchen during breakfast. After an incident involving her nanny and a broom, her brother chucking peanut butter covered crackers, and the owl nearly losing his eye (and getting revenge by dropping poop on the freshly made eggs), the letter was given and was addressed to Georgia Rosebotham, room #2, and she tore into it excitedly, thinking it was a brilliant way to send information. What she found inside was as thrilling as she thought. She was a witch? Her nanny, well on in age, fainted on the spot, and their mother was rung for. When her mother arrived, they read over the letter, and after much conversation late into the night, they decided they'd go as mother, father, and daughter to see if this Diagon Alley excited. Isla, in the meantime, found herself feeling as if her sister was going on a grand adventure she was not and it has caused a rift in the sisters that has only deepened over the years, especially with Arvid having also been accepted to Hogwarts.

Georgia, eager and enthusiastic, was bright eyed for her first day of school. She made a few friends on the train to her first year, many of them having stayed with her through the years. She was sorted into Hufflepuff after a good moment where the hat debated between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, finally deciding Hufflepuff. As a child, she'd always been honest and fair, quite clever, but always a hard worker, and inherently stubborn! Once in school, Georgia did well in the majority of her classes, but her true noticeable talent developed in her third year with ancient runes. While she achieves quite respectable and good marks in all of her classes and is expected to achieve at least E's in all of her classes, she is top marks in ancient runes. Friendly and sweet, she has done well at Hogwarts, having an eclectic group of friends and greeting most with a smile. Her parents are involved in the wizard world, but at arms length, and for the sake of their two younger children. Her mother is a top producer and her father writes for a very interesting children's show that tells the trials and tribulations of a young witch. None of it seems borrowed from Hogwarts, but events Georgia and Arvid have been through seem to be mirrored. The show is rather similar to _The Worst Witch_ and has a tendency to use the cliches. Georgia loves the show and her father had to receive ministry clearance and has a ministry worker who reads all scripts to ensure it gives nothing away, not that muggles could ever notice.

Georgia and Arvid both do their best to shield their parents from the war in the wizard world and neither mention the death around them or the fear they feel for fear their parents will make them leave the world they have come to love. Rather, the siblings keep their heads down and pray that it will soon be over.


The appearance of the insouciant young woman is of a coquettish mien, her presence made of delicate lines and feminine grace developed in a sylph-like build of curves and willowy elegance. She has grown into herself over the year, but still there lingers that shy quality, a doe like expression of wonder framed by lowered eyelashes of copper lace and wide eyes of quiet cobalt. Her features are small, but classic, brightened by her large, circular eyes. The stormy shade of gray is flecked with a vibrant blue, alive with merriment. Her nose is tiny, but fluid, vaguely aristocratic in its heritage, and dusted with the warm glow of fading freckles, the last vestige of her youth creating a smatter down into her high cheekbones. The corners around her rosebud mouth hint at dimples, her full lips curved in a cheerful, albeit wan smile. Her hair is long, a frame of fire around her skin of radiant ivory, the straight locks a brilliant combination of warm strawberry tempered with cool golden shades of cinnamon.

The motif of the clothing she wears is cool functionality, but with a coquettish throwback to proper aristocratic prep, an adaptation of uniform of the masculine elite. Her slender body, best referred to as twiggy, is dressed in a prim oxford, the buttons made of smooth silver, the shirt sized for a man. Pale lines of burgundy and powder blue, well worn into the soft fabric of the Egyptian cotton line the shirt to give it a jaunt of color that enhances the shade of her eyes. The buttons are left undone too low, allowing one to glimpse the delicate bones on her chest. The shirt is too big, dwarfing her in a prurient manner, detracting from her genteel appearance. Her well weathered jeans are fitted to her form, the right knee beginning to skin out, the back pocket sporting the same gentle destruction. The jeans are pale in shade and rolled to just below her knees. The cuffs look darker and the gold stitching of the seams is vibrant. There is no gap between the roll of her pants and the casual boots she wears. The boots are worn and comfortable, flat heeled and round toed. They are decorated in a style that makes them look almost like they are of the riding sort, further completing her air of posh simplicity. Her jewelry is minimal and elegant, a single strand of small pearls strung along a long silver chain, anchored distances away from each other by wooden beads.